#working and by working i mean it's working in his favour and working to protect him effectively

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[free-luigi-mangione]

Damn you’re delusional. The second a luigi supporter is accepting and is aware he committed the crime, you libtards are quick to say we’re licking boots and not real supporters. Luigi would hate you guys. Alright, I’ll see you in the future when he isn’t with us or when he gets convicted, sadly.

you anon i need you to both hold your horses and hold your vicious tongue. i'll spell this out for you since you have worse reading comprehension than the average person on the piss poor reading comprehension website.

even if Luigi himself says he did it, he deserves a fair trial. he deserves to be presumed innocent. because both of these are rights afforded to him by the constitution of his country. and because even if he did in fact do it, he hasn't said that and he has pleaded not guilty, the prosecution has to actually prove he is guilty beyond any reasonable doubt. and from what we know of the evidence there's plenty of reasonable doubt. moreover Luigi has nowhere not for a single second tried to kill himself. if he had indeed done it and he wanted to kill himself, he had to have had plenty of time before he got arrested – five whole days in fact. he has never shown himself to want to be a martyr or a symbol of a resistance movement that the people of his country can't even organize properly/very effectively. if he did want to make himself a symbol or a martyr like the way you want him to be, he could have simply given himself up to the authorities after the deed was done. he could have confessed everything to the cops, then or at the time of his arrest or anytime in between or even in the future. but that hasn't happened and that won't happen. Luigi and his legal team are fighting the charges and will continue fighting the charges until it ends with him being killed by the death penalty (extremely unlikely at NY), or rotting in prison because of LWOP, or getting acquitted due to a number of reasons. moreover he does not want to die and has clearly shown that he in fact wants to live, and it doesn't matter if he did it or not. he should be able to live. his right to life should not be taken away from him. it is the most fundamental of all human rights. death penalties are the most barbaric tools still kept alive in the modern society to enforce organised violence from the people in power. Luigi also deserves the right to live properly, not just survive somehow in LWOP. because like people like you think, he did it but you support him for it. so clearly you should also be wanting him to be free and to be able to live the life that he wants to live?? but of course not. y'all are dumb that way. also making Luigi a martyr or a symbol of a revolution that will probably never happen (at least not in a country like USA where there has never been a successful revolution in history because the majority population does not know how to organise at all) is absolutely useless. Luigi would lose his life for nothing. the dumbass population which would benefit from his alleged actions (and are already benefitting now) does not really care whether he lives or dies. and most importantly, like i said, he doesn't even want to die, he's never wanted to die. even in prison, he's written in a letter that the lorax is such a fundamental story that it “will be so critical to read to my kids”. the quoted part is me directly quoting that letter word by word by the way. so like how dare you want to take away his life all while saying you support him?? if you truly wanted to support him you'd understand that the letter of the law doesn't matter for his case even if he did it, only the spirit of the law matters and anybody on the jury should judge his case only by their hearts and not their heads. and since you seem to be the sort to think that the letter of the law is an absolutely fundamental aspect and nothing else can come out of it, you seem to be the libtard to me, the sort of person who'd say well he murdered a man and i can never justify it so he should die, an eye for an eye. let me tell you anon, an eye for an eye only works until everybody is blind. and everybody would soon become blind if an eye for an eye is actually followed everywhere in real life. also because you seem to be too dumb to understand a lot of things about how the law actually works, i'd request you to find out what is jury nullification and exactly how it works, you of all people need to learn that lesson because you seem to not at all understand the concept of laws without morals being useless.

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can i pls order crostata, english muffin, and mango sorbet with a side of margarita and a vodka shot w/ lando norris

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thank you for submitting to the bakery. i hope that you enjoy the fic! i've been still trying to get into the groove of writing again. i've been recently working on original fiction so it's been a bit of a struggle to balance both kinds of writing. but i hope that i can provide more in the future! thank you! <3

crostata: “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.” + english muffin: "aw, is someone crying?" + mango sorbet: "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate?" + a vodka shot: rough sex served by lando norris (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, rough sex, mean!lando, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship (dating), after care, clit teasing, dirty talk/degrading language, doggy style, protected sex, mild spanking

you liked when it hurt. not that it was a bad thing. but you liked the feeling of when sex got a little rough. it was something that excited you to no end and often made you squirm at the thought of.

