#the weird thing that happened today though was this woman came in and said she had an interview

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Show And Tell- Matthew Sturniolo

Summary: When matt takes your virginity and shows you how to make yourself feel better about not being so experienced in the sex world

Warnings: Smut, Inexperienced!sub!reader, Experienced!Dom!Matt, praising, cursing, use of Y/N, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Unprotected sex (Safe sex is great sex, cause you don’t want that late text that I think I'm late text- Lil Wayne), TW! brief talk of emotionally absent parents!

A/N: i absolutely love writing sweet Matt, but what i love writing more is MATT THE MF MUNCHHHH!!

psa: DONT STEAL MY WORK!! THIS BELONGS TO ME MYSELF AND I!

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Ever since Middle school Nick, Matt, Chris, and I have been inevitable. Their mother, Mary Lou, has always taken me in as her own, considering I was the youngest out of 5 in my family, and my parents had me later in life, as soon as I learned how to care for myself, they quit raising me and only came through in times they ‘needed’ to be parents. Mary Lou was the woman I called my mother. whenever they went on a family vacation I always went with them. To the mall? I went. She basically had Quadruplets. When the triplets moved to LA, we were all over 18, and I was more than ready to leave my parent's house even though I had pretty much moved in with them for how much I stayed over, so I moved with them. I offered to get an apartment close by, but all of them collectively agreed and even argued with me about it, so now we all live in the same house.

Today was pretty much a normal day in the house, very calm, no one was filming, and we just did our own things. Matt and I had no plans, Chris went out shopping with some friends, and Nick had meetings and then dinner plans with Tara for a collab idea which left Matt and I at the house.

“Cant believe that you and my mother BOTH collectively agreed to let me walk out of the house looking like that” Matt said laughing showing me a memory that popped up on his moms Facebook page.

“To be fair you were dead set on wearing that entire outfit and your mom and I both knew we couldn't talk you out of that” I said laughing back and throwing my hands up in defense.

“That's when I dated Cassie too, how gross,” he said giving himself the Ick.

“She was the town whore, what'd you expect,” I say giggling at my comment.

“You know I never asked, whatever happened to Jackson? I just recalled he spread some rumor about him taking your virginity, and a bunch of other stuff, and you came to the house crying and Mom was comforting you and you never spoke about that again” he looks over at me as my head hung low looking at my hands.

Jackson was a guy I ‘dated’ junior year of high school, he took me on one date, it was very nice and he seemed amazing, though I should've listened to Nick when he told me Jackson was no good. After our date instead of taking me home he insisted on talking more and drove to the park in the middle of the city. His intentions were not pure. Jackson tried every which way to get me in the backseat, I rejected many many times that night and made some excuse on how I was on my period and that immediately grossed him out. Come to find out, as soon as we got back to school he spread a rumor around the entire school that he had taken my virginity and told the school I was into weird kinks. I knew I couldn't go to my mother about that because she would have taken me directly to the health clinic to ‘check if I was still pure’ so I went to Mary Lou, i and made sure to tell her to tell the boys not to bring it up to me and try their best to shut it down.

“I uh thought i told you about what happened?” i lied and nervously laughed.

“Nope,” he said popping the ‘p’ “I'm pretty sure I would have remembered something that important to where my own mother had to come to me, Nick, and Chris, and tell us not to talk to you about it, plus I mean it's been 4 years if you don't wanna talk about it I understand,” he said reassuring me.

I've always felt comfortable with all 3 of them, and always had a special relationship with all of them, and trust them with my life. I never went to them about this because I was embarrassed I was a virgin, I wasn't gonna tell them I didn't lose my virginity, considering both Matt and Chris came to me about sex advice I didn't want them to look at me any different for not being experienced enough so I lied and told them that Jackson did take my virginity but I wasn't into the weirder stuff Jackson accused me of.

“Fuck” I mutter under my breath. “Okay so, I just wanna say one thing before I tell you what actually happened between Jackson and me” I look back at him with nerve piercing through my body.

“Y/N, you know you can tell me anything” Matt adjusts himself to face me.

“So don't judge me,” I start taking a deep breath. “So Jackson made up that entire rumor,” I take my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I’m extremely confused” he scratched the back of his head laughing.

“God this is embarrassing” I place my head in my hands “fuck it, so he didn't take my virginity at all, and obviously the kink thing was a lie” I look up at him who still has a puzzled look on his face.

“So if Jackson didn't take your virginity then who did? Cause you basically swore off dating after him” he raises his eye brows in confusion.

“No one, Matt, I'm a uh Virgin” I drop my head down in embarrassment fiddling with my fingers.

“No fucking way, you gave both Chris and me AMAZING sex advice, stop fucking with me Y/N/N” he said laughing.

“Matt I'm being for real,” I shoot him an awkward smile “and please the sex advice ain't nothing, I know what I would like so I kinda made an assumption and by the looks of it, I'm guessing it worked” I nervously laughed.

“Holy shit,” his eyes go wide “why haven't you, you know?”

“It's hard for me to trust people, especially with something like that,” I shrugged my shoulders “When I hit puberty, my mother gave me a ‘save yourself till marriage’ talk instead of informing me of my body she scared me from sex, but I had gone to your mom one day when you three were hanging with Nate and she actually gave me that kinda talk and more or less told me to always make sure I felt safe and in the hands of someone I trust, and Jackson did neither of those things” I continue to fiddle with my fingers.

“You trust me right?” he says curiously

“Matt don't be stupid, yes I do” I lightly giggle. “Why is that even a question?”

“ah fuck it, never mind” he brushes it off.

“No, no, I told you something that no one knows so come on speak up,” I lightly push his arm.

“I was gonna say I could teach you a couple things about sex but i ain't too sure you'd be down for that anyway” he shrugged his shoulders turning his body back towards the TV.

“What if I was down?” I look at him through my lashes.

His head jerks in my direction, “actually?” his eyes light up.

“Matt do you know how embarrassing it is to be an almost 21-year-old who's never had sex,” a soft giggle escaped my lips.

“Have you ever like, touched yourself before?” he said slightly cringing at his words.

I was a little taken aback by his curiosity “I mean yeah, once or twice” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Did you like ever finish from that?” he shifts his body back in my direction. “I know this sounds a bit invasive but I promise if you want to do this I have a reason for asking these questions” he placed his hand on my knee.

“No… it just um” I swallow the lump in my throat “I just couldn't..”

“So you've never experienced anything sexual?” the curiosity in his voice makes me feel safer and know he's not judging me and is actually caring enough to ask and not just crawling on top of me and getting down to it.

“Nope,” I say softly

He slowly nods “Do you want to learn?” his voice goes soft.

“H-how?” I stutter out.

“Obviously if you feel comfortable enough with it, I could be the one to show you, If you catch my drift” he sends me a reassuring smile.

“Y-you would take my virginity?” I ask nervously.

“Only if you want me to” his voice trails off

“What about Nick and Chris? God that would be awkward if they walked in or something, oh my god I don't want them to think any-” he cuts me off

“Woah slow down, it's okay, they won't be back till like 9, and it's 4 now, we'll be okay kid” he laughed rubbing soft circles with his thumb over my knee. “Do you want to do this?”

I nod softly. “No this is important to you, I want your verbal consent that this is okay” he moves closer to me.

“Yes, please, I want this, all of this,” I say softly adjusting my body closer to his.

He smiles leaning closer to my face and softly pressing his lips against mine. My eyes fall shut and I turn into jello as I feel the way his hand that was once on my knee moves up toward my hip. A small smile creeps upon both of our lips. I softly pull away.

“Can we not do this on the couch?” I say laughing a little

“Absolutely,” he stands up almost immediately and picks me up bridal style walking into his room and kicking the door open as I giggle like a kid in a candy store.

He carefully sets me down on his blue silk sheets crawls on top of me and presses his lips onto mine once again making a soft groan travel between our lips.

“Can I take this off?” he says softly playing with the hem of my shirt.

“Yes” I bite my bottom lip

He smiles down at me and pulls my shirt off leaving me in my bra. He hooks his finger under my bra strap rubbing his finger up and down just looking down at me. “You're so beautiful. I don't ever tell you much” his comment makes a soft pink shade appear on my cheeks.

He leans down again kissing me and pointing his tongue out for permission to enter, my mouth opens slightly as his tongue explores my mouth, and this time his hands start to grab at my covered breast. “You can take it off, Matt” I giggle between kisses.

He gave me no response but his left hand held my lower back and his right unclasped my bra letting it fall right off my shoulders. He pulled away from kissing me and looked down at my breast in awe. “God you're Fucking beautiful” he mutters.

His mouth begins leaving kisses down from my jawline to my collarbone and stopping at my breast looking up at me through his lashes almost asking for permission without asking. I shoot him a smile and nod and his tongue licks softly across my nipple sending shivers down my spine. He smirks to himself attaching his mouth to one of my nipples and slightly tugging at my other. He sucks and nips at my nipples taking them between his teeth every now and again. My breathing gets heavier at the sensitivity and my head falls back as a soft whimper falls from my mouth.

He lifts his head up and places himself between my legs to unbuckle my shorts, shimmy them down my legs, and throws them with the pile of clothes next to the bed. He admires my choice of underwear today, smirking as they're unironically his favorite color, purple, with a tiny little bow right up top. He hooks his finger at the top of them sliding back and forth before sliding them down my legs leaving me bare beneath him.

“such a pretty fucking pussy” he groans out. he leans his head down and spits down onto my aching pussy. using his thumb he slowly moves up and down.

“Holy fuck” I gasp out.

Matt chuckles and moves his body down where his head is now between my legs. His thumb is still slowly going up and down he begins kissing down my thighs on both sides. “I want you” he places another kiss on my thigh “to tell me” Another kiss “What feels good to you alright?” he places a kiss right above my clit.

“O-okay” I say nervously

“And please don't be afraid to tell me to stop” he gives me a reassuring smile.

I nod sending him the same warm smile. He starts to place a soft kiss on my clit before flattening his tongue on my pussy and licking a stripe up and groaning once the taste of me hits his tongue.

“Oh, Matt” My breathing hitches and I throw my head back in pleasure.

His tongue begins to flick up at a faster pace making moans spill out of my mouth, his eyes are fixated on me and how my body reacts to his mouth pleasuring me.

“Fuck you're so fucking good at this” My fingers run through his hair forcing his head deeper into me.

He moans into me sending vibrations through my body as my hips jerk up and my eyes roll back. His lips attach to my clit sucking on it a little causing a squeal to fall from my mouth.

“Fuck i-i I think I'm gonna cum” I stutter out as an unfamiliar knot forms in the pit of my stomach

“Mhm” he mutters before lifting his head “Let it go sweet girl” he lowers his head again taking my clit between his teeth and flicking upwards on it.

“Oh my FUCK” I scream out when that knot snapped a wave of euphoria pierced my body and my orgasm dripped out of me making Matt move his body to watch it happen.

He wiped his mouth using his arm smiling “you okay baby?” he chuckled.

“Fuck” I breathe out “If that's why people are sex addicts I see why god damn that was amazing” I smiled up at him.

“I'm not even done yet” he smirks lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it across the room.

“Are you 100% positive you want this?” he asks as he stands up removing his belt.

“This is the first decision I've ever made that I'm 100% positive I won't regret,” I say as I watch him remove his pants and free his cock with his tip red and throbbing for attention.

He climbs back and moves me farther up on the bed. “Fuck there's no way that's gonna fit in me, that's fucking massive,” I say as my eyes stare at his cock.

“It'll fit baby” he chuckles “shit I don't have a condom,” he says rummaging through his bedside table.

“I'm on birth control, you don't need one” I smile up at him.

“Are you sure?” he smirks.

“Yes Matt,” I smile batting my lashes up at him.

“Okay then” he brings his hand up to his mouth and spits in it before gliding his now wet hand to coat his aching cock. “I gonna go slow, inch by inch and you tell me when to move, and tell me if it hurts too much I'll stop immediately,” he says aligning his cock with my entrance.

“Okay,” I breathe out.

As his tip slowly enters me I hiss. “Are you okay?” he says with a concerned look on his face.

“I'm okay just hurts” I reply biting my lower lip.

He slowly enters another couple of inches. Watching how my face nuzzled up at the new feeling. Then he slides in another few inches. After a couple of minutes, he's fully bottomed out. “Look at that, you're doing so fucking amazing,” he says adjusting himself closer to my face and brushing loose strands out of my face.

“Y-you can move,” I say nodding slowly.

He smiles before slowly thrusting out and moving towards my hips as the pain I once felt turns into pleasure in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, matt fuck faster please” I plead gripping his biceps for support.

“God you're so fucking tight” his pace speeds up as he lowers his body and begins kissing my neck and groaning into me.

“S-so fucking big” I moan out.

He rolls his hips towards mine and slams them into me. His grunts become harsher. “Fuck” he growled in my ear. “I love the way you feel wrapped around me” he moans in my ear which is almost a whimper.

“Matt” I scream out as his cock finally and repeatedly kisses my G-spot.

“Someone close eh?” he lifts up sadistically grinning at me.

I nod vigorously as my legs begin twitching and shaking around his waist and that knot forms in my stomach for the second time tonight.

“Cum all over my fucking dick baby, I know you can do it,” he said as his thrusts become sloppy.

With just his words that knot snapped in my stomach and formed a white ring around the base of his cock as my cum coats his cock. With a couple more thrusts he nuzzles his head in my neck and paints my walls a shade of white. He slowly pulls out careful not to hurt me.

“Fuck you're amazing” I breath out coming down from my euphoric state.

“Yeah? You did fucking amazing,” he smiles down at me laying next to me and pulling me into a cuddled skin-to-skin hug.

“Thank you matt” I mutter into his chest.

“No problem sweetheart” he kissed the top of my head. “You know I'd do anything for you” he softly whispers making me smile and nuzzle into him more.

“Do you want me to run you a nice bath? Or you wanna go get food? What do you wanna do, cause we got about 2 hours till Nick and Chris come home” he pulls away looking at me.

“We can shower and I can cook for us” I smile at him.

“Perfect” he smiles at me and picks me up bridal style again to carry me to the bathroom.

The way he cared for me, I knew I made the right decision. Losing my virginity to the man I knew I could trust.

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A/N pt 2: TY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS!! BECAUSE THIS WAS VERY FUN TO WRITE!! anyways i hope you guys are having an amazing evening, afternoon, morning, or night!! and i love you guys!! 🩷🩷

[rottengurlz]

Did the full moon make everyone crazy or something this week I feel like I need to stare at a wall for an hour or 2 to heal myself

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction - You Disappear While Pregnant [Mafia Edition]

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

⤜MASTERLIST

TW: mentions of violence, blood and swearing

CHAN:

Things had been feeling weird all day to Chan, you hadn't replied to any of his messages when usually you were the text-back immediately type of person - with him at least. But he tried to put off the uneasy feeling he got when he thought about it all, the two of you were strong as a couple and him worrying you about not replying wasn't the type of man that he was.

"Changbin, make sure Yn has had something to eat today," Chan said as he came through the door of your shared home, expecting to see you curled up on the sofa doing something but you were nowhere to be seen. It was unlike you to not come and greet him so he figured maybe you were tired and had gone to sleep. Maybe even just popped into the garden and hadn't heard him arrive home.

"She's not here," Changbin called from upstairs, panic began to wash over Chan as he thought through his day. You hadn't said anything the night before about going out and you hadn't been responding to him. Within seconds Chan was making his way up the stairs and into your shared bedroom where he found some of your clothes missing and a suitcase was gone too.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Chan screamed making his way to the bathroom and finding a bunch of your overnight supplies were missing too. This wasn't like you, you weren't the type to run away and it wasn't as though the two of you had just had a fight. Everything was going great for you both, god, you were getting married in less than a year now and Chan thought everything was okay.

"I've started a search and Felix is watching the cameras to see where she went. We'll find her." Changbin said as he watched Chan in the bathroom, he was just sitting on the edge of the tub looking down at the floor trying to rack his brain for any reason you might have done this.

"Just find her, tell me when you do but don't make a move." He mumbles, standing up from the side of the tub and knocking over a bin failing to notice the positive pregnancy test that had fallen onto the floor. 

It had been eight months since you walked out on Chan and they had been the worst eight months of your life, every day was a struggle and it didn't help that you were pregnant.

"Not now, please not now." You groaned as you held onto your bump, letting out a sharp breath as you tried your best to ignore the pain in your back. God, it felt as though someone was stabbing you repeatedly as you prayed for the train to hurry and arrive where you needed to be.

"Mummy, that woman peed herself." A little girl giggled before the train stopped and you hurried off of it and in the direction of some metal seats on the train station platform. It wasn't time, it was too early for the baby to be coming right this second and you were nowhere near a doctor and you weren't about to give birth to your baby on a train platform. 

"Do you need me to call you an ambulance?" The mother of the little girl asked as she made her way over to you, you studied her face for a second before nodding your head. You'd grown a little paranoid since running away from Chan, you knew he was probably doing everything within his power to find you and it wasn't something you wanted to happen. You needed him to stay away from you,

"That won't be necessary." A voice said from the side, you stared over in the direction to see a very panicked-looking Chan making his way toward you. There was sweat dripping down his forehead and he was red in the face, clearly, he'd been running but you had no idea how he'd found you. You weren't in Seoul anymore, you left the second you had the chance to.

"She needs medical attention, she's in labour." The woman argued but you couldn't get words out to tell her to stop you were in far too much pain.

"I'll get her to the hospital," Chan said before Felix and Jeongin escorted the lady and her daughter away and you whimpered a little.

"Channie-" You whimpered out, tears streaming down your cheeks,

"It's nice to know you still like that nickname," His voice came out cold as a group of men began to make their way over to you and you stared at the one in the centre before trying to get up.

"Sit." He ordered gently placing his hand on your shoulder.

"I-I need to go, I can't be near you." You hissed trying to move but Chan was holding your hand, refusing to let you go.

"C-Channie please." You begged your eyes scanning the man at the other end of the platform.

"He said we can't...W-We can't be together." Just like that everything began to click into place for Chan. The only reason you'd left the way you did months ago was because of Hongjoong, he'd told you that it wasn't the right thing for Chan and threatened you to leave without saying anything.

