#they’re a place of wonder and torment

[great-and-small]

No other way to say it but I am a huge slut for museum gift shops

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Unknown Sender

happy valentine's day!

MONDAY: 13:52 

‘hi.’ Peter squints at the message, then the unsaved number. He's not sure how, but it’s a scam. 

‘i’d like to have your attention, please.’ Peter rolls his eyes, swiping left to not only delete but report the number as junk. No doubt it was a bot or someone with a flair for sextortion. 

A new number. ‘that was actually so rude of you, parker.’ 

‘unblock me right now.’ 

Peter shifts in his seat, he does a slow look around the room and finds nothing off putting or alarming. 

‘Who is this?’ 

Green bubbles pop up. ‘unblock me and i’ll tell you.’ Peter was right to guess about extortion. Another swipe, blocked and reported. Peter wasn’t participating in any games. 

A new number. ‘oh, now you’re just being cute.’ 

Peter feels his heart pick up a bit, it’s a tad threatening and now he’s overthinking it a little. What if someone has it out for him? Is there a mark on his back? ‘Please leave me alone.’ 

‘no.’ 

‘can we play 21 questions?’ 

Peter’s face scrunches up, he spins his head around one more time, someone is fucking with him. He has no clue who has time for something like that in university, but he’s not a willing participant anymore, not since high school. 

‘Leave me alone. Go torment a freshman.’ 

‘i don’t like freshmen. i like you.’ Peter chews at his bottom lip, there was a second of hesitancy but he knows the truth deep down. ‘I’m blocking you.’ 

‘sure. i’ll keep texting you, too.’ 

‘I’ll change my number.’ 

‘noooo please don’t do that. i had to work hard enough to get it the first time.’ Peter doesn’t respond. He blocks the number and moves on, and they don’t try to text him again.

Until the next day and Peter knows two things for certain. There is a note in his backpack, and it wasn’t there before his econ lecture. He remembers pulling that pocket open before he started notes, then when he went to zip it up, a note. 

This upsets him. What good was any sense when someone could get that unnoticeably close to him without him knowing? Second, it’s a little frustrating not to know who this person is and how it most likely is connected to the texts he had a few days ago, and that it’s an extremely long played joke that’s mostly boring. 

‘Peter Parker- 

You’ve been secretly admired. It might not be very secret, because I think you’ve caught me staring at you a thousand times. I like you a lot. 

Hopefully liked back, 

-X’ 

But a part of him believes it’s true. He’s trying to think of who’s in his lecture, if he’s caught them staring then they’re either to the side or behind him. There are too many faces, too many times he’s been looked at, he’s almost centered, it’s his fault for choosing a focal point. 

Instead of throwing it away, he refolds the pink handwriting and puts it back into place before hitching a strap over his shoulder and sliding behind chairs. One, two steps up he glances at your face, you have a weak smile, he returns the same kind, it’s more like a polite nod. Peter’s always thought you were pretty and he thinks you're nice. 

But really, he’s wondering who left the note. 

10:30

‘did you get my note?’ Peter does his normal scan across campus, again, his fault for being out in the open. This person could be anywhere, he’s on a picnic bench with a group of friends. If he’s smart, he’d start limiting himself to contained spaces and make you show yourself. 

‘Yeah. Who is this?’ Peter’s thumbs dance around the screen waiting for a reply, it comes quick. ‘i told you. x.’ He stops himself from rolling his eyes, he doesn’t know anyone with an ‘X’ anywhere in their name. 

‘Is that an initial?’ 

‘actually, i’m pretty sure it’s british for kiss.’ 

‘That’s a wild take. Are you saying the UK is responsible for XOXO’s?’ 

‘i’d like to make you responsible for my xoxo’s.’ Peter chews his bottom lip, he won’t play into anything in writing. He doesn’t believe this for a second, everything about this feels off. Someone’s fucking with him and they’re also in his class, or they have someone in on it in his class. 

But this is too advanced.

‘sorry. i don’t mean to like harass you or anything. you’re really hot but you scare me, i don’t think you would like me so idk, maybe if you talk to me you’d like me for me or something.’ 

‘i just think i’m punching wayyyy above my weight class here and i may be making this worse because there is no doubt you think im weird.’ 

‘i am weird. i should leave you alone now. i’m sorry.’ 

Peter reads his screen four times, it’s still not clicking. He’s nothing special and he doesn’t mean that in a way to dog on himself, he’s just nerdy and quiet. It seems a little too authentic to be fake, but he’s got to make sure. 

‘How’d you get my number?’ 

‘your friend. they have been sworn to secrecy but they know what i’m doing and they are in full support. take that as you will.’ 

‘Depends on the friend.’ 

‘i’ll tell you when you find out who i am.’ 

‘I’m going to find out? You’re not going to tell me?’ 

‘i don’t think i’ve been hiding it. you just haven’t been paying attention and now i want you to.’ 

‘Oh, but you’re shy?’ 

‘i’m about to pass out on the lawn behind this fucking screen, don’t play with me parker.’ A slip, you’re around him and you just admitted it. ‘Tell me, admirer, what are you wearing?’ The more detail the better, but he could work off of just a color. 

‘nice try. but you’re looking mighty handsome in the blue.’ A glance down, he suddenly feels watched. ‘Are you stalking me?’ 

‘oh no! no no no. i PROMISE you i’m not that fucking psychotic.’

‘i’m just a “sneak a note into your backpack” level of crazy. i’m here with my roommate and her boyfriend. i saw you and just wanted to know if you got it, i promise.’ 

‘You do understand that this situation makes you seem psychotic, right?’ 

‘yes. but i am not.’ 

‘That sounds like something a crazy person who got my number from a third party would say. Especially after I blocked you six times.’ 

‘it was three and you didn’t understand my intentions but okay. you have a fair point and i extend the olive branch of brett. he gave me your number and he knows me pretty well.’ 

Brett? Easy enough, he nods his head towards him and slides his phone across the table. “Explain.” His friend scrolls through the thread, a trustworthy smile spreads. “Yeah, I gave her your number.” Her. Okay, it’s something. “Who is she?” Brett shrugs, “you know her. She’s kind of a firecracker, you just make her nervous.” 

“That gives me nothing, Brett.” His friend blinks, “she’s not crazy. She likes you a lot for whatever fucking reason and has no idea how to approach you.” Peter’s letting his words soak in, “don’t believe me? Ask her about the grilled cheese, and make sure you tell her that I told you about how she went on for five fucking minutes about the grilled cheese.” 

“What grilled cheese?” Brett slides Peter’s phone back, he’s telling him to ask you. Something tells Peter it’s enough to embarrass, or it might be Brett being the ultimate wingman.

‘I’ve been told to ask you about the grilled cheese.’ 

‘oh god. there is no need to ask about the grilled cheese, did brett tell you about the grilled cheese?’ 

‘He told me to ask you. And to specify that you went on for five minutes about it.’ 

‘five is excessive, it was more like three. second, there is nothing to speak about.’ 

‘I would like to hear about it.’ 

‘i’d prefer if you didn’t.’ 

‘But you’ll do it for me?’ 

‘i’m weak for you and you know it. it’s sicking, parker.’ 

‘i heard you talking about making one in class and you said something about the crust and i really fucking love grilled cheese’s so i had a trip to fantasy land where you made me one and how it’s probably the best thing i’ll never get to taste.’ 

‘Wow. Five whole minutes on that?’ Peter won’t admit it made him feel a little warm on the inside, the most mundane of things to have someone so squirrely makes him feel unworthy. 

‘three.’ 

‘Tell me who you are and I’ll make you a grilled cheese.’ 

‘you have no idea how much that almost worked.’ 

‘What’s the plan then, master manipulator?’ 

‘i don’t know yet. i’m hoping you show me how smart you are and figure me out, then you can do all the hard questions.’ 

‘Hard questions?’ 

‘you know, do you wanna go on a date, do you wanna be my girlfriend, do you want to take my hand in marriage and have a summer home in the french alps? that kind of stuff.’ 

‘Totally not psychotic.’ Peter tucks his bottom lip between his teeth to hide the smile that wants to spread. 

‘mostly not.’ 

WEDNESDAY: 13:57

Peter doesn’t know who X is, but they’re clever and have zero effect on his sixth sense. He doesn’t know if that’s a good or bad thing. Either way, he’s reading a note scribbled in blue pen and as he studies the words he knows it was rushed. It’s proof that he wasn’t being followed everywhere, instead you saw an empty table and an opportunity. 

‘Peter- 

You use mostly gender neutral pronouns. I think that’s very cool. Is it weird that I notice those things about you? Also- what is it that you’re always drinking from Nuthouse? Asking for a friend… 

Have a good day! 

-Your not so secret admirer, X. 

‘Not so secret,’ Peter isn’t sure about that. You’ve done a good enough job at not trying to be obviously known, he might have looked up your number last night to find dust. One was from an app, but the one you’ve been using is a burner phone. 

What he’s really not understanding is how you’re able to get so close to him without him noticing. You had to have been millimeters away when you rested the letter on his backpack, he was gone for less than two minutes and he had zero awareness. 

Peter folds up the note and sticks it in the same pocket as the other one, his back slung around one shoulder as he moves up the stairs for the library. At the same time, you come down the opposite side, Peter gives a friendly acknowledgement. 

You choke down the lump in your throat. “Hi, Peter.” He’s already past you, it’s echoed behind his shoulder. “Hey.” It’s something. You’re trying, you’re trying to be bold for him. But he’s not going to notice, he’s never going to notice you and if you tell him who you are you’ll never live past his disappointment. 

Your phone vibrates, the other phone. Your heart picks up, Peter texted first. 

 14:02 

‘Dirty chai.’ 

‘best of both worlds. how fitting. you’re such a nonconforming king.’ 

‘I don’t even know what that means.’ 

‘But thank you?’ 

‘you’re welcome!’ 

‘anything fun on the roster today?’ 

‘Roster? Who are you?’ 

‘idk you make me nervous. blame yourself.’ 

‘Well, coach. Nothing fun on the roster, just some math. Wanna swap places with me?’ 

‘gross. i hate math so if you like it that’s good with me. one of us has to be smart and it’s not me.’

‘Smart enough to use a burner phone.’ 

‘oooooh, someone tried to find meeee.’ 

‘Can’t blame a guy for being curious, can you?’ 

‘were you disappointed when you found nothing?’ 

‘A little bit. But, you know, it keeps the imagination alive. A little unfair advantage on your side though, you already know what I look like.’ 

‘if it helps, you already know what i look like too.’ 

‘I do?’ 

‘yeah. we’ve talked before.’ 

‘Wait, so I know who you are?’ Brett said he did but Peter thought he meant you’d be familiar, not that he actually knew you. This just opened the floodgates to a million more possibilities. 

‘not really but yeah i guess. you know i exist but we’re not friends or anything.’ 

‘I’d like to think we’re friends, but okay.’ 

‘not outside the texting.’ 

‘That’s your decision.’ 

‘HATER.’ 

‘Anymore hints?’ 

‘.... no.’ 

‘HATER.’ 

FRIDAY: 12:15

You’re about to spill hot tea everywhere but it’ll be worth it to see his face. You ignore your pounding heart and stand in front of him. He’s got no clue you showed up, zoned out looking at the clock on the wall across from him. 

“Hi, Peter.” 

Full frontal attention, he’s looking at you. He’s perceiving you, he’s smiling at you. “Hi,” your eyes expand, he knows your name and it sounds so nice coming from his mouth. Sure, you’ve chatted with each other- even shared a few highlighters, but nothing serious. You’ve always been too scared to try anything else but maybe your fear has been mistaken for indifference. 

“I um, I lucked out today at Nuthouse so if you like dirty chai’s I got an extra one.” Your knees feel weak at his bright eyes, “my favorite. I’d love one, thank you.” You pass over the paper cup, your fingers brush and you think you’re about to collapse. 

“Yeah,” a weak laugh. “I had a feeling.” Peter tilts his head at you funny, you wonder if you pushed a little too far. “Okay, um, I’m gonna… have a good… lecture.” Peter nods and watches you go two rows up, he’s finally got a gut feeling. And it tells him to keep an eye out for you. 

TUESDAY: 12:10

Not that Peter was reliant on your attention, he was used to it. So when the texts stopped for three days and he was unable to find any letters he assumed you had lost interest and moved on. That felt fair to him, no harm no foul, at least he never really got to know you. 

Nevermind, there’s a folded notebook page on his miniature desk and his heart speeds up. His next task, put eyes on you. Bottom level, book and pencil in hand. He makes sure to note it’s a pencil and not the green ink that’s spread across the page. 

Peter thinks it’s a mind game, you were smart enough to know he’d look. Unless he was totally wrong on his guess. 

‘Peter- 

I ran out of minutes on my phone and I’m having a broke college kid moment. However, a friend took pity and donated a twenty to the campaign. I hope you’ve been good- I’ve missed talking to you. 

- Your not so secret admirer, X’ 

ps. stop keeping your backpack so close to you.’

It wasn’t anything personal, you just ran out of minutes. Peter smiles so wide he has to drop it, he almost clutches the paper to his chest in a thank you. Eyeing his backpack, he nudges it a little further behind him, following instruction. He’s kept it close in hopes to catch you, but instead he’s pushing you away. 

Peter’s committing the writing to memory as if he’s going to find you by the handwriting alone. A quick glance at footsteps, you’re three steps away when you smile. “Hi, Peter.” He nods, “hey.” You pause for a moment, mind racing for words. 

“Did you, um- did you do anything fun this weekend?” You’re about to crawl into a hole and die, it takes a moment to click that you were speaking to him. He went as far to look behind himself, then he spewed the answer to try and make up for the lost time. 

“Oh, uh not really. My aunt got a new bed so I had to lug the old one down seven flights of stairs.” Your eyes widen, you feel your mouth go dry and your tongue go thick. “By yourself?” Peter crosses his arms over his chest, a boyish grin swept over and you feel heart eyes form. 

“I’m a good nephew.” You want to pat his head and tell him you’re sure he is, then maybe hold him at gunpoint and tell you more stories about how he’s a perfect humanitarian. But you act like a normal human and smile back, “you sound like it.” 

Peter thanks you and you return to your seat with wobbly knees and a weak stomach, it’s silent torture to tease yourself like this with him. But you can’t help it and it’s only in effort to go after what you want. Even if it blows up when he figures out who you are. 

12:13

‘you’re looking mighty handsome today, mr. parker.’ 

‘I’m wearing a hoodie, but thank you.’ 

‘i said what i said.’ 

Boldly, ‘i see someone had another dirty chai. can’t stay away from them, can you?’ 

Another tick in Peter's stomach, he almost looks behind his shoulder at you, but he doesn’t. ‘It was a generous donation from a classmate.’ 

‘oh? pray tell, peter. pray tell.’ 

‘What? You don’t have a clue about who gave it to me?’ 

You swallow thickly, before you could get something out he sent another message. ‘No chance you didn’t see it go down?’ 

‘how could i? I was still on my way.’ 

‘... or was i?’ 

‘Tell you what, X. It one of the best teas I’ve had in a while.’ 

And you’d be damned if that didn’t make your entire chest flutter. 

FRIDAY: 15:29

“Here,” Peter’s hand clasped over the paper slapped into his chest. A hint of a syllable, Brett cuts himself off. “She asked me to give this to you.” Peter quickly read it and stared down before confiding in his friend for a second. 

‘Peter- 

Roses are red, violets are blue, all that I think about is you. 

It’s sweet in a cringy way, right? Boo on you for skipping class today, if you want, I could get you some notes. 

I hope I’ll see you Tuesday. 

-Your (really) not so secret admirer, X

ps. A pen exploded in my pocket. 10/10 chance my thigh will be stained.’

“I think I might know who it is.” 

“Uh, huh.” 

“But, she’s way out of my league.” 

“Correct.” 

Peter raised his eyebrows, “so it’s her?” He clarified with your name, Brett shrugged back. 

“I won’t be confirming or denying.” Peter knows what that means, “the lack of a no usually means yes.” 

“Bro,” Peter starts sputtering, “oh, c’mon! You know what I meant, I just meant that, I just- c’mon, Brett. Is it her?” 

“I have no idea who that is.” Peter wants to call bullshit, he has a gut feeling and he swears it’s you. You’re right, it’s not so secret. In fact, you’re painfully obvious. 

FRIDAY: 23:14 

‘you are soooooooo cute’ 

‘like your hair is so cute’ 

‘i looooove curly hair on guys and you have that!!!!!!!!!’ 

‘and you’re really funny cause like it’s so quick and witty like you have such good one liners’ 

‘also you’re really fucking hot and i KNOW you’re hiding something under those fucking sweaters and the second i see skin i WILL go feral.’ 

‘Something tells me you’re at the Kappa party.’ Peter’s pretending he doesn’t have a searing blush. If he’s got an inkling this could be you… then he might have proof for the non-believers that god exists. 

‘yes!!! are you here?? i should come see you.’ 

‘I hate to disappoint you, but I’m currently at a friend's house playing a Mario Kart drinking game.’ 

“But it’s nice to know that you’d give me your identity that quick.’ 

‘oh i can tell you who i am.’ Peter frowns at the text, he’s been doing nothing but crave the answer to who’s behind the love letters but it feels wrong. It’s not satisfactory enough for him, it’s also not what you want, you’re just drunk- and Peter’s going out on a limb here- horny. 

‘Save it for later.’ 

‘And maybe drink some water.’ 

‘i’d do anything for you cause you have the world's prettiest brown eyes’

‘Thank you for the compliments.’ 

‘you’re super welcome i try to hold them back because i’m a good girl but you’re just so cute i had to let you know’ 

‘I think you’re going to super regret this in the morning.’ 

‘false. maybe fact idk’

‘i should trust you tho because you’re super smart and you’re a nerd.’ 