everyone sort of assumed that you and lando would be into simple, vanilla sex. lando adored you, it was like you hung the moon and all its stars! you were the center of his world in some respects.

but looks could be deceiving. for every gentle hand on your lower back there was a swift smack across your ass. for every caring hand on your shoulder there was that same hand wrapped around your throat. every "i love you" had it's equivalent, “stupid slut, this is what you wanted huh? wanted me to fuck you like i hate you.”

together in his apartment in monaco, the season was going to begin soon. it was hard not to squeeze every last moment together, especially when pre-season testing made it a reality that there would be some distance between you two for a while.

lando wasted no time making sure that you didn't forget who you belonged to. not that you could forget, the ache of his last fucking could still be felt between your thighs. he had you in his bed, with one hand teasing your clit and the other scrolling through his phone.

he told you he was checking emails, but he was in instagram for several minutes now. his nose practically in his phone as he played with your clit. he knew he was overstimulating you, you weren't keeping it a secret.

"lando."

"shut up." he said as he got more rough with his movements, "i'm trying to focus on something here. i swear if you cum, you won't get anything until i come back. but, you'd like that right?"

the dirty talk was unmatched, it made something fire in your brain as you squirmed next to him. you were naked, he was clothed. you were falling apart, he seemed uninterested. you were a mess, he was in total control. that was how the game was played.

"please, lando."

he loudly sighed, "you are by far the dumbest thing i've ever fucked. how did they even let you graduate? like honestly! did daddy pay for that degree." he rubbed faster, his quick fingers made your eyes roll back a little, "i'm doing everyone a favour by keeping your slutty little body busy. they'd pass you around like the slut you were."

you whined and arched your back a little. the feeling was intense and it made your pulse leap. it was erotic, you knew that for certain. lando knew exactly how to make you feel hot.

he put his phone down and finally gave you the attention you needed. he pulled his hand away, fingers slick with your wetness. he eyed his digits for a moment and said, "what a slut. getting off to this? shame." then licked his fingers, "on your stomach, slut. i don't wanna see that whorish face tonight." and you were eager to get on your stomach.

you whimpered when he pressed his hand onto the back of your neck, pushing your face further into the covers. how sweet, how cute.

"have to get a condom." he pulled away and got his clothes off. once everything was shed, he grabbed the gold and black wrapper from the drawer and put it on. he stroked his cock a little at how obedient you are, "gotta protect myself. you're such free use that i'm pretty sure if i got you pregnant you wouldn't even know it was mine." his words were like venom and it made you core clench.

he soon sank into you, his force was heavy and it made you toes curl at the feeling. you gasped into the covers then whimpered from the stretch. lando's cock was big and sometimes it took a little while for you to get accommodated. but yet, the pain made you wet.

"aw, is someone crying?" he asked.

"no." you squeaked.

he slapped your ass once before he planted both hands on your hips. his pace was brutal, there was little room for tenderness. and why did he need to be tender? you got off to this. you loved when he took what was his without little remorse.

it got you off being used like this, to give up a sense of autonomy and power to have your boyfriend fuck you rapidly. to feel him deep inside of you from the angel. it was erotic and it made you heart shudder. you felt a haze came over you, the pleasure jolted in your body as lando made the bed squeak from how intense his movements were.

"fuck, only thing you're good for, huh? keeping my cock wet. can't find another whore like you." he chuckled lightly as he pressed his chest against your back, "special, huh? that's what you think you are. at least i found use for you. keep you dumb and quiet with my cock in your throat. i know you drool when you see me in my fireproofs. i bet you finger that tight cunt of yourself to thoughts of me. i've ruined you, and it's an honour. to know that you may be dumb, and you may be a total slut. but at least there's only one cock in your empty little head." his breath hot in your ear as he continued to fuck you with such a feverish pace that you felt yourself losing track of most things.

nothing else mattered at that moment besides lando's cock inside of you. his balls hit against you and the angle meant that he was deep inside of you. he kept you pressed under him. you held onto the covers and felt the pleasure wash over you.

sex with lando was unlike anything else, you never had another partner like him and you never would. this was all you craved for, in every respect. his words were filthy and it made your pussy flutter around him. eager to keep him inside of you.

"lando."