"Who did?" He growled out, your eyes flicking behind him.

"Hongjoong...He said a baby will ruin things." Time suddenly moved slowly as you watched Chan stare over at his advisor and back down at you.

"That's why you ran?" You hated that you couldn't answer him with words and nodded at him.

“Fuck what they think, fuck what anyone thinks. It won't ruin anything, our little baby will only make things better." He promised you as you heard sirens coming.

He was right, of course, he was he always was, but your little girl had only made things better between you and Chan and even made some of his men more loyal to him. They protected you more than ever whenever you were out alone with just you and your little girl and Hongjoong had been demoted so he was no longer able to speak to you - something you'd begged Chan to do instead of killing the man

MINHO:

Everything was too much when you were with Minho and everything pushed you over the edge until there was no coming back from it.  For a while, it seemed that all the two of you ever did was fight and scream at one another and you'd finally had enough and just left. No note, you'd choose a week where you knew he was going to be so busy with his own world that he wasn't going to notice you gone. A week gave you enough time to disappear into the world with a new identity and to create a whole new life for yourself.

Or so you'd thought.

It had been even harder to do this for yourself since you happened to be pregnant. Something you had no idea at the time of running away until it was too late. It wasn't until your third month when you found out and there was no way you were going back, even if you didn't think you could raise a baby alone you were still going to do everything within your power to try.

"Are you sure you're okay walking home alone? I can get Angel to walk with you." Your boss stated as he watched you heading for the door of the bar. Angel was one of the bouncers who worked there, someone who looked like he could scare the stripes off a tiger.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll catch the train so there's no point." You shrugged before heading out into the dark of the night and making your way through the alleyway.

For eight months your life had been good, you'd gotten away from Seoul and everyone who ever knew you, you had a new identity you went by and no one could connect you to Minho anymore. You worked your own job, had your own place - sure it wasn't the best but it was still home - and your boss was even letting you bring your kid to work since he knew how badly you needed the money.

"So this is where you've been hiding?" A voice sounded from behind you and you didn't need to see him to know it was Minho and it felt like your whole world was coming down around you.

"How did you find me?" Your voice shook but you didn't turn around to face him just yet, you didn't know if he knew about your pregnancy.

"It wasn't easy. I taught you well."

"I was a fast learner." You mumbled a little, you knew this was going to end with him seeing your bump but you couldn't bring yourself to face him.

"Why did you run off, little bird?" The nickname he had for you made your heart flutter and you hated that he still had that kind of effect on you after all this time. But then again, it didn't matter how much time passed you still found yourself hopelessly in love with him.

"I had my reasons." You pulled your coat tighter around yourself but it did little to hide the bump that you were sporting,

"Another man?" You scoffed a little at him you both knew that there was no way you'd ever do that to him.

"You know I'd never do that."

"True. So what was it?" You heard his steps getting closer to you until he was right behind you and you slowly turned to face him, letting your coat fall down to the sides.

"Pregnant," His voice came out in a whisper and he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"You need to come back." He stated plainly, his eyes not leaving the bump you had but you were shaking your head at him,

“I don't think I can come back. Too much has happened, too much…water has passed under the bridge. I can't do with the fights anymore Minho, I can't." You choked out before you felt a pain in your back and you bent over a little clutching onto your stomach.

"You're pregnant with my child, you're coming home."

"N-No...I need the hospital," You whimpered looking at Minho who was already on the phone to emergency services.

"I've had Felix and Changbin fix the office into a nursery," Minho told you as he walked into the room to see you feeding your little boy.

"Did you tell them about needing to get more diapers?"

"I've got Chan and Seungmin on that job," He smiled proudly walking over and kissing the top of your head. It was going to take a long time to repair your relationship but a family together was something you were going to build from.

CHANGBIN:

You'd walked out on him, you'd just packed up your shit and walked away from him. You'd seen no point in staying in a relationship with someone who was never even there for most of it, missing birthdays and anniversaries that the two of you were supposed to share. You'd just walked out and tried to never look back, but it was damn near impossible when you were pregnant with his kid. Something he was also never there for, he'd never shown any interest in your baby, never came to appointments or shopping with you.

"Do you think he knows we're here?" You asked your bump as you looked out of the window. You were six months pregnant and constantly on the run which wasn't good, your doctors told you it wasn't good but what were you meant to do when one of the most powerful men in the world was looking for you?

There were sirens outside and you slid back into bed, sighing a little as you tried your best not to focus on what was going on outside. You were in one of the sketchiest neighbourhoods you'd ever seen and you were praying the lock you had on the door would be enough to keep you safe tonight.

“I've already lost her once I'm not going to lose her again,” Your eyes flew open and you saw Changbin standing at the end of your bed but it wasn't the room you'd fallen asleep in. Instead, all of the walls around you were white and there was a loud beeping coming from the side of you

"What the fuck?!" You screamed as you stared at him and then at the other men trying to see if you knew any of them but none of them felt familiar to you.

"Leave," Changbin ordered making a bunch of men you'd never seen before leave the room and you stared at him confused as to how he'd gotten you to a hospital without you waking up once.

"Glad you finally woke up princess," He sat down beside your bed and you stared at him, studying his face before folding your arms over your chest.

"You've resorted to kidnapping now?"

"If it means you'll come home, yes." You roll your eyes at him, of course, he would expect you to just come home after he'd done nothing to fix what he did in the past.

"Why? So you can ignore me and the baby for the rest of our lives?" You hissed bitterly before Changbin's hand took yours and he shook his head at you.

"I would never-"

"You never came to any appointments, you always forgot our anniversaries and my birthday. I was going to put our son through that!" You cut him off angrily and his eyes softened,

"He's a boy?" Tears began to build up in his eyes as he stared at you and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

"Yes...Yes, he's a boy." You mumbled before looking at the screen beside your bed, your heart rate and your son's were both displayed on the screen.

"I'll have them fix the nursery then. I'd been painting it to be pink." He chuckled a little taking his phone out of your pocket and leaving you even more confused than before.

"What?"

"I hadn't been ignoring you...w-well I had but I'd been working on a surprise. I was convinced we were having a girl so I had the nursery made up pink." He admitted before you whimpered a little.

"You did all of that?" You quizzed wondering where this side of him had been the whole time you’d known him

"I did, I would never just ignore you." You sniffled a little as tears began to roll down your face.

"You still kidnapped me." You reminded him as if he could ever forget. He’d spent months tracking you down and it was the best plan he’d ever done.

"With good reason." He added with a sly smirk making you giggle a little at him

"Still a crime," 

"When has that ever bothered me?" He smirked before kissing you gently.

HYUNJIN: EXTRA TRIGGER WARNING! Reader is slapped by a third party!

You slowly lifted your head and looked around your surroundings, nothing had changed in god knows how long you'd been here and you don't know why you held out hope for it to chance in the first place. The men that had taken you told you that the only reason you weren't dead was because of the baby, something that they were going to use as leverage over your husband.

"Morning sunshine, want some food?" One of the men - Lucas as you found out - taunted as he waved around food in front of you before eating it and making lewd sounds about how good it tasted. All of them made you feel physically sick to your stomach, they would taunt you with food or drinks whenever they had it only to give you just enough table scraps to keep you healthy.

"Hyunjin is going to kill you when he finds me." You spat out, looking up at the ceiling and whimpering a little. You were about eight months pregnant which meant at any point any stress could send you into an early labour and you were doing everything within your power to make sure it didn't happen. You weren't going to let a group of men take your daughter away.

"If he finds you, any day now you're going to pop, give us what we want and we'll kill you." You swallowed the lump in your throat because you knew he was right. If Hyunjin hadn't found you by now then there was a slim chance that he wasn't going to find you before you gave birth and it worried you.

You'd always had faith and trust in your husband but you didn't know how many days or even weeks you'd been here, you'd lost count since the men would sedate you to move you from a bed and back to a chair where they left you tied up for hours.

"The doc is coming later to check on the baby," Croft said as he looked at Lucas who simply nodded at him and went back to eating his food in front of you. 

The doctor who had come to see you was really nice, great even and you could have sworn you'd seen him before.

"The baby is healthy, both of them have a healthy heartbeat but there is one slight problem." Your heart broke at the idea of a problem with your child.

"Is she okay?!" You panicked earning a slap across the face from Lucas for speaking out when you weren't supposed to and you whimpered looking down at the floor.

"The child is fine, the problem is Lucas." Before Lucas could question what was happening shots rang out throughout the warehouse and multiple men were shot dead on the floor leaving just you, the doctor and Lucas alive with a gun pointed at his head.

"Cut her free," The doctor ordered as a metal shutter began to open, you squinted in the direction and saw Hyunjin making his way through with a giant smile on his face.

"I knew you'd come but what took so fucking long!?" You screamed as you were finally free from the chair and slowly stood up.

"The little rat is too good at covering his tracks," Hyunjin grumbled as he held your face in his hands turning it from side to side as if he were checking you over. Once he saw that you were fine he let you go and turned his focus on the man that had taken you.

"You know," You started as you stared around the warehouse where about 60 of Hyunjin's men were waiting with their guns trained on him,

“There’s an unspoken rule where if this many people are trying to kill you, then you should be dead already.” You grumbled before Hyunjin wrapped his arm around you and nodded at his men, giving them the all clear for what they needed to do.

JISUNG:

What on earth made you think that you could do this? You couldn't do this and you were nowhere near ready like you thought you were. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you laid your head back on the edge of the bathtub, the water filled with blood and whatever else was coming out of you at this point and you cried to yourself.

"Fucking arsehole!" You screamed gripping the edges of the grungy tub that you were laid in, screaming out in agony as you tried to do the breathing techniques you'd been reading about. 

Everyone had told you how beautiful birth was going to be but none of them told you about the pain you were going to feel, like how you felt as though someone was ripping you apart from your vagina. No drugs to help you, no one to tell you if you were dilated.

You were alone and in some sketchy neighbourhood and a dirty apartment with no one around you. No friends, no husband, completely alone because everyone had forgotten about you and left you behind.

"Why did you have to come now?! You couldn't have waited a few more weeks?!" You yelled through the tears, ignoring the sirens that were outside of the apartment building that you were currently residing inside. It was every day that sirens went flying through and you'd tried to drown them out but now it was impossible, you prayed that they were somehow for you. That Jisung had finally remembered you and came to get you but no hope.

Hongjoong had told you that Jisung would come and get you within a month of you hiding out in the "safe home" but it didn't feel much of a safe home when you were in the worst neighbour imaginable and felt at threat every second of the day. You did some deep breathing as you heard someone pounding on the door, probably telling you to be quiet but you were about to give birth in a tub there was no being quiet.

"Fuck...y-you," You whispered suddenly feeling as though your eyes were too heavy to keep open and you looked down at the water, it had to be time to push surely. There was no way you could keep going through all of this pain.

"Yn?!" The door to the bathroom burst open and Jisung was staring at you, wide-eyed as he took in the scene around him

"What are you-" Before he could finish asking you let out a loud scream as another contraction hit you and he was on his knees on the floor beside the tub.

"I've got you." He whispered as men rushed into the scene, looking away from your naked body.

“I feel like everyone just forgot I existed," You whispered out to Jisung, looking at him a little unsure if any of this was even real at his point.

"I killed Hongjoong," He mumbled wiping sweat off your forehead,

"Baby he made it look like you ran away, left me a note...I-I had no idea where you were." The pain from the birth and heartache all crashed into one as sobs began to leave your throat.

Weeks of hospital treatment later you were home once again but on bed rest, Jisung's orders not the doctor's. He was refusing to let you move for as long as humanly possible and did everything he could for you.

"I'm okay, I can run my own bath." You told Jisung as you watched him running a bubble bath for you while your baby slept soundly in the bedroom.

"I want to do this for you." He whispered as you held him from being. He was doing everything he could to make up for you being alone all this time, the guilt was overwhelming for him but you hadn't blamed him for a second.

FELIX:

Your head was killing you when you woke up and you tried to lift your hand to your head but it was met with resistance and the sound of metal clanging on the floor. You weren't home that was for sure and if you were you were going to kick your husband's butt for some silly prank he was pulling.

"What the fuck?" You looked at your wrists and saw a metal cuff around them and down at your ankles it was the same. Your eyes shot around the room and you saw a camera in the corner facing you and it had a blinking red light, meaning it was recording or live.

"Who the fuck are you?! What do you want?!" You did your best to sound as confident as possible but it was impossible since you had no idea who had taken you in the first place.

"Someone who wants revenge." A voice sounded before a door opened and an elderly man walked in with the help of a cane,

"Your husband took something...someone from me and I plan to do the same." He stepped closer to you and you were able to see a huge scar down the left side of his face and you instantly knew who he was. Jan was one of the men Felix had to take down in order for him to become who he is today, one of the biggest mafia leaders in the country. 

"He didn't kill your daughter, your own men did." You spat out knowing the story of his daughter already. Felix had tried to save her, getting her out of the house before he burnt it down but Jan's own men took her back into the building, shooting her to make it look like Felix had done it.

"You're a silly brainwashed little girl, your husband took what was mine and now I will do the same." He reached out to touch your bump and you slapped his hand away, you were almost ready to pop which made you more scared for your daughter's life.

"He'll kill you." You grumbled rubbing your bump as you stared at the man who simply smirked at you.

"Actually, he'll do everything he can to find you and slip up. I'll be waiting for him with his daughter in my hands and his wife dead beside me." You felt sick as he walked out of the room, slamming and bolting it shut before you leaned your head back on the wall.

"You stay in there as long as possible, you don't come early." You mumbled to your stomach, whimpering at the thought of this all happening.

As soon as Felix found out that you were missing he knew who was responsible, it really didn't take a genius to figure it out either and Jan hadn't been the sneakiest of people when it came to plans.

"I want men at every entrance, dead on sight," Felix ordered into the earpiece as he sneakily made his way toward the basement window. Men had been watching the building for a week now trying to find weak points in the security system and there was one. There were no guards, no cameras. It was just Jan on his own in a house that seemed to be abandoned,

"Lix?" You whispered when you saw him at the window, a smirk on his lips as he began to break it open, sliding through it with ease.

"How-" Before you could ask the door was opened and men came through, your men who were all smiling at you happy to see you were okay.

"Where's Jan?" You asked as you made your way through the home and up the stairs, a car was failing to start out in the drive and you all began to make your way in the direction. The frail-looking man looked panicked as he tried to start the engine of a very run-down-looking car.

“Running doesn't matter i’ll hunt you down if you do," Felix said loud enough for him to hear but Jan continued to try the engine again and again until clouds of dark smoke left the hood before he was pulled from the car and dragged toward a van.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" You shook your head, for the most part, he'd left you alone and just fed you and let you use the bathroom but Felix was still going to make him pay for taking you.

SEUNGMIN:

The old lady you'd made friends with over the last month was holding your hand as she walked you around the small spare room in her home. This wasn't supposed to be happening right now, you were supposed to be long gone from Seoul before you gave birth but it seemed as though your son was going to come earlier than you wanted him to.

"We should get you to a hospital," She told you as you gripped onto her hand and shook your head, hosptials meant that Seungmin could track you down and you'd been doing everything you could to stay off his radar and you were going to keep it that way.

"He'll find me, he can't find me." You pleaded, she knew your story and why you'd run away but for the whole month she'd known you she had been trying to convince you to go back to Seungmin and have him be there with you.

"He should be here for the birth of his son." She scolded and you rolled your eyes at her. No one seemed to understand why you'd walked away from him, the two of you were fighting more than usual. You'd heard him say he wasn't even sure he wanted a child and so you didn't give him a choice, you ran.

"He said he wasn't sure he wanted him, I took the choice away." You groaned before bending over with your palms flat on the bed, screaming out in agony as a contraction hit you.

"I'm sure he was just nervous and he never meant it," She pleaded with you before the door opened and someone walked inside. Your head slowly looked behind you and you groaned seeing your husband standing there with a doctor by his side.

"You called him?!" You screamed trying to push her hands off you as Seungmin walked over to you but the lady continued to hold onto you, rubbing your lower back.

"Of course she did, you really think I'd let you get that easy?!"

"You said you weren't sure you wanted him. I took the choice away from you, leave." You hissed out but he shook his head at you,

“Aren't you tired? Can we stop this and give our hearts a rest?” You hated that he sounded so poetic when all you wanted to do was hate him,

"She's almost ready," The old lady mumbled as you shook your head there was no way you wanted to do this here, you wanted drugs to numb the pain anything, 

"You need to push," Seungmin told you as he held onto your hand, your eyes meeting his as you let out a whimper,

"I'm not ready, we're not ready!" You yelled and he chuckled a little kissing your cheek.

"No one is ever ready baby." He held onto your hand and you whined out knowing that it was time to push.

As soon as Seungmin was holding your son in his hands he was smiling at you,

"I-I'm sorry I ever doubted this," He told you as he held onto his son's tiny hand, watching him sleep peacefully in his arms as you laid your head on Seungmin's shoulder tiredly.

"If you ever say it again, we will be gone and you will never find us," You warned him as he nodded at you, kissing the top of your head as he promised that it would never happen again.

JEONGIN:

You had no idea what you were thinking when you'd disappeared months ago, there was no way that you were ever going to do this alone. Maybe if it had just been you on your own everything would have been fine but after running away you found out that you were pregnant. The only reason you'd run was because you were scared of the life he led, you weren't sure it was something you could see yourself in but ever since you discovered you were pregnant you knew you needed to come back.

Your child deserved a father in their life, even if it meant co-parenting instead of getting back together with him but you still loved Jeongin. You didn't think you could ever stop loving him for that matter.

"Yn?" Jisung whispered as you waited inside one of the buildings that Jeongin owned, you knew sooner or later one of his men would see you and tell Jisung or even bring you to him.

"Hey, is Jeongin around?" You weren't showing yet, no one would know that you were pregnant by looking at you and you were thankful for that.

"In his office, I'll take you up." Jisung took your arm gently and began to take you up. It had been a weird few months with their boss who lashed out at everyone who was close to him and refused to speak to anyone unless he needed to.