‘I fear this is taking a turn for the worse.’ 

‘and that is so fucking HOT’

‘Oh. Back to compliments. Thank you.’ 

‘if you were here i’d give you a kiss’

‘IGNORE THAT!!!!’

‘I DIDN’T MEAN TO SEND THAT!!!! IGNORE IT’ 

‘Not ignored. How cute.’ 

‘screaming crying throwing up’ 

‘i really didn’t mean to send that it was a joke ha ha funny.’ 

‘Idk, sounded authentic to me.’ 

‘peter?’ 

‘Yeah?’ 

‘i’m a little drunk rn. and you should know how cute you are.’ 

‘Oh, I’m talking about record breaking levels of regret. This is amazing.’ 

‘i have to pee but i do not reget this!!!!!!’ 

SATURDAY: 09:54

‘i stand by my claim and do not regret a thing.’ 

‘correction. i regret this hangover and the way my previous texts are not very cool girl of me.’ 

‘but i would like to know if you won mario last night.’

‘also, who’s ur fav character?’ 

11:12

1. Proud of you for owning it, that’s very cool girl of you. 

2. I did not win. 

3. Petey Piranha. 

‘who tf is petey piranha.’

‘Mario Kart Sunshine. Came out in 2002. (Originally on GameCube but recently released on switch.) (Hell yeah.)’ 

Your heart thumps, he’s such a nerd and you wanna kiss the air out of his lungs. ‘out of all the characters and u choose him. why petey piranha’ 

‘One guess.’ 

‘PETEY PIRANHA.’ 

‘OH MY GOD.’ 

‘you’re petey piranha <333’ 

Peter fights a grin, ‘I am.’ 

‘you’re so cute. i love that.’ 

‘Personally, in the past 24 hours I don’t think I’ve heard enough about how cute I am.’

‘you’re insufferable and it’s sexy.’ 

‘Oo, new one to the mix. You’re making me blush.’ You really are. He’s never been considered sexy before and it feels really nice. 

‘and i bet you look super cute.’ 

‘Super true.’ 

TUESDAY: 12:34

‘white t shirt white t shirt white t shirt WHITE T SHIRT.’ 

‘You like?’ 

‘i’m about to cry i’m biting my fist so fucking hard.’ 

‘:)’ 

‘you’re so ubuibabeyia.’ 

‘Bless you.’ 

‘?’ 

‘Sorry, I assumed you sneezed.’ Peter never whipped his head around so fast at an audible laugh behind him. It was short, it had escaped without being thought about. He’s looking for you, but it doesn’t seem like it was you who laughed. You’re engrossed in chatting to your neighbor. 

On the other hand, you almost blew it by clasping your hands over your mouth. Instead you looked next to you and said, directly and with a burning gaze, “I need you to pretend we’ve been talking this whole time.” 

‘Someone’s losing their edge, you’re just begging to be caught.’ 

‘oh, i’m begging all right.’ 

‘can you hear me whimpering too?’ 

‘Easy, killer. Let’s not start sexting at noon on a Tuesday.’ 

‘are you saying there is a time for it?’ 

‘Give me a little wave and we’ll see.’ 

‘too late, i’m passed out on the floor. the only thing that can resuscitate me are those thick arms wrapped around me.’ 

‘Let these strong arms sweep you off your feet, all you gotta do is come talk to me after lecture…’ 

Peter says that, but he doesn’t mean it. He’ll definitely eat his words when he sees it’s you, then he’d be coming up with a thousand ways to back out of it. He’s so much more than you deserve, you feel so safe behind a keyboard but in person you can barely say a sentence. 

It’s stupid and a little humbling because you’ve never felt this way about a guy before. 

‘trust me, i’m better in your imagination.’ 

WEDNESDAY: 14:22

‘Peter- 

You know a little about a lot and I think that is one of my favorite things about you. Or maybe it’s your voice. I could listen to you talk forever. 

-Your not so secret admirer, X’ 

A note under his textbook, if he follows his hunch then he’d be looking for… you. Conveniently three tables away and to the right of his own, you’re not looking for his reaction, you’ve got your focus on your own textbook but he swears you’re retaining none of it. It’s a distraction, or maybe it’s a diversion. 

Peter doesn’t mind. He’s going to wait. He has all the time in the world today and he’s going to sit here with his eyes on you until you look up at him because he knows you’re going to and once you do, he’s going to have his answer. 

If he’s right, and he swears he is, he’s going to absolutely lose is shit because what do you mean you like him and are intimidated? You boldly lied when you said you were punching above your weight class. Does it make him a jerk to say he wasn’t even thinking of you as a suitor and maybe a girl with a much more average look?

 Peter counted to sixty twice, you glance up, eyes shooting to the note you left on the table. The next stop, Peter’s face. And oh, you were not prepared to have him looking right back. Panic, you shoot a wave, a desperate attempt to pretend you’re seeing a familiar face. 

Peter waves back but he looks much more satisfied than you did, you wonder if the jig is up. Did he crack the code? Was he just trying to find a friendly way to let you down? Deny til death, he has no proof it’s you. You pack your things up, a hurried scramble before you could lose your cool. 

On the way out you almost stop breathing, your forearm caught in Peter’s hand. You’re staring down at it, he’s not removing it. It burns in the best way. “Hey,” you wait, you can’t stop looking at his hand, the muscle, the subtle flex, his fingertips paler to show his grip. “Hi, Peter.” 

It’s breathless, you think you’re about to die. If he asks, you don’t know how you’ll lie your way out. 

Guess who’s got a stained pocket? The corner edge darkened with black ink that would never be washed out. Peter has his answer. You’re her. You’re X. “Thanks again for the tea.” 

 Maybe you wanted more, you feel a bit deflated when it’s all you receive.

“You’re welcome.” Your arm feels cold when he drops his touch, you linger for a second too long, you’re not sure when you’ll be this brave again. It was too much of a close call. “I hope the rest of your day is good.” 

Peter’s got a charismatic grin, he feels settled now that he knows you’re the anonymous lover in his life. Even more so when you find yourself shy and reserved in person, it almost makes him giggle to think of the stark changes in confidence.

“You too.” Your body engulfs into flames when your arm is caught again, you’re struggling to keep calm at his boyish smile. “Quick question,” you nod slightly, trying to show zero paranoia for the following words. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Short circuiting. You see black spots, you think you’re about to pass out. There is only one thing that means, no guy asks that if they weren’t interested in changing that, right? 

“No.” It’s anything but graceful. It sounds like you’ve never had a boyfriend before. It makes you sound like you’re scared he asked it. 

But, Peter doesn’t take it like that. He smiles wider, like he already knew the answer before he asked it.

THURSDAY: 16:37

A new letter, stuffed under the top handle of his backpack. Peter listened and stopped setting it next to him, in return he was rewarded. He can’t stop the small smile, you make it involuntary at this point. Peter’s never felt so special in his life, a little part of him wants this to never end. But he’d much rather look you in the eyes. 

‘Peter- 

I had a dream with you in it last night. Don’t worry, you had your clothes on. I’m not sure what we were doing but you were across from me at a diner and we were sitting in those super thick booths and our friends were there. 

I don’t know who these friends were, and I don’t think you do either. But I knew them as our friends. 

It felt really nice. I’m happy to know you, even if I just get this little piece. 

-Your not so secret admirer, X’

Peter’s been wrong a lot in his life but this time he really thinks he has it figured out. He’s much more bold now, this letter tells him it’s not infatuation, it’s love. 

You love him and he thinks he could love you too. 

FRIDAY: 20:08

‘Hey.’ Peter could be making the worst decision of his life here, he could be reading everything wrong and ruining this for himself. 

‘hi peter!’ But he really thinks he’s got it right.  

‘I really, really liked talking to you for the past few weeks but I think I should tell you that I like someone else.’ 

Gut wrenching despair. You knew it was too good to last, you knew he’d find someone more in his league. Someone who’d be willing to show him their face. There was no reason to respond because what would you say to that? 

‘thank you for letting me know that opening up to you was all for nothing!’ 

‘thanks for making me doubt love!’ 

‘hope you and her are so fucking happy together!!!!!’ 

Fuck it all and fuck Peter. He just liked the attention until it came from somewhere else. You don’t think you like him all that much anymore. You think you’re lying, too. Before you can give into the desire of hurting him just as bad, you calmly turn the phone off and stuff it in the back of a desk drawer to never be uncovered again. 

You slowly sit in bed and tug the blankets over your head. And only then, do you allow yourself to sob. 

Peter chewed on his bottom lip and waited an hour with constant phone checks before he realized a response was never coming. It really set in during the weekend but even further when he got no note or letter on monday. Not even when he left his backpack unattended for five minutes. 

TUESDAY -he was able to see you and how you avoided his eyes. How you pretended you didn’t see him send a small wave. How you had pulled back from him. 

And if he hadn’t hurt your feelings, or X’s feelings, why would you do that? 

You look up at a two fingered knock at the corner of your desk. “Hi.” You blink and ignore the white noise buzzing in your ears at the sight of Peter standing in front of you. “Hi, Peter.” 

“How was your weekend?” Bitter. Terrible. Lonely.

“Fine. Nothing exciting.” Besides you breaking my heart. 

Watching his fingertips dance on the edge of the plastic, you feel everything in you brighten. “You look sad.” There’s a burn in your stomach, he’s the reason for both the sting and the sadness. 

“Do you need something? Or are you just doing a friendly check in?” Peter bites back the grin when you snap at him, he’s so, so, so right and it feels so, so, so good. “Neither. I’m just confirming my suspicions.” 

“Suspicions?” 

“Yeah. You passed.” Your eyebrows furrow, before you could try to question further Peter was giving half a wave, saying bye, and skipping a step to his aisle. 

FRIDAY: 12:08

You stop breathing for a solid second before feeling your brain spark back to life. It could be anything, it could be from anyone, but you know there’s only one person who would’ve left a note on your desk. 

Your fingers slightly shake when you unfold the graph paper, little squares bled through with black sharpie. 

‘X-

Am I right?

Hopefully, 

-  Peter’ 

You can’t breathe, you can’t talk, you can’t move and you definitely can fucking not look at him. No, no, no. You can feel his eyes on you, you know he’s watching for your reaction. Peter figured you out and had his own fun along the way. 

You were the girl he liked. Oh, wow. Is this how special you’ve made him feel? Something just for your eyes, from him. A secret you both shared between lines. 

You spin and swear you can feel his gaze running over your back, he’s aching for the answer. You almost scream at a tap on your shoulder, a peek lets you know it’s the person you’re hiding from. 

Another note, folded up just like the other one. It’s pushed into your hand, Peter doesn’t say a word, he just offers and leaves. He’s not watching this time, he’s sitting and focused on the front, you feel air leak back into your lungs. 

Full on panic shaking, you’re so happy he’s not watching. 

Your name is addressed on the front, just like you do for him. 

‘I like you. 

I think you not so secretly like me too. 

We could talk more about it at dinner tonight. Will you let me take you out?

Circle yes or no. 

- Peter.

PS. XOXOXO now you’re responsible for mine, too.’ 

[violet-eng]

Neuvillette and his arranged marriage with fem!reader - NSFW

Summary: so... Furina is such a gossipy and she's kinda boring so she wants Neuvillette to marry to some random girl that can be a challenge for him... would he like this traveler?

TW: smut. Has a plot. Kinda angst? p i v. Breeding kink, praising. Unprotected sex with this daddy judge. I think that's all... MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE JUST KEEP SCROLLING.

🎨: @zlidbhypy/@zljdbhypy

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The judge had lived long enough to be carried away by appearances, his image in society was expected of a man with his profession, with his knowledge and his stature. However, in the eyes of Lady Furina, as much a lover of spectacle and scandal as possible, the great judge needed a slightly more modern image to present to the citizens of Fontaine-and perhaps to bring a little gossip as well.

The idea had consumed her so much that at the moment she met you she could think of nothing else but arranging an engagement with Monsieur Neuvillette. You were the living image of what she was looking for: a young woman of society, a foreigner with a wide knowledge of the vast continent and above all, ambitious. 

There was a flash that Lady Furina highlighted in you, a furious soul difficult to tame, a challenge for the great judge. How fun it would be to see that: the distinguished gentleman try to control the disdain of his future wife, lover of saucers with spicy mixes, so friendly to those with vision Pyro... almost as contrary to him.

You met Neuvillette a day before the wedding, when Lady Furina had given him the wonderful news that he would marry you. He could not refuse, not the Archon, and she was aware of that-that made the matter more fun.

Neuvillette looked serene during the announcement, did not give the Archon the joy of a grimace of disgust... of course not, he was not like that...

On the wedding day rain fell so much as to drown the neighboring nations, tormenting those present of the ceremony. Monsieur Neuvillette was outside the compound, admiring the horizon, yearning for the freedom he possessed years before. To this had its existence been reduced? To be a puppet for the entertainment of the Archon? To tie himself for life to a woman he didn’t even know? If only he could return to his old form... spread his wings and get out of that place...

"The rain is wonderful," you exclaimed beside him, tearing from his chest an impression he managed to hide. "I hope the tears of the Hydro dragon are of happiness for the wedding and not of misery".

"They’re just legends, stories for children," he said, though an inch of him, deep down, was delighted by the idea that unlike the rest of Fontaine’s inhabitants, you didn’t dislike the rain... the one he was provoking...

"All legends have some truth in them," you whispered, giving him a sincere smile.

The ceremony had been short because of the rain, yet your happiness was overflowing. Your dress was drenched, your hair was alike... Everything was ruined, Lady Furina kept saying it, and yet you seemed to be living the best day of your life. Neuvillette could not look away from you at any moment, you had bewitched him, a single phrase had sufficed to achieve that...

The room was spacious, exquisitely decorated, illuminated to depth, the details and finishes seemed measured with hard effort... very much like the great judge. You had been unwise to ask if you had separate rooms, that had upset him for a moment... You certainly didn’t seem to have the same scruples as him.

You opened the window of the room, resting your elbows on the frame and sucking the dew that the rain brought with it. Neuvillette stood still in his place, looking at your figure, analyzing every detail of your silhouette, trying to perceive your essence, your energy... There was definitely something special about you.

"Can I come out?" you asked, were you asking permission?

"You must not ask for my consent to be free in the place" actually, he did not think it proper from you to ask permission for something… he perceived you from the first instant as a free being in tune with nature.

"It’s my way of asking you to go out with me to enjoy the rain," you said, approaching him and extending your hand. 

The thick drops of water hit the roofs, the fountain of the courtyard was about to overflow with water, the surface covered of the leaves that the wind had brought with it. You got rid of your coat and your shoes, went into the fountain and sat in the middle, above the water level, your legs dipping, you picked up the dress on your knees. The fabric was thin, almost transparent now that you were soaked and uncovered. Neuvillette scanned the surroundings, hoping no one would look at you, you were his wife... was he jealous? No, it was a simple sense of duty now that he was a married man...

"Come closer" you said from your position, pointing your finger at the place in front of you. Neuvillette, almost hypnotized by your loud attitude, dragged his feet towards your spot, sitting across from you, likewise, his legs underwater. The familiarity of the rain on the current that had formed under his feet was pleasant, almost satisfactory, so much so that it incited him to move his hands on the surface of the water, forming figures that allowed his hydro vision. You smiled at the small spectacle he displayed for you, admiring the sublime movement of his hands, the way his fingers flexed on the leaves and the drops of water ran down his hands.

You leaned toward him, taking him by surprise, joining your lips with his. He did not turn away, but, on the contrary, he dropped his hand against your neck, drawing you closer to him, tasting the nectar of your lips and your tongue.

"I want something to be clear" you dictated separating yourself from him, "we’ll have children... not because the charlatan Archon wants it for her entertainment, no... we will have children because we both want it, it was clear?".

For all the Archons... those words coming out of your mouth, pure poison, so hostile to the Archon, calling her in a way that he could never, with your face framed by your soaked locks and your lips swollen by the kiss... There was nothing he could want but a woman like you. 

The matter of your affinity for the falling flood, added to your folly of calling the archon such a derogatory name... you were an interesting, exceptional creature whose behavior went beyond his control and knowledge. You were a challenge... his challenge... and his enthusiasm grew in his chest as well as in his pants.

You had both returned to the room in sultry form, between kisses and gasps, getting rid of your clothes on the way. He cornered you on the wall of the entrance, his hand in fist resting above your head, his forehead against yours, the other hand holding your chin, joining his eyes. Neuvillette’s chest rose strongly, seeking air, bewildered by the growing ecstasy, the desire among you that was born. 

Taking you by the waist, he turned you against the wall, your face crashing against the cold marble and your palms resting at your sides. You felt his breathing on your neck, his chest against your back, his hands sliding over your curves, right to your hips, over your panties. You let out a soft moan as you felt the fabric slip under your legs and fall to your ankles.

"Monsieur..." you whispered trembling as the cold pouring through the room brushed your thighs and bare ass. 

"You don’t look as bold as you did a few minutes ago," he whispered... low, almost growling, you swore he was smiling, you sensed it in his voice.

"It’s... just... ah~" you cut the phrase in half when you felt him slip into you, separating your folds, forcing you to suck it. Your hands in fist, your hips rising, trying to avoid its passage inside you, your shoulders gathering at the sensation that flooded your center, your sex. 

"Monsieur~" you moaned, your forehead wet against the marble, your hands scratching the wall looking for something to soothe the burning between your legs, the feeling of its length between your damp walls.

You didn’t think the judge would be so vocal. When he slipped into you, he grunted, so pleasantly your legs seemed to melt. You felt the breath of his groan in your ear, your name coming from his lips.

"So soft" he whispered, resting his hands on yours, his forehead on your shoulder, "so tight..." continued advancing, rising to the bottom, "so mine"...

Neuvillette fucked you against that wall as if he was in heat-and perhaps he was-as if you were going to escape at any time from his grip, though you couldn’t. 