"shut up." he purred.

he could feel the thump of his heart in his head. the rush from it all made him excited, he loved the feeling. he loved you, even with your need for such filthy language. he would be happy to provide it. because the sound of your pussy soaked around his cock was more than enough incentive to talk to you the way he did.

you held onto the covers tightly. you felt the pleasure surge through you. everything felt hot and heavy in your head. you felt the sweat on your body and how painfully slick your cunt was. only lando could make you yearn for it all so badly. for the language and the pain. how he could move yu and fucked you as so desired. it left you a panting mess in bed.

it all belonged to him.

and he knew that. he could feel the tension in your body and worked you harder to get you to climax. this is what heaven felt like, this was everything he so desired sexually. he heard your sweet noises and it only encouraged him. spurred him on as he fucked you. he panted heavily and gripped onto you tighter.

"fuck, baby." he said, "that's it. see. see what happens when you behave. when you take cock like a champ. it's only my cock you want. fill that head of yours with thoughts of me fucking you. i'll come back and you'll still be soaked for me. you're mine, right?"

you whimpered loudly, "yes, lando. fuck yes!" you sounded so desperate. it was no surprise to him that soon you arched your back and buried your face in the pillows as you came around his cock. orgasm hit you hard and it made you swear under your breath between heavy pants. you tensed up and it made lando shudder.

you relaxed soon after against the bed and lando held on tightly as he fucked you quicker to get to his own climax. the entire thing felt intense in his core. he swallowed back the pleasure in his mouth. he swore under his breath as he gave it a few more thrusts before he finished inside of you.

"fuck, that's it. that's my special little slut." he purred as he rocked against you through his climax. it felt good, so good.

you moaned in response and he slowed to a spot. he rubbed the spot where he smacked you earlier before he gave you ass cheek a firm slap once more.

he pulled out and threw the condom out. he got back into bed with you and threw the covers over top of you. he asked, "too hot? too cold? do you need anything?" his voice was so gentle. you just looked at him and nodded your head.

"i'm okay."

"not too much right?" he got under the covers with you too and rubbed your shoulder, "you have to tell me." that was also part of the game. feedback and communication, they went had in hand.

you reached for his face and pulled him in for a tender kiss. he kissed you back, eyes closed as he got his arm around your middle. he pulled you in close and you smiled against the kiss.

"anything you need? water? snack? anything." he said when he pulled away and looked into your eyes, "tell me, baby."

"right now." you said as you yawned, your heavy climax made you exhausted, "i just want to be held by you. but after... maybe we can have some of that frozen yogurt in the fridge?"

lando chuckled lightly, happy that you were okay. he kissed you on the forehead, "you drive a hard bargain, baby. but anything for you." and you knew that didn't just mean dirty talk and rough sex <3

[yanderedrabbles]

So I've been rereading the wild west gang cause I'm a degenerate who also lives in a bumfuck nowhere developing country who has nothing to do. So I've been thinking, it was established that if we would favorite one of the outlaws, it might be dangerous for the both of us. But what if we un-favorite one of them, if that makes sense. Like, what if only really struggled and cried when with the gunslingers, and obviously much less so with the others. Or even funnier, if instead of the gunslingers, it would be the pale guy (is that his name?).

Sorry for that brainfart. Keep doing the lord's work

P.S. I would also turn patriotic and join the army to protect your brilliant mind xx

oooh this is such a great question. I had to think about it for a while but I think not liking someone is a whole different dynamic.

Showing one of them more favour than the other's is a recipe for disaster. You're giving one man what all the others want, what they feel entitled to. It's going to bring about all sorts of ugly jealousy, even in a band as tight knitted as this one.

But if you don't like someone? If you show time and again that this person in particular has the touch most abhorrent to you? To them, that's just less competition. If anything, it makes them feel smug that it isn't them getting on your bad side. I can see a lot of mocking between them, a lot of smug insults traded when they drink too much.

How each outlaw reacts to being that person is entirely different though:

I think the boss will be calm about it. It's not surprising that you don't want him to touch you. He's a lot older, his hands are too hard with labour. Little thing like you probably spent her whole life dreaming of a lover soft and sweet, only to end up trapped by a bastard like him. He understands. And as the leader, I don't think he gets insecure about it either. He's already the top dog, he can afford to let the others enjoy your kindness. But it won't stop him from using you. Won't stop him from holding you down and taking what you don't willingly offer.

The gunslingers take it poorly. Manly, rough, mean. To them it's an insult that you're being more submissive or sweet with the other men. Are they not fucking you well enough? Are they not making you come hard enough? It's a slight against their masculinity.