"What?!" Jeongin snapped as Jisung knocked on the door and walked inside. As soon as Jeongin turned around you felt guilt prickling your skin, he looked rough and that was putting it lightly.

He hadn't shaven in months, he was sporting a full beard which you assumed was to hide all of the bags under his eyes.

"Yn?" His voice broke but he quickly cleared his throat as he stared at you, not moving from his chair. He was too scared that if he did you'd suddenly disappear again.

"Hi." You mumbled a little as Jisung silently left the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving you alone with the man you loved.

"What can I do for you?" He asked, putting on his business voice as you slowly stepped toward the desk and dropped the ultrasound photos down onto the desk.

"I don't want money...I want you in the kid's life, even if you don't want me." You told him as you watched him slowly pick up the photos, you waited for him to question if it was even his but those questions never came. 

"Move in, we'll create a nursery...we'll have everything ready."

"You'll forgive me? Just like that?" You were stunned at how he was just ready to throw everything into the past and come back to you. You expected some kind of resistance from him, or that he'd want a paternity test.

"You're the mother of my child...the love of my life, you could stab me and I would forgive you." You scoffed a little at him, of course, he would say something like that.

"That's toxic." You smirked at him before he shook his head at you.

"Shut up." He grumbled before shaking his head at you and looking back at the photos with tears in his eyes.

"You need to shave, I won't come back until the beard is gone." You told him as he moved to hold you in his arms.

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[angsthology]

“when you said you were seeing someone i was kind of hoping a therapist” — or an alt title: roo sees things others can’t

theres been this uneasy feeling she feels on the back of her neck...

a/n fun fact i was possessed once as a kid. but anyway this came to me when i was reading the gamer episode of vr!!! so thank u noelle. but anyway let me explain this one: where im from the places here are kinda... "spooky" i guess and there are some people who can see otherworldly creatures and idk i just feel like bringing these in cause i thought it would be fun!

warnings; kinda creepy tbh i wrote this and imagined it a couple of times and scared myself (cause ik damn well it can happen to me 😭), this writing is kinda all over the place so uhh sorry

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

alex had initially been unfazed by the girl beside him, having a hard battle against her drooping eyes. he definitely understood where it’s coming from. this meeting was so boring. plus, roo wasn’t a big fan of listening to words that came out of the mouth of men anyway so there’s no surprise there.

it was only then after several more head drops she seemed like she was more awake, her eyes quietly and cautiously scanned the room from every top corner to behind them.

he brushed it off as nothing, probably just gathering reality after her on and off nap.

after that it was smooth sailing and more... listening.

only, he sort of noticed how her eyes barely looked up from her lap but he fully knew that she was awake now. still, he thought, maybe she was just tired still so he didn’t bother bothering her.

when the excruciating life sentence had finally stopped, the entire room stood up and either made their way to each other or simply leave.

alex had a brief conversation with charles who sat on the right row behind him, he then went to speak to his friend that was just one second ago still sat silently beside him only to turn around to find an empty seat.

he then looked around the room to see if she had went to talk to someone only to find her lack of presence in the room.

weird. she always did like to mingle.

again, he shrugged it off, maybe she just went to take a nap elsewhere.

the next time they had a meeting in the same room, the alfa romeo driver had arrived with george russell by her side. they barely said anything and arrived in silence. well, that wasn’t true. the girl had arrived in silence, george was greeting everyone happily.

when they arrived, george occupied himself in a conversation with alex. when he looked to his right he found the spot empty where the woman once stood in. he then looked around to find her already sitting silently besides her teammate.

she had been fine this morning when she met up with george until they were called into the meeting that’s when her energy seemed to have shifted. george simply thought she just dreaded the meeting itself—as per usual, like any other meeting she didn’t like so it seemed pretty normal to the brit.

though, she was uncharacteristically quiet. like, she wasn’t exactly someone with a big dictionary on the daily but she was still as annoying as a twenty-something-year-old could be.

she had kept her head down during the entire duration of the meeting, only ‘listening’ to whatever there was to be said. every once in a while she could be seen looking up cautiously from her lap, though her eyes only seemed to be looking at repetitive spots.

after the meeting was finally over again, she was gone before anyone could reach her.

weird.

another day, another meeting everyone dreaded. seems like that’s all the agenda was the last couple of days.

but no one dreaded it more than the woman in metallic black.

she was currently walking along with zhou (who was now caught up with all the information). she was uncomfortable, she hoped that today she’s gone—that it was gone. she had been keeping her head down to avoid it but over the days she could feel her creeping in closer and closer to her.

roo was so close to entering the room until she felt the hair on her neck stood up in alert and she knew she couldn’t. she was so close to escaping today’s meeting but just her luck.

lando had seen her and she knew it was too late when he had beckoned her over.

she—like she has been the last few days—entered the room cautiously, not looking up to that spot for her own sake.

“hey, man.” the brit greeted, patting her back.

she tried to greet them all back in the same manner but her uneasiness were overpowering her social skills and she couldn’t find the power in herself to say anything coherent.

the rest of the men looked at each other in question giving the other only a shrug. they were about to ask when they were cut off by the meeting starting.

and, surprise surprise, roo had already disappeared again from their side.

she now sat on the far left just next to the opening isle where they could walk through.

the three british men didn’t waste time to occupy look at the other for confirmation and the empty seats beside her. usually that would’ve pulled a reaction from her, a comment along the lines of ‘everybody wants to get with roo’ but when she stayed quiet head down that really piqued their interest.

throughout the entire meeting she was still very quiet which wasn’t something out of the blue but something that was, is the heavy breathing coming out of her mouth. at first it was nothing but the more and more time passes it got heavier and louder. lando, who sat next to her had heard the entire buildup causing him to worry for his fellow driver. he nudged her with his arm to which she flinched at.

“hey, you alr—” before he could finish she was already jumping off her seat and mumbling a small ‘excuse me’ as she sped-walked in front of them, circling her way out of the row and exiting the room.

a moment later, her teammate excuses himself out of the room leaving the three british men to give each other a look.

after they were all dismissed, the three had made it their mission to find the alfa romeo driver(s). everyone knew how random roo’s (behavioral) pattern is, but even they knew that was weird and out of the blue.

but somehow, it was not really a big surprise when they saw her walking along the paddock with fernando, smiling as if nothing had happened.

when she saw them, her smile grew and she waved at them happily as they went and approached her.

“hey, how was the meeting?”

“fine. —are you alright?” lando didn’t bother to hover around the topic.

she shrugged, “yeah, just, things, y’know.”

george furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and quite frankly, taken aback, “what things?” he asks, his tone almost sound accusing.

she sighs, slumping her shoulder a bit, “it’s stupid.” she states.

“if it made you bolt out of the room like that, not really.”

she rolls her eyes, “i kinda… have been seeing a woman.”

they were so taken aback the three furrowed their brows in sync, only making her realize the mistake in her words.

she shook her head as if to refresh her thoughts, “let me rewind—i uh, i can… see spirits.”

still—hell, probably more—confused, their response to her words were tilting their heads like a puppy dog (though george and lando had a sort of shift into a more judgy look).

she clicks her tongue, “every time i look up in that room i see this woman with long hair—hair that covered her entire face down to her chest. and– the first time ‘round i thought that was it and that when i come back the next time she’d be gone. but… i guess it seemed like she got closer every time i come back. and today– today she went to the point where she was near my face and i guess… i guess i was finally feeling her presence getting too close instead of just seeing.”

when she finished talking, the three drivers in front of her stayed silent and she almost regret saying anything. she felt really stupid despite how real it was for her. she turned to whine to nando next to her when one of the three brits finally spoke up.

“that’s awesome!” exclaimed alex.

roo, still standing facing in fernando’s direction, only side-eyed him—judgy and  confused, right on-brand.

“…i was terrified.” she somehow thought she needed to clarify.

“no, yeah, sorry you had to go through that, whatever—you can see ghosts!” alex re-states excitedly.

the older man out of the four of them couldn’t help but be amused by the entire conversation. he put both his hands on each of the girl’s shoulders and laughed lightly, shaking her a little in the process, “good luck, niña.”

“man, i don’t need luck. i need new friends.”

taglist; @treehouse-mouse @disneyprincemuke @yansbolobao @leilanixx @judespoision @vellicora @bborra sorry for this mess 😭😭

[vex91]

Monsam - Date us

Pairing: Kornkamon x Female Reader x Samanan Anantrakul

Fandom: GAP The Series

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Can I request a monsam x reader fic, where monsam first met y/n and they're both smitten. Maybe y/n could could be a new business partner to Sam or something like that?

Thank you

Summary: Nothing better could happen to Mon and Sam than finally being able to be together with Sam's grandmother disapproving. That's false, something better could happen to the two of them.....you.

A/N: Finally a GAP The Series request👏👏👏 Thank you for requesting it❤

3rd's POV

Sam was finally happy.

It seems like Sam's life finally started looking up. Her grandmother accepted her relationship with the love of her life, Mon. They got married. She kept her company which was her happiness, with Mon of course. Everything was going great and she felt like she had everything she needed.

Well that was until that day.

Sam had a meeting planned with you regarding both of your companies future. If you two manage to come to an agreement and sign the contract, it would benefit you both.

Mon was talking with Noi when the footsteps could be heard throughout the whole floor. Every head whipped in the direction of the noise, seeing you walking in confidently but respectfully. Mon and Noi were standing close to the stairs which caused you and Mon to hold an eye contact which caused both of your breaths to hitch before you walked passed her and let one of the workers show you the way to Sam's office.

Mon kept her eyes on you even when your figure disappeared behind the doors. For some reason she had this weird feeling in her stomach and the temperature of the room definitely rise. Noi looked at her and noticed Mon's face getting redder "Oi Mon, I agree that Miss Y/N is really hot but calm down, don't you have a wife already?" Her friends teasing caused Mon to snap out of the trance she was in "Huh? Ah Noi no, it's not like that. I only like Lady Sam and nothing is going to change that" Seeing that Noi wanted to say something else Mon quickly excused herself and ran to her desk in order to work.

Or at least that was the plan but she couldn't really focus on the work, instead she thought about the woman who was right now talking with Sam. She couldn't like her right? She didn't even knew about her existence until their brief meeting today. Though Mon couldn't deny that she was really attractive....and she looked nice and professional.

Mon slapped herself lightly when she noticed that she started daydreaming about you. This was wrong. She was with Lady Sam, how can she be thinking about another woman when Lady Sam cares for her so much and does so much for her?

Little did she know that Sam was doing the same thing at her office. The meeting was going well but it was hard for her to focus. Ever since you walked into her office Sam immediately felt attracted to you. During the whole meeting Sam felt guilty for feeling like that when Mon was literally behind the doors but she couldn't help admiring you. You were so passionate about your company it made her admire you a lot and the fact that you were nice and attractive made her weak for you.

"I'm so happy that we came to an agreement Miss Sam. I hope that our cooperation will benefit both of us" You shooked her hand and Sam's knees nearly stopped working. Your hand was actually really soft and Sam didn't wanted to let go of it.

She watched you walked away from her after she showed you a way out and she couldn't take her eyes off of you. Only after you left she managed to look around the office and see Mon still looking in the direction you walked off to. Said girl felt eyes on her and turned her head, seeing Sam looking at her with furrowed eyebrows causing her to quickly look away and go back to work.

"Interesting" mumbled Sam as she walked back into her office.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5 months passed after that. Your partnership with Sam was going well, benefiting both of your companies. Ever since your last visit both Mon and Sam talked about it and they came to a conclusion that they fell for you and there was no denying it. They always thought about you, what you were doing and with who you were, hoping that you weren't seeing anyone.

After thinking about it for months, they decided to just straight up confess to you. During these 5 months of your partnership, you became quite close to the two women, often hanging out with them for a dinner or a drink together. And that's exactly what they did.

They invited you for a drink together after one of your meetings regarding the future of your companies.

Honestly they didn't had a plan, when they managed to end up in a bar with you, their minds just stopped working. The effect that you had on them was unmatchable to anyone else. One look from you managed to bring them to their knees and one word made them ready to give you the world. Just the thought of someone else doing it for you drove them crazy.

"Why are you guys so tense today? Something happened?" You sipped on your drink, intently watching the pair tense up even more after seeing your gaze on them. Mon looked down on the drink in her hand while Sam chugged it down while nervously looking away. You were surprised by their sudden change of behavior, they were fine earlier.

Yeah you noticed that they always acted a little strange around you but today it seemed to be even more noticeable.

"Nothing, it's nothing really" Mon laughed nervously while Sam poured herself another drink. Yeah, it wasn't nothing. Sam may seem like the type but normally she doesn't drink that much and Mon can be pretty nervous at times but never like that.

"Come on girls, We may know each other for only 5 months but I got to know you enough to know that something's bothering you. You can tell me, we're friends" After hearing your words Sam putted down her glass a little too aggressively. Even she was surprised by her own actions but hearing you call yourself their friend made her sick in her stomach. She wanted something more with you and she knew that Mon wanted the same so when she got your attention with her action just now, Sam decided to be straightforward with you.

She didn't knew if she normally would do this and if it was just the influence of the alcohol (even though she wasn't drunk) but she didn't cared much because no matter what it was, it caused her to do the big first step.

"Date us"

"Huh?" Your surprised voice reached her ears as she looked between yours and Mon's shocked faces. Mon sat there speechless since she didn't expected Sam to just blurt it out suddenly but honestly that sounds like what Sam would do. She looked to the side at you as you were still unable to say anything out of shock, Mon took this as a chance to say something herself.

"What we mean is both of us really like you. We talked together about this and we would want, o-only if you are f-fine with it of course, start dating you. You know, just us three together" A little clumsily, Mon explained what Sam meant a little better than said woman who was still looking straight at you, waiting for your answer.

You on the other hand, were stunned. Now that you thought about it, it was obvious by their every action but despite this, it was still surreal to you. Two amazing women that probably most people would love to have a chance with, wanted to date you out of all people. You don't know how but it seems like you just became God's favorite for some reason.

Sam coughed a little to loudly to show you that she would want an answer as Mon slapped her arm. Sam was women of a lot of things but patience wasn't one of them in situations like these, especially when she was this nervous. She just wanted to know your answer so she could be incredibly happy or to just stare at the ceiling all night in bed.

"I...I-I well...." Mon and Sam quickly looked to you and it made it even harder for you to answer their question but you still managed to do it "I really like you guys. During these 5 months you somehow managed to make me like you more than I probably should as your business partner. So I would love to date you" Mon sighed in relief after hearing your answer while Sam closed her eyes, thanking whoever for your answer.

Both of them moved their chairs closer to you and as Mon leaned her head on your shoulder from one side, on the other Sam leaned on her hand that was on the table and with her other hand she intertwined your fingers together, giving you a sincere smile.

For the rest of the night the three of you drunk more and you spend the night at their house that will soon become also yours.

You were ready to give your all to make this relationship work because you really cared about them and wanted to be with them.

[rileytwenty]

IDIA || an Avatar story (x Neteyam)

Chapter 1

Masterlist

(English Na'vi)

When Jake came back to the hidden mountain base, he was stressed out. Everyone noticed. Neteyam was injured. Neytiri wouldn't let go of Tuk. Tensions were high.

Spider was gone. Opposite from Kiri, Jake and Neytiri didn't seem overly concerned.

I was curious of the situation but I knew how Neytiri felt about me. So, I kept my distance and waited for Norm to come tell me what was going on as he usually did.

"Y/N?" Just as anticipated, Norm came over. The look on his face, though, was less normal. "We need to talk. You should sit down."

"Why? What's happening?"

"Look, some of Jake's kids just ran into something, well... sorta new. We're calling them Recoms. They're kind of just, uh, more RDA avatars. Except instead of the mind coming from a transfer bed, they have memories implanted from a drive. The drives were taken as a precautionary copy of the minds of some of the important military individuals before the battle."

"Then, these new avatars have all the same memories as those individuals before the battle? They basically brought them back in avatar bodies?"

"Yeah, actually, that's right."

"Who? I remember some names."

"Miles Quaritch, for one."

"Ass."

"His little posse of Sec-Ops is almost entirely back, too." He gave me a hesitant stare, as if looking at a detonating bomb, but I didn't get why.

"What does this mean?"

He stared at me for another moment before responding, "well, they're basically hunting the Sullys. They're also looking for you."

"What? Why? What asset am I to them?"

"Uh..." he chuckled uncomfortably, before sarcastically adding, "who knows?"

"That doesn't make any sense." I stopped to think, rubbing a hand down my forehead. "Well, what's going to happen now?"

"I have no idea. Jake seems to have a plan but he wanted to talk to Neytiri first. I think you should go talk to him."

"Well, is Neytiri there? 'Cause you know how she is with me."

"I don't think you'll be the first thing on her mind. She almost lost her children today."

"You're right, sorry. I'll go." I began to walk around him when he put a hand out to stop me.

"You really don't...?"

"Don't what?"

"Nothing. Never mind. Go find Jake."

And so I did. Though, I was weirded out by Norm not being his typical self. This all sounded really serious, almost as serious as when the RDA first returned and all that forest was lost.

"Jake? Mrs. Sully?" I stood outside their marui, palms sweating and nervous itches sprouting. Neytiri flung open the door flap.

"What, girl?" She snapped. She only ever spoke to me in her mother tongue.

"Is Jake here?"

"Why do you want to know? What business do you have with him?"

"Neytiri, sweetie, just let her in. I guess she should have a choice in this, too." Jake sounded from somewhere in the structure. Neytiri's ears were flat on her head, but she abided by her mate.

"What's going on, Jake? Norm told me to come speak with you."

"Yeah, well that was before Neytiri got a say in it." He let out one chuckle before seeing said woman's face and cutting himself off.

"Okay, here's the deal. My family and I are deciding on whether or not to leave here, for the safety of the clan. The more the Sky People look for us here, the more likely this place is to be found out."

Neytiri was visibly crushed by this idea. This clan is her home. Her sanctuary. Her people.

"You can't say this, ma Jake. We must keep fighting to stay with our people. You want me to leave my mother?"

He was visibly trying to hide his despair. "Us staying here could get your mother killed. Or get our kids killed."