The moans and gasps were embarrassing, thanks to the rain they did not cross the walls, the sound of wet skin crashing during each penetration was burning, lustful. The words that came out of the judge’s mouth every time you girded your limb were a sea of incongruities, just as the phrases that your mouth dropped when he caressed your clitoris, that little lump had become his favorite toy.

The onslaught was strong, your breasts pounding against the wall every time he burst into you, rubbing against your delicate interior, which seemed made for him.

"You take me so well," he groaned, as he continued his beat against you, your breasts rising and falling down the wall. You were trapped between the wall and the monster of pleasure the judge had become.

"I will fill you with my seed, I swear..." he gasped again, his voice raspy, with flashes of hunger and lust.

"Neuvillette~" you let out a high-pitched moan, had touched your point, that felt so fucking good, the way he arched to hit that gummy dot on your cervix. He kept going, and kept going, you didn’t want him to stop. Fuck, he was so good at it, who’d say a gentleman of his countenance could be taking you like an animal in heat.

He kept hitting that delicious spot inside you, stroking your sensitive organ, one, two... three times, you suddenly felt a knot forming in your belly.

"Oh my~... don’t stop Neuvillette~..." you begged, eyes closed, lips separated by groans. The sound of his gasps flooding your eardrum... you both were close…

His onslaught lost rhythm, the intensity was almost unbearable, he came out one last time to get into you, fucking you so hard that you felt your orgasm burst and you let out a scream. He would not take long to reach his climax similarly, unloading all his seed inside you

The bed was warm, you needed it after what happened... Neuvillette lay beside you, caressing your cheek, watching the way you fell asleep. 

He looked out the window, the rain had stopped. He was completely happy... so long ago that he did not feel the fullness he had at the time... 

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, curling your head in his chest, feeling the warmth of your gentle breathing. He closed his eyes, falling asleep beside you, yearning to tell you one day about his identity... someday…

[wittlesissyb4by]

Why do we keep letting these pigs get off scott-free? They think they can come in, play with our hearts and our heads, then cut and run and do the same to some other poor girl! Hell, sometimes they’re doing it to multiple women at the same time!

Well, I say “no more”! No longer will we let these immature men run around and take advantage of women! It’s time we take a stand! Starting with little Benjamin here.

Benny tried to slip a little something in my drink at the club last week and thought I wouldn’t notice. Little did he know, I’d already been watching him, planning a little bit of payback after what he did to my friend Lauren. She cried for weeks over this guy.

So when Benny wasn’t looking, I did the ‘ole switcheroo, he was out like a light 2 hours later.

Ohh you should have seen Benny’s face when he woke up for the first time! His hands and feet were chained to his new crib, and he kicked his little legs when he saw (or felt) what he had on. Every flail of his body only made his fresh new diaper crinkle louder and louder. He whined and cried and screamed as much as his gag would allow. But Benny had no idea that was just the beginning.

He thought, he really thought he wasn’t going to have to use his diaper, that it was just there for funsies. The way he moaned and groaned as he clenched and tucked his legs, trying anything he could to quell the painful throbbing coming from his very full bladder. I told him to save himself the torment, that all he was doing was delaying the inevitable, but still he resisted. To his credit, he made it a whole ‘nother thirty minutes before he sighed in relief and flooded his diaper for the very first time. His whimpers and whines after were pathetically adorable.

He drank the bottle out of desperation. He was obviously starving, and I made it clear he would not get out of his (now *very* wet) diaper until he finished the whole thing. I wonder if he could taste the laxatives and hormones mixed within? No matter, he certainly seemed to notice the effects about an hour later when he started fussing and complaining about the cramps.

“Just get over it,” I spat back at him, something I’ve heard way too many men say when they learn a woman is on her period, “just don’t be such a bitch!”

When I tell you: the man cried. Like, full-on bawled like a baybee when he couldn’t hold it anymore and started shitting all over himself in that diaper. He continued to cry for the next 3 hours when I refused to change him. I made him sit and wallow in his own filth while he thought about his life choices.

Reluctantly, his diaper was eventually changed, but so was his outfit. His eyes were wide as saucers when i held up the pink onesie and frilly skirt, but they closed soon after once the drugs kicked in. He woke up halfway through me doing his make-up, and seemed less than thrilled when the wig was put on.

Now, one week later, he’s mostly silent in his crib. I’m not sure if it’s the cocktail of hormones in his system messing with his brain, or he has finally accepted that this isn’t all a dream, that this isn’t going to stop, and this is his new life now. Any attempts to run will just lead to the thousands of pictures I have of him ending up all across the internet. The livestreams of him pooping his pampers notwithstanding. He’s quite docile now. He knows to keep that pacifier in his mouth otherwise it will delay his diaper change by several hours. It only took him a few rashes to learn to comply.

Lauren is now on her way over to get a look at the so-called “Man” that broke her heart. I highly doubt she’ll feel any sort of anguish now. Knowing her, she’ll have even more fun with him than I have.

So this is a call to all women, it is high time we put these deadbeat little fuck bois in their place. Take back what is ours. Let’s fight the patriarchy and turn it into a true Matriarchy, one pathetic little pervert at a time!

[koenigami]

tags : fem!reader, fluff, little angsty because pining wrio scared of being vulnerable a/n: happy birthday to juicy buttocks man 🩶

WRIOTHESLEY didn’t get the chance to experience copious amounts of love throughout his life. And the little that he received, he’s not sure if any of it was ever real. Whether his foster parents’ I love yous were ever uttered with sincerity, he will never know. Even if he could, he probably would not care, because the things that they made him feel were real, even if only temporarily. 

But the things that you are able to ignite inside him- they’re terrifying him. Yes, good ol’ Wriothesley being scared. Not something that you get to see quite often, right? But it’s true. Because everywhere he goes; you’re there. While taking a lazy stroll through the Fortress of Meropide to ensure its order, Wriothesley seems to look for you in every nook and crevice of it. Your smile, your eyes, the sound of your voice. In every room that he steps, he seems to find glimpses of you. It gets worse when he realises that he cannot think straight anymore. Signing documents and reading through reports, simple and almost daily tasks for him, all of a sudden feel like hard manual labour. All due to one single person invading his thoughts and not letting go of him.

It’s a day like any other when you visit him, unloading another pile of paperwork for him on his desk, yet what you don’t expect is the sudden proximity between the both of you when he suddenly stands right in front of you. Your forehead wrinkles slightly in worry, noticing his scowl and ragged breaths. “Wriothesley-” “Get out.” Your eyebrows lift questioningly. Taking a step back, you wonder what might have led to his sudden request and rude demeanour as you’ve been getting along more than well the last few weeks. So well that you thought there might actually be something between you-

Warmth envelopes your wrist once you attempt to take the staircase, vainly trying to fulfil his wish, not even wanting to question it, only for him to pull you back. “Here.” with a gentleness that you haven’t gotten the chance to witness from him before, he guides your hand up to his head, lightly tapping the pads of your fingers against his temple. “Get out of here.” It’s only now that his tired looks become more evident. Wriothesley is desperate. He can’t hire someone to solve this problem for him, there is no one who can deal with this mess inside his head and heart except himself. 

“I would, if that is what you truly wished for.” you sigh, gracing him with that soft smile of yours before letting your hand settle on his cheek. Delicately, you trace the light stubble along his jaw with your thumb and Wriothesley, for the first time in forever, feels weak. “But the issue is that you won’t let me go.” 

And Wriothesley recognises that resisting these feelings, fighting against himself; all of it is futile. Sometimes the remedy can be worse than the disease, so letting you go without confessing his devotion to you would only torment him further. Gingerly, as if assessing whether his next move would scare you off, he leans his forehead against your shoulder and buries his face into the crook of your neck. Like a child seeking warmth and comfort in its mother’s bosom. And you let him. 

Embracing him and placing a hand on the nape of his neck, playing with his messy strands of hair, you ask softly, “Does the prospect of loving me seem that unpleasant to you?”  

That’s not it. And he’s sure you know that too but are merely trying to tease him in order to lighten the situation. It’s the fear of not being good enough, not being able to love you the way you deserve it, not being able to protect you from any possible harm, or even from himself. It’s the fear of causing you pain and sorrow instead of providing you with a happily ever after. 

He gulps audibly before lifting his head to look at you again, despite the lighthearted grin that he flashes you, his face carries a desolate expression. 

“Sweetheart, I’m not a man worth-”

“You truly are a scumbag, Wriothesley. You know that?” As always, you manage to leave him speechless but despite your insult, he leans back into you when you lift one of his hands and place it on your cheek. Your silky and soft skin a contrast in comparison to his rough and scarred self. “I think I should be the one to judge whether you’re worth it or not. Don’t you think so too?”

With a defeated sigh, Wriothesley can only nod before he leans his forehead against yours. Resisting you is hard but opposing you? Impossible.  That's why he lets you see past the cool and cocky walls that he has built up since his adolescence. Like a newborn lamb on shaky legs, ready to fall and get back up again, he allows himself to indulge in this newfound situation of defencelessness.

[annie-creates]

Beautiful I know

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Words: 1100

Note: Another spring fic is here, I hope you enjoy this one. We have had a tough couple of weeks but I hope we can get back on track.

The air got fresher, early flowers started blooming and the days were sunnier and warmer. Everything around you implied the spring was here. Even the ever students got overly excited for the longer and warmer days, and nevers were willing to spend more time outside than absolutely necessary. It made teaching both of them the slightest bit more pleasant.

What didn’t make your classes easier however was the upcoming Spring ball. A tradition your school kept from before the merging, now both faculties equally accepted and invited. The buzz of your students chippering about the dress and shoes they’re going to wear and the date they’re going to invite was louder than the bees in the gardens.

You couldn’t blame them, you’d too get excited for the opportunity to dress up and dance. But your girlfriend wasn’t a big fan of such festivities, preferring the dark and coldness of her chambers and loneliness of her own company. You knew bothering her with it would not bring much more success, yet you were hopeful for her to change her mind about not going.

“Hey babe?” You question once you enter the office you so often shared.

“Yea?” Leonora reacts, not raising her head from the papers she’s currently grading.

“I know you said you aren’t really a ball type of person, but Dovey got the fancy chocolate fountain out…” You try to bribe her.

“I thought I already told you clear enough I’m not going.” She turns to you with a heavy sign, her arms folded over her chest and brows scrunched.

“Well… yes… but I thought you’d like to come with me…” You specify as if your presence should be her reward.

“I wouldn’t go with you even if you were the queen of Sheba.” She levels you annoyed.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” That stung a lot, pinching your heart in a twist. “I thought you would have done it for me.”

Lesso watched your hunched form leave her office, happy to finally have a bit of peace. Yet even after she did all her work, she couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. Did she not do enough for you? Why were you so needy all the time? It’s not her job to entertain you every hour of each day. If she doesn’t want to go to some stupid dance, she won’t go.

But the pointed look Dovey was giving her all throughout dinner seemed to say otherwise. You didn’t join them tonight, leaving many of the teachers wondering why the bubbly and talkative you didn’t show up. Even when she never wanted to admit it, it made her feel the slightest bit worse. Maybe she was really unnecessarily tough with you.

“Do you mind telling what your fuckin problem is?” Dovey cornered her right after dinner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lesso retorted, dissatisfied with her tone.

“Oh please! Every time something’s bothering Y/n, it’s got to do with you.” Clarissa accused her.

“Oh god, why is she so needy?! I just don’t want to go to your stupid dance. Can’t she grow up and let it go?” Leonora argued.

“When was the last time you took her to any dance?” Dovey opposed.

“I… what?” In the heat of the argument Lesso got derailed.

“Actually, when was the last time you took her anywhere?” Clarissa stands her ground, waiting patiently for her answer.

“I… I did… I mean, we went to that place… like a couple months ago..?” Leonora backs down, confused herself.

“Lesso, you need to stop expecting her to invest all into the relationship where you put in nothing. Would it hurt you to give her some of your time every now and then?” Dovey lectures her.

“But I… why does it have to be that stupid dance?! Can’t we just go catch some frogs or something?” Lesso objects.

“Do you think she likes hanging by the stinky pond? Or that she enjoys tormenting the evening fireflies?” Clarissa raises an eyebrow.

“Uh, yes?” Leonora states matter of factly. “Why else would she do it?”

“No, she doesn’t!” sometimes Dovey contemplated if your girlfriend even knew anything about you. “She does it because you like it. She does whatever you enjoy to spend time with you. I’d say it’s only polite to do the same for her.”

Giving Leonora enough to think about Dovey leaves her to her own thoughts. Maybe she really wasn’t good enough girlfriend, spending the time she had left with you after the work hours doing only what she wanted and never asking what you would enjoy. She despised school dances, hated all the balls and fancy parties, but maybe she could bite herself and go just for you.

During the next week you don’t bring the ball up again, and it seems you finally came to terms with the fact you’ll be attending alone. But your excited chatter is shorter and less happy than usually, you don’t mention all the preparations to anyone anymore and you spend most of your free time alone in your room. That’s why you’re so confused when at the afternoon of the ball, a flower corsage finds itself on your bed.

You didn’t know who sent it, the only person you’d accept one from was adamant about not going to the ball. But it somehow complemented all the colors of your flowery dress, so you decided to try it on, just to see how you’d look. Just as you’re about to take it off and leave, a knock is heard from your door, which confuses you even more. As you open it, you find your girlfriend in a fitting white suit with her hair pulled back.

„Wow, you look…“ You whisper in awe.

„Beautiful, I know. Can we go now?“ Lesso cuts you off in faked annoyance.

“But… I though you aren’t going..?” You question her confused.

“Well I changed my mind.” She almost bites but then continues much more nicely. “I realized you deserve to be taken out to where you want.”

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to…” You didn’t want to pressure her into doing things she didn’t want to.

“No, I want to go! We weren’t doing much of that lately.” She admits offering you her arm.

You link your arms together passing to the ball room. Your arrival turns heads but neither of you really cares. As you’re beaming with a smile, she realizes she loves the neediness and wonderment you have for her. She wouldn’t want to live in a world where you didn’t need her.

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#12: Kiss Of Life (S7E05)

Ooh it’s called the Kiss of Life for a reason. 🤩 No one does passion like Richonne. ❤️‍🔥 This marvelous scene seriously has a hold on me and features my absolute favorite Richonne kiss (thus far 😏). The moment is just so good and mesmerizes me like no other. It's legitimately hypnotic. And that’s why, even tho Rick and Michonne barely speak in this scene, it absolutely makes my top 12. And you know the kiss is good when you have multiple favorite parts of it lol...

First, it’s important to note that it’s not just the kiss that makes me adore and appreciate this scene but how extremely meaningful this exchange is based on where Rick and Michonne are at during this part of the story.

This was one of the hardest and most depressing seasons for them as they wrestled with losing people they loved and then being expected to be Negan’s servants indefinitely. 

And during this Negan era, it’s one of the rare times when Rick and Michonne are on notably different pages about how to approach the situation. And while Michonne told Rick she’d try to accept this way of "life," it’s clearly eating away at her to just sit and let Negan torment her family.

It’s eating away at Rick too, but with the love he has for tf, and especially for Michonne and his children, at this stage in the show he really feels like he’d rather suffer like this with them than fight and lose them.

This was such a tough time for them, and yet Rick and Michonne's love so heartily prevails with this special kiss. It's the definition of true love's kiss, if you ask me. 🤩

So first, I always feel for Rick at the top of 7.05 when he’s talking to Carl, who is understandably frustrated and behaving coldly to his dad. All Rick wants is for his family to be okay, and they’re so clearly not okay right now, which you know weighs on him.

And I’m not the only one who feels for him because Michonne is of course also in the room for this Grimes family moment, and she seems to be really empathizing with Rick as well. 

So then Rick and Aaron walk out of the room, and Michonne follows and, again, shoutout Aaron for leaving to give Rick and Michonne a private moment lol. Cuz the moment was perfection. 😍 Like for real tens across the board...

Rick and Michonne stand in front of each other, and Rick invites her to join them if she changes her mind. I love that he always wants her with him.

I remember even watching live, I could tell that Michonne wanted to go with him too, cuz magnets don’t part. But she’s of the mindset that she has to try and go out on her own to fight this for the both of them if he’s not ready to fight back yet.

Michonne quietly and compassionately says, "good luck" and even tho Rick is clearly sad and knows this could be a moment of distancing, he still wants to close the gap and at least hug her goodbye, which I appreciate. 🥰

So he goes in for this hug, and whenever I think back to when I first watched this scene live, I just smile because I remember how excited I was that Rick was simply going to hug Michonne and maybe kiss her on the cheek or whatever it looked like he was about to do. But little did I know we were in for something...

Because as he goes in for this cute husband-off-to-work hug, Michonne stops him by gently placing her hand on his face. And I will forever love the choreography of this whole moment.

I love that it’s this moment of Michonne redirecting to let Rick know she wants to send him off right and make it crystal clear to him that even tho they’re going different ways right now, she is not upset with him, disappointed in him, or pulling away from him.

So she warmly takes his face, and then there's this subtle moment where Rick does that signature Rick Grimes head tilt in her hands as he tries to assess what this moment is about.

You can see a heartbreaking split second of Rick seemingly wondering if this is her literally and figuratively pushing him away. And what most pains me is knowing Rick thinks he deserves whatever disappointment or distance Michonne might potentially feel toward him. 😭

His past relationship saw his former wife push him away during a very vulnerable time after he had to kill his best friend for trying to kill him, so it's like he's briefly expecting something like that again.