They aren't the type to sit and reflect. They won't realise that maybe the reason you're so difficult is because they're just too rough with you. Hell, the thought won't even cross their minds. Their solution is to double down. To take it out on you with teeth and nails and cock shoved in when you're not nearly ready. If they can't make you love them, the least they can do is make you hate them the most. At least hate is passion of some sort.

The wrangler is hurt by it, but he won't show it. He's patient, gentle. A lot more insightful than people realise. He's spent years taming horses. He knows it's only a matter of time before you give in and accept his touch. He can wait.

(Btw, I don't think he'll actually end up being the guy you hate the most. If anything, he's the one in danger of your favour).

As for the boy, well, you feel pity more than anything else. Even when he's holding you down and eating you out, all you can think is that he never would have ended up like this if it weren't for the others. You don't blame him. You don't hate him. You just hope that one day he'll be free of this life.

I realise I didn't actually give the last guy a proper title, but he's actually the second in command. He also doesn't take it well.

Logically, he knows that you have the most reason to hate him. He's the one who planned this, he's the one who chose you. All your pain can be blamed on him.

He knows. He understands. But that doesn't stop him from hating it. He's the one who wants your love the most, he's the one who's longed for you the longest. It's so awful to finally have you and you won't even look at him. You hiss and fight and snarl when he takes you, even though he knows the others haven't had as much trouble.

His solution is also to just double down, but in a different way to the gunslingers. Instead of just getting angry, he'll try everything he can to be gentle. To win your forgiveness. He'll be so sweet when he fucks you, so slow and loving, even though he desperately wants to go faster. He'll kiss you every time he sees you, he'll hold you down and focus entirely on your pleasure, he'll bring you wildflowers and cook your favourite foods. He doesn't care how long it takes - he'll crawl on his knees for years if it means you'll forgive him. He'll do anything, anything at all. Please just look at me little dove, qīn’ài de, please.

He'll do anything in the world to win your forgiveness. Anything but let you go.

[mimipolo]

Hey I have a request

Some Nam-gyu x reader where he developed a crush and sneaks of to talk to you at random times even tho you vote opposite of him he can overlook that however when he’s with thanos he’s mean and insults you which shocks and upsets you will you forgive him?

Nam-gyu x reader

I had so much fun writing this ngl, I hope I did the idea justice <33

Sorry Se-mi it's for plot

You had met Nam-gyu and Thanos after the first vote. At the time you felt a small sense of determination that you could make it through the games, get a higher prize and pay off all your debts in one go.

They had praised you excitedly, Thanos slinging an arm around you and going on about how they'd both protect you. You had trusted them for the most part, yes they were both a bit sketchy but they had a prescence among the players so it'd be easier to follow them. You had mixed feelings about the duo, one was always hyper and loved to mess with you and the other had a serious staring problem and a stupid smirk.

At the moment it didn't matter how you felt about them, you needed to get out of here. And now. You had barely survived the last game, knees grazed from when you fell and quickly scrambled to your feet. You wince at the pain as you curl in on yourself and rub your thumb over your bloodied hands. You were desperate for a sense of comfort or solidarity which at the moment only you could provide for yourself.

You were startled to see a head of black hair come out of nowhere from the ladder to your bed, angled eyes meeting yours hazily. Nam-gyu, a rare visitor. You're still startled by his sudden appearance, clutching your chest slightly as your eyes widen in surprise.

"Nam-gyu? What are you-"

"I'm coming up."

You don't get the choice to protest against it, he's already hauling himself up to get on your bunk, sitting cross legged in front of you. For a moment you're genuinely confused to why he's here, your bunk was fairly high off the ground and from how he was earlier you didn't expect him to be capable of climbing. Guess he sobered up. He's sighing softly as he links his fingers together, gazing at you as if in deep thought.

"You're gonna vote "X" next right?" He lifts his head up to see your reaction, clenching his linked fingers when he sees your lips purse as you look away from him. That was enough of an answer.

You personally are terrified, you had never been particularly close with the man and you were tense as to why he decided to make the trek up to your bed to ask you such a question. What's he going to do? Is he angry? Noticing the small shift in your body language he stops spacing out and runs a hand over his face. This sucks, honestly. The small infatuation based of pure curiousity he had for you had developed into a genuine crush he couldn't shake off. You intrigued him to no end and he was just working up to talking to you more.