"Aagh!" She scoffed, turning away in frustration.

"What I'm trying to say, Idia, is that they're out for you, too. There's no point in us leaving without you, or else they'd still be searching for this place."

"I..." I couldn't find words. "I couldn't come with you." Because I'd have no one; your kids won't have as much as a conversation with me and your wife wishes me dead. I haven't left this cave system in months, I'm not ready for a change that big. "Who would keep Norm company?"

Jake let out a fatherly laugh at that. I was happy to make him laugh at a time like this. "Norm would be fine. Respectfully, Idia, you'd be putting a lot of people at risk if you stay."

"She is not coming, Jake. How can we trust that she won't tell the Sky People where we are?"

"Neytiri, please. She wouldn't do that. Besides, she has no way to contact them if she wanted to."

"Ma Jake, this is too much. I cannot say yes. You are Toruk Makto. Fight this!"

Jake shut his eyes and pinched his nose. "They almost got our children, Neytiri. They had guns to their heads. If one of those Recoms had decided to pull the trigger, we would have been helpless."

I was truly considering the concept, but couldn't accept it. "Where would we go?"

"Across the sea, to the Metkayina clan. We can seek refuge there, if Ronal allows it. I know Tonowari will try to help us." Jake was friends with a lot of the other Olo'ektans, Tonowari included.

"Rah!" Another cry of frustration from Neytiri. "'If Ronal allows it,'" she quoted distastefully.

A giggle came from the side of the tent.

"TUK!" I recognized the voice as Lo'ak, younger son of the couple before me. The marui fell silent.

"Lo'ak. Kids. Get in here now." Jake demanded. His tone scared even me.

Kiri, Tuk and Lo'ak filed in silently, with the older two glaring holes in Tuk's head. Though, she seemed not to notice.

Neytiri sucked in a breath angrily.

"What have I told you three about eavesdropping?" Jake's voice was low, threatening.

"This seemed important, dad. It involves us, so I think we should be allowed to hear it." Kiri spoke up courageously. Jake's eyes softened at her response. He'd always had a soft spot for her. Norm told me it had to do with her mother, Grace.

"Okay, fine. But if I catch you eavesdropping again I'll skin you, you hear me?"

"Yes, dad." Kiri rolled her eyes and I couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if anyone else had rolled their eyes after that comment. Jake sighed.

"Lo'ak, go find Neteyam. We need to have a family meeting. Idia, I'll come talk with you once we decide."

I nodded and left the marui.

taglist: @im-kaii

[neoyongz]

no body, no crime 🩸 | alex turner

you aren’t letting up until you dig into the reason alex cheated on your friend.

warnings: this is fully based in no body, no crime by taylor swift & haim, the fic is centered around alex but there’s plenty of louise mentions since a part of the plot revolves around her, no smut, no fluff, criminal theme & plot, death

words count: 2.4k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

“Louise! here!” you said as you saw your friend enter by the restaurant’s door. Louise was your best friend, you two met some years ago at work but even after you both left the company, you kept in contact with her.

“There you are! How are you?” Louise hugged you as her pearly-white smile showed up between her lips.

“Pretty good, no complaints. How ‘bout you? Have a seat, please” After the hug, she took her seat in front of you right before the waiter came to serve the drinks. “I already ordered, don’t worry” It was always the same menu for the both of you: pasta and a glass of wine for each.

“Oh, many things happened” You both thanked the waiter and he left. “Remember what I told you about Alex? That he started coming home very late and acting very weird?” You nodded and took a sip of your wine. “Well, today I checked our joint account and he sent some very expensive jewelry. Woman jewelry” She sighed. “Not mine”

You gasped and opened your eyes like big plates. “Wait a minute. It could be… his mom’s? maybe?” Louise took a sip of her wine and took her phone out of her pocket.

“Nah, her mom hasn’t left any jewelry for him as far as I know. I guess I should start, you know… coming to terms with this situation. Since the merlot incident, he left a bottle in his car which neither of us bought and he also had the taste of it, I've been watching him very closely, and he’s definitely hiding shit” Louise never cursed but she was really angry at her husband. For her, it felt like throwing 3 years of marriage to the garbage.

“That ain’t my merlot on his mouth, that ain’t my jewelry on our joint account…”

“I’m so sorry about that… Are you planning on divorcing? I could help you with that, my sister’s a lawyer” You took her hand and looked at her with a sad expression. You knew Alex very well, enough to know that he wasn’t like that. He would never cheat on anyone, say less about someone like Verneuil. He loved her with her whole heart, how did this happen?

“Yes, but I know this is nothing more than suspicions and there’s no proof that he actually… cheated” That last word hitted Louise on her chest like a bullet to her heart. “I know about your sister though, no need to worry, I’ll call her if I need to” Her phone vibrated. The screen showed a message from Alex; are u coming home babe?

Louise didn’t even think about replying, she was sick of thinking about Alex. The man that had enough balls to cheat on her and call her “babe” every fucking night. She had so much remorse, but nothing could be proven yet.

“For now, I just think he did it but there’s no way to prove it” Louise turned off her phone and looked at you, searching for any excuse to change the way of the talk as she felt her eyes tearing up.

“I think he did it but I just can’t prove it…”

[ . . . ]

You opened the front door and took your bag and car keys. It was a sunny Thursday at 9 am, you were just about to go to work at your dad’s house to clean it and take care of him. You were unemployed but weren’t looking for a job anyway, you made your way to survive with your savings and the thing you were most looking for was a time to relax alone and maybe go on a vacation.

You entered your car and right after switching it on, you started driving. It was common routine to pass Louise’s and Alex’s house as both houses were very close, only 2 blocks away. You saw Alex carrying a big black bag with some tools, not his regular work tools and getting in his car too, an old fashioned red Ford Capri which was actually very dirty after the couple went on a trip to the desert less than a week ago.

Well, the bottom of the car was quite dirty but the tires weren’t: were they new? You drove slowly when you passed by his side to wave at him, and so he did. Actually, you were looking at his car’s brand new tires. It wasn’t too weird at all because it isn’t like no one gets new tires, but his old ones didn’t seem damaged at all… or maybe you were in your head a little too much trying to help getting proofs for Louise.

Once you passed their house’s block, you kept on driving while listening to the radio. Well, you couldn’t say you weren't mad at Alex for what Louise supposed he did, he claimed to be extremely loyal to her and the whole relationship was very good for both of them, they seemed really happy with each other. So, what was the reason behind him cheating? The whole situation was very blurry, and if you were already feeling that much remorse for Alex, you couldn’t imagine how heartbroken Louise would be feeling as you were thinking about them.

Thinking about the situation helped the time to go faster than usual and before you could even realize, you were already parking at your dad’s house. Driving there was a muscle memory thing for you to do. Once you left your car, you went inside the house and found your dad watching his old TV, as usual.

“Darling” He said with a smile and got up to greet you.

“Hi, have you been feeling well?” You left your bag on the sofa and approached him. “Did you take your meds?” He was sick and not able to go to work, so taking care of him was important for you right now.

“Yes, don’t worry. Want some coffee?” You said no before looking at the TV, it’s sound became a little loud as the news channel announced something important, or it seemed like so.

“Nah, I had breakfast. Thanks. Let me clean this for you” You took your dad’s cup, he had breakfast not a while ago. You carried the cup and the little plate he used for his biscuits to the kitchen while keeping your ears fixed on the TV.

“We are live from your local News Channel sadly reporting that a 34 years old blonde and short haired, slim and tall girl in Sheffield named Louise Verneuil went missing Wednesday’s morning. We have her husband on the line giving the first clues, can you hear us?”

“He reports his missing wife and I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires…”

The plate and the cup fell off your hands as soon as you heard Louise’s name. You were frightened. Your face was pale, your whole body started shaking and you walked to the TV.

“What?…” You whispered. Your dad looked at you, concerned.

“Is everything okay?” He got close to you and hugged you as soon as he noticed your eyes getting wet and filled with tears.

“Dad… it’s Louise” You whispered and bursted out crying while hiding in your dad’s chest, hearing Alex’s voice on the TV.

“I don’t know what happened, she left for work yesterday’s morning but hasn’t come back since and her phone is off. Her phone is always on, she is not getting the calls either… I’m scared, we’ve been married for years and I don’t know what could’ve happened to her”

You clenched your teeth as you heard his sayings, there was something off in his tone. His voice didn’t connect to his “scared” feeling. There was something wrong and you knew it.

[ . . . ]

You’ve been watching Alex very closely. You recently noticed a new woman coming to his house and your blood has been boiling since. It was true. He was cheating on Louise, but still no news about her. It’s been about a week since her going missing and your heart has been aching more than ever, you knew Louise wouldn’t do something like that, and that someone made her do it or even worse. Someone could have hurted her or something like that. But no news about that, only a few signs you saw Louise’s mom putting up on the street.

On the other side of the street, a few blocks away, Alex was setting himself to go to bed, calm as he has never been before. After having dinner with his former mistress, the woman he cheated on Louise with.

“Al, I just know you’re hiding something. Tell me right now” The woman followed him around the house.

“I have nothing to hide” He said, opening the closet. “Just stop asking, I don’t fucking know anything about Louise. Stop bringing her up”

“You act like you haven't been married to her for 3 years! You don’t even look sad” She screamed, even if she knew she was in the wrong position to be reclaiming Alex’s sadness towards Louise, it was impossible to not feel frightened by the fact that he didn’t shed a single tear in a week after her wife went missing.

“Let me cope with it alone. I don’t like showing off my emotions” His stupid excuse ended up convincing the woman. “Leave me alone” She sighed and left the room, going towards Louise’s former bed just to watch her own things all over the bed. Her heart ached at the thought of sleeping in that woman’s bed, and felt extremely guilty.

“And his mistress moved in, sleeps in Este’s bed and everything…”

[ . . . ]

You put on your latex gloves as you start to clean up the table, making sure to get rid of every little thing that would look off-putting. You were very meticulous with this cleaning, it was a very special case. You mopped the floor and once you finished, you considered it was enough, so you took the big and heavy bag that had been waiting for you at the backdoor for around an hour and opened the wood door.

You rushed through the backyard and threw the bag on your car’s backseat. You pulled the zipper all the way up and got on the driver’s seat, before slamming the pedal and heading to the river you visited last night. You were very calm even if your actions felt rushed: you just wanted the situation to end and just get over it.

You took the highway and drove for around 45 minutes. It was late at night and the stars were sparkling white, shining all around the dark blue sky above your head. The jazz music on the radio helped you relax even more, breathing slowly and even smiling while getting out of the highway to take a dirt road, heading to the entrance of the river. Once you arrived, you knew no one was there, so you took the bag out of the backseat and threw it to the boat you set up last night, and went even further on the river. It was loud as the water slammed your boat and the rocks around. After a few minutes getting deep into the river, you decided it was about time. You opened the zipper and looked at what you had in there for a few seconds. You doubted a little bit, but there was no coming back after this. After coming to terms with your own mind, you took the bag and threw it to the water. You watched the bag disappear before your eyes, feeling a bit of remorse. But never regretted it.

“Good thing, my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen…”

[ . . . ]

The cameras followed Louise’s sister when she got out of the court, the reporters shoving their microphones on her face. “What happened inside? Any news about Alex? What did the mistress say? And Louise’s friend? What about her?”

“Guys, guys, stop” Louise’s sister stopped them and took a minute to breathe through the air gap the reporters left above her. “What we know so far is that the mistress was there the night Turner went missing. And Turner was the last one to ever put his sight on Louise” She sighed. “Louise’s friend has nothing to do with this case. She was with me the whole day Alex went missing”

“Good thing Este’s sister is gonna swear she was with me”

“Are you sure she was with you?” A reporter slammed her microphone into her face.

“She was with me, dude” She looked annoyed. “The mistress is just gonna get her payment for the life insurance. Really don’t know about her future in this case but all we can ask is justice for Louise”

“And good thing, the mistress took out a big life insurance policy…”

“Who is the main suspect?” The reporter didn’t seem satisfied with her answer.

“They think the mistress did it but there’s no actual proof. They both went missing but the only one found was Louise’s body, which had Alex’s DNA all over it. Pretty dumb of him if you ask me” She took a cigarette calmly, as if no one was around her. “It is clear that Turner killed Louise. But they don’t know how or why he went missing… maybe to not be held accountable” She lit the cigarette and took a puff. “Anyway, no one has found Turner, so the case will keep going for quite some time until they come up with a resolution. That’s all the news for today” She spoke now relaxed, and the reporters greeted her and left.

“They think she did it but they just can’t prove it…”

Once Louise’s sister was alone, she took her phone and called you. You were watching the whole case getting covered by the news, so even if you weren’t there, you were very updated with the info about it.

“Were you watching?” She said, and smiled as she heard your voice down the line, affirming. “It’s clear what that bitch is going for. She’s trying to get you involved in the Alex thing with a very weak argument in my opinion. But she’s not getting away with it” She took a puff from her cigarette.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, we know what’s gonna happen next. Thanks” You said and took a sip out of your coffee. “I’ll call you later, gotta go”

“Okay, no worries. Goodbye” She said and after ending the call, she put her phone in her pocket.

“She thinks I did it but she just can’t prove it…”

“As they said… no body, no crime” You whispered as you saw Alex’s picture coming up on the TV screen. “You knew that I wasn’t letting up until the day you died”

[ . . . ]

haiii !! thank u so much for reading :p remember that this fic is purely based on the song and I added a few details to make it a little more realistic. I don’t think I will be doing any other fic similar to this one even if I absolutely enjoyed writing it hehe anyways, thank u for stopping by !! love ya xx

[glatisant-questing]

Hijikata, Sannan and Souma's Stories from the Manyo no Shou Stellaworth Booklet

Souma's story takes place in Ezo!

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(I can’t believe this is happening…) 

I secretly sighed as I beheld a nervous Yukimura Chizuru standing right next to me. 

Yukimura’s room had a leak, so she had to stay in one of the soldiers’ rooms for the night. Souji found it amusing, and he said, “Why don’t you let her stay in your room, Hijikata-san? She’s your page, after all”. In the end, I couldn’t refuse and agreed to let her stay in my room. 

“Um… Hijikata-san, are you sure this is okay? I don’t mind sleeping in my room, actually…” 

Yukimura said that hesitantly, but… 

“If I send you back to that room now, who knows what Souji will say. My room may be a little cramped for two people, but just bear with it for one night.” 

“N-no, I don’t mind the space…! I’ll lay out the futon.”

After her swift denial, she started laying out the futon that Yamazaki brought here earlier. 

“Hey, I can do the futon myself…” 

Before I finished my sentence, Yukimura already laid out both of our futons. She’s always good at this kind of thing. 

“Well then, let’s go to bed, then.” 

“Y-yes!” I heard Yukimura’s nervous voice. 

“…Just so you know, I’m not going to do anything weird just because we’re sleeping in the same room. I’m not that desperate to lay my hands on you.”

I said that to reassure Yukimura, but…

“I-I understand…” 

Yukimura’s reply sounded like 70% relief and 30% disappointment. 

(Wait a minute. Why does Yukimura sound down after what I said? I only said that to make her feel better.) 

As I was thinking, I realized something and said, “…And don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re not attractive or anything. I said that only because of my current position and how the situation is.” 

“A-ah… Yes! I understand.” 

The voice that answered me sounded a little relieved. 

(Why does she feel relieved by my words, anyway? Does she somehow want me to see her as a woman? ……No, she would not think like that.)

 I thought so to myself and said, “I’m turning off the light.” 

“Ah, yes!” 

After hearing Yukimura’s reply, I blew out the oil lamp. 

The room was enveloped in darkness and became very quiet. 

After that, I got into the futon, but it was still the time of the night when I usually worked, so I couldn’t fall asleep, but tossed and turned all the time. 

“Um…” 

From the other side of the darkness, I heard a hesitant voice. 

“What is it?” I asked.

“Are you really glad to let me stay in your room, Hijikata-san? If I didn’t stay, you could have focused on your work.” 

“Well, while that is true, it’s okay to have a day like this once in a while. Yamazaki and Shimada also tell me to go to bed early sometimes.” 

“…I see.” 

“Yeah. So don’t worry about it and just go to sleep. I’ll arrange for the leak to be fixed tomorrow.” 

“Thank you very much.” 

After hearing her words of gratitude, the conversation came to a halt and only the sound of her breathing could be heard. 

(Even though she kind of lives in confinement, she’s always concerned about us.) 

As I thought so, I finally felt sleepy and closed my eyes.

(The end.)

“Sanna-san, are you awake? I've brought your meal."

Hearing the voice from outside the shoji door, I paused the writing that I had been doing.

"Yes, I'm awake. Please come in."

In response, the door quietly slid open, and Yukimura Chizuru-kun stepped into my room.

"I'll leave your meal here…” she said as she placed the tray with food in the corner of the room.

At that moment, a small yawn escaped from Yukimura's mouth.

"You seem tired. Did Hijikata-san give you a lot of errands to run again today?"

"Uh, I'm sorry! Actually, Hijikata-san didn’t ask me, but I volunteered. After all, I'm always grateful to all of you for your help."

"I see. You're still as kind-hearted as ever."

I spoke what was on my mind while continuing with my writing. She seemed slightly puzzled, tilting her head in wonder.

"Kind-hearted... you think so?"

Yukimura didn't seem entirely convinced, but then she seemed to think of something.

“If you don’t mind, please have your meal before it gets cold.”

"I'll have it once I finish this paragraph. Don't worry."

I replied without turning around, continuing with my documents.

It seemed that Yukimura-kun was sorry to disturb me, and she fell silent.

Time passed, and after a while, I thought, "Shall I take a break now?"

Setting my pen aside, I turned around.

"I apologize for making you wait. Shall I have the meal now? ...Oh?"

Perhaps tired of waiting, Yukimura had fallen asleep while leaning against the wall. She was breathing softly.

(If she was sleepy, she could have gone back to her room... Unless she wanted to hear my thoughts on the food?”

For a fleeting moment, I considered waking her up, but I was reluctant to do so when I saw how peacefully she slept.