But one thing that wonderful woman Michonne is always going to do is let Rick know, this is different. 🙌🏽

It's the very thing Rick told Carl the literal morning after he and Michonne first got together - where homeboy didn't even want to wait a few hours before reassuring his son that he and Michonne are gonna be long-term. (which I always am just fully amused by that whole 6.11 scene btw. from rick lowkey forgetting he's talking to his son by emphasizing, "it just happened," carl's reaction to seeing his dad in a tizzy, and judith's 'office' look in the camera. gold 😂. michonne's fam is the cutest, y'all)

And "this is different" has remained an accurate way to describe the elevated love Richonne has with each other.

Because see, now Rick isn't with a love in his life, he's with the love of his life. He's with the one (& only 👑). This is his unequivocal soulmate who will be by his side through any and everything. And I love that Michonne always manages to show Rick that he's met his match in a way he's never experienced before.

So thankfully Rick doesn’t have to ponder what this moment is about for long because Michonne quells any and all of those fears when she proceeds to kiss him with passion in an abundance. It’s utterly perfect. 😍😍😍

No words needed, and she still manages to say everything. I still love you. I still crave you. And I’m still with you was expressed loud and clear. 👏🏽

And Michonne really is such a commendable queen for doing this and making sure no wedge was created between her and her husband. This kiss really made any distance they had prior disappear, and it so beautifully let Rick know he is still cherished and appreciated by his wife.

He needed this moment more than he could probably even express. But of course, without even having to say it, Michonne knew this was needed because she always knows her man. 😊

This moment also feels like something she's been wanting to do since that fateful and scary night in the line-up where there were several times she could've lost him.

Like you know the fact that Rick is still with her and they're still alive, is something she's grateful for and doesn't take for granted. So she needed this moment too. And this kiss lets everyone know that while Negan may have nearly broken their spirits, he can never break their love.

The level of passion in this kiss is great for many reasons, but especially because you know after the lineup Rick and Michonne are now both so much more aware of how quickly things can go fatally wrong and how whenever you leave home and part ways you really could not make it back home to each other. It makes me think about how Glenn left ASZ just to quickly retrieve Daryl, but then he never returned to their home again. 😢

So as Rick prepares to go off on this run with Aaron, he and Michonne really kiss like it could be their last because that's an unfortunate possibility. (even though not too much of a possibility since they're the ones who live, amen. 😌)

And then my absolute favorite part of this kiss is when Rick so clearly gets fully immersed in this moment with Michonne and pulls her closer to him. I freaking LOVE that little gesture of him pulling her into him. 😍 It felt like it was Rick's turn to also let Michonne know - I still love you. I still crave you. I’m still with you.

Rick and Michonne just fit so perfectly together and I love the way they can always get lost in each other. Truly, in that moment for them, it felt like they were the only two in the world and all the other stuff didn’t matter. Their ability to be so present with each other is so special. 🥹

And she was already so close to him but the fact that he pulled her even closer...Magnets. And then whoever pointed out that Michonne kisses his top and bottom lip is a real one because I never noticed it before, but now it’s my other favorite part of this moment. 😋

They were really wild for this whole kiss, y'all. It feels great to be so spoiled. And we're Blessed with a capital B that this ship is literally everything we could dream of. 😌

This kiss is of course steamy and heavenly, but also it is just so powerful. For Rick and Michonne to be going through what they’re going through and feeling so differently about their current circumstances, it is so powerful that they close the gap rather than widen it. That they express authentic love for each other more than opposition.

This moment solidified that Richonne has what it takes to rise above anything and that even when they have entirely different opinions on a subject as big and serious as how to approach fighting for their lives and their people, they will still always be with each other. Wholly, Deeply, & Forever.

Again, I so appreciate that Richonne always chooses each other. And also this kiss was only our second time seeing them kiss like this since their canon ep, and man did they deliver. Like...

I’ve always felt that something so special about Richonne is that they are not like some TV couples who are more interesting in their pre-canon "Will They/Won't They" phase, and then when they finally do get together it doesn’t quite live up to all the steamy passion of their build-up.

With Rick and Michonne it’s a whole different story cuz moments like this kiss let us know that all that steamy passion and build-up was not only matched but topped when they were finally able to express the love they felt romantically. 

Also, when they lost Carl the following season, it was this kiss of life in s7 that I’d think about because I believe this is an illustration of what Michonne and Rick ultimately land on even amidst the toughest adversity. They land on love, which has proven true time and time again.

And as always their moments after the kiss are also profoundly passionate as they look into each other's eyes and then do their signature thing of leaning their heads against each other, truly almost as if finding their center with each other.

I love that they stay in this moment awhile, again with no words necessary to communicate how much they love and are with each other. 

They are the epitome of soulmates, and the way their love shined through in this quiet moment made that clear.

And then I love that Rick can’t help but express gratitude to Michonne for giving him his entire life with that kiss, so he fittingly says what he always finds a way to say to her, "thank you." The absolute cutest. 😊 You know Rick ain't been kissed like that ever before lol. Michonne has that man forever entranced, and I love to see it.

And the thing is, Rick has a special effect on Michonne too, cuz you can clearly see it in the way she looks at him as well.

In one kiss Michonne and Rick were able to breathe life into each other and quiet all the worry of them being on the rocks. They might still have big differences at this point, but nothing will ever be strong enough to divide them.

(that's why when I hear lines like say, "we are the strongest military on the planet" or "we're the last light of the world," or whatever, my only thought is - and yet you're still no match for Richonne. 💅🏽 Rick and Michonne Grimes prove they're the ones who live and the ones whose love is unstoppable every time. 👌🏽)

So it was a big deal for Richonne to have this moment in 7A. I appreciate that Michonne knew her man needed to be lifted up and reminded just who he is to her, and she did just that like only she can. And as the kiss went on, Rick let her know he felt just as strongly about her.

This important kiss shows that Rick and Michonne’s love is unbreakable, and I treasure this scene as such an undeniably powerful moment between them. I love their love, and I will adore this Kiss of Life for life. 😌

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Attitude

poly!mikaelsons x reader (klaus, elijah, & kol) | requested

summary: your attitude gets the already fired-up mikaelson boys to put you in your place the hard way

tags: tickling (kink?), sex toys, fingering, face-fucking, blowjobs, vaginal sex, edging, overstimulation, nipple play, wax play, minor blood drinking, minor daddy kink, minor loss of consciousness (from overstimulation), cuddling, aftercare

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“Don’t come any closer,” you put a hand up at Klaus, backing away as he continues to inch towards you. “I mean it!”

The man just smiles and licks his lips, “oh come on now, love. I mean you no harm.”

“I’m serious! Stay there! I don’t want-” His eyes flick to something behind you, but only for a mere second. Before you can question it, someone grabs your waist from behind. You scream, but your captor puts his hand over your mouth. “No! Stop!” You try to argue, but your efforts are futile. 

Klaus then comes at you quickly, knowing you won’t be able to escape his brother’s grasp. You still squirm anyway, fighting for your freedom. 

“Niklaus!” A deep voice stops all three of you immediately. Moments later, Elijah enters the room, then rolls his eyes at the situation. “And Kol, you’re here, too. Of course.” He looks at you. “Brothers, leave the poor girl alone. You’ve tormented her enough today.”

“She secretly likes it,” Kol argues. He lets you go, though, and you escape to Elijah’s side, seeking protection. 

Elijah sighs. It’s quiet as he thinks up a reply, but then you realize it’s too quiet. Too late. “I know,” he smiles. Before you can run again, he grabs you in his arms, holding you tightly and tickling your sides. 

“No, no, no! Stop! ‘Lijah, I trusted you!” You try to cry out, but it’s difficult when you’re also half laughing. 

“See,” Kol points, “she likes it.” He speeds to your side to help his older brother, then is followed by Klaus, too. The three of them are ruthless in their attack, unrelenting until you fall to your knees. 

“Okay! Okay!” You pant, out of breath, “you win! Let me go!”

Elijah finally does, but you only take a step before you’re in the arms of Klaus. 

“Wait, no! Put me down!”

“Nuh uh, love, we’re not quite finished with you.”

He carries you bridal-style to his room, then tosses you on the bed roughly. There’s no point in trying to escape - you’ll never beat him - but you try anyway. 

“Ah, ah, ah, no you don’t,” he races to stand in front of you as you crawl to the bedside. “Don’t you dare,” he warns, watching your eyes glance to the opposite site. “Whatever you try, I will always win.”

“He’s right, darling. You can’t win against us. Two original vampires versus a tiny, mere human! You don’t stand a chance,” Kol enters the room. He walks over to the other side, barricading you on the bed. 

Elijah then enters and stands at the foot. “Three, actually.”

“But you don’t have to be frightened, love. All we want is some fun. And maybe just a little bite, too.”

“Haven’t you had your fun chasing me all over?” You sass the boys. 

“Oh! She’s got a bit of attitude! No bother, we can clear that right up. Elijah, if you will.”

There’s nothing you can do as you watch the man undo his tie and stalk over to you. Your heart pounds in your chest, half from nervousness and half from anticipation. He instructs you to lie down, then binds your hands with his tie. Though before leaving you to the mercy of his youngest brothers, he kisses your bound hands and then your forehead. 

“Let me know when she’s learned her lesson. I’ll be back.”

The two wilder siblings lick their lips the minute they’re left alone with you. Your heart sinks to your toes, having no idea what could be racing in their heads. For the first minute, it’s a staring match, like a rabbit up against two wolves, all wondering who will make the first move. You’re done trying to escape at this point; you decide, instead, to stay completely still. 

“I can hear your heartbeat, love,” the hybrid breaks the silence. “Tell me, how are we making you feel? Scared? Nervous?” He makes his way closer to you with each word. “Hungry?” By now, he’s inches from your face. You can feel his breath on your lips. Your eyes are so close that you can see every fleck of gold in his green eyes. 

“Um-”

“Aww,” he cuts you off, “was that really all it took for you to drop that little attitude of yours? Seems my intimidation tactics are right on spot. I was afraid you’d require more effort.”

“I’m not scared,” you say suddenly. “In fact, I think that was a rather lousy attempt at intimidating me. You know I can handle you, Klaus.”

The man erupts in laughter and turns to his brother. Upon seeing the smirk on his face, he turns back to you. “You can, hm? Brave words from such a small, innocent human..”

“Innocent’s certainly not the word to describe me.” You peer behind him to see Kol. “Remember that time we snuck away from the Christmas party to have a little fun? It was so loud in the compound that no one heard a thing. Little did they all know what was happening right above them.” There’s a glimmer in your eyes, knowing you might turn the brothers against each other. 

In your favor, Klaus does face his brother. “What is this now?”

Kol swallows before answering, “she was in desperate need to be taught a lesson. Didn’t want to make a scene, so I brought her up alone.”

“And why did you not relay this to the rest of us afterwards?”

“Thought she had learned her lesson and didn’t need it resurfaced. Promise I taught her well, Nik. She was a very good girl afterwards. Which is what’s going to go down tonight, right, darling? You’re going to stay quiet and let us do what needs to be done.”

You bite your lip at the way Kol digs himself out of the hole. There goes your final chance at escaping this. 

“Is it not?” He prompts.

“Oh, yes, um, yes, it is.”

“Good. Now, stay there, and no touching,” he pauses, “oh wait!” He giggles childishly, “you can’t.”

Despite being apart for decades, the brothers seem to know each other’s every move when it comes to preparing you. They work in silence and light touches, though you know it won’t be like that for long. Klaus rips off your clothes and you fit the urge to protest, knowing it’ll probably just get you in more trouble, while Kol fetches something from the closet before settling in between your legs. Before long, both have their hands exploring your body. You feel tingles under their fingertips, and a burning in your core. It’s so quiet, it’s killing you, and you’re on the verge of making a comment just to raise their blood pressure a little. 

“Are-”

Just at that moment, Kol pushes two fingers into you without warning. You gasp and forget your words. “What were you about to say, darling?”

Quickly, you shake your head, denying his statement.

“Oh, you most certainly were,” Klaus challenges. “Come on, say it.”

“I didn’t- I wasn’t-”

“If you admit it, I might be less harsh in dishing out your punishment.”

That’s a lie, and you know it. Yet, you come clean. “I was just gonna ask if you were actually planning on doing anything.”

The man laughs, “my, you just don’t know when to drop the attitude! You know, Y/N, Elijah is well stocked with ties. We can bind your mouth with one if we need.” He makes a stride over to the closet door.

“No! No, no, please! I’ll be good, I promise. No more comments. I’ll listen.”

“Will you now?”

“Yes! Klaus, I will. I swear.”

“Well I do like to hear the sound of you begging,” he pauses, “but until you can control your tongue, I think you need something keeping you from using it.” He opens the door and begins to sift through the selection.

“Actually, Nik, I have a better idea.”

“Do tell.”

“Don’t need a little string of fabric to shut her up. Not when there are much more crude ways to do it.” He raises an eyebrow at you and you gulp, catching on. 

The man turns around quickly, “and how do you feel about that suggestion, love? Do you want me or this pretty little piece?” He holds up another tie, but you shake your head at it. “You can answer. Just this time.”

“You. Please.”

The smirk returns to his face and he speeds over to you, dropping the tie. “You asked for this, love. Remember that.” Then, in mere seconds, he becomes undressed before you and straddles your chest. You share a look with him and nod, telling him you’re okay, before he adjusts so you can take him in your mouth. He grips the headboard, hovering over you, as you prepare. He allows a few kitten licks to his tip before deciding when you’re ready, then lowers his hips until he’s buried between your lips. Before moving, he taps twice on your shoulder and you nod - a silent reassurance that you’re still okay. He increases pace slowly until he’s found a comfortable one for both of you. 

“There you go, love,” he praises, one hand tousled in your hair. He thrusts more, and you gag, but he doesn’t let up. 

Kol, meanwhile, has just traded his fingers for the toy in his hand. With no warning, he turns it on and presses it to your clit. You jump at the feeling, making you gag again on Klaus’ cock. A whine escapes your lips, substituting a string of curse words; a vibration that only turns the hybrid on more. 

Despite your current state, you want to bite at Kol for using the vibrator, but you can’t. You try to close your legs, but he only spreads them again. You whine again, feeling yourself getting close. Your body feels like it’s on fire, spreading to every inch of your skin. A knot ties in your stomach, getting tighter by the second. Kol stops, letting out a chuckle. 

“Not yet, darling.”

The only sound you hear next is that of his belt as it drops to the floor. And for the third time, in typical Kol style, he gives no warning before pushing his cock into you. There’s no difficulty at all; not a bit of pain or discomfort, because of how wet you are. You take his size with no problem, and soon, he’s at the same pace and rhythm as his brother. 

It isn’t long before Klaus starts to get sloppy. He tries to hide it - always does - but you know the man almost as well as he knows himself. Even if he can throw you off from it, his eyes give him away. He steals glances at you, green softens to its bluer hue, and tears of pleasure escape the corners. You know you have tears, too, but he wipes them away with his thumbs. 

"Love?" He mutters. 

You nod, encouraging him to finish. He thrusts a couple more times before his taste fills your mouth. Hot, sticky release runs down your throat, and only then does he let up so you can swallow. He lifts your head up gently, not wanting you to choke, and kisses your forehead.

"Going soft on her, are you?" Kol teases. 

"She did a good job, brother. Merely rewarding her."

The youngest smiles, heart warm at the reminder of how much Klaus adores you, but he doesn't slow himself. 

"You okay?" Klaus asks you.

You nod, then stick out your tongue to show him you swallowed everything. 

"Good. Keep it up, love. Because we're not done with you yet." He cocks his head to his brother to continue. 

Kol alternates between rubbing your clit, but then removing his hand as soon as you feel the tension building again. It's killing you, but you don't want to call out and receive more punishment. 

As he waits for Kol to finish, Klaus moves to your side to tease your nipples. He squeezes one in between his fingers, while running his other hand along your body. The way you shiver at his touch almost makes him moan. In a moment of weakness, he tickles your side. You jump suddenly, giggling. Kol moans at the feeling of his cock moving inside you at the abrupt motion. You feel it, too, then become overwhelmed with the need for his release. 

"Kol," you whine. 

Klaus catches on quickly. He pinches your side again, repeating the same sequence of events. 

"I told you you loved it," Kol says to you. 

You don't respond, partly because of the laughter you're holding back. 

Neither can think of a more beautiful sight right now than the girl they love falling apart in front of them, face bright with joy, and so close to coming. 

Of course, they won't let that happen until Elijah has his way with you, but they will edge and tease you as much as they can. 

Then, finally, your body jolts one more time, and it's all that's needed for Kol to spill his release inside of you. He's a lot less in control than his brother when he's pleasured. His eyes roll back in his head and he has to fight to keep himself from collapsing onto your chest. He doesn't pull out, though, until he's done. When he does remove his cock, he immediately puts a finger inside of you, swirls it around to gather his cum, and then brings it to your lips. You suck his fingers happily, licking your lips after he retracts them. 

"That's a good girl," he says, kissing your lips and tasting himself. 

"Do you think she's ready for Elijah?" Klaus smirks after only a minute of recovery. You've barely caught your breath, and still haven't come, but you know it's not over yet. 

"I think so.”

Just in time, Elijah walks back into the room, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You gulp at the sight. “How is she doing?”

“Lots better. Dropped the attitude and has been patient for her release.”

“You haven’t given it, have you?”

“Of course not. Right, love?”

You nod quickly. 

“Very good. I have something in store that will certainly teach her. Any residual sass will just, ah, may we say… melt away.” He gives you a half smile that tells you everything you need to know. “Niklaus, get me a towel just in case. Kol, untie her, but hold her still.”

The two do as they’re told; Kol sits behind you to hold onto your arms, while Klaus and Elijah disappear into the other room for a second. 

“I love you, darling,” he whispers into your ear. He continues to leave a trail of feather-light kisses down your neck, sending chills down your spine. 

“I love you, too,” you say back. “Even when you’re mean.”

“It’s not mean, puppy, it’s our way of showing we love you.”

“Definitely mean.”