So why'd this have to happen?

He's not that upset you want to leave, as much as he preached about how everyone should "Play one more game!", He understood the main basis of wanting to leave was the simple passion to live. A passion that'd he'd lost touch with after he lost everything he had. But you were in a similar situation, yet despite that you always seemed slightly hopeful things would work in your favour, and when they didn't you kept a level head. A rationality he wished he also had. You were smart, attractive and worst of all reasonable. Which is why you wanted to leave.

He's still staring at you but you feel less creeped out, you feel more worried. The usual carefree demeanor he had seemed to be crumbling right before you, he almost looked more tense than you.

There was a reason why he had come here, he didn't want to ask in front of Thanos. With him he'd be obligated to maintain this facade of now hating your entire being, but that wasn't the case, in fact it was very far from it. He wanted you like nothing else, selfishly. He could only hope you read him openly from the small amount of vulnerability he'd give you, something you were good at.

"Choose "x", I don't really care."

"Oh."

You are honestly pleasantly surprised by his words, your anxiety lowering massively. With the tensity gone you could see he looked...worried for you? You weren't totally sure but he laughs bitterly, pulling his signature move of pushing his hair behind his ears.

"Just know that, I'll vote to stay. So I'll still be sticking with Thanos."

You looked at him confused, and honestly he was too. There was no need to share all this information with you but he couldn't help it, he wanted to be open with you, show you how he is when you could be alone together.

You jolt slightly when he lightly takes one of the hands you're holding onto and taking them in his own. Streaks of blood crumbling away when he rubbed it away with careful thumbs, you could only watch him silently, admiring his oddly considerate actions. Even if the tint of blood still stained your palms. What's with all this special treatment, did he like you or something?

Before you could question him about what had just happened between you two he's sighing deeply and rubbing his hands together, ready to climb off your bunk.

"I'll try look out for you when I can."

And with that he's gone, you're left to sit with your thoughts and overthink how sweet he was to you just now. He was never like that before. Before you realised it a small smile was on your lips as you savoured the cold, brief moment of his touch still on your hand.

Though the next moment left you quite confused, it was time to vote. Everyone was still conflicted but you had made your choice and had a silent comradery with Nam-gyu. It gave you the bit off confidence to press the "x" button, some cheered while others groaned as you quickly switched your blue patch for its opposing side.

You could hear the familiar deep voice of Thanos going "What the hell man, we agreed one more game??" the direct confrontation made you physically tense as you made your way to side of potential exit. Nam-gyu didn't say a word, didn't even look at you either. Strange, you thought but you mostly brushed it off.

What the hell [Name], we agreed to keep playing, ya just switching on us all of a sudden?"

Thanos' voice echoed in your ears as he had you cornered near your bunk, you glance to Nam-gyu for some sort of support, even if it was just telling his friend to relax but you were quickly disappointed.

"Tch, did you really expect them to stay, I saw 'em practically trembling after the last round."

You felt your heart aches at his words, your expression immediately dimming as you stared at him confused. But unluckily for you he had mastered his poker face to the last detail. If he felt any guilt for what he said you wouldn't know, it was all behind that senile smirk now.

"Kehaha, nah you're right. All those loud sounds scare ya already?"

"Poor thing."

Thanos pushes you back accusingly, forcing your back to meet the unforgiving metal bars of the bunks, just as suddenly he's in your personal space, grabbing the red velcro badge on your chest roughly as he shook you. His eyes dilated widely as he threatened you with crazed, wild eyes.

"You're lucky this is there's a revote, switch this "x" to an "o" or I'll never let you live it down, got it?"

He laughs when you stagger back when he lets you go, Nam-gyu joining in with own mocking chuckle, it hurt you in a way it wouldn't have before. What was all that about earlier then, was it just a lie? But why, he didn't get anything out of it.

And again you're left alone to deal with your own self destructive thoughts, you just wanted to leave this place, it felt like you were suffocating within its walls.

Things ended up more violent than he had expected, he's panting as he rips the fork from the man's neck for the last time. How he felt? Great. It was like some great awakening as he stumbled up to his feet. It's only then he takes the time to digest the fact Thanos is dead, what a sad way to go hm?But also equally as pathetic. He wanted to laugh but he wanted to shout in frustration too. He does neither, looking down at his unpredictable partner in crime now laying on the floor covered in grime and blood. It's when he starts to feel the growing ache in his chest that the guards finally barge in to stop the fighting, forcing them all out the crime scene.