"I can't let her catch a cold, and maybe I should cover her with something."

With that thought in mind, I draped my robe over Yukimura's body.

Then, I began to eat the meal placed on the tray.

Although the food got cold for a bit, Yukimura's cooking was still impeccable.

"It would have been better to eat it while it was still warm."

As I pondered, Yukimura’s eyelids slowly opened, and our eyes met.

After a brief moment, she seemed to have finally taken in the situation.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I just fell asleep..."

"It's okay. You can go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when I'm done."

"But..."

“Just have some rest. Is that okay?”

"Yes, thank you, Sannan-san."

She said bashfully and closed her eyes again, beginning to doze off.

Looking at Yukimura-ku peacefully asleep like some kind of small animal, I continued with my meal.

(The end.)

“It's snowing again today. I can't help but feel gloomy thinking that I'll have to shovel snow again tomorrow."

As I gazed at the silently accumulating snow outside the window, I spoke.

"That's right. I was prepared for this, but I didn't expect that winter in Ezo could be this harsh."

It had been nearly half a month since we had come to Ezo in pursuit of Vice-Commander Hijikata. While the bitter cold and the snow confined us indoors, which could be frustrating sometimes…

(Still, it's been a while since I've enjoyed such peaceful days.)

Just as I was thinking so, something caught my attention.

"Huh?"

I noticed something and paused.

"What's wrong?"

“Senpai, your hands..."

Perhaps due to the usual chores, Yukimura-senpai's fingertips were bright red from frostbites.

"Oh, this? Don't worry about it. It'll heal if I apply some medicine," Senpai replied with a smile, but I took Senpai's hand in mine.

"Souma-kun?"

Senpai seemed a little surprised, but I held Senpai's hand in both of mine and rubbed it between my fingers.

However, since my own hands were cold, Senpai’s hand wasn't warming up.

"I-It's fine, Souma-kun. I'm okay."

Perhaps out of concern for me, Senpai said that, but...

“Please let me take care of you, Senpai. I've been causing you trouble all along."

"..."

Senpai seemed bashful.

After rubbing our hands together for a while, warmth finally returned to Senpai's hand.

“I think I’m fine. Thank you."

Saying that, Senpai let go of my hand and turned away shyly.

"I should go back to my room soon. I need to get up early tomorrow.”

Senpai began to leave the room.

"Wait, Senpai!"

I inadvertently grabbed Senpai's hand to stop her from leaving.

"Um... could you stay a little longer? I... I would like to be with you a bit more, Senpai."

Senpai seemed a bit surprised by my words, her eyes blinking.

"Oh... Of course, I didn’t mean anything weird! I mean, I just thought it would be nice to chat more and spend time together! Of course, if it's inconvenient for you, I can understand..."

As I stumbled over my words, Senpai gazed at me with a somewhat bashful expression, but...

"Is that so..."

Senpai murmured. I thought I detected a tinge of disappointment in her tone, or perhaps it was just my imagination?

But before I could voice my doubt, Senpai smiled and said...

"Well, I felt the same way, actually. So, let's chat a bit longer, shall we?"

With a gentle smile, Senpai said those words.

(The end.)

[mageofseven]

When Heat Cools: A MephistoMC Love Story

Chapter 9

Taglist: @astroseuss @fcxyviixen @jar-of-moondust @marvelous-maniac @ghost-mint @darkflowerav @missloserqueen

TW: implied r*pe and a scene that, despite not showing it, heavily implies that it comes (or came, since it happened in the past) after that for the character.

If this is an especially triggering topic for you, please either skip the chapter or skip the section written in

Xxxxxxx

the format type shown above.

Oh and snakes. If you are afraid of snakes, the same section won't be to your liking.

It was the next day that MC had gotten a call from Mephisto.

"Hey..." She murmured into the phone. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you the other day."

"...MC, you literally had another man reach into and manipulate your soul in order to read it's properties." The nobleman spoke in disbelief.

Does the woman really not understand how dangerous and extreme what she went through was? Was it better that she didn't?

"Yeah, I know but..." The human's voice trailed of as she laid a hand of her belly.

In truth...she was just feeling self-conscious about having to be taken care of and knew as her pregnancy progressed, this apparently very special pregnancy, that she will likely have more times when she will have to lean on him when she is more used to having him lean on her.

Mephisto huffed and shook his head on the other line.

"Look, just don't worry about it." He told her before pursing his lips. "I...listen, I need you to come to my home after dinner today."

MC raised her eyebrows. Despite their long, weird friendship, the human has never been to their boyfriend's home before.

"Uh...why exactly...?"

"My parents...have received Lord Diavolo's message and wish to speak with both of us." He explained. "Though I do believe they have ulterior motives, I also believe they do want to meet the woman I am risking so much for more."

Oh. Oh devil. I mean, meeting your partner's parents for the first time is often not the easiest thing in the world, but when they already hate you and blame everything going wrong on you and literally wanted you dead but MC doesn't know this?

This was honestly really scary for the woman.

"Mi corazón, it will be alright." He cajoled. "I will be right beside you; you'll be safe."

"What if they grow to hate me more?" She asked. "I don't want to be at odds with your parents forever."

These people wanted to kill her and she is worried about their opinion? Okay, he realizes she doesn't know that, but the man still finds her words a bit ridiculous.

"Now is not the time to worry about how they feel." Mep tugged her back down to reality. "Just...I need you to come, listen to what they have to say and then we will get you a safe distance away from them."

"Do you really think they would hurt me?"

In truth, Dia's message has bound their hands somewhat, but Mephisto didn't want to chance anything, especially with his mother; just like the snakes she controlled, you never knew when she was going to strike.

"I don't know," He spoke truthfully. "But I'd rather take no chances, alright? Now, I'll send a car to pick you up around 6:30pm (18:30) later, alright?"

The human nodded into the phone.

"Alright..."

~

The car came around later that evening, just as Mephisto said it was. She stepped inside and rode in silence, arm around her belly as she stared out the window.

Was it...stupid that she wanted Mephisto's parents' approval? In truth, she just didn't want anymore fighting. She didn't want Mephisto to deal with his parents' anger and disapproval, didn't want her babies to grow up without grandparents or around drama and hostility.

If only she could just fix things...yet she was at a loss. How could she when in their eyes, MC and her children were the very problem? This is a problem that the human just can't see herself getting passed.

Once the car pulled up in front of a mansion--a mansion that could easily rival Diavolo's castle in size. MC stared at the building from her seat, suddenly intimidated.

Like yeah, she knew her boyfriend and his family were wealthy because because let's face it, Mephisto used to make his family's money a big part of his personality. Still, this wealthy? Like, Diavolo?

The driver opened her door for her, knocking the pregnant human out of her thoughts.

This was the first time MC had really focused on the man who drove her all this way.

This man looked to be in his early twenties by human standards and had medium reddish-brown hair long enough to tie in a tidy ponytail that laid against his shoulder. His horns looked like twigs and were angled in a waysl that the dark brown sticks hid within his hair.

He wore half-frame glasses over warm brown eyes and wore a professional outfit; black slacks, a long sleeve dress shirt, and a dark maroon vest with a bow tie on his somewhat scrawny figure. To top off the look, he had a tail the same color as his vest wrapped around his waist, whether for practicality, as a pretend belt or a constant hug, who knows.

He extended a gloved hand and a polite smile to her.

"Please allow me."

MC hesitated and stared at that the giant mansion behind him, causing the man's eyes to soften.

"You will be with my master; I promise you will have nothing to fear."

The human bit her lip, but accepted his hand.

Suddenly, her vision went bright just as it had in the past and all external sound silenced before the scene filled in.

The man who was originally in from of her and smiling so kindly at her was now at the bottom of what looked to be a snake pit. The man was younger than he appeared outside the vision and was screaming as various snakes coiled around him and bit him till eventually he was paralyzed where he laid.

The man couldn't even blink, but tears still slid down his cheeks as he listened to something big slither from down the dark tunnel in front of him.

From dark emerged a woman, long violet hair, dark eyes that glowed the same violet shade, part of the top an impressive tall figure, the more humanoid half. The bottom half was a long snake-like tail that dissipated into smoke before showing off her long legs.

The woman cut through the pile of snakes like it was the most natural thing in the world and approached the paralyzed man, who was practically a boy in comparison to her.

She leaned in and whispered into his ear.

"Let's see how long you can survive with me."

She takes a long fingernail down his ripped shirt, tracing a line all the way down to his clothed waist.

Her eyes stare down into his, holding a gaze that only be described by MC as evil and mischievous, before gently grabbing at the man's pants and leaning into his neck with her fangs for a bite--

"My lady? My lady?"

The vision was over and MC was back in front of the mansion, her hand in the servant's as she panted and cried from what she just saw.

The human looked up at this poor man, the same man she watched suffer in her vision, and noticed the scarring on his neck, some puncture marks looking like the bite she saw him receive.

It happened. That happened to this man. Oh devil. He couldn't have been more than what? Eighteen? Nineteen physically when that happened to him? That's how he appeared in the vision anyway.

The man in front of her put a gloved hand on her cheek guiding her to look up at his warm brown orbs.

"What is wrong? My lady, are you hurt?" His voice was soft and his hand her cheek was incredibly gentle. Who could ever hurt a man like this? "If have offended you in someway, I do sincerely apologize, truly."

And he did sound so genuine, despite having done not a single thing wrong. He was such a kind and sensitive man...

"No...no..." MC tried to steady her breathing as she wiped the tears from her face. "I...I-Its been hard lately and I guess it just randomly overflowed. I...I'm so sorry; you shouldn't have to see this."

This was the best excuse the woman could give in the moment and in truth, it was a plausible one. After all, no unexpected pregnancy is easy, let alone one where you are recreating the first generation of humankind and having visions of the past--apparently even others' personal pasts.

The man drop his hand from her cheek and stared in pity for a moment.

"I apologize. Do you need a moment alone before we go inside?"

MC took a deep breath before shaking her head.

"I'm fine. Really." MC extended her hand out to him, hoping he would take it again so they could proceed.

The man stared at her for a moment before softly nodding and taking her hand once more.

He carefully helped her out of the car and wrapped another around her back as they climbed the stairs to the front door. It was a protective touch, one out of necessity. After that surprise outburst in the car, the man worried that his master's girlfriend might not be at her best today and did not want her hurting herself. He was respectful with it and the touch ended as soon as they were safely at the top by the door.

Once here, he led her into the foyer where Mephisto waited for her.

The nobleman had stopped pacing just in time not to be caught by his girlfriend; something she surely would have scolded him for if she noticed. Such excessive movement really wasn't good on his bad leg, but it was all he could do to release the nervous energy in situations like this.

As soon as he noticed them walk in, he quickly approached his love, meeting both her and the servant in the middle of the foyer.

"There you are." He took her hand. "Did you eat dinner before you came?"

MC shook her head, refusing to look at him.

"I...didn't really have much of an appetite, if I'm honest..."

Mephisto huffed.

"Those stupid--" The nobleman cut himself off; he can't allow himself to say things that will just upset her right now. "The brothers should have made sure you did. They love to brag how they take care of you, but now that you are eating for more than just yourself, they seem to be slacking."

"Mep--"

Her boyfriend let go of her hand and instead wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.

"I'll make sure you and the babies eat after this." He promised, rubbing her small belly. "You are not going without, alright?"

Despite everything, his words brought just a little peace to her heart. No matter how much chaos it felt like was filling her day, from her worries about her kids, to her visions, to her impending meeting with her in-laws (she and Mephisto weren't married, but she was carrying his parents' grandchildren so they were pretty much her in-laws), his words gave her feelings of stability and comfort.

Mephisto looked to his servant, the man who drove her here.

"I assume there was no issues? That her ride was comfortable?"

The younger man leaned in and whispered into his master's ear.

Mephisto suddenly had a pained look on his face.

"I...thank you for letting me know, Dorian. I appreciate it." He told his servant.

"Can I do anything else for you two, master?"

"No. We are at risk for running late as it is. Just...thank you again for your help."

The servant, Dorian, gave a small bow before leaving the couple.

Mephisto leaned in and kissed his girlfriend.

"I'm sorry you're having such a hard day." He told her. "Hopefully...hopefully this will be quick and we can move on."

"D...Did he tell you about what happened in the car?" She asked softly.

He nodded.

"It's perfectly fine to be stressed out about everything--"

"It's a bit more than that." She explained. "But like...we'll have to wait till later to talk about it."

Mep pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Alright." He agreed before speaking firmly. "Now I need you to listen to me before we go in there; we need to establish some ground rules before you even step into the same room as my parents."

"Mep...you make me feel as if I just stepped foot into a mafia boss headquarters."

The worst part about that comparison was that what very little Mephisto knew about various human mafia groups did not conflict much with his own family so he could not deny it.

Instead, he pursed his lips for a moment before he continued.

"First, stay next to me; behind me preferably." He began. "Second, do not speak unless spoken to and even then, keep your responses short. I will try to answer most of their questions."

Devil, her heart was pounding and the human couldn't tell if it was all from the situation she was about to walk into or if some of it was still from the vision she had out in the car.

Regardless, she had to move forward.

With his arm still wrapped around her, the nobleman takes his girlfriend down the east hall and into the second room down on the right, into the drawing room.

Here his parents waited for the couple, standing with their gaze towards the door.

MC froze in the doorway as soon as her eyes fell on her mother-in-law.

Tall. Long purple hair. Dark abyssal purple eyes.

She was the woman from her vision. The one...the one who hurt Dorian.

"Mi corazón?" Mep called out to her, but the human couldn't hear him.

Luckily, her boyfriend already had an arm around her so when the human passed out, Mephisto caught her easily enough.

"Well isn't she dramatic?" His mother spit out venomously

And that, along with her boyfriend's pleads, were the last things she heard before the world went dark.

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Promises

Part two of Accepted

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: Wednesday’s family invites you to spend Christmas with them, and Wednesday doesn’t expect at all the gift you got for her.

Warnings: none

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

This request has been done to me privately by the same person that made the requests for “Accepted”. I swear this person gives me the best ideas! I hope y’all like it🖤✨

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After parents weekend, your relationship with Wednesday only got better and it was the same for the relationship with her parents. Whenever they’d call Wednesday through the crystal ball, they’d always make some time to talk to you as well. But recently you had been planning something for Christmas, given the fact that it was close now. One day you were in Wednesday’s room after having done your homework like everyday and you were sitting together on the bed. You wanted to say you were cuddling, but it wasn’t quite it. You just laid together in bed, facing each other and talking about random stuff. Wednesday still didn’t feel comfortable with cuddling and you didn’t mind, you would wait for her forever. However even if it wasn’t cuddling she still showed love with little gestures. She gave you her favorite hoodie, and you would catch her staring at your lips.

Today though was different, you were nervous and even though you tried to hide it, Wednesday could see right through you. “You’re acting weird” she told you as she sat up, eyeing you for signs of nervousness. You sat up as well. She knew you were trying to lie to her. “What? No, no definitely not” you chuckled, trying to shrug away your nervousness. “I’m just kind of nervous for the maths test” you made up, even though you knew she wouldn’t fall for it. “We don’t have a maths test” there it was. You knew she had discovered you were lying. “Right. Uhm…” you couldn’t made up anything else “just trust me Nes. I’m doing something but I can’t tell you what it is. I promise I’m not cheating if that’s what you’re afraid of” you said and you saw her pull away from you. “You better. If you break my heart I’ll make sure that you have nothing else to live for. I’m going to have a shower now” she said and you laughed slightly at her threat, you loved this side of her “I love you too Nes” you said smiling and she shot you a soft look before going to the bathroom.

You decided to take advantage of this moment to use Wednesday’s crystal ball and call Morticia. “Come on please answer be quick” you said, screaming internally at Morticia. Luckily she answered “hello my dear. What did you want to talk to me about?” With Thing’s help you had sent her a letter telling her that you had to tell her something and that you would call her tonight. “I want to get Wednesday a Christmas present and I need your permission to do so” you started and the older woman looked at you with a smile “sweetheart of course you can get her a Christmas present-“ you interrupted her shaking your head “it’s not a normal Christmas present” the smile disappeared from her face as she urged you to continue “it’s a ring. I want to buy her a promise ring” the woman looked at you astonished as she then called her husband to tell her everything, with a smile on her face.

“How do you wish to make it?” Gomez asked you “well first of all I’ll make two, one for me as well because there’s other people here who like her and they need to know she’s mine” of course Morticia would smile at the kind of possession you had over her “I want to make it in white gold… I’ve been saving lots of money for it and I’m sure she’ll like it. She already knows this, but it’s a promise I want to make to her.. that I’ll always be by her side no matter what happens.” Morticia was about to reply but you heard her coming and you ended the call, going back to her bed.

She came in her room wearing her black towel around her body, hair wet and down on her shoulders. “You’re so beautiful” you said admiring her beauty, even without make up. Suddenly you got an idea, hopefully Wednesday would like it “can I do your hair? Pretty please?” You said pouting. She looked at you indecisively as she sighed. “Fine. But put it in braids” she said “nooo please not the braids. Just trust me, you’ll look perfect” you said holding her free hand -since the other one was holding her towel- “let me go change first” you smiled as you jumped happily around the room waiting for Wednesday to change into her pyjama.

When she returned, she was wearing a black oversize t-shirt that dropped on one shoulder and left it naked (inside Nevermore there were pretty high temperatures so you could wear t-shirts even in winter). You invited her to sit on her bed in front of you, who in the meantime had taken the hair dryer and the brush. You sat behind her, starting to brush her wet hair as you sometimes kissed her naked shoulders. Seeing her shiver made you almost satisfied and even more in love with her, especially because she was letting you. You kept kissing her shoulders for a while and she had leaned slightly more into you. “You’re making me vulnerable (Y/N)” she said, her voice low and soft. “I know, and that’s why I’ll stop now” you said. You always respected her wishes and knew that she liked affection, but up until a certain point.

You stopped kissing her shoulder and she wanted to admit she now wanted more of it, but didn’t want to see needy, because Wednesday is not needy. You made her hair wavy and you didn’t tie them. Once she looked at herself in the mirror her eyes lit up and you could tell she loved the hair. She loved them so much that the next day at school she wore them down.