“If you think that was bad, it’s about to get way worse,” Klaus comes back, smirking, with a towel in hand.

You stiffen as he stalks towards you. “Why the towel?”

“To clean up the mess. Supposing there is any.” He puts it underneath you, lifting your body gently in certain places. 

“There will be,” Elijah says in a rather calm tone. “Kol, are you holding her?”

“I have her.”

“Good.” 

It’s at that moment that you realize what he’s holding - a small candle, lit, which appears to have been burning for some time now. “What’s that for? Silencing spell?”

“Not quite.”

You narrow your eyes.

“Less a silencing spell for the room, and more just for you.” Before you can ask any further questions, he smiles, “remember the word you say if you need to stop. Remind me of it.”

“Safe.”

“There you go.” All three of you are dead quiet and watching intently as Elijah blows out the candle. You brace yourself as he sits beside you and places a hand on your hip. With his other hand, he moves the candle so that it's positioned in between your breasts. Then, as you sharply inhale upon realizing what’s about to happen, he tilts it ever so slightly, letting liquid wax drip onto your body. Initially, it burns, and a shudder runs through you. Kol holds onto your arms just a little tighter, just in case. But as the first drop cools and hardens, you relax. Elijah takes this as a sign to continue, and drips it along the center of your body, stopping at your navel. Some of the wax falls down the sides of your stomach before it can harden, landing on the towel Klaus had laid down for that reason. The sensations have you panting slightly, but nothing prepares you for Elijah’s next move. Moving the candle back to your breasts, he lets the wax drip onto your nipples, one at a time, and then plunges two fingers into your hot, but swollen core. A loud moan escapes your lips at this, and you pull against Kol’s restraint. 

“Now, now, darling,” he whispers into your ear, nibbling at it gently. 

With Kol distracting you, you don’t notice Elijah’s nod to Klaus for him to pour more wax. It comes unexpectedly, causing you to jump, and Kol to bite you harder than he meant. Now you have three sensations: the man fingerfucking you, and increasing his speed by the minute; the man dripping wax along every inch of your bare stomach; and the man licking blood off your ear. You can feel yourself getting overstimulated. The only sounds in the room are the wet squelching noises from your heat, and cries coming from you as you beg the men to either slow down, or make you come, or both. Neither answer, though you catch a glimpse of the two eldest both smirking. 

You know you can’t fight them. There’s no use. You can only hold it out, hoping they don’t ease up, because you’ve decided you just want to come, no matter how hot your body feels. You start pleading with them by name. 

“‘Lijah, please don’t stop! Feels so good!”

At this point, Klaus has run out of wax and resorts to sticking his fingers in the hardening spots, rubbing it in circles. His nails scratch your skin painfully, but the softness of the wax eases the soreness. 

“Oh god, please, Nik! Please let me cum, please, please.”

You tilt your neck to give Kol access to your veins, knowing if you can distract him back and get him to drink, you won’t be the only one getting in trouble in case you come early. It works, and the minute his teeth sink into your neck, pleasure fills your body. 

“Oh, Kol, right there!” You moan loudly, drowning out your own words. 

“Kol!” Elijah disciplines his brother, “do not get distracted!”

Fuck. 

He draws his fangs back in, “sorry, brother. She’s so tempting.”

“Hold her in place.”

“Are you gonna let her cum soon? She’s been a good girl.”

Elijah looks at his youngest brother, then the hybrid, for confirmation.

“She has been very good,” Klaus agrees, “she’s earned it, I’d say.”

He then looks at you, never ceasing in his actions, “convince me you deserve it.”

“I’ve been so good, daddy. I haven’t come at all, and I dropped the attitude a long time ago. I won’t make you regret it, daddy, please!”

“Alright, beautiful,” he finally says, “come for me. Come for us.”

Permission granted, you immediately feel yourself start to lose control. Your mind goes fuzzy and your legs begin to shake. A series of whines escape your lips and sweat graces your forehead. 

Klaus comes up to sit beside Kol as you come undone, but Elijah fingerfucks you throughout your orgasm. All three watch in admiration as their girl experiences one of the greatest orgasms they’ve ever given her. 

Your body goes numb once it ripples through your body. Elijah slowly comes to a stop before pulling out and sucking your taste off his fingers. You want to thank him for the mercy, but are unable to speak. Only another whine comes out instead. 

“You alright, darling?” Kol notices your state first. He shakes your arm gently, trying for a reaction but getting nothing. 

“Baby?”

“Give her a little blood,” Klaus says quickly, not caring who does it. 

Kol beats his brothers to it, biting his wrist and forcing you to drink. At the same time, Elijah grabs the water bottle from beside the bed, steals an ice cube from inside, and places it on your cheeks. The sudden cold sensation, plus the healing blood, shocks you out of a daze.

“What happened there, love? Are you alright?”

You look around, at the room, the company - your boys, - and then take a deep breath. “Okay. Just overstimulated.”

“Did we go too far?” Kol asks worriedly. 

You look up and cradle his face with your palms, “no, sweetheart. It was perfect.” You look at the two on your other side. “You were all perfect.”

“You scared us there for a second, baby,” Elijah says, standing up.

You almost answer with a sassy reply, but then remember that’s how this whole thing started. Instead, you say, “can we cuddle now?”

Kol mutters in agreement and curls up beside you, but the other two insist on just a little bit of aftercare first. 

“You already did that. You gave me blood. That’s enough for now. Come cuddle.”

“Technically only Kol gave you his blood. Which is why I’m not scolding him right now for not helping us. But we’ll be with you in just a moment.” 

With a pouty face, you curl up into the youngest, burying your face in his chest. Klaus removes the towel from underneath you, while Elijah uses a baby wipe on your skin to clean the wax. He then puts a salve on your swollen clit, which he knows must be throbbing from overstimulation, as well as a lotion on your stomach where Klaus’ nails scratched. Only after they’re sure you’re well taken care of do they join you on the bed. After a second, they smile to themselves, realizing you’re already fast asleep. 

[majosullivan]

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If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt while traveling the sea, it’s that prophecies can really range from being the silliest of tales to the most horrific things you will ever of having the dismay of laying your eyes on

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Like I’ll visit one castle and their prophecy will be ‘It’s been destined that the beacon will use this frog to predict the future so we can prepare for it :)’ and then the next castle I visit will have a prophecy like ‘It is been foretold from centuries past that the beacon shall arrive and save us from a plague that has been taunting us since ancient time. Through sacrifical ritual, they shall free us from this torment’

#like who is coming up with these #are you guys doing okay???

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got trapped in unending darkness surrounded by voices

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GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB-

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Does anyone else feel like the surface god is just toying with you how they please. They think they’re so funny. Well I’m about to be hilarious

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this feels so threatening, are you doing okay op?

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GUYS I MIGHT BE GOING INSANE BUT I’M CURRENTLY OUTSIDE TRAINING AND I SWEAR I JUST SAW ONE OF THE RULERS AT MY CASTLE GO FLYING OUT THE CASTLE WINDOW

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NOT INSANE, A GROUP OF HIS PEOPLE JUST CAME SWIMMING OUT CALLING AFTER HIM, OH MY GOD I CAN’T BREATH

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UPDATE: THEY’RE COMING BACK WITH HIM NOW AND HE MUST HAVE FALLEN INTO A SCHOOL OF PRETTY VICIOUS FISH CAUSE HE’S COVERED IN BITE MARKS AND THERE’S STILL ONE BITING HIM. I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO CRACK A RIB

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Alright guys which mini god from the ones y’all know about do you think you could take

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IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT

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Blocked blocked blocked. None of you are seeing the light of the surface

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Life is so fucking unfair cause kelp dragons are SO beautiful and magnificent and enchanting and I would do ANYTHING to get up close to or even pet one, but the moment one would see me they would immediately try to swallow me whole like a shrimp

#they’re so pretty and for what #AND FOR WHAT?! #I just want to give them a little kiss on top of your head… #is that too much to ask?

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🔱 poisedposeidon Follow

THE BEACON IS TWENTY???

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THEY SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB…

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h

HUH?

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I’m sorry, the beacon is WHAT?

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No because like my castle’s prophecy is nearing 200 years old and I’ve met a ton of people whose prophecies are over twice that age. How in the name of the Surface God are they only 20?

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Okay this post just unlocked some long dormant memories in my brain and if I don’t talk about it with someone outside my castle I think I’ll lose my mind so you guys better be sitting down.

For some context: until around 7-8 years ago, my people were under almost constant threat of these giant sea snakes because they had unknowingly killed the head of their den. Savage things. Would take any opportunity to attack us. We couldn’t even find a new castle cause they would follow us everywhere. Because of all this, our elders ended up creating a prophecy, which stated that the Beacon would eat the carcass of the head snake, causing the rest of the sea snakes to leave us alone.

So when I was like 13, the Beacon had arrived at our castle to fulfil our prophecy, and as you can expect, we were all very excited and I remember trying to get to the front of the crowd as fast as possible to see them. They were like nothing I have ever seen before and have seen since, we all were in complete awe of them. However, the thing about them that ended up surprising me the most was that they were young. Like, pretty damn young. They looked a little younger than me. So while our monarch quickly went to make sure all the preparations were complete, they entrusted my parents with making sure the Beacon was comfortable, giving my family the opportunity to have small chat with them. Curiousity getting the better of me, I asked how old they were. 13. They said they’re 13 years old. They were MY age. I didn’t know what to do at that point and basically throughout the entire time our prophecy was being completed, my mind was just stuck thinking about if I was destined to eat that giant smelly snake

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Ex

EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME???

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WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

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I need a whole day to fully process that prophecy alone what in the actual fuck

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Did…

…did they eat the snake carcass?

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THE WHOLE THING…

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and people still think I was exaggerating about how wild prophecies are. How in the entire sea does being attacked by sea snakes lead to the Beacon needing to eat a giant carcass? Who is coming up with these solutions? Show me their workings

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The Beacon arriving at another castle to help people fulfil their prophecy, only to find that it’s another one written by freaks:

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t

th

…the beacon is real?

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HELLO?

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Sandy get back here right now what do u MEAN you didn’t know the Beacon was real???

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MY PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS SAID THE BEACON WAS JUST PART OF ANCIENT MYTHOLOGY…we were always told growing up that prophecies and the lot were just stories and such. You’re telling me that there’s actually a divine being going around helping people by eating snakes and stuff???

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Y E A H

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WHAT THE HELL

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This whole post is a mess holy shit

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[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Are we still pro Maegor and his wives playing with his niece? Cuz I’ve been thinking

You think at a certain point the wives don’t bother fucking Maegor anymore? They don’t need to. When it comes to pleasure, Maegor gets it watching them use his little niece. And as for breeding? He’s found a Targaryen who can give him heirs, he’s satisfied

The wives might even consider the niece just as much theirs as she is Maegor’s

If any of the wives want to touch her or pleasure her or have her do the same to them, they just take her. They’ll be “inspecting her health” by stripping her naked and touching all parts of her bare body. Lifting her arms, squeezing her breasts to check for pregnancy, and many MANY times… fingering her pussy and licking it and toying with her clit. They tell her it’s in the name of health and she wants to be a good wife and give her husband an heir right? This is now

By the time Maegor arrives to fuck her, the wives have her ready. Either shivering from orgasm after orgasm or desperate from beinf edged and edged with no release. They’ll be holding her body exposed with her needy cunt absolutely dripping and throbbing from a full day’s worth of torment

They’ll hold her and tease her while Maegor fucks, move her body with their hands. Some might degrade her, hold her legs over her shoulders and order her to watch Maegor’s cock enter her repeatedly, while the others rub her clit and pinch and suck on her nipples. They tease her about how easily her hole is taking him and how she’s no noble lady, but a royal whore. Her holes and body are property of the realm.

I wonder if only Maegor is allowed to give her permission to cum, and the wives take full advantage of edging her in between

On the nights when Maegor was originally supposed to fuck them, they’ve taken to calling her in and having Maegor fuck her while they ride her face. It’s become something they tease her about. Saying they’ll call for their fuckhole. Or their womb. And Maegor just uses her cunt in place of everyone’s symbolically. While the wives also get to enjoy her to the fullest

Sometimes they’ve taken to bringing her to Maegor “for punishment”

He doesn’t need an excuse. He’ll strip her naked and make her walk before grabbing her hips and holding them while he enters her aggressively. Almost lifting her body off the floor and making her shake. He has her crawl back to the wives again for them to lick at and stroke her, having her eat each of them out one by one.

Sometimes everyone is more gentle. And they’ll even bathe together. Though if Maegor joins the wives hold niece’s body and move it so she rides his cock, holding up her arms and moving her hips, telling her it’s improper to bathe before taking the king’s seed

But if she’s left to the wives alone, they’ll fill the water with perfumes and all kinds of aphrodisiacs. All of them will get in with her and desperately touch and kiss her like sex starved madwomen. That’s when they’re LESS gentle. Passionate yes. Gentle no.

The wives feel personally responsible for the slut they think she’s become. They consider themselves the ones who made her. So they take more and more pride when Maegor fucks her, even fingering her in front of him and spreading her cunt invitingly

The day is spent “training” her you see. Or “bonding” with her, whatever you like to call it. They promise rewards if she becomes pregnant. Maybe they’ll allow ONE orgasm. Just maybe

If it takes her longer to get pregnant she may end up filled with aphrodisiacs again and tied to the bed, with Maegor spending a full day filling her again and again, before ordering the wives to make sure it takes. They’d most likely plug her cunt but tell her if a single drop of his cum leaks, she’ll be punished….

Niece wife had best hope she fulfills her role as the royal womb

I am always pro Maegor and his wives playing with his niece 🔥🔥🔥

It's not that only Maegor is allowed to let her cum, it's just that the wives love to see the royal Targaryen whore begging.

Maegor loves that his wives have made his sweet niece their whore. Imagine Maegor has just fucked one of his wife and she summoned you to clean her up. Imagine Maegor fucking you as she ride your face.

Imagine the wives continue to rub aphrodisiac oil on you as Maegor fucks you, making you watch his cock using your cunt. Imagine them making you drink fertility medicine every day

Imagine you are pregnant, very much showing. Imagine the wives bathing with you. The water is laced with all sorts of aphrodisia. Fingering you, kissing you, sucking and pulling your tits, touching your pregnant belly. Like you said, they are not gentle at all but extremely passionate, but also whispering humiliating and degrading things in your ears.

Imagine Maegor joining the bath. The wives making you fuck him while still playing with your body. Them telling Maegor how good of a whore you are and that you will give him/them many sons.

Imagine the wives consider your children as theirs as well because they were all involved in the conceiving process.

Imagine even when you are giving birth they are touching you. They are all there because it's their son you are giving birth to.

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[halfmoth-halfman]

karma is a cat purring in my lap

Pairing: Mob Boss!Price x F!Reader Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: very minor spoilers for designer dress, mention of animal death, a cat with a vendetta Disclaimer: I do not own modern warfare or any of the modern warfare characters. A/N: oop the cat drabble got a little longer than i expected but oh well i had fun with it

The cat is a wretched creature made of a vicious hatred that could rival only the Devil himself.

A spiteful little thing so eager to sink its fangs into every inch of flesh it sees, and Price has to wonder how Roach got it into the manor in the first place.

They try to lure it out from the corner it’s tucked itself into, try to coax it from where it lounges just atop one of the massive bookshelves, but every attempt is met with hisses and swipes of those streets-sharpened claws. When the cat decides it’s finally had enough, it resorts to slinking across the higher shelves and knocking off the thickest books it can find. The heavy tomes land with a loud thud every time until one falls onto Soap’s face and blood bursts from his nose.

They let it be after that, resigned to allowing it to nest atop that bookshelf where it watches them almost smugly. 

Rudy tries to tempt it away at the end of the day, shaking a bowl of freshly filleted fish and ground meats in the cat’s direction. The cat watches him, tail swishing back and forth against the spines of the books it’s perched upon, but it never moves.

Rudy gives up after half an hour, leaving the bowl behind in a frustrated and defeated huff. 

Roach checks on it the next morning to find the bowl empty, curiously looking around the room for any sign of their tiny intruder. It isn’t long until he spots the meat-smeared paw-prints trailing into the kitchen, and when he follows them—

—Roach has never seen such a mess, bits of food smeared across the table, the chairs, even the windows. It’ll take forever to clean properly, and Roach wonders if the cat actually ate any of the food before it turned the dining room into a meat-based Jackson Pollock painting.

A small chirp catches his ear, and he turns to find the cat sitting in the doorway, head tilted, paws licked clean, and whiskers twitching. It chirps again, almost like it’s…laughing at him? Surely it couldn’t—

Roach takes a step forward and the cat turns to run with lightning speed, taking its place back atop its books.

From there, the cat’s behavior only worsens.

It only acts at night when everyone is asleep, picking its targets at random; a suspicious display of intelligence that sets the house on edge.

Ghost is its first victim, waking up early in the morning to find his bedroom door cracked open and his collection of masks lying in shreds on the floor. He storms through the manor searching for the culprit in a blazing fury only to find the cat lying in front of the fireplace in Price’s office on a bed of shredded cloth. The cat darts away the moment Ghost catches it, evading him with surprising nimbleness to disappear into the manor. 

Alex is a repeat target, much to his frustration. It’s following him, he thinks, but every time he checks his surroundings there’s no sign of it. Yet it somehow always manages to appear whenever Alex decides to eat, knocking something over to distract the man only to take a swipe at his plate the moment Alex looks away. Alex cleans five meals from the dining room rug before he goes to Price.

The cat never stops in its journey of torment. It chews König’s socks and boots until they’re deformed and soggy, sneaks into Price’s closet to tear at his clothes, steals Valeria’s jewelry to hide it in the houseplants, and screams at the top of its little lungs outside Alejandro’s room at random hours in the night. 

They have to do something, but they can’t get the cat to leave. It outsmarts them at every turn, disappearing into crevices of the manor they never knew were there. 