You're on your bunk, cuddled up to yourself as usual when you spot him, bloodied and worn along with other men. Your heart sinks as you take in the situation, watching as they shouted and cursed impurities from both sides. You had switched sides of sleeping arrangements due to the votes, so now you were able to get a slightly lower bunk bed. He shouldn't know where you were and yet his eyes snapped to you, for a moment they crumble slightly, a sliver of the worry he had coming out just for a moment. And then he's walking off, not looking back once.

It's lights out and you were terrified, you had finally found out what had happened in the men's bathroom and you knew it could lead to nothing good. Everywhere you thought to hide felt dangerous and you had no one to rely on, no one to truly trust.

He's shaking, his hands trembling as he sits perched on Thanos' bed, in memory of the annoying guy. He's feeling conflicted, he couldn't tell if he had cared for him or not, all he knew the indifference he felt for others wasn't the same with colourful haired man. He pops two pills in his mouth, brushing his knuckles against his lips as if the action were sacred. Soon thoughts drifted back to you. How were you holding up? Did you have anyone there to protect you? A sick part of him hoped not, he wanted to be the only one to look out for you, the only one you'd think to turn to.

He feels amazing, never felt so resolute in the entirety of the games than when he killed. Hissing in satisfaction as he struck the deadly cutlery into Se-mi's neck for what felt the 100th time. Wiping the blood of his face with the back of his hand when he feels a prescence behind him. He doesn't bother taking back his weapon as he gets up from his crouched position to turn towards the figure.

It's you.

You look absolutely terrified, your upper body was uptight and you could've gotten away with looking less afraid if it wasn't for how your legs trembled ever so slightly. You're fighting with yourself and you finally will your body to run but he's quick, yanking you back by your arm and holding you against him possessively. His breathing is hard and his bloody hands are firm against your back.

Heavy breaths fill your ears as he looks at you with wide shaken eyes, he'd been looking for you, even on this killing spree.

"You asshole, what are you doing are you crazy??"

"Heh- huh, yeah I feel like it a little..." the small chuckle he lets out feels distant from his true feelings and he wished you'd tell him why he's like this.

"You lied, you said you'd look out for me, prick." You want your words to be firm but the fear of everything around you was still so intense, it shook your words and made your throat tight.

"I know, I know alright. I said when I 'can' Thanos would've made things worse for both of us if I said something..."

"But he's not here anymore... I'll watch out for you, for real this time, promise."

Even in his drugged state you could tell these were his thoughts the whole time, and his visit to your bed made slightly more sense, he just wanted you to know he didn't actually hate you. What a weird guy, why not just come out and say what the game plan was? You wanted to ask him all these things, shout and push at him until you got all your frustration out.

But you're drained, there's still the far away screams of new victims being made and you couldn't tell what was side was losing.

But he's shushing you quietly, when you weren't even crying, but now it triggered you to. Hot silent tears running down your face as he huddled you into a corner and made you sit against the wall behind a fallen mattress. Grabbing your face and pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered softly.

"Nothings happening to us, we're getting that stupid cash prize and leaving this shitty place."

And then he's off again, you don't know where, but you'll stay here quietly and hope for his quick return.

[abbotmohann]

closed doors

pairing: jack abbot x attending!reader

summary: you don’t mean to let jack abbot into your heart but when you realise you did, the only logical response is to push him away and pretend like you can go back to being a cold hearted bitch

a/n: i love reading angst idk what that says about me but anyways this was meant to be just a little drabble but it turned out longer than i imagined but the ending is kinda meh. also not proofread, hope you like it!

jack abbot is a widowed former trauma medic amputee not that he let it define him at least not anymore, the man has been through it and even though he occasionally hangs out on the roof he goes to therapy he makes an active effort to work through his ptsd and improve his mental health. so when jack meets you he feels a sense of kinship just as morbid as he was possibly even more so but he enjoys your deadpan humour.

you don’t realise how or when it happened but over the course of the months working together he worms his way into your life, he gets you coffee most nights and half the time when you’re in the doctors lounge trying to take a moment and eat a protein bar he comes in and offers you half his packed lunch which you insist you can’t take but he never takes no for an answer and when he offers rides home you don’t even fight it.