The following days you would go to town more than necessary. You told Wednesday you were going to se Doctor Kinbott but in reality you were buying presents for Wednesday’s entire family, since they had invited you to spend Christmas with them. You also went to a ring shop in town, and found the perfect couple of rings. It was in white gold and had spiral black stripes. It was the perfect ring for you and Wednesday. They costed a lot, but you spent the money you had for the love of your life.

When you and Wednesday arrived at their home, you were absolutely in love with their house. It was a huge mansion, all in black. The insides of it was too, so creepy but yet so elegant. Wednesday gave you time to look around as Lurch brought in the gifts you had made them, though you kept the ring in your pocket. Soon you two got to the living room and Morticia immediately went to you “(Y/N)! It’s so good to see you again… oh we missed you so much!” She said as she hugged you, you reciprocated the hug. “You literally talked through the crystal ball yesterday” Wednesday pointed out. You smiled at her and so did her mother, but didn’t comment on it. Thing also came fo say hi, as he also had been away for a while. “Hello there little fella.” He started gesturing at you. “You do know that I still can’t understand your finger language right?” You said, making everyone in the room laugh. “He’s saying he missed you” Pugsley said and you smiled “I missed you too”

You all continued having lunch and talking, until it was time for the presents. You started giving yours to pugsley, it was a bag full of different kinds of explosive he could fish with; then it was Gomez’s turn. You bought him a beautiful golden sword, a collection one. Then at last you gave Morticia her gift, a black carnivorous plant, which you knew was her favorite. Useless to say they all loved their gifts. “I’ll give you yours later Nes… it’s something private” you said and Morticia smiled at you knowing exactly what it was about.

Then it was the turn of the Addams family to give you your gift, and it was Wednesday giving it to you for the whole family. It was a silver bracelet. “It’s a symbol of the Addams family, this was my mothers… it signals a new member has joined the Addams family. Last time my father gave it to my mother and now it’s time for me to give it to you… do you accept it?” You smiled brightly and took it, immediately wearing it “of course I accept it!” You said looking at it. “Oh cariña, we’re so glad to have you in our family. If you ever need anything you know you can count on us.

After lunch Wednesday brought you to your room. Useless to say that her room was the prettiest in the entire house, and the house was so pretty too, but her room was just pretty, kind of like she was. You knew it was her writing our now, but you couldn’t wait any longer. You went behind her chair, gently turning her chair towards you as you knelt down in front of her “what is so important to disturb my writing time?” She asked you, pouting. She was still upset you hadn’t given her her present.

“Your Christmas present” you said and saw as her eyes lit up slightly. “Close your eyes” she looked at you confused, but she trusted you so she closed her eyes. This gave you time to take out the little ring box and open it for her to see. “You can open your eyes now” you said and you saw her oblige. As soon as she saw the box or rings she immediately took them to examine them “is this for me?” She asked as she took one in her hands, handling it very carefully. “Well, one is mine but yeah” you said and smiled looking how she looked between it and you, she was so in love with you but never admitted. Not that she didn’t want to, but because she never found a way to express her emotions.

“No one has ever bought this things for me” she said, trying to suppress a smile. You loved this side of her and you brought your hand up to caress her cheek lightly “well apparently you weren’t the love of their lives. I only bought this because you’re the love of my life Nes” you said and finally she let out the prettiest smile you have ever seen on her face. You gently took the ring from her hand and slid it in her ring finger, before doing the same yourself with your own finger. “I love you Nes” you said and she got up from your chair to hug you tightly.

From that day on she never took the ring of.

[ikeromantic]

The Old Switcheroo, Spicy End

Arthur and MC (Haruko) are cursed and end up in each other's bodies. Part 3 of 3. Approx words. 2700 Smut and Spice. TW for gender dysphoric descriptions.

The Old Switcheroo pt 1

The Old Switcheroo pt 2

Haruko got back to the mansion much sooner than Arthur would have. She’d left right after the chess game. Arthur’s team trounced Theo’s, and everyone was celebrating but she really just wanted to be home. To find Arthur and tell him . . . not that she was sorry, not exactly. Rather, that she trusted him. Haruko could admit when she was wrong.

Despite his late night hobbies, Arthur loved her and remained true. She wanted him to know that she knew that. She still wished he would spend more time with her rather than out but she understood now. 

When Haruko arrived home, Sebas greeted her in surprise. “Arthur! I didn’t expect you to make it back for dinner. Did something happen?”

“No, no. Not at all. And don’t worry about dinner. I came home to - to write! Yes! I have lots of writing. Maybe you can send Haruko up with a sandwich later.”

Sebastian nodded, but his eyes were still narrow with suspicion. “Alright. I don’t know if Haruko will be up to bringing you anything though. She came back from the market completely frazzled. Dropped off the groceries and went straight to the baths.”

“The market? You sent him - ah, I mean her to the market?” Haruko felt a little spike of guilt. What if he’d met Jack and got the wrong idea? 

“Yes? She goes nearly every day.” He looked even more suspicious now. “She brought back some lovely chocolate creme rolls, if you -”

“Thanks, Sebastian. I- I’ve got to go.” Haruko hurried past. She could just imagine Arthur sulking in the hot water, angry and hurt and probably thinking all the wrong things. 

She hurried to the baths. When she got to them, she took a deep breath and then threw open the door and marched in, explanations ready to go. Arthur was in the bath - well, in her body, anyhow. Just seeing her bare shoulders above the waterline stirred that unfamiliar hunger in Arthur’s body. Haruko thought it felt a bit like an ache or a burn. Something in need of soothing. The feeling drew her forward even as she tried to ignore it.

“Jack is just a friend!” She blurted the words clumsily, with no prelude or even a greeting.

Arthur’s eyes opened wide in surprise. Haruko had to admit that her face looked pretty cute when she did that. Then he smirked and that expression, even on Haruko’s lips, was all his. “Is that so, luv?”

“Yes. I- I know I should have said something but, but hey! You didn’t tell me you were friends with a - a working woman either so . . .”

“Genevieve and her girls just need a hand sometimes,” he said, his voice going high and squeaky. Haruko wondered if that was how she normally sounded to him. “And it’s not like they make me special treats, hm?”

Haruko frowned. “They don’t, hm? Not even Serafine?” 

“Not - what? No! I mean, she offered. But the only woman I ever want is you.” Arthur let out a sigh, the narrow shoulders of Haruko’s body drooped. “I love you. More than anything. And if I’m honest, meeting Jack today terrified me. I don’t want you to ever feel like some other man gives you something - offers you something - that I don’t. So . . . I guess I’m saying, luv, that I understand. And I’m sorry.”

All the angry words Haruko had ready to launch evaporated like mist in the morning sun. What could she say to that? She loved him too. “I . . . yeah, you’re right. I feel like that when I see some beautiful woman flirting with you. I know I don’t look like them and I wonder if - if that's what you’d rather have.” 

“I never want anyone but you.” He smiled up at her and then laughed. “Feels damn strange saying that with your mouth, looking at myself. But it’s true.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty weird to watch myself talking to me. But . . . I know what you mean. There’s no pastry that could lure me away from you. Or anything else.” 

Haruko’s face took on a decidedly un-Haruko-like expression. One with more wicked mischief than she had, at the very least. “Why don’t you lean down here and give us a kiss, luv? Tell me with a touch how much you still love me.” 

“Arthur!” Haruko felt her face - well, his face really, flush with heat. They’d kissed plenty of times, and more, but it still made her feel so shy when he just said things like that straight out. 

“Is that a no?” Arthur pouted, making a moue of Haruko’s lips. 

“Of course not,” she laughed self-consciously, and bent down, leaning over the water.

Arthur reached up and grasped her shoulders. It was funny to notice how small her body was, how her little hands felt when she reached up and held onto Arthur’s shoulders. Then he pushed off the bath wall with his legs and pulled Haruko into the bath with him, still fully dressed.

Haruko hit the water before she could react and came up spluttering. “You! Why? Arthur!”

Laughing, he kissed her. She expected for a moment to sink into his arms, but in Arthur’s body and him with her smaller frame, it just didn’t work. After a moment of awkward shifting around, they settled into a new embrace, laughing at their clumsiness. 

“Never realized how good it feels to be held like this,” Arthur said between kisses. 

“Mmm. It is nice.” Haruko squeezed him tightly. She ran her hands down Arthur’s back. “You feel good too.”   

Arthur made a little sound, something between a sigh and a moan. “Is - is this what you feel when I hold you? My whole body is - it’s just . . . like tension all through me - but good.”

Haruko would have blushed if her cheeks weren’t already red from the heat of the bath water and the kiss. “Yeah.” She was feeling some things as well. The softness of her breasts crushed tight against Arthur’s chest, the warmth of her body sliding against Arthur’s solid frame . . . it left a tightness in her low belly. A hunger that ebbed and flowed with the beat of Haruko’s human heart. 

“Yeah?” Arthur asked, his tone teasing. 

She understood why he sounded so gleeful a moment later as Arthur wrapped his legs around her hips. For a moment, her mind went completely blank. A flash of desire hit her so strongly that she could not think, couldn’t even breathe. She ached to be closer, to meet skin to skin. Arthur’s body was strung tight with need, almost shaking from it. 

Arthur kissed Haruko, crushing his mouth against Arthur’s wider lips. He pushed her lips apart, tongue pressing insistently, desperately. 

Haruko answered his desire with her own. She kissed him with his own lips, and taunted him with his own playful tongue. 

Arthur slid a hand through her hair, tugging lightly at the back. 

This was something Haruko did to him and it felt amazing. A slight tinge of pain that made everything else happening in Arthur’s body, all the hungry tension, the pleasure of the kiss, the physical need to be closer, the drum of his heart - all of it felt suddenly sharper, more intense. She’d thought she understood what it was to want someone. To crave their touch and the feel of their skin on yours, but this was something else. 

“D-does it always feel like this . . . for you . . . too” she murmured in the breath between kisses. 

Arthur laughed, a soft breathy sound that tickled the tiny hairs on Haruko’s cheek. “Depends, luv. If you feel like you might burst your trouser seams and your heart is so full it hurts, then yes.” He slipped one of Haruko’s hands down Arthur’s chest, opening buttons and pushing aside wet fabric.

Haruko shivered, feeling Arthur’s body react to this new intimacy. The feel of her soft hand on Arthur’s chest, fingernails tracing a fine line from his sternum and down. Down to the plane of her low belly. 

“Should we go lower still, luv?” He grinned, and Haruko could not help notice how pretty her own smile was through Arthur’s eyes. 

“That- that isn’t how this usually goes,” she said, hearing the rising pitch of Arthur’s voice as she spoke. “You usually tease me.” 

“So . . . tease.” His smile was a challenge and an invitation.

Hesitantly, she leaned forward to kiss along the pulse she could hear and feel beneath Haruko’s soft skin. Her lips caressed the line of Haruko’s neck and down her shoulder. 

Arthur arched under her touch, gasping in a way that only made Haruko want to hear more.

She lifted him out of the water just enough to reach her breasts. She’d seen them her whole life and never appreciated them as she did now. To Haruko in her own body, they were . . . ok. Not perfectly matched, with one a little bigger than the other, and always seeming a little too big or a little too small depending on the occasion and the dress. But tonight, they looked divine beneath Arthur’s loving gaze. 

Haruko tentatively flicked a tongue over one hardened nipple. 

The sound Arthur made was somewhere between the word ‘yes’ and ‘please’. 

She could not help but obey both his gasped entreaty and her body’s desire. Haruko’s mouth closed around the nipple, lathing it with her tongue, letting Arthur’s fangs scrape against the skin. The urge to bite down was almost undeniable. Like holding a candy between your lips without letting yourself taste it. It made every small motion, every bit of what she could touch feel more.

“G-go on. You can.” Arthur’s breathless permission made her pause, remembering the feel of it when he drank from her. The ecstasy of the vampiric bite. She wondered if Arthur ever felt what it was like to be bitten.

Just thinking about drinking from Haruko made Arthur’s body shake with need. But she didn’t want to give in yet. Instead, she switched her attention to the other breast, giving it the same sweet attention as the first. Desire ached through her, a thirst for blood and a physical need to be even closer, to touch. Her hand slid along the inner length of Haruko’s thigh, lightly squeezing. 

Her fingertips sought the heat between Haruko’s legs, warmed from the hot bath and slick with desire. Haruko was surprised at the feel of her own skin, the silk-soft delicacy of it. She moved slowly, exploring herself through Arthur’s hands. 

Arthur pressed into the touch, eager and desperate. “Oh . . . oh god . . . you . . . that feels . . .” His vocabulary shrunk down to a wordless moan as her thumb brushed the hardened pearl of her arousal. 

Haruko knew exactly what touch she enjoyed. Her fingers played a rhythm in time with her racing heart, teasing moans from Arthur’s lips that only built the fire of need in her. She felt dizzy with it, fevered. She buried her face in Arthur’s chest, kissing and nipping with a desperation she did not know she could feel. 

He undid the belt buckle and the trouser buttons so deftly that Haruko barely noticed them billow out from her legs. But she did feel the sudden caress of the hot water on Arthur’s hardened member. It jutted from between his legs, angling for the space that her hand currently occupied. 

Arthur wrapped his fingers around it, and Haruko thought for a moment she had died. Her breath stopped. Her heart lurched in her chest. The solid frame of Arthur’s body trembled and she felt shaken within it. This . . . was what Arthur felt when she touched him? The thought was distant, faint, as her mind and body drummed with one desire.

Haruko’s fingers plunged into the satin heat of herself. Her thoughts were all one cry of need. A cry Arthur echoed in the bath chamber as Haruko’s body arched into the touch, pushing her fingers deeper. Arthur’s cock throbbed with the need to be there, promising a pleasure far greater than her hand could accomplish. 

Never in her life had she wanted something so much as she wanted him now. Thoughts of teasing burnt away. Haruko shifted her hands, her grip moving to Arthur’s thighs. And then slowly, so slowly it almost hurt, she pushed into him. She felt every millimeter of silken fire embrace her. Flesh met flesh, fitted perfectly together, and it felt like heaven. Like home. Like her body was singing. Her nerves blazed with the sensation. This was what Arthur felt every time they made love. That thought was lost in the ecstasy of the moment.

Arthur was undone in her arms. His breath came in gasping, whimpering moans. His hands rested on her shoulders, hips rolling forward to press deeper, faster. 

Haruko knew how much sweeter the release would be if she could draw it out. Her hips moved with slow deliberation, though she too ached for climax. Every stroke felt so good it almost hurt to slide slowly out of that satin grip but the return was glorious. She cried out in Arthur’s deeper voice, unable to form words for what she felt. 

They moved together with hedonistic abandon, breath mixing with their hungry kisses. 

A tremor ran through Haruko’s body as Arthur brushed the edge of climax. He gasped in surprise at the intensity of the sensation before he was taken by it fully. The sound of his voice rose as Haruko filled him, plunging as deeply as she could go. Arthur arched back, whole body rigid, and then collapsed against her as he felt for the first time what it was to come as a woman. He could barely catch a breath as Haruko’s body quaked in the throes of pleasure. 

The feel of him brought Haruko to the brink as well. Arthur’s body was just as tense, straining as if holding back with all she had, while reaching . . . reaching . . . Her mouth kept returning to the delicate, sensitive skin of Arthur’s neck. Her own skin, that tasted sweet as nectar to Arthur’s tongue. She kissed down to the rising slope of her breast and then, instinct and desire her guide, bit lightly down.

Haruko was shocked at how it felt to drink. To feel the scarlet trickle across her tongue. Hot and coppery, a tang of salt and sweetness. The pleasure of biting was only a little different than being bitten. Arthur’s body thrummed with bliss. She couldn’t hold him back any longer. 

She felt it in her low belly first, an unbelievable tightness, followed by a flood, a release as sudden and intense as a breaking dam. A tsunami in a storm. A feeling beyond expression that took her and shook her like a ragdoll, body and soul. A line of white-hot pleasured heat that connected her to Arthur, drawing out of her even as she drank him in. A circuit of pure bliss that left her empty and full all at once. And then it was gone, leaving her weak and thin and thready. 

Her legs felt like jello and her heart beat like a mad drummer. “I love you,” she said, her voice hoarse and low. Arthur spoke it at the same moment in Haruko’s soft, breathy tone.

Haruko shut her eyes, overcome with sensation and emotion and exhaustion. There was a feeling behind her eyelids of motion. Like drifting in a current, being tugged along gently forward. When she opened them again, it was to see Arthur’s blue eyes watching her. His lips curved in a sated smile. She reached up to touch her face. Her own face. Her mouth and nose and eyes. Her hair, that fell now against her sweat-damp neck.

“That was amazing, luv,” Arthur spoke so softly she almost couldn’t hear him. “Feeling you, being you . . .” He grinned. “And now I know how good I really am.”

She swatted at him playfully. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“Mmmm, but it is you that is full of me.” He moved his hips just enough to remind her, and the feeling sent another wave of pleasure through her tired limbs.

“You can’t be serious,” she laughed. 

Arthur kissed her, his answer clear in the movement of his body against hers. “It’s not my fault you always leave me wanting more of you,” he told her when their kiss broke. 

“I’m sure it is.” She tried to tease back, but the embers of desire in her were already kindled anew and she couldn’t fool him. Not for a moment.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Intimacy Prompt #2: Fixing their hair.

2. Fixing their hair

The people of Vesrah are putting together a shindig, a celebration of the end of Keyleth's Aramenté. The woman of the hour has been pulled off in some direction or another to get ready, so Vax is alone in the little room they've been appointed for their stay. There's a long mirror beside the armoire, and he can't help but laugh at the reflection he sees there: he looks like a wet cat half-dried in the sun. The feathers of the Deathwalker's Ward are stuck up in all sorts of weird ways, and he's got shit tangled in his hair, which is crusty from sea salt. He certainly can't go to a party honoring his girlfriend looking like this.

Before he can figure out what to do, though, there's a knock at the door. Assuming it's one of the Ashari from town, he calls, "Come in!" but to his surprise, it's his sister who opens the door.