Price doesn’t care how it’s handled, whether they choose to let the cat live or get rid of it another way. He gives his people free rein to deal with it how they see fit with only one exception: keep the cat away from Canary. 

Their relationship is so precarious already, and he wants her only focus to be on recovering. The last thing she needs is this tiny demon to ruin her clothes or destroy her meals. 

The next day is spent with a manhunt for the cat. 

They search every corner of the manor, leaving no stone unturned and no room unchecked. Every inch of the manor grounds is scoured in search of the hellion, but the cat seems to have disappeared. There’s a small murmur of disappointment, but mostly relief as they conclude that the cat must’ve finally tired of them and run off.

Price finally relaxes the tension from his shoulders, weaving through the manor halls to check on Canary. 

He’s never been a cat person, and this kind of nonsense is exactly why. If he’d had his way they would’ve taken that damned cat and–

“Are you warm enough?” Canary’s soft voice drifts out of her room, a light, happy tone that Price hasn’t heard from her in so long. 

Her door is slightly open, and Price inches toward the gap to peer inside. He’s careful not to make too much noise and startle her, not wanting to disturb her in any way. Not if she’s having a good day. 

He’ll just check on her, and then he’ll leave. 

“Oh, what a big stretch!” Canary coos. 

Price nearly trips in his steps, catching himself at the last minute. 

Who is she talking to–

Oh. 

When he peeks inside, he spots Canary in bed, lying on her side to face the door. She’d see him easily if she were to look up, but she’s too preoccupied with the cat sprawled on its back in front of her. Legs in the air, it bats softly at her wiggling fingers as she pokes and rubs its belly. 

The cat rolls onto its stomach, lazily crawling up the bed until it reaches Canary’s face and gives her a gentle lick on the nose. 

Canary laughs softly, and it’s the best thing Price has heard in months. He’s craved that sound for so long, begging every higher power for her to find something to bring her joy again. 

Canary shifts to lay on her back, the cat immediately curling up on her chest and nestling its head under her chin. She softly strokes along its head, a gentle smile gracing her face. 

Price lets out a small, contented hum just quiet enough for Canary not to hear, but the cat’s ears twitch. Those wide, watchful eyes snap open, staring straight into his soul. 

He’s never seen a cat glare before, but he’s certain he has now. It looks downright threatening, daring him to come closer and disturb their little sanctuary. 

He understands now. This isn’t some random stray that decided to make the manor their home. This is the answer to his late-night prayers, his pleas for Canary to be happy once again. She’s been handed a new friend, a creature to give her the affection and comfort she so desperately needs, but they have been delivered a harbinger of retribution. Canary is too healed to try and give them the karma they deserve, but this cat has proudly taken up the job for her. 

Somewhere in the world, a finger's just curled down into the palm of a monkey's paw.

Canary shifts, a small wince as she moves her head too quickly and the bandages catch. 

The cat purrs loudly, nuzzling as far into her as it can, and Canary’s wince slowly turns to that stunning smile Price has missed so much. 

Price has never been a cat person, and will probably never settle with the future havoc this cat is sure to wreak, but if that possessed creature is able to bring Canary even a small amount of solace? 

He’s willing to try.

[mollysolo]

Hiii can I request (if they’re open) of Eddie Munson x reader where maybe the reader flirts with him but he kinda thinks she’s joking or making fun or something?

I’m Being Serious, Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson X gn!Reader

Summary: Eddie is unable to see how serious you are whenever you flirt with him as a result of his past.

Warnings: Mentions of Eddie being bullied and some cursing.

Word Count: 915

a/n: i hope you like this!

Eddie came into your place of work, Family Video, every week and a half to trade in the last movie he had rented and pick out a new one.

You had seen him around school a bunch of times prior to your graduation from Hawkins High.

You had always thought that he was handsome and you wanted to talk to him, but your best friend, Steve told you to not go through with that. Steve always claimed all throughout high school that Eddie was ‘bad news’.

But you never believed Steve when he said this. To you, Eddie looked kind and shy and he had the kind of pretty eyes that made you want to stare at him forever.

Every time he visited the store, you tried to flirt with him but he never responded to you and you wondered if he thought that you were playing some sort of prank on him. You thought that this might be a possible answer to your problem as you were friends with Steve and he wasn’t as nice as he is now when you were in high school.

Just a few years ago, you had convinced Steve to apologize for what he had done to Eddie and Eddie never had any idea that you were the reason Steve apologized.

But luckily for you on this sunny Saturday afternoon, you were the only one working during Eddie’s routine visit to the store. You just hoped he would show up this week.

You wanted to change what he thought about you.

Currently, you were putting all of the returned ‘Star Wars’ tapes back onto their shelf, not really paying attention to anything else around you as the store was empty at the moment.

Seeing as you were the only employee in the store, Eddie swiftly walked up to you once he spotted you and tapped your shoulder, accidentally startling you in the process.

You let out a sharp gasp and pressed your hand to your chest, “Jesus Christ, Eddie, you scared the shit out of me.” you said, your eyes wide.

“Sorry,” he quietly said as his eyes seemed to dart around the area, “I’m ready to check this out.” he told you as he held up an old copy of the movie ‘Carrie’.

“Alright, pretty boy. I’ll be over in just a sec.” you replied, a soft smile on your face as you took five more tapes from the cart in one hand.

He smiled back at you, but you could tell it wasn’t genuine and you knew in that moment that your suspicions were true, he thought you were playing a prank on him. You frowned to yourself as he walked over to the register.

Little did you know, Eddie thought so poorly of you because of the one specific person you surrounded yourself with in high school. He just wanted to avoid being tormented all over again.

You then walked up behind the counter a few minutes later and typed the movie into the computer in front of you, a calm look on your face.

“That’ll be $6.” you told him, turning to face him as you placed one of your hands on your hip.

He quickly handed you the money he owed and just seconds after his receipt was done printing, you quickly wrote your number on it with a pen that was conveniently right next to the printer.

“Call me.” you said with a bright smile as you handed him his receipt.

He raised his eyebrows with confusion but this confusion went away the second he read what you had written on his receipt.

“No thanks, I’d rather not be at the receiving end of another prank.” he told you as he stuffed the piece of paper into the front pocket on his jacket, a sad look on his face.

Your eyes met his right away as you began to speak, “I’m being serious, Munson.” you replied.

He then rolled his eyes at you and said, “How do I know your not some asshole like your friend Harrington?”

You took a deep breath then opened your mouth to talk again, “Do you remember when Steve apologized to you junior year?” you asked him, your hands now lightly resting on the counter right in front of you.

“Yeah. But what does that have to do with anything?” he asked in response as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“He apologized to you because I had convinced him to, I was tired of seeing that look on your face whenever he came up to you and insulted you. I didn’t like seeing the boy I was secretly in love with look so miserable. And I only promised to stay friends with Steve if he apologized and changed his ways.” you explained to Eddie, a shocked look slowly appeared on his face while you spoke.

He raised one of his eyebrows, “Is all of that true?” he asked, still not completely convinced.

“Yes, it is. I have no reason to ever lie to you, Eddie.” you told him with a sincere look in your eyes.

Eddie smiled at you for a moment then spoke again, “Alright, I’ll call you soon then, sweetheart.” he said with a wink and a smile before he left the store.

You smiled right back at him as left, your cheeks blushing. You were glad that you were able to show him that you weren’t the mean person he thought you were.

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[look-at-the-soul]

Love takes two -Part 1

Emmett x reader (AQP2) Cillian Murphy

Request (s) by anon prompt request

Finally I was able to finish this request (it’s a combination of two different requests I got from lovely anons ♥️ I’m sorry it took me so long!)

And also my little celebration for @cillmequick birthday (I remember it was in July) and for your 6 month tumblr anniversary -that’s probably a year now..) dear Alex thank you for being a lovely human being and all the Cillian smutty stories you share, I’m a bit behind in my reading but slowly catching up 🥰✨ xxx

Summary: Emmett gets protective around you, even in the smallest things. But after a night around a bonfire with friends he’s forced to be honest about his feelings. Just like you.

A knock on the door startled him at first, but then he realized there was only one person in the entire island who would stop by to see him.

“I’m not here.” He answered and chuckled at his own joke, then he saw your head poking with the signature smile and wild hair by the door.

“Okay, I’m looking for Mr. Hologram.” You smiled widely.

“What did you do this time, Y/N?” He finally dragged his gaze from his work to your face and like every single time he did that, you feel like you were kicked by a horse in the stomach.

“Me? Nothing.” You stated innocently, he should be used by now to help you with almost everything; opening a bottle of something, surviving… “We’re having a little bonfire, I was wondering if you want to come?”

“We?”

“Just a couple of friends.”

There was a small disapproval groan, but you knew him so well, so you rushed to try to convince him.

“Please, just for a little while… you don’t have to chat with them.” He was an introvert or not very fond of everyone, Emmett was always by himself… and with you most of the time because you didn’t really give him much choice. “Emmett?”

Batting your lashes and you knew that would do the trick.

“Don’t say that, they’re nice people.”

“Hmm.” He raised his eyebrows. “Just because you still have hope in humans, it doesn’t mean they’re.”

“Emmett! They’re.” You insisted. Partly because you believe, partly because you loved saying the opposite than him. “I made dinner.” You bit your lip.

He was cleaning his hands with a cloth, so he flipped his head in an attempt to move his fringe away, but to you it was the sexiest thing he could do.

“Fine you win, I just need to take a shower first.”

You made a victory little dance and told him you’d be waiting for him.

“Don’t make the same mistake I did, Emmett.” Daniel “the coach” advised stepping into the room. “You don’t want to grow old and lonely like me, trust me.”

Emmett gave him a long look. He knew his story, Coach had loved a woman when he was young but he didn’t have anything to offer to her so he stepped back, later in life he got an opportunity into coaching professional football, when he went back to her because he was financially stable he found out she had married someone else. After waiting for him for years to ask her out she decided to move on because she never knew he was in love with her.

“I don’t understand your point.” Emmett tried to play the fool.

“You like her.” Coach stated firmly.

Emmett pretended to clean the tools he had been using. “Everybody likes her.”

“She’s a great girl, what are you waiting for?”

“I think someone younger would be better fit for her.”

“Is that your best excuse?” Coach shook his head in disapproval. “Get rid of the beard, that’s the best way to look younger.”

Emmett saw him disappear outside with the handsaw, leaving him alone with only the feelings he had been secretly developing for you along with that noisy whisper in the back of his mind tormenting him over and over, repeating there was no way you could like him back.

Right?

“Given the fact that we don’t have a lot of things, this looks lovely.” Alex admitted taking a step back to admire the work the two of you made.

“Thank you for helping me.”

“Wait a second, there’s one extra place.” She eyed you suspiciously.

“That’s for Emmett.”

“Why it doesn’t surprise me?” She sighed loudly.

Trying to distract yourself with the candles. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing.”

Alex crossed her arms, but decided to not press the topic anymore. If you didn’t feel like talking yet, she’d give you space.

For now.

You felt cornered, it was hard to keep something from her but luckily Emmett appeared in your eyesight and you waved at him, giving Alex a sign to keep it to herself. Shaking her head, she walked away to bring out the plates.

“You came!” The smile on your face couldn’t get any bigger.

“Of course, you invited me.” He chuckled.

“Never seen this before.” You pointed it at his shirt, a deep emerald that lighted his eyes even more beautifully than they already were.

He blushed slightly and a nervous laugh escaped his lips, he chose it because it was the only decent and dressy shirt he had for an occasion like that, the rest were dirty or stained.

“Hey! Can I’ve some help?” Alex asked from the house. “Don’t stay there!” She called over the two of you again.

“Better go, before the creatures hear her.” Emmett swore he said it to himself but you were close enough to listen. It was hard to hold your laugh, after the invasion you barely laughed afraid you wouldn’t be able to control the volume and attract them, but not this time.

“What’s so funny?” Alex demanded to know, looking between the two of you.

“Emmett just told me a joke.” You lied wiping the tears away.

As Emmett emerged with his arms full of boxes with drinks, you decided to busy yourself by offering him some help. Oblivious that Alex was keeping an eye on the two of you.

People started to show up, someone brought his guitar, while another person was offering everybody homemade sweets. Dinner was amazing and having the chance to celebrate with the most important people was something you felt extremely grateful for, even if your birthday had already passed. Between laughs and an endless chat, you were now enjoying a piece of a homemade cake, it was like tasting a piece of heaven in your mouth.

The group had been sharing memories before the invasion, it was great to hear he most memorable birthday celebration from each other.

“Bet you’re eager to share yours.” You teased Emmett who was sitting on your left.

“Absolutely.” He replied raising his eyebrows. “Thrilled actually.”

That was one of the things you liked about him the most, he was always able to catch your hint of sarcasm and replied back the same, it was like your little private joke.

“Oh damn it!” Alex mumbled. “Y/N, can you pass me the fork? It’s next to your feet.” She pointed out from her seat on the picnic bench in front of you.

As you were still laughing from what Emmett said, you started to bend down to pick it up, her eyes on you as you moved. But to her surprise, Emmett’s hand was moving at speed to cover the corner of the table, so you wouldn’t hurt yourself.

“Thank you.” You smiled shyly at him.

For him it was the most natural thing to do, but to her, it was all she needed to confirm the thoughts that had been running in her mind.

She thanked you after taking her fork. “Should we go and play some music?”

As the group moved towards the bonfire, you looked at Emmett.

“You should join them.” He encouraged, stealing glances at the group.

“Can’t leave you alone to clean up, can I?”

“Y/N it’s fine, really.”

Biting your lip you stared at him. Feeling like sometimes he was pushing you away.

“The night is young, go.” He repeated just as Alex was coming to get you.

“Come on let’s dance!”

You nodded and followed her, feeling a bit off about Emmett. Perhaps you were too pushy with him, trying to be friendly or make him feel part of the group. But as the cheering started for your arrival, it lifted you up and you decided to have a good time, kicking the sand, clapping and doing your best effort to sing along.

Emmett’s eyes landed on you from afar, you were dancing and singing with the small group.

Your cheerful spirit attracted lots of attention, it was inevitable, your carefree attitude, signature happy character and that smile that seemed to be tattooed on your face made you be surrounded by people all the time.

It was one of the things he admired about you the most, despite everything, the things you’ve been through after the invasion, losing your loved ones, that didn’t turn you into a resentful person. All the opposite, it made your heart kinder, softer.

Constantly he asked himself why you cared so much about people who probably wasn’t even worth it. But deep down he knew… because you still believed in good people, you still trusted them.

Wild hair bouncing in different direction made him go back to reality, your cheerful sweet voice made him snap out as you shouted his name while waving at him.

“What are you doing all by yourself?” You asked sitting next to him over the old tree trunk. “You should come.”

“Trying to avoid your disastrous performance.” Emmett teased, ending his words with a chuckle.

“Ugh that rum gets into my brain faster,” you groaned.

“If that’s your excuse…”

“So what’s yours? To be on your own when it’s a beautiful night like this one.”

Sometimes he still wonder how a chatterer like you could’ve made your way through his skin to take a place within his broken heart and leave a permanent mark. Over the weeks since the two of you met, it was as if you opened up his dark and lonely heart, took a chair and declared you would stay there until you made him smile and help him enjoy life again.

“How is it possible that you’re always happy and enthusiastic in a shitty world like this?” Emmett asked after a few moments.

And regretted it immediately, realizing how bitter he sounded.

“Sorry about that, it didn’t come out right.” Worry danced through his eyes, you noticed right before he looked down.

“So what am I supposed to do? Cross my arms and put on an angry face to push everyone away?”

“I don’t have an angry face.” He tried to defend himself.

“Absolutely not, you’re the most friendly human being around,” you nodded making a funny face. “It seems that you already forgot how we met.”

Flashback

Focusing on his surroundings, he was now used to the loud thoughts in the back of his mind, talking to himself most of the time for survival purposes.

He was walking midway across the bridge when he heard a small noise behind his back. He was quick to take his weapon from his shoulder and turn around pointing it in every direction in an attempt to protect himself.

But his heartbeat stopped as he saw the female figure before him.

“You shouldn’t sneak around like that, you know?” He whispered.

“Are you always that friendly?” You asked with a hint of sarcasm.

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“Fabulous, me neither… let’s be not-friends.” You extended your hand at him. “Y/N.”

Emmett placed his weapon back on his shoulder, and fixed his eyes on you with a defeated sigh.

“Emmett. What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know, just needed some air and a suntan.” You shuddered. “I’m looking for food.”

He wanted to laugh, for the first time in months, he felt something. And in that very moment he realized that you were one of the very few people around worth saving.

“Do you trust a stranger like that all the time? This is a dangerous place right now.”

“Again with the pessimism, Em?” You shuddered. “You don’t look like the kind of people who goes around with bad intentions. I saw you back there, when you had the chance to steal, you didn’t.”

His chest raised from the long breath he took. One more look at you and another one towards the long road ahead.

“Come on, I know a place safe.” He covered his nose and mouth with the old piece of shirt.

End of flashback

“I knew you were a good person right away.” You mumbled letting your eyes swim in the depth of his eyes. “And look at you, that day you found the best damn thing that’s happened to you after the invasion.”

That made him chuckle, just like every single thing you did and said.

“There’s no point to fight that.”

Your heart was doing a strange thing; drumming like it was in a rush to come out of your chest and skipping beats from time to time, specially when his clear eyes were looking intensely at you.

“I’ve something for you.” He announced looking at the ground one of his hands started fishing inside the shirt pocket. “Happy birthday, Y/N I made you this.”

As you were about to ask how could he remember it was your birthday, he showed you a small square of fabric covering a pendant in the form of a flower made of wood. “Emmett it’s beautiful!”

It was something delicate and simple, but to you it meant everything that he made it from scratch.

Without even thinking about it, you threw yourself into his arms. This was the first and only gift you’ve received, as his hands came to rest to your back and his masculine scent intoxicated your senses, you suddenly realized of your impulsive actions and how much he protected his personal space. So you broke the embrace.

“Sorry, I got over excited… thank you so much!”

His eyes were fixed on you as you put it on.

“It’s just something small.” He tried to explain.

“You’re really talented.”

Clicking his tongue he felt the urge to hide his hands.

“Emmett you need to learn to accept compliments, look at the table,” you pointed at the object next to you, “this is a gift, you create beautiful pieces.”

“Well thank you.”

You loved the shy look he gave you.

Nervously you placed your hair behind your ears. “No, thank you.”

“Y/N…”

Staring at his profile, you noticed the freckles kissing his face, neck and the part of his chest that was visible, the moonlight spread shadows beautifully in certain parts of his features, and you couldn’t help but wonder how would his beard feel against your skin.

There was no use in trying to deny it any longer, you had to be honest with yourself… you were in love with this man, and maybe as an introvert he needed a little push. Perhaps if you open up to him, he would do the same.

“Yes?”

Taking a deep breath, you decided you’d take the lead, after the invasion changed everything you decided you wouldn’t miss the chance. What if taking the risk was worth it?

He gave you one more look and you waited patiently.

As Emmett felt you turning your body towards him and the peonies scent of your skin hit him, he looked at your beautiful and delicate features in the dim light.

You were young, beautiful and funny, a walking sunshine. How could he even think of standing a chance to be with a goddess like you?

Fixing his eyes on his hands, he stood up.

“Nothing I just hope you have a blast, goodnight.”

And he left without another word or even a look. Confusion took over you, in equal amount as disappointment. You regretted deeply everything in that very moment. How did you come to think he’d look at you differently? To him you were nothing but a friend, someone who was always joking.

“You’re supposed to be having fun.” Your friend stated, taking the seat next to you.

“I am, Alex.”

“Really? Then you need to say it to your face.” And she pulled you up, towards the bonfire.

****

“You are what?” Alex asked with a shocked expression as she was watching you getting ready.

“Going out with Mark.” You repeated putting on the sandals.

“I didn’t know you guys were seeing each other.” She was majorly confused.

Turning your head to her, you nodded. “He asked me after the bonfire.”

“And… you like him?”

Sighing you paced the room. “Alex what’s with all the questionnaire? I thought you wanted me to have someone.”

Leaning back, she started playing with her sandal, balancing it in her toe. “I thought you liked Emmett.”

From side to side, you saw her sandal move like a pendulum. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh, you wanna play like that? Fine… stealing glances at him all the time, joining him for his daily walks when he clearly wants to be alone, going to his place with the most ridiculous excuses just to be close, him acting all protective around you…”

“We’re… friends.” You stammered looking away, feeling caught by your best friend. “Can you stop that please?” You were altered.

“Jesus.” She noticed you were in a mood. “He’s grumpy and bearish. You’ve nothing in common how can you say he’s your friend?” She needed to push your buttons.

“That’s a wrong impression most of the people here have.” You defended him. “He’s kind and funny.”

“And?”

You wanted to say that he was smart and well educated and a great cook, but that would only make her suspicious grow.

“I’ve known you since we were in the wombs of our mothers, Y/N. You can’t lie to me.”

There was a long silence, and it was endless.

“I’m in love with him, okay? I don’t know how, but it happened. I love spending time with him, he makes me feel safe, like I can be myself. He makes me love the person I am when we’re together… but it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t like me back, to him I’m just his friend.”

Pouring your soul and feelings to your best friend didn’t change anything, but it made you feel lighter, just as Alex was about to say that she knew there was something between the two of you by Emmett’s protectiveness, Mark arrived.

“I better go.”

“If you’ve feelings for Emmett, this date is useless you know that, right?” She had never seeing you like this before.

“Everything is useless to be honest, but it’s either this date or yelling so a creature would come at me.”

“As dramatic as always.”She rolled her eyes right before watching you and Mark disappear.

It had only been ten minutes when there was a knock, Alex thought you forgot something so she opened the door to scold you, but instead she found the last person she had in mind.

“Emmett?”

“Hey, it’s Y/N here?”

For an instant, Alex felt sorry for him. “She’s out tonight… Mark asked her on a date.”

His jaw clenched, hands curled in tight fits just as an avalanche of emotions flashed in his blue eyes.

***

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a perfect fit - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: After fleeing the Royal Ball, Y/N knew she had no chance of ever seeing the Prince again. But Prince Bucky is determined to find her. Pairing: Prince!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of abuse and violence, blood, being cut by glass, Y/N’s stepfamily belittling and degrading her, Y/N doubting herself, and her parents dying. Also the cheesy fairytale love at first sight tropes and all that good stuff I love so much, hahaha. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: This is part two of my Cinderella AU, because I’m a sucker for a happy ending... and writing PrinceCharming!Bucky, as it turns out. You can read part one here if you haven’t already.

Not beta’d, so any mistakes are my own.

When she awakens the next morning, for a moment Y/N thinks the night before was little more than a dream. It’s only when she sees the glass slipper beside her bed, shining in the early morning light, that she remembers how real it all was. The memories come flooding back. She really did dance with Prince Bucky, and spent the whole night with him. Unfortunately, now she has to go back to her regular life. But that doesn’t mean she can’t hold onto the memories a little while longer. After hiding the slipper, she soon busies herself making breakfast for her stepfamily, whilst pretending like nothing happened at all. 

Inside, though, she’s so happy that she wants to burst.

“Good morning.” She smiles, placing down each plate and teacup in front of her stepmother and stepsisters. “How was the ball?” She asks, trying to hide her grin. All she can think of is Prince Bucky, and the warmth of his smile. The way he looked at her still makes her heart beat that much faster. 

“It was awful.” One of her stepsisters huffs, and Y/N raises a brow.

“Really? How so? You were dressed so beautifully. I thought Prince James would’ve been enthralled by you.” It still feels odd to call him Prince James, rather than Bucky. In the few hours they spent together, the pair really connected, as if they were close friends. But that only reminds Y/N of how she’s never going to see him again.

“Prince James didn’t even look at us! Some other princess caught his attention, and he spent the WHOLE NIGHT WITH HER!” she whines. 

“And then she just ran away from him!” The other gasps. “Imagine running away from Prince James! She doesn’t even know how lucky she was!” As her stepsisters continue to wail about how unfair everything is, Y/N nods along, feigning shock. Although, all she wants to do is laugh. Her stepmother and stepsisters have tormented her for so long, yet they couldn’t even remember what she looks like, too ignorant to realise it was her that Prince Bucky wanted. The mystery princess they’re talking about is right under their noses.

“Didn’t you hear? She left one of her shoes behind. The Prince is searching for her now.” When she hears that, Y/N almost drops the plate she’s holding in shock. He’s looking for her. Maybe she has a chance after all. A part of her wants to tell the three of them the truth right there and then and rush out to find Bucky. But she can’t. Not now. She has to wait for the opportunity to present itself. But she can’t stop a little happiness from peeking through. As her stepfamily eats, Y/N refills their tea and fetches more food for them, humming a happy tune to herself. 

“You seem rather… happy this morning.” Her stepmother frowns. “More so than usual, anyway.”

“Do I, stepmother? I hadn’t noticed. I suppose it’s just such a wonderful sunny day that I guess I’m in a sunny mood.” She chuckles, paying no mind to her words. Yet, it’s enough to get her stepmother thinking. The tune Y/N is humming seems so familiar, and she’s never seen her so happy before. Something must have happened whilst they were gone.

“How about you? What did you do while we were gone?” For a moment, Y/N’s eyes widen slightly, only adding to her stepmother’s suspicion.

“Well, I finished my chores and then… I read my book for a while before bed. Nothing too exciting.” Y/N replies. Yet, her stepmother remains unconvinced. She knows she’s hiding something, she just doesn’t know how to prove it.

But she’ll find out what it is. One way or another.

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When she finally has a free moment, Y/N rushes back upstairs, ready to think about the night before. She closes the door, finally letting out a small, happy squeal.

“I believe this is yours, isn’t it?” A voice speaks from behind her, the sudden noise making her jump. When Y/N turns, she sees her stepmother standing there. As soon as she sees what she’s holding, Y/N’s stomach drops. Gripped tightly in her stepmother’s hands… is her remaining glass slipper. “Imagine that. A glass slipper. Just like the one belonging to the mystery girl Prince James is so desperately looking for.” She gets up, stalking towards Y/N. “And yet, I found it in my stepdaughter’s bedroom. When she was under explicit instructions not to attend the ball.” The entire time, her voice remains eerily calm and monotone. With each step she takes, getting closer and closer to her each time, Y/N’s heart pounds so strongly it could break through her ribcage. “It is yours, isn’t it?” She hisses, and Y/N nods, deciding it would be best to accept whatever’s coming her way than to lie.

“Yes, it’s mine. And Prince Bucky’s looking for me now.” 

“Oh, Prince Bucky, is it?” Her stepmother scoffs. “Searching for you or not, do you really think he’d want you when he realises what you truly are? Just a pitiful, lonely and dirty servant girl with no money or dowry to her name?” Her words register something deep within Y/N. The same shame she felt when she fled the ball. When she ran from the kindest man she ever met, and the best chance she ever had. Y/N’s stomach twists, and she registers tears pricking at her eyes. Yet, she remains strong.

“I cannot trust that he will want me. But that is my slipper, and you said yourself that he’s looking for me. I still deserve the chance to win his hand.”

“Very well. How about a deal?” Her stepmother suggests, and Y/N raises a brow. “When the Prince arrives, we tell him the truth. And I’ll help support you in your new role and life.” Y/N listens intently, waiting for the catch. She’s been living here for long enough that she knows better than to trust her stepmother. “But of course, I’ll need to help your new husband too, no doubt. After all, he’s foolish enough to want you as his wife. So you will make me your royal advisor. All decisions go through me. Deal?”

“No.” The word causes Y/N’s stepmother to blink in surprise for a moment. Quickly, she regains her composure, yet her brows remain furrowed in confusion.

“I’m sorry?” 

“No.” Y/N repeats. “I want the Prince to find me more than anything… but not with your ‘help’. He is the most wonderful person I have ever met, and I refuse to let you treat him as cruelly as you treat me. So.” She takes a breath. Despite the courage flowing through her veins, she can already feel the sick taste of regret, and the worry that she’s throwing her last chance away is beginning to build. But she’d rather be stuck here for the rest of her life if it meant Bucky and the others in the kingdom were safe. “My answer is no.”

She expects her stepmother to start sputtering or yelling, to call her all the names she’s accustomed to hearing by this point. Because that’s what she always does. But that’s not what happens. Instead, her stepmother simply stands up straighter and walks towards her, completely silent. With each step she takes, Y/N feels her heart pounding faster and louder. She considers running, but she can’t even take a step. She’s frozen, waiting for what’s coming. 

“You ungrateful brat.” Her stepmother hisses, finally reaching her. As she backs Y/N up against the wall, she towers over her. Despite the stones digging into her back, Y/N stands firm, showing her stepmother that she isn't scared of her anymore. “After your fool of a father died and left us with next to nothing, I made sure you still had a home! And when I ask for something in return, for a moment of thanks, you throw it back in my face.”

“Don’t speak about my father like that!” Y/N demands. “He may not have had a lot, but he still loved me. He loved us. All you have done is treat me awfully. I have nothing to thank you for.” A harsh slap suddenly hits her cheek, stunning Y/N into silence for a moment. Her stepmother has only ever called her cruel names, and treated her like a servant. She’s never hit her before.

“How dare you disobey me! What on earth makes you think that a servant girl like you deserves this over my daughters?!” Her stepmother hisses, her breath hot against Y/N’s cheek.

“Because that is my slipper. I am the one who danced with him.” Y/N repeats. Fully aware of the potential consequences, she looks her stepmother right in the face once more. “It proves that I’m the one he is looking for. He wants me.” Suddenly, her stepmother smirks, standing up a little straighter.

“Oh yes. So it is.”

And without another word, she raises the slipper into the air, and then smashes it against the wall. When the slipper hits the wall, it shatters, spraying glass everywhere. Although, the sound of Y/N’s cry blocks most of it out. She sinks to the floor, desperately trying to salvage what pieces she can before her stepmother can crunch them under her heel. Her vision blurred by tears, Y/N registers pieces of glass slicing into her palm and fingers, but she doesn’t care. She has to get these to show Bucky the truth. That it was her he danced with all night. Although she already feels like it’s hopeless. These are simply just smashed pieces of glass… they mean nothing. Especially not that they used to be a glass slipper. As the last shred of her hopes and dreams fade, Y/N sniffles, breaking down in silent tears.

“Clean this up.” Her stepmother orders, her voice back to the scarily calm, monotonous tone from only a few minutes ago. “And do not fill your head with such ridiculous fantasies again.” Then she slams the door shut, the sound ricocheting across the room. Y/N jumps up, ready to run out of the room after her, to fight for her future, her and Bucky’s future. 

“Let me out! Please!” She begs, pounding on the door and trying to pull it open. But it doesn’t budge. Her stepmother must have locked it, trapping her inside. Her chance to get out of here is just as shattered as her glass slipper. Breaking down in tears, Y/N sinks to the floor once more, too tired to fight it.

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“Still no luck finding the mystery woman, Your Highness.” The Captain informs Prince Bucky, and he sighs. 

“How many houses are left?”

“Just one.” Bucky nods. Although he still has some hope left that they will find his mystery princess, he’s been losing hope with every failed house search there is. He glances down at the slipper. 

“Let’s hope the last house gives us some more luck, then.” Mounting his horse once more, they set off.

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Sometime later, Y/N sits up, her body aching from laying on the cold and wooden attic floor. Her cheek throbs from where her stepmother slapped her, and her eyes are red and raw from crying. She doesn’t even know how long it’s been since her stepmother locked her in here. Bucky could’ve been and gone already. As the beams from the setting sun fill the room, the shards of her glass slipper sparkle, a cruel reminder of the happy ending she could’ve had. Now, it’s just as shattered as her slipper. 

Y/N goes to the window, hoping that the sunset will at least cheer her up. As she gazes out of the window, she suddenly notices something. Men atop horses. She has no idea exactly how many, but there must be at least thirty. And they’re all outside the house. Y/N’s up too high to see everything clearly, but she recognises the deep blue of their uniforms.

It’s the Royal Guard. They’re here. She’s not too late. She still has a chance.

But how is she going to get their attention? Her stepmother locked her in, and she’s not strong enough to pull open the door or to break it down. She could try screaming or stomping her feet to prove someone is upstairs, but her stepmother would probably find her before they did. Y/N paces the room anxiously, muttering to herself, trying to think of a way to get their attention.

And then, something crunches under her foot. Glass. And then, she knows what she has to do. The walls of this attic room have been falling apart for decades, leaving stone pieces scattered around the room. If she breaks the window, she could alert them that way. Quickly, she grabs the biggest piece of stone that she can, rushing back to the window. Of course, hitting a member of the Royal Guard with a stone or raining broken glass down on them is not ideal, but it’s her only hope to get their attention. Bracing herself, Y/N raises her hand… and throws the stone at the window. 

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“Thank you again for your time, ma’am.” The Captain nods.

“Of course.” Y/N’s stepmother replies. “I am sorry that your search wasn’t successful.” She smirks. Even if her daughters don’t get to marry the Prince, the fact that Y/N won’t either is more than enough solace for her.

Bucky walks back to his horse, unable to hide his disappointment. Maybe he’s destined never to find his mystery girl again.

“Wait! Stop!” a distant voice calls, stopping him in his tracks. “I’m up here! Wait!” The words send a jolt of hope through his body. Immediately, he turns around, marching back towards the house.

“Ma’am. You said there were no other eligible women in your household aside from your daughters, did you not?” Her eyes widen, and she stammers.

“Well, there’s only my stepdaughter, but it can’t be her, she’s just a servant girl, nobody important.” Bucky hates the way she talks about her stepdaughter, as if she’s not a valid member of this household because she’s not related to her by blood. He remembers the mystery woman’s apprehension, and how afraid she was to let him help. And things suddenly make sense. If someone who speaks so terribly about her is 'taking care' of her, it's no surprise she didn't want him too close. Although, this only spurs on his desire to find and help her.

“Her status does not matter. What matters is you lied to the Royal Guard, and to your Prince.” He states. “Now, let us pass.” He orders.

Upstairs, Y/N nervously wrings her hands. Ever since she broke the window, she’s been waiting for her stepmother to burst into the room and punish her. She’s spent the last few minutes trying to think of an explanation that will save herself, but her brain has turned up empty each time. And that’s why she’s also considering making a break for it. When she registers the sound of the key in the lock turning, she sighs.

“Stepmother, I just wanted-”

“Hello again.” Prince Bucky smiles. Y/N gasps. As the fear leaves her body, she takes an enormous sigh of relief. It feels like an immense weight has just been lifted off her shoulders.

“Am I dreaming?” She asks, and he chuckles.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He steps closer, taking in every inch of her. “It is you.” He whispers, still grinning. And something deep in Y/N’s stomach flutters. Suddenly, he notices the mark on her cheek. Immediately, his face hardens. “Who did this to you?”

“It was my stepmother. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, I was afraid she’d find me, and-” He takes her hand, cutting her off. He grips it tightly and protectively. 

“There is no need to apologise, my love. She will never hurt you ever again. She won’t even be allowed near you again. You have my word.” Y/N nods. Even now, when he holds her hand, she can feel the same care and love from the night before. “Now. If you’ll allow me, my lady…” Bucky smiles. He holds out the remaining glass slipper, ready to slip it onto her foot. But first, Y/N knows she has to tell him the truth.