"Are you decent? And I don't mean as a person, I just don't wanna see your dick."

"You came at the right time. Two minutes later and I would've been buck naked."

Rolling her eyes, Vex comes in, closing the door behind her. She looks around. "Keyleth not here?"

"Nah, I think they're getting her all gussied up for whatever's gonna happen later. Why, you need her?"

"No, actually, I wanted to talk to you." Her head cocks to the side, as if she's just now noticing him. "You look fucking terrible."

Vax snorts. "Yeah, well, dying does that to you."

"I would know."

"You would know."

Vex snags Vax's hairbrush from his bedside table and then goes to sit in front of the mirror. She pats the floor in front of her. "Come on."

Vax blinks in surprise. This is new. He settles cross-legged in front of his sister. "You've never done this for me before." And it's true. Growing up, the twins spent many evenings on the floor like this, but their positions reversed; Vax would sit behind his sister and carefully work out all of the knots and leaves and other detritus of her day outdoors, brushing from root to tip until her hair shone and he could braid it again for bed.

Now it is her fingers, nimble and strong from years on the bowstring, carefully combing through the mess of his locks, and Vax has to admit that it feels nice. She's gentle, pulling through small sections at a time to tug as little as possible on his roots. The bristles of the brush crackle through his stiff hair, and Vax could almost fall asleep to the sound.

"You know," she murmurs after a while, "she was kinda scary. Your goddess."

Well, that's one way of putting it. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Said some shit about 'the service of fate' and meeting her beyond the Divine Gate. You really got yourself into it, didn't you?"

There's a sharp tug, and Vax winces. "What, do you want me to say I regret it?"

"Did I say that?"

Vax turns, knocking the brush and Vex's hand out of the way. "What are we even talking about here, Vex'ahlia?"

She's got that glint in her eye, the stubborn one that always got them into trouble in Syngorn. "My fucking brother died today, sorry for trying to make sense of it!"

They glare at each other for a moment, and then Vex shoves him back around so she can resume fixing his hair. "Look, all I'm trying to say is...she brought you back. She didn't have to. She's the goddess of death, so she can pretty much do whatever she wants. But...we did the ritual, and she honored it. So...yeah, she's scary as fuck, but...she's not on my shitlist. At least not today."

And that's Vex'ahlia, a shitlist a mile long with gods coming on and off it as easily as any man. "Well, I'm glad. And for the record, I've been a fan since she brought you back. As long as you're kicking, she's alright in my book."

There's a hesitation in her brushstroke, and Vax knows she's wondering if it was worth it. Gods, she's supposed to be the smart one. "Well. Good thing you're back, yeah? Kinda hard to celebrate Keyleth's Aramenté with her boyfriend's dead body hanging out on the side."

Vax laughs, and then twists around to pull his sister into a hug. "You know how much I love you, Stubs?"

Vex chuckles into the crook of his neck, but the sound is wet, like she's fighting back tears. "I love you, too. Can you maybe cut back on the dying, though? I don't want it to become a habit, darling."

"No promises." And that he means. It's hard to promise he won't die when he has so much worth dying for. Still, he kisses her cheek and says, "Now finish making me pretty, please."

She rolls her eyes again and he spins around, grinning. So much worth dying for, yes, but even more to live for, he thinks, as his sister begins brushing out his hair again.

[sharkdream3421]

Rocket Raccoon X Reader - Apart

Word Count: 2455

Rocket's POV

Y/N, oh I love you, she was cute, pretty, she was the most beautiful woman in the universe, but now she's taken away from me. I loved it when we cuddled, her kisses, and her voice. Now she's gone, taken away from me. Those Gangsters will pay! She was alive when she was taken away, but it's been 3 Years since the last time I've been with her.

Please, wherever you are Y/N, please be safe. Me and Groot miss you so much.

"Especially me," I say as I sob on my bed.

Y/N's POV

Here I am on Xandar done with my shift today from work. I work at a coffee shop, although I hope I can get a better job someday. I miss being with my boyfriend, his tail was fluffy and adorable, his ears were cute, his whiskers twitch, which makes me giggle. I just want to be with him again, to see him again. I walk into my apartment, and set my bag down on a chair. I've been living on Xandar for years, I was with Rocket and Groot for 4 years then I was taken away by some gangsters. Though I escaped, and ran away. I managed to get a job and start living life on Xandar.

I may have started a new life, but I still desire to be with the one I love. Even though dating a raccoon is weird. Including a human, and raccoon getting together. I'm fine if it's not normal, because honestly I don't care if it's weird. I love him no matter what!

When it's nighttime and time for me to go to bed, meanwhile I sit on my bed with my covers over me.

I pray, "God, when will I see him again? Everyday I've been praying, but why do you do this to me?! Why?" I cry as I'm holding the covers as if it was Rocket comforting me.

I then pass out on my bed, dreaming and remembering things of me and Rocket.

Later...

A big black ship crashed down on Xandar. Ships were in the sky, Ravagers, the Nova Core, and a strange looking ship too! Me and a big crowd came in front of the crash. I was in the back of the crowd. I tried to look over the crowd, but I couldn't get a good view.

Then all of a sudden people gasped. What was happening?

Then I heard a voice I was longing to hear even if it was a negative or positive comment.

"You killed Groot!" I then heard a big gust of wind and a crash.

Rocket! It was Rocket! He was back! He was back! Although he's up there, a bad guy must be up there! I pushed through the crowd, slowly making my way up to the front. I heard some weird singing, which definitely was not Rocket.

Then something happened, I heard screaming and then saw a purple aura above the crowds' heads! I increased my speed, while I shoved people out of my way!

Once I was in the front. There I saw him, my boyfriend, the person I was wanting to see for 3 years! Although Rocket was walking right into the purple aura!

Then he disappeared into it, "Rocket!" I shouted.

Without thinking I quickly bolted towards the purple cloud of aura. So much wind was going on I couldn't really run in it. There I saw Rocket, holding someone's hand. He was screaming in pain.

I shouted again, "Rocket! Rocket it's me!" I said as I was pushing through the storm.

With all the strength I could muster. I flung my arm and it landed on Rocket's hand as I too screamed in pain. Right now I didn't care about the pain, all I cared about was being with the one I loved. Even if I had to go through absolute pain to do so.

Eventually, I felt power flowing through me as I held my boyfriend's hand.

"Your immortal, how?" The villain asked.

"You said it yourself, we're the Guardians of the Galaxy," A human man explained as a purple aura came out of his hand.

The villain was burning away, as then a hand with an orb hit the human's hand, then the storm went away.

I breathed heavily as I saw Rocket panting and looking down at the floor.

With all the strength I had left I said, "Rocket," As everything went black and I passed out hitting the floor.

Rocket's POV

"Rocket," A familiar woman's voice came from my twitching ears.

My eyes widened, could it be?

I looked up to find the girl I missed for so many years. The girl that would always be the love of my life.

"Y/N?" I questioned as I took a step towards the unconscious looking Y/N.

Peter asked, "Rocket, who's Y/N?!" Peter yelled.

I ignored the idiot, and concentrated on more of the important things.

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!" I kept on yelling as I kneel down beside her and shake her.

She didn't wake up!? Was she dead? She can't be dead. I just found her!

Peter tried to calm me down saying, "Rocket calm down who is she?" Peter yelled.

I'll show him how much she means to me! I bend down looming over her head. I press my lips to hers and keep my lips on there for a little awhile.

When I pulled away I hugged her as my body laid by hers, which I was on the ground feeling the ground come in contact with my suit.

"Someone please help her, I can't lose her!" I shouted as I cling onto Y/N like she was the last thing that kept me alive.

Honestly Y/N was the one who gave me a purpose in the universe. She was the reason why I searched a lot of planets with Groot. I was always trying to find her. Then I got a lead, I heard someone talk about her appearance. I asked the idiot where this person was, and said she was on Xander. So me and Groot flew to Xandar to try to find her.

In the hospital on Xandar...

I sat in the chair as I worriedly looked at Y/N laying down on the hospital bed as she looked like she was dead.

The nurse looked at a clock, which said 8:00 PM.

The nurse turned to me, "Sir we have to ask you to leave. Visiting times are over today," The nurse said politely.

I refuse to leave until she wakes up! I quickly ran on all fours to jump on her bed as I said furiously, "No, I'm not leaving her side!" I growled.

The nurse called in some reinforcements and they all tried to grab me, but of course I was simply too fast for them.

Then a loud female voice suddenly came from the room's entrance, "Enough!" We all stopped moving.

The woman turns out to be this general looking lady, she looks like the head of the Nova Corps.

I'm suddenly grabbed by the tail by a nurse who gives a smirk.

I hear the general yell, "Put him down this instant!" The general looked so mad, like she wasn't to be messed with.

The nurse set me down quickly, and took a couple quick steps back. I continued to keep a low growl coming from my throat. As I remained on all fours.

The general cleared her throat, "Now what's going on?!" The general demanded.

I quickly spoke first, "Miss, I want to watch over my girlfriend. She means so much to me, but those jerks are stopping me from being with her!" I spoke a little louder.

The nurse who started the fight tries to speak up, but is then immediately silenced by the general.

"Silence! The creature may stay here how long he likes until the girl recovers!" The general shouted.

The whole hallway in the hospital could hear the shouting going on right now, and everyone was silent.

"Now out! All nurses out! Come in when you need to help the girl!" The general said as all the nurses quickly ran out of the room.

I turned toward the tall lady on my two feet, "Umm thank you, she really means a lot to me," I say as I give a sad smile.

The tall lady bows, "My name is Nova Prime, and thank you for protecting Xandar. The least we can do is try to get the girl's needs," The woman replied.

I give a happy smile, that spreads across my face as Nova Prime leaves the room.

I quickly turn towards Y/N as I walk toward her and sit by her hand. I take her hand, and rub it gently with my paw.

I kiss her hand as I say, "Please stay strong Y/N, I can't lose you too," I say sadly.

I lost Groot, I can't lose another person I love.

I decided to head out, and get something for Y/N when she wakes up.

Narrator POV

As Rocket left outside the door he told the others that he was going to get something for Y/N when she wakes up.

Peter did not know anything about this girl that Rocket seemed to love so much.

Peter sighed, "I don't understand how a raccoon can love a human. He treats me like I'm spaghetti!" Peter expresses.

Gamora puts her hand on her chin, "But what's so special about her?" Gamora questions.

Drax puts his pointer finger up, "Clearly the Girl, and the Rodent, love each other a lot," Drax stated.

Peter and Gamora sigh as they put a hand on their foreheads, "Dude, we kinda already figured that out," Peter says with disappointment written all over his face.

Gamora changes the subject, "Anyway you idiots, we should head back to the ship. Nova Prime said that Rocket was allowed to stay, and I certainly don't want to sleep on a couch," Gamora explains.

Drax nodded, "I agree with her, we'll put our butts on the soft bedding!" Drax announced loudly.

Peter and Gamora shushed Drax as they once again sighed.

The next morning...

Rocket set the flowers on her nightstand yesterday before resting on the couch in the medical room.

Rocket awoke yawning, stretching his body, and tail.

The raccoon looked up to the sleeping human, and hopped off the couch to make his way to the hospital bed. Rocket knew she was not going to wake up right now, but he just wanted to be by her side.

The creature layed on the bed, with the bed sheets touching his suit. He leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Rocket smiled as he said, "Good morning my angel," Rocket hugged the human as his face was buried in the white cloth that the human wore.

Rocket started to cry as he said with three words, "Please wake up," The creature just wanted to hear her voice again.

During the day nurses came in, and out doing tests to check on how the human was doing. Rocket sat in a chair in the room, watching the nurses doing their job.

Rocket didn't trust doctors after being experimented on as a test subject. Although, Rocket knew these doctors were different. He knew the doctors were the only ones who could figure out what was going on with his beloved, Y/N.

A nurse came in holding a tablet as she walked up to the sleeping Rocket. The raccoon shook his head as he heard the footsteps coming from the nurse.

He looked up at the nurse and treated her with his rude behavior as usual, "Why are you here?!" Rocket complained.

The nurse wasn't dealing with this raccoon's crap, she rolled her eyes, and then continued, "Sir, our tests are saying," The Doctor sighed then continued again, "I'm sorry to say this, but she's in a coma," The Doctor felt sorry for the raccoon to know that his loved one is stuck in a sleeping state, and might never wake up.

Rocket cried as he ran out the doors on his two feet. Once he got close to the entrance Rocket switched to being on all fours, when Rocket made it to a field the creature stopped running, and switched back to standing on two legs.

Rocket fell to the ground sobbing, "Why does my life suck!!!!" Rocket shouted to the sky.

Rocket's life was the worst, he was experimented on for a couple months, most people saw him as a freak, he lost a friend due to a war battle, and then he has the love of his life sitting in a coma looking like she's dead.

Rocket sobbed for an hour straight he spent a lot of time reflecting about his life. The raccoon did not know why God allowed him to even live to begin with.

Just when Rocket thought having a girlfriend would make his life much better she's then taken away from him!

Quill told Rocket about a God he worshiped back on Earth with his Mom, which his name was Jesus.

Rocket thought it was a bunch of crap to begin with. I mean a God he worships no God!?

Rocket felt though someone might have been doing this to Rocket. Someone has been giving him a painful life. Rocket thought that if Peter was right maybe he can at least do something that Quill calls praying.

Rocket got into a meditating like position, and looked to the sky, "Whatever you are, Jesus or whatever, please don't let the one I love be taken away from me. Please get her to wake up, so she can see me again!" Rocket begged.

Rocket felt stupid doing this, but he would do anything to get her to wake up.

During the night...

Y/N's POV

I slowly opened my eyes as I saw I was in a hospital room. It was also nighttime as well. I looked around eventually seeing a sleeping Rocket by my hip.

Rocket he's here!

I picked up the sleeping Rocket, "Rocket, I missed you so much!" I say loudly as I wake my boyfriend up.

Narrator POV

Rocket wakes up to see his mouth against Y/N's. Rocket was overjoyed to see that his girlfriend was finally awake.

Y/N set him back on her lap.

Rocket immediately hugged her as he cried, "Y/N I missed hearing your voice so much!" Rocket said as he hugged you tight.

Y/N pulled Rocket off her, then pulled Rocket's lips onto hers for another deep kiss.

Y/N never wanted this to end, and so they were finally reunited both healthy and alive.

The End

Masterlist

[cainluvr69]

Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 8

Previous Chapter

Bradley: Sigh… Fer cryin' out loud.

Snow: I'm so glad you came back, Bradley dear.

Bradley: Can't believe that bastard Nero had pepper on standby. Next time I see him, I'm going give him a patdown.

White: Owen dear, did you find the shop with the torta di cocco?

Owen: Shut up. I'm looking for it. This is weird… I'm pretty sure it was in the bazaar.

Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: Here, boys. Let me give you a sample. They're magic seafood crackers.

Snow: Wah, are you sure?

White: Yaaaay, thankies!

Owen: What are these.

Snow: Seafood crackers.

White: They're magical snacks. Something interesting might happen when you eat one. Go on, give it a try.

Bradley & Owen: No way.

Snow: Owen dear, they're snacks!

Owen: But they're not sweet, are they? Just eat them yourselves.

Snow: Of course!

White: We shall!

Snow & White: Munch… Delicious~!

Bradley & Owen: …

Bradley: If nothin' happens, then I guess I'll try one.

Owen: Me too.

Bradley & Owen: Munch…

Bradley: Mm. Not too shabby.

Owen: They're crunchy and taste like sea creatures.

Kid That Also Tried Them: Moooom! I can only walk side to side like a craaaab!

That Kid's Mom: Dear, what's wrong?! Our house is this way!

Guy That Also Tried Them: I--I'm so sorry! For some reason my body's only letting me move backwards, like a shrimp!

That Guy's Sister: Big brother, hold on! Where are you going?!

Snow & White: Ohoho! How fun!

Snow: It's a good thing we only pretended to eat them!

Bradley: Wha--?!

White: I wonder when the two of you are going to start showing the effects~?

Owen: I'll kill you…

Borda Island Resident: Oh no! Everyone's acting all weird because of those magic snacks! The wizards in the market are handing out weird magic snacks!

Borda Island Resident: Huh?! The wizards in the market are giving out poisoned snacks?!

Borda Island Resident: Help us! No matter what we do, we can't stop schooling like sardines! Even though we don't want to, we just keep moving together!

Bradley: Tch… You idiots got us caught up in some real bullshit.

Owen: If I just kill everyone here…

Snow: My, what's wrong, you two? You're standing back-to-back.

White: You're like mussels!

Owen: Tch… <Cure Memini>

Snow: Oh, he vanished!

White: And we wanted to play more~!

Snow: …That said, this is certainly quite a mess.

White: While we find these kinds of snacks fun, for humans, this is a strange and frightening experience.

Borda Island Resident: What should I do?! I tried one of those fruits earlier!

Market Wizard: Well now, this is a rare magical fruit. I'll give you a sample, just for today…

Traveler: Stop it, you murderer!

Market Wizard: Wh-what did you just call me?!

Borda Island Resident: Won't anyone save me, a poor little arthropod~?

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Hooded Wizard Shopkeeper: … Fufu…

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Riquet: Fufu… It's almost our turn.

Mitile: Yeah! I hope they're not sold out yet.

Riquet: If they're sold out, are we not going to get anything?

Rutile: I guess so, if they're completely out of everything.

Riquet: Oh no…! … I pray…that we may buy something…

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: We're all sold out of torta di cocco for the day!

Rutile & Mitile & Riquet: …!!

Rutile: Oh no… They did sell out.

Riquet: …How…How could this happen…

Mitile: We already planned to stay the night here, so let's come again tomorrow.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: You boys there.

Riquet: Do you mean us?

Riquet: (She seems like a kind person… And she's wearing a pretty flower ring.) (I feel like I've seen it before…)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: I'd like to give you this, if you'll accept. I already ate some earlier today.

Riquet: Are you sure?!

Rutile: But, but…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: But you all want to eat it. I'm acquainted with this shop's owner. Everything they make is a masterpiece.

Torta di Cocco Shopkeeper: Thank you so much. Lady Claudia…

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Don't worry. I just felt terribly sorry for them. I'll be sure to come again.