“Prince Bucky, my name is Y/N. I’m not a Princess, or a noblewoman. I’m more of a servant than anything. In fact, that’s why my stepfamily calls me Cinderella. I don’t have any family, or dowry I can offer. Even though I am the person who danced with you at the ball… I still don’t know what will happen once that slipper fits, or if you’ll even want me afterwards.” She can feel tears rolling down her cheeks, but she doesn’t stop. “But I love you. And I hope you will take me as I am.”

Bucky smiles, gazing at her like she hung the moon. “Of course I will. I don’t care about your title or what dowry you can bring. All I care about is the person behind it. And I love you… Y/N.” He whispers her name, almost as if he still cannot believe he finally gets to know it, or that he’s finally found her. Her name leaving his lips sounds so sweet, so loving. It’s been so long since she heard anyone say her name, let alone with no hostility in it. For the first time in a long time, she feels loved. “Now. Despite knowing the truth, every maiden in the kingdom has to try this slipper. Prince’s orders.” He reminds her, and she giggles. 

“Of course, Your Highness.”

Y/N slips her boot off, and Bucky slides the slipper onto her foot. “It’s a perfect fit.” He beams. He takes her hand, running his thumb along her knuckles. “My princess.” He whispers.

Slowly, he leans in closer, tilting his head towards hers, and Y/N rises to meet it. The kiss is soft, yet passionate. In fact, it’s everything she could’ve dreamt of. He holds her in his arms again, keeping her safe from everything in the world. Soon, Bucky leads her downstairs, keeping a tight, protective grasp on her hand. 

“In a way, I’m going to miss this place. Well, I enjoyed living here when it was just my parents and I.”

“Don’t worry, my love.” His nickname for her makes her smile, light heat settling on her cheeks. It’s a nice change from Cinderella. “We’ll both make sure nothing happens to it, and you can come visit whenever you want. I’m sure your stepfamily won’t be here for much longer.”

“And if they do stay?” Bucky chuckles.

“Trust me. My guards and I will make sure they don’t.” Y/N smiles, squeezing his hand.

“Thank you.”

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, her stepmother stands there, flanked by two guards. Reflexively, Y/N tenses. “It’s alright.” Bucky soothes. “I won’t let her hurt you ever again.” As they pass by her, Y/N can feel her stepmother’s glare burning through. As she begins to panic, Y/N registers Bucky squeezing her hand once more. Keeping her head held high, Y/N and Prince Bucky walk through the door, ready to start their new life.

Together.

The End.

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Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

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You scoff as you look around. The car ride was long enough to make you think, to make you wonder. The amount of time and effort the jackass put into tormenting you is extra, almost desperate. You put that thought away.

The place is a confirmation of his wealth, a reflection of his condescension. Hung from the wall is the kind of art that holds meaning only to those deluded in their own pretension and the furniture is a motley of the overprice and impractical. Too much money and not enough sense, but you knew that about Lloyd.

"Really fucking impressive, huh? Not a single Ikea screw in this place," he mocks.

You sidle away as he unzips his jacket and you look down at your boots dripping onto the mat.

"You're welcome to track that all inside, you're the one cleaning it up," he snorts as he shrugs out of his coat, holding it out to you expectantly.

You squint at him and the closet on his other side. You hide your chagrin and take it from him, edging past to open the closet and hang the coat inside with a row of similar garments, labels listing designer names proudly. He taps your ass and you recoil as he chuckles.

"Boots," he says.

You frown and look down at your feet. You back up and bend to untie the worn laces.

"Mine," he kicks a toe out.

You give a nod and reach for his foot as he stands waiting. He drags his toe back and tuts, "ah, what do you say?"

You grit your teeth and glance at the door. You'd almost rather face your husband and that scourging humiliation instead. Your chest plucks and defeats that thought. No, no, that hurts more.

"Yes, daddy," you eke out.

He purrs and slides his foot over the mat towards you. You grasp his leather boot as he lifts his foot and you wiggle it off, shaking away the errant flakes of the new snowfall. You take it to the closet and place it on the rack nestled beneath the coats. 

You go back for the second, back straining as you stay bent. He reaches over your, his crotch hitting your head so you flinch as he claps a hand on your ass. You squeak and tug at his foot. He snickers and releases you, the shadow of his grope tingling still.

“I like this angle,” he taunts.

You put his other shoe away and stand, groaning as your hips ring. You really need to get in better shape. It might be too late for that. You rub your lower back before recalling yourself, where you are, what hell you’ve signed up for. You take off your coat and hook a hanger inside.

“Try not to put it too close to mine. They’re expensive.”

You suck in your cheeks and squat as you grip the door frame and roughly unlash your shoelaces. You slip out of the stained boots and push them in between the suede and leather collection. You stand, another twinge in your hip bones.

“Good start, baby,” he grabs your arm and draws you back, “let’s start… easy. I’m easy. Really. I’m sure you can handle me.”

His hand trails down your arm and he guides you to cup his crotch. He’s hard, the fabric taut across his bulge. You shudder as you look him in the face and curl your lip. He grabs your chin as he keeps his hand on your wrist.

“No teeth,” he warns, “it’s really not that hard. A hole is a hole.”

You sneer as he holds you there, a tableau of repulsion against his leer. You squeeze him hard and he winces. He lets go of your jaw and gives a sharp tap to your cheek. 

“Be nice. I match your energy, baby.”

You lighten your touch and he retracts his hand from your face. He looks down at himself as he takes a step back and you follow his gaze. You stare at your hand and resign yourself with a slow exhale. You drag your fingertips to his belt and his twitches, a groan as he brushes a finger across his mustache and bites the tip.

“My balls are fucking heavy.”

You cringe at his lewd comment as you unbuckle his belt, snakeskin, tacky as fuck. Like the rest of him. You loosen the buckle and pull open his fly. You feel him vibrating with the tension. You swallow your disgust, just do it. With any luck, he won’t last long. Not with the way he’s squirming like a pubescent brat.

You hook your thumbs in his briefs and guide the elastic down, pulling it out around his erection. His tip weeps already, glistening grossly as you tug his underwear down with his pants, just to his thighs. He throbs and twitches, placing his hands proudly on his hips as he wiggles his hips.

“I’m bigger, right? I know the chump isn’t working with much–”

“Shut up,” you grip him, pumping him so he chokes. He gasps and grips your wrist again.

“Hey, don’t fucking break it.”

You roll your eyes, stroking him slower as you lower yourself to your knees, repressing another achy moan. Your back is racked, not just from work but the days of stress knotted in your muscles. You keep your hand moving as his fingers curl around his hips and he hums. He is bigger than Colin but you won’t give him that satisfaction. You can hardly stomach what you're doing.

“Mouth,” he snaps his fingers, keeping one hand around his hip.

You press your lips together tightly and stare at his pinkened tip, swollen with anticipation. Your insides roll with disgust as you bring yourself closer and press his pulsing head to your mouth. Slowly, you open around him, tasting the salty tinge of precum as you take him in. 

He groans and quickly spreads his hand across the back of your head, urging you further. You squeeze him in your hand as your lips meet your fingers. Your touch slips down as he pushes you down, forcing deeper until you gag. You slap his thigh as he doesn’t let up.

“Come on baby,” he reaches down and rubs your neck, coaxing you as he dips down your throat, “that’s it.”

You murmur around him, your venom smothered by his intrusion. He rocks his hips, easing back and sliding back down, another painful gag around him.

“Play with my balls, baby,” he rasps.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he leads your rhythm along his length. Your hand grazes across his slack pants and you stifle a retch as you cup his sack, fondling it as he babbles. His thumb caresses your neck as he moves his hips, fucking your face as your lashes wet and spit pastes around your lips.

“Oh, fuck, taking it like a champ,” he grips your head between his hands, on on your skull, the other cupping your chin, “fuck yeah, oh shit.”

The squelch of him in your throat has your stomach roiling. You shake in disgust as you fight not to bite down. He rams in deeper, hitting the back of your throat harshly with each thrust. You gurgle and choke, your saliva spilling out sloppily.

“Oh yeah,” he slides out to his tip and strokes himself, tracing your lips as he smears your spit around, “fuck…” He continues to pump his dick as he cradles your chin, moving to rub his sac against your mouth, “come on, get a taste, bab-”

You hesitate and gulp back another wave of loathing. You force your tongue out and obey, lapping at the rough skin so he groans. He tilts his hips, rubbing himself on your tongue as his hand speeds up. He slips around to once more grasp your head as he puffs with mounting pleasure.

“Ah, yeah, baby, call me daddy,” he huffs. “Now, do it–”

“Daddy,” you murmur as he smothers you.

He grunts and his nails dig into your scalp as he holds your close. You feel the warm strings spill along your head line and down your forehead, over your lashes as his cum spills out hotly over you. He works himself through his climax, trembling as it drips down to his base and over your lip.

He stills and twitches, pulling away as his cum cools to stickiness across your face. He cups his balls as he winces and you lower your head, hiding your shame as you reach to wipe your mouth.

“That’s right, baby, you got a mess to clean up.”

[simplydannie]

Previous: The Set Up || The Set Up: Rescued

A small story inspired by, and written for @grinnworld!

An accident occurred at the Rage Dome taking Veneers life. Floyd is left distraught, his colors fading. He has a chance to leave… but he has one twin left… and he can’t leave her behind.

Floyd could hear his brothers call out his name as he slid through the opening of the door. Branch and Clay could escape with the gray Trolls that released them…. He had another mission in mind… find Velvet, and get her out.

He hid under any furniture he ran into, he wasn’t going to risk getting caught, not again…. He needed to get her out, he couldn’t loose her too.

As he ran to find her, tears began to sting his eyes, his colors almost diminished… his thoughts went to what happened at the Rage Dome....

“VENEER!” Velvet had cried out as the platform he was on snapped in half. He remembered seeing her stretching out her arms in hopes she’d catch him. He remembered seeing Veneers terrified face as he fell to the depths below….

“I’m sorry Vennie…” Floyd whispered to himself as he wiped the tears away, “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you.”…

Voices were heard coming down the hallway. He came to a halt as he realized there was nothing to hide behind. Looking up he spotted an air vent…perfect, it was big enough for him to fit through. Using his hair, he lassoed himself up into the vent. Floyd peered down to two staff Rageons walking and talking amongst each other.

“They found him dude.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

“It ain’t. They found him dead. I wonder if they’re going to sue the Rage Dome for this.”

“They have too…Faulty tech lead to his death…It’s all over the news now.”

Floyd leaned his head against the walls of the vent. He tried to restrain the tears that wanted to come out. Mistress had told Velvet the truth…he was dead…but was that the entire truth? The blame was on faulty tech, but he knew it was the cunning plans of the Mistress that ultimately lead Veneer to his death. What was her gain? Why him? Was it because she couldn’t fully control him?

Whatever the matter, he had to put those thoughts aside to find Velvet. He decided to continue down the path of the vent, peering through openings till he could find the right one. He had to hurry. It would only be a matter of time before someone went back to find the Trolls gone. As Floyd ventured he heard the sound of distant footsteps…but they weren’t coming from below, they were coming from the vents. He turned to find Branch and Clay heading towards him.

“You guys followed me?”

“Of course we did! Come on we got to get out of here. We got to go find Bruce and John Dory. The Bergens didn’t have them, that means they have had to escape.” Branch said.

“No. You go. I’ll find my way to you. I have to go find Velvet.”

“The girl? Floyd, she tormented you! Used you. Abused you! Why are you going back and risking everything for her?” Clay asked.

“Because she’s family….and right now I’m all she has…” Floyd looked towards his brothers, “I’m done running out on family. I learned my lesson…I’m so sorry Bitty B.” Tears began to fill Branches eyes as he spoke, “I should have never left you like I did. You were to young, to innocent. You endured so much all alone. I should’ve been there….We all should have. I practically walked out on these kids too. Like you, they were too young and innocent, and i walked out on them. Now look.” Floyd began crying, “One of them is dead. If I had just brought them out with me like I promised, he would still be here. I can’t do that to Velvet now….” Floyd fell silent as he couldn’t get any more words across…

Breathing heavily, swallowing his tears, Branch walked up to Floyd placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked his brother in the eye, “Then go get her. We’ll know how to find you. Just please, don’t get caught again.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Velvet sat at the foot of her bed. Her legs were curled to her chest, her face buried within her knees. The TV was on, the dreaded words were repeated over and over again….

Pop Sensation Veneer Found Dead After Rage Dome Incident. Agency and Sister Have Yet to Release Any Comments.

Pop sensation Veneer found dead….

Veneer found dead…..

Found dead…..

Dead….

The words echoed in her mind….Her brother was gone, and he wasn’t coming back. There was no closure, no goodbye, he was taken away from her just like that. Velvet buried her face again as she screamed, tears stinging her eyes. There was no comfort from anyone…She was just sent to her room to mourn alone.

Veneer would’ve come, he would’ve comforted her, he would tell her that everything would work out…that everything would be okay…But he wasn’t here to do that anymore…Just the memory of a ghost now.

“….I’m so sorry Vennie….” She cried, “I’m sorry….I love you….I never told you enough…” Her sobs grew deeper and harder as she couldn’t control herself. Then again she didn’t want to. All Velvet felt right now was hurt and pain. She pulled at her hair screaming into the air. Digging her nails into her head, she began rocking back and forth. She just wanted this nightmare to end, she wanted to see her brother walk in through that door.

“Velvet?” She heard a soft voice.

“Vennie?” She looked up towards the door…but there was no one…Only a small little Troll standing aways from her, “What happened to your colors?”

Floyd looked down at himself, “…There gone… Once I heard what happened too…” He paused, Floyd couldn’t bring himself to say it again.

An anger rushed over her, “WHOSE FAULT IS THAT! WHO WAS THE ONE WHO WAS GOING TO WALK OUT ON US! LEAVE US! WHO FLOYD?!”

“I know Vels, I know. And I am so sorry… It’s something I am going to regret for the rest of my life.” He told her.

“Get out! Go away! You’ve caused me enough pain already!” She curled herself into a tight ball, hoping that it would cause her pain and this world to vanish.

“I’m not leaving you…Not again. I’m here for you Vels.”

“I don’t need you….I need Vennie…..I want him back…I want him back so badly…I want to hear his stupid voice again, his stupid little face….I want my brother back.” Her shoulders shook as she cried again. Floyd wanted to say something…but what could he say…she didn’t trust him anymore, she didn’t want him. He walked up to her and placed a hand on her foot.

“Get away!” She attempted to kick him off.

“I’m not going anywhere. As much as you hate me, as much as you want me away. I am not leaving you…I’m not making that same mistake again…I don’t want to leave you alone Vels, I want to be here for you…Ven wouldn’t wanted you alone..”

“He wanted us to be a family. And look what happened!” She looked at him…A pink hue glowing around her eyes.

Floyd should his head, “No, don’t do this. I don’t want to loose you too. Listen to my voice and come back. Come back to me please.”

The pink glowing brighter as her feelings grew stronger, “He’s gone. He’s gone and he’s not coming back. I don’t have anyone now. Not mom, not dad, not Vennie. I’m alone…I’m alone…I don’t want to be alone.” She dug her nails into her head again, pulling at her hair as if somehow that would take this wretched pain away.

“Hey! Listen to me! You’re not alone! I’m here! I came back for you. I couldn’t flee with my brothers without you, I couldn’t.”

Pink still around her eyes, she began to rock back and forth, “…..You loved Veneer more….You always did….Of course you would….He was more open to you than I had ever been… He adored you… he was your favorite.” She closed her eyes and turned away from the Troll. “You never cared for me the way you cared for him…”

Floyd lingered in silence for a moment, could his heart break anymore? All this time, she had thought Veneer was the favorite? “Oh Velvet, no, no, no. I care for you both of you just the same! I’m sorry. I’m sorry if it seemed that way! I never intended… oh my god, I’m so sorry Velvet!” He couldn’t look at her in the eye, he felt so ashamed…He could tell she wasn’t use to this. From what the twins had spoken, their parents loved them both the same and showed it.

“I failed you Velvet…. I’m so sorry….” He began to cry, “Forgive me? Please. I will never know if Veneer forgave me, but I hope you will. I thought I was doing good… I thought you knew I loved you both..” He bent down hugging his knees crying his heart out. “I’m so sorry…”

Moments passed as he felt himself gently being lifted. He looked up to see he was now at eye level with Velvet. “I’m sorry too…” She whispered, finically looking at him in the eye, “I miss him Floyd.”

“…me too…but your not alone. I’m here for you.” As he was close, he noticed something on her lap. Velvet looked down to see what he was staring at. With a pout on her lip, she brought it out to show him.

“…it’s his stupid purple beanie…” Her lip quivered, “His stupid purple beanie he would never take off…” she held it to her heart and hugged it tight. Velvet brought the small Troll close to her, holding him tight along with Veneers old beanie… she imagined him there along with them… embracing them….a small little family again. Floyd leaned on her, extending his arms as far as he could. Hector small fingers brushed against the beanie, the last little remnant they had of Ven.

“I’m here Vels… it’s going to be okay…it’s just us now. And I got you.” He said. The grayness in his body began to go away as his color was slowly coming back… this is what he needed, “I love you Vels, always know that. I love you.”

Velvet let out a small sigh of relief at the words she heard, at the words she needed to hear. “I love you too….”

“Let’s get out of here. Let’s leave this wretched place.” Floyd exclaimed.

“No. Not yet.” Velvet sniffed wiped her eyes. “I don’t believe what the news is saying.”

“What do you mean?”

“…. This wasn’t an accident…. That bitch is going to pay.” She said with a determination crossing her eyes.

Normally Floyd wasn’t one to hear her cuss or encourage such thoughts and behavior… but this was the last straw. Mistress had gotten away with to much, she wasn’t going to get away with this. Floyd smiled looking up at Velvet.

“That’s my girl.”