Riquet: (Lady Claudia… Is that this woman's name?) Claudia. Are you sure it's okay for us to take this torta di cocco?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes, of course. I won't complain about it later, I promise.

Riquet: You promise… (I think my mother would be about the same age as this woman.) (I wonder what kind of person she was?)

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Boy?

Riquet: My name is not "boy", it's Riquet. I'm a wizard, so I can't make a promise in return.

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Is that right, Riquet. Well then, it'll be a promise just for me. I'm quite experienced with solo promises, I'll have you know.

Riquet: Solo promises?

Red-Haired Noblewoman: Yes. Like promising you I won't complain, or promising to take care of this memento of my sister… Or promising to only love a single person for the rest of my life.

Riquet: …

Rutile: How lovely… Miss Claudia. Thank you for your kindness. We've been looking forward to eating torta di cocco very much. I'm really, truly grateful.

Claudia: Well, I'm happy to hear that. I hope you enjoy your wonderful sweets. Now then, please excuse me.

Mitile: Thank you!

Riquet: Thank you. (I think that I've made a lot of promises in my own heart, too.) (Because I know that rules, justice, morals, and proper procedures must be followed.) (But I'm still trying to find a solo promise that's just for my own sake…) (And I haven't been able to find one.) (It's like I've fallen into the vast ocean to drown and sink to its deepest depths.) (I imagine this is how that feels.) (My heart is like the ocean.) (There's nothing in it but dark depths.)

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Akira: This is so good…!

Rutile & Mitile: It's soooo tasty!

Riquet: This torta di cocco really is wonderful…! I need to express my thanks to Claudia.

We'd neatly split the torta di cocco into even pieces, and now we were eating it, sitting by the seaside. Torta di cocco was something very similar to coconut cake. It was a cake as fluffy as a cloud and packed with lots of coconut, and even its appearance was unique.

Mithra: Well, this is good.

Rutile: Ah, Mithra… If you're only going to have a single bite, don't take such a big one…

Akira: (Honestly, it kind of feels like a waste to give any to someone like Mithra, considering he'll say even charcoal is good…)

Mithra seemed interested in the bits of shredded coconut that were fluttering down. I wonder if it reminded him of the snow in Northern Country. Gulls were calling in the background. I looked up at Mithra, sitting at my side, and his gaze was fixed on the ocean as sweet, powdery snow fell from between his fingers. His lips were pressed together, and his expression was hard to read.

Akira: …Is something wrong, Mithra?

Mithra: Something's here.

Akira: Huh?

I became the target of Mithra's gaze instead. My breath caught in my throat. In the waning light of the sun, he was as beautiful as a painting--a masterpiece had been drawn right next to me.

Mithra: There's something in the ocean.

I looked out to the ocean. I didn't see anything but the calm lapping of waves and seabirds silhouetted against the sky. But then…

Mitile: Ah… Look. Those people walking down the beach…

Mitile pointed his finger towards the edge of the beach.

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Under the sky dyed in the warm hues of sunset, where seagulls could spread their wings and soar undisturbed… A strange procession had formed on the shore. At the head of the procession was a man with long, white hair and fluttering blue clothes. I could tell he was a beautiful, elegant person even from a distance. Following behind him were many women in bright, colorful clothing. It was like they were fish with gleaming scales, swimming through the sunset scenery as though it were the middle of the sea. The white-haired man at the front…was wearing a silver bracelet with a large gemstone set in it.

Rutile: Is that the prince of the fallen kingdom the bard was singing about…?

He raised his head. I had the feeling he looked at me and smiled.

Mithra: …!

Akira: Wah, what's wrong?!

Mithra had suddenly scooped all four of us into his arms. He was protecting not only the Southern brothers he'd sworn to defend, but me and Riquet too, his whole body prepared to respond to anything.

Mithra: Why here…

Akira: D…Do you know him?

Mithra: I do not. However… He is not something that should be on land.

Mithra's voice was somewhat shrill. That startled me, and I stared at the silver-haired man. Mithra feared nothing and no one but the world's strongest wizard, Oz, and yet I'd just felt him shiver. In perfect contrast to Mithra, the silver-haired man wore a honeyed smile as he approached. The gentle evening breeze caught his silver tresses and the blue fabric of his clothing, and they fluttered through the air as if dancing. It was as if he were the sea itself. His eyes were a silver so pure they seemed almost transparent. It was a bit frightening.

???: Hwylryn.

Akira: Huh…?

But he did not repeat whatever he'd just said. Yet, somehow, I knew that had to be his name.

Mithra: …If you get any closer, I'll kill you.

At some point, Mithra had pulled out his magic focus, his crystal skull. The Southern brothers and Riquet both drew back, pressing against Mithra, his current state putting them on edge. The silver-haired young man…who was probably Hwylryn simply smiled. It was a friendly but mischievous expression.

Hwylryn: Be at ease, wizard of the North. I'm here to negotiate. What's your name?

Akira: Um…Akira.

Mithra: Master Sage!

Akira: Sh…should I not have told him?!

Hwylryn: Ahh, the Sage. So you're the Sage? Hmmmm.

Hwylryn narrowed his silver eyes. It was like the expression of a cat facing the sun. I could feel Mithra, still standing vigilant at my back, but as I looked at the man standing in front of us, I could feel my fear fading away. I couldn't say why, but he seemed like a cat who wanted just wanted to come and stick his paws in the middle of things.

Akira: …What do you want to negotiate?

Hwylryn: Sage. Take this.

He extended his hand, and I reached mine out, too. I blinked, and my hand was filled with gemstones. I didn't know what exactly all of them were called, but I could tell they were well-sized, well-cut, and very, very valuable.

Hwylryn: I'm giving this to you.

Akira: For… For the torta di cocco?

Hwylryn: Yeah. I heard the last customers had been served. And that you lot were those last customers.

Akira: Ah…

There were so many things I should've asked him, but the question that ended up coming out was a weird one.

Akira: Are you Hwylryn?

Hwylryn: That's right.

He kneeled down in front of me, maybe to meet my eyes. His silvery, transparent eyes looked up at me. It seemed like he was deliberately trying to downplay his commanding presence to put us more at ease.

Hwylryn: Please?

I split my slice of torta di cocco in half with my hand and gave him the part I hadn't taken a bite from yet. Maybe I should've given him the whole thing, but it was so delicious that I ended up only giving him half.

Akira: H…here.

Hwylryn: Thank you.

Hwylryn took a bite of the torta di cocco. Shredded coconut fell to the sand, dancing through the air as it went. Hwylryn looked up at Mithra, who had kind of stopped breathing, and grinned at him. The fluttering tips of his sleeves brushed against Mithra's nose. But Mithra had never had someone tease him like that before, so he was just left confused.

Mithra: …?!

Hwylryn: Let's play together soon, wizard of the North.

That was how Hwylryn and I first met.

****TL Note: Hwylryn's name, while not a literary reference, is taken from the Welsh word hwyl, meaning "fun" or "passion".

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[kattythingz]

Just For You

(Inspired by an ask which I instigated, and written for the following peeps whose excitement guided me through the process: @datdangernoodle @evilwriter37 @autumndragon. I hope it was worth the year-long wait for y’all ;w;)

Summary: a what-if story told through 4 (5?) varying perspectives of people who love Hiccup Haddock, +1 of the person learning to love Hiccup Haddock.

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The Thorston Sheep Rocketing Games were no fun when the mind was already preoccupied. Ruffnut had spent the entire day demolishing Tuffnut with her dragon’s magnificently explosive firepower, sending sheep flailing at heights her muttonhead brother couldn’t even dream of achieving with his dragon, but eventually, it just became too freaking much even for her to handle.

“Hey, what do you think’s got Hiccup’s leg twisted today?” she asked after Tuffnut predictably missed and sent the sheep straight onto hard, unforgiving rock.

“Oh, sure, soften the horrible blow of defeat, why don’t ya?” Tuffnut griped. “It’s not like you’re trying to distract me or anything, you horrible, cheating woman.” He shot her a single-eyed glare, which still did nothing to intimidate her, no matter what lies his dented little skull kept telling him. “Yeah, that’s right. I know what you’re doing. I saw you feeding Barf those fishes that make him all gassy the other day! Don’t think I haven’t noticed your scheming ways.”

Ruffnut rolled her eyes. “Okay, first of all, you don’t have any evidence to prove that; you’re just mad ‘cause you’re the big stinking yak again. And second—”

She yanked the retrieved sheep from his arms, tossing it over her shoulder.

“—this is serious,” she finished. “As in, I think there’s something seriously wrong with Hiccup. You saw him when he got back from that ship; don’t you think he was being a little too honest about the whole thing?”

Tuffnut frowned, those rusty gears-for-brains abruptly tuning to Ruffnut’s. “Now that you mention it, he was being weirdly TMI.” He rubbed his chin in thought. “Maybe the shock of seeing thirteen corpses killed by the Scourge was just too much for his brilliant little brain to handle. Shock can really mess you up, you know.”

“Yeah, maybe…” She paused. “But it’s still weird, isn’t it? I mean, usually when something horrible like that happens to him and we don’t need to know about it, he just keeps all the details to himself. He wouldn’t just tell us he found thirteen corpses; he’d just, I don’t know, say it was ‘a lot’ and focus on the important part!”

“Unless…” 

Tuffnut’s eyes grew somber as he trailed off, a new, different understanding smoothing his frown into a straight line.

Ruffnut braced herself.

“Unless?” she said.

“Unless,” he said, “the Scourge wasn’t the important part.”

On another day, it would’ve been funny how packed those six paltry words came out to where even Barf and Belch tilted up their heads in attention (you know, because they couldn’t understand Norse). But Ruffnut wasn’t laughing right now, and neither was Tuffnut, for that matter.

“Then what is the important part?” she asked, the first tremors of dread breaking her mask.

Tuffnut turned nervously flitting eyes onto her, but before he could properly put words to his own concern, Barf and Belch let out simultaneous growls.

“Barf?”

“Belch?”

Barf and Belch angled their heads left as though reaching for a distant noise, and, for a moment, Ruffnut almost wrote it off as maybe one of the boars unnoticeably escaping from the Boar Pit. But then they were looking right, then left, then right, and then—

Belch’s pupils narrowed into slits.

“Seriously, boy—boys? Boys,” Ruffnut said, “seriously. What’s—?”

She was eating sky before she could even finish.

She wasn’t sure whose scream pitched uncomfortably close to Snotlout’s in surprise—the sound itself shifted into gleeful cackling pretty quickly, and it could’ve been either one of them, really—but the once distant blur sharpening into view the closer Barf and Belch got to it was unmistakable.

“Hey, isn’t that Hiccup’s hut?” Tuffnut asked uncertainly. “Why’s Barf and Belch taking us to Hiccup’s hut?”

Ruffnut swallowed. “I don’t know, but it can’t be good.” She patted Barf’s neck in silent request for him to pick up the pace, and Tuffnut let out another shout as the wind suddenly blasted in their faces.

When her vision cleared, they were landing near Hiccup’s blacksmith stall.

And Hiccup was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, Hiccup, you here?” Ruffnut called.

“This isn’t funny, H!” Tuffnut said when the words simply echoed back at them. “Seriously. Nobody’s laughing, and that’s saying something, considering it’s us!”

Silence.

Barf and Belch clearly didn’t appreciate said silence as they roared into the tiny but open space. It bounced around the air for a second, before, finally, a louder, shriller roar sounded in response.

Ruffnut didn’t wait for Barf and Belch to react this time. She hopped down and sprinted for the source of the familiar cry. Tuffnut and Barf and Belch followed behind her, sending tremors through the planks.

“Hiccup, you better answer me right this second, or else I swear to Loki—”

She cut off as a mass of black slammed into her, sending her stumbling back into Barf and Belch.

“Woah, T! Chill! It’s just us; we’re your friends, remember?” Tuffnut said. “And speaking of friends, you wouldn’t happen to know where ol’ H is, do you?”

It didn’t seem like Toothless heard him, as he instead looked up at Barf and Belch and growled something to them in low, whining tones. Barf and Belch wheezed back their own agitation, and Toothless whined again.

“Hey, Toothless, calm down, buddy,” Ruffnut told the frantic dragon soothingly. The last word lingered on her tongue like ash, and it reminded her, suddenly and with all the force of a bludgeon, just why Barf and Belch had dragged them here.

Toothless made another distressed noise.

“Where’s Hiccup, Toothless?” she asked after a fearful beat.

Toothless turned big, terrified eyes on her and, without another sound, darted further into the enclosed room. 

Her heart in her throat, Ruffnut made chase.

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[jedi-bird]

For some reason the rain today reminded me of a school memory that was pretty traumatizing at the time.

Between the ages of 7 and 11, I went to a tiny little religious private school. The largest class I ever had there was 22 total students, the smallest 15 (which was actually two combined grades). Once a month, always on Wednesdays, we had an early release day so the teachers could have a staff meeting and get caught up on grading and whatever other things they needed to do.

I loved those days. Honestly, what kid wouldn't? But what made them special was that my grandma would pick me up and we'd go eat lunch someplace (usually McDonald's), then we'd run errands before going home. I looked forward to it; even though I lived with my grandparents, getting to spend a weekday with them felt magical.

So our monthly Wednesday half day arrives. It's raining. Pouring actually. Noon hits and we're released to go home. Now, not ever kid went home early those days. Some had parents working who couldn't pick them up. Usually the playground attendant would watch them until the meeting was done and then one teacher would stay until the typical end of day release with them. This is important.

So the bell rings and out I go, with my backpack and my wind breaker (because we couldn't afford real rain jackets and these were usually good enough to get us to and from places before getting soaked). I hurry out to where my grandma is usually parked waiting for me.

Only she's not there.

Maybe she's late. Maybe traffic was really bad. She's never not picked me up before. She'll be there.

I say goodbye to my friends who are leaving, slowly getting soaked and starting to shiver because it's cold. A half an hour goes by.

My grandma still isn't there.

I'm starting to cry now. I'm scared. What if something happened to her? What if she wasn't coming? What if no one was coming?

Finally, someone must have told the office that I was still out there. The vice principal came out and told me I had to go back to class. "But I'm waiting for my grandma."

"Well, when she comes she can come to the office and we'll go get you. Now go back to class."

By now I'm sobbing. "But I don't have any lunch!"

One of my classmates is coming out at the time. She hears me and hands me a ticket. "You can use my lunch token!" she said before hopping into her mom's van and leaving.

"See? Wasn't that nice of her? Now go get your lunch from the cafeteria and then get back in class. If you insist on staying out here, I'll have to write you up."

Now, I was the type of kid who never got in trouble, period, let alone at school. This in no way, shape, or form made me feel any better. Still crying my heart out, drenched to the bone, I said, "but I don't know where the cafeteria is."

"Oh that's all right. I'll show you."

The cafeteria at our school was a paid program. You had to pay in advance monthly for the tokens (actually just paper tickets much like raffle ones). This was a private school, so it was already expensive. We couldn't afford to buy into the lunch program there, so my grandma usually packed me a lunch. The reason I didn't have one that day was because she was going to pick me up early. So off we go, the vice principal chatting excitedly as I stumbled along, a weird numbness starting to take over.

"I have one more for you!" she sang as we walked into the tiny kitchen that had no lights on. The woman standing on the other side of the counter just scowled at me. "I've never seen her in my life."

"She's not normally part of the program but she's got a ticket today. Now, get your food and hurry back to class!"

I hand over my ticket, hands shaking. It's freezing in the kitchen.

"This is wet," the lady said in disgust.

"It's raining." I didn't know what else to say.

She kind of huffed, threw some food on a tray and sent me away, watching me suspiciously the whole time.

I'm not crying anymore. I'm too numb for that. I make it back to my classroom, dripping water all over the floor as everyone still there turns to stare at me. "I thought you were going home?" one of my friends asked, not unkindly.

"No one showed up."

He just nodded and went back to playing games with the other kids still there.

I sat at my desk and just kind of stared at the food. It was a hamburger plate. The bun was wet from the rain and had no condiments, but was otherwise okay. The burger had clearly been cooked the week before and reheated; it was a weird combination of burned and damp. The lettuce was still frozen, as were the pickles. The tomato slice was green in places. The tater tots were just wet and smelled funny. I ate a bit of the lettuce and the all the pickles and just sat and cried until the last bell of the day sounded.

What if my grandma still wasn't there? What if she was gone? What if I was all alone. It would take me years to realize that I had some pretty severe abandonment issues and anxiety; this incident should have clued my family in that something was wrong.

My friend walked me out, even offering to let my hold his hand even though we were at that age where cooties were a real concern. I'm not crying but it's a close thing.

And there, waiting in her usual spot, was my grandma's gold thunderbird, the window down so she could wave to me. I ran to the car, climbed inside, and just lost it. I was crying to hard that I couldn't even talk. She tried to calm me down and finally just had to sit and wait for the tears to pass.

"You didn't come. I waited and waited and you weren't here and I was scared!"

"They told me not to come. The office called me and said the early release was canceled. They said they'd give you lunch."

"It was frozen."

I don't know how many times she apologized that afternoon and in the days that followed. I was never mad at her. I was scared and confused and upset that no one had told me that they told her not to come. That they had lied about canceling the day. I couldn't understand why adults would do that. They were supposed to keep us safe, so what was with the lies?

My grandma never missed another early release no matter what they tried to tell her. She got written permission so that I was allowed to call her any time I needed to (I think she knew, deep down, that there was an issue but she didn't have the power to do anything about it). I never trusted anyone in charge at that school after.

And to this day, I still get nervous if someone doesn't show up when they say they would. I make sure my partner has a lunch packed before leaving for work even if they're having a catered lunch that day (because a packed lunch can be saved for later but no lunch is not a good thing). I'm now very much aware of my issues and have work arounds to help mitigate them.

Today's rain brought that all back. I miss my grandma sometimes so much that it hurts. But I'll always remember her quiet rage that day, as well as her telling off the office staff the next day. That woman was quiet but very fierce.

Maybe someday I'll share more stories from that school. There's a lot of them rattling around in my head.