you come to the realisation the first time he’s off in months and you feel the lack of his presence the whole shift, your mind wandering what he was doing - you miss him and you hate it. you’re anxious throughout the next shift you feel tense and awkward around him, trying to process. you try to distance yourself from him but he makes it so goddamn hard, you couldn’t exactly turn down the free coffee so you find other ways like not eating in the doctors lounge, you keep small talk to a minimum where you used to banter with him you don’t - you’re not mean about it at least you don’t think so and when your shift ends you hang back a good 15minutes. eventually he seems to get the picture, he still gets you coffee and searches your eyes every time likely trying to figure what’s changed but you smile and say thanks like normal every single time leaving him confused but that’s really the only that’s stuck, there’s no back and forth anymore it’s strictly professional and you don’t have to hang back anymore, he doesn’t offer you ride anymore. you hate it you miss him, him still buying you a coffee makes it worse sometimes you want to say something spark it all back up again and every once in awhile he sees it and hesitates but you chicken out. eventually even the coffee stops and that really breaks your heart, he never treats you differently on a professional level which at the very least you’re thankful for not that you doubted him but a sick part of you almost wishes he did, there’s an aching void where he used to occupy that you keep trying to ignore - an impossible task when you see him almost daily.

one night you’re running into work early deciding to buy a coffee from the local spot that jack used to get it for the two of you, you make the impulsive decision to also grab one for jack immediately regretting as you’re walking in. you thought about all the ways this was a bad idea so close to throwing it away but just as you were getting to the entrance with both cups in hand so was jack - this was the moment.

“hi jack! i got you coffee”

he furrowed his brows perplexed, she doesn’t speak to him in months but now she brings him a coffee from their spot - she obviously needed a favour he assumed. “thanks” he gave a tight lipped smile as he took the cup and walked away. the rest of the shift went by as normal and there was no favour to be asked so what was that? he wondered, something to discuss with the therapist he figured.

now at the end of your shift there’s a downpour, the kind of torrential rain that soaks you through to the bone. you’re standing at the exit cursing at yourself for not having an umbrella or anything protective dreading getting onto public transport. jack walking out spots you, he sighs his chest tightening nervous for what he’s about to say dreading your reaction.

“i’ll give you a lift”

“oh no jack it’s fine, it’s not too bad”

he rolled his eyes huffing. “it wasn’t a question” you open and close your mouth not knowing how to respond and jack simply pops open his umbrella waiting so you get under it and walk to his car.

the silence is deafening, you feel sick to your stomach. you feel this wave of anger coming off jack you can’t tell if it’s all in your head your if it’s just own guilt projecting. it silent the whole journey and when you reach yours.

“thanks for the ride”

“here take the umbrella”

“thanks but i can survive a few feet”

you unbuckle your seat but you can’t move, you feel the overwhelming urge to fix this now but unsure of how to approach this you say probably the most ridiculous thing you could.

“i know you live far so if you want you can wait at mines for the rain to calm down” you lived a 15 minute drive away from the hospital but tonight he had taken 30 minutes and you knew he lived a 45 minute drive away. you were being logical in a situation that was incredibly illogical. “please for my sake”

he’s thrown off, irritated at the offer. he wants to be mad at you but your voice soft and shaky just makes him want to grab you into his arms and comfort you, you were maddening he thought.

when he walks into your apartment he’s struck by how clinical it feels, you have the barebones it seems there’s no warmth like it’s not lived in. “do you want something to drink like a cup of tea or coffee?” at ease now in your own domain the guilt temporarily forgotten.

“uh, a coffee would be nice” he stands there awkwardly not sure what to do watching you fuss about around your studio flat seemingly switching the heating on opening the curtain halfway (what was that about?).

“you can go ahead and sit on the sofa jack” and so he does, he mind swirling with a million questions, he decided this was it this was the best time to get his answers once and for all.

you come to sit beside him with two cups of coffee, the awkward tension stronger than ever you know you should say something or else what was the point of inviting him to your place at the very least for the sake of being a good host.

“it was lucky you brought an umbrella i don’t remember seeing it as going rain when i check the weather”

“seriously!? you wanna talk about the weather? not about how you’ve been treating me the past couple months?”

“i haven’t been rude”

“seriously!?”

“what!?” you running your fingers through your hair frustrated this isn’t going how you wanted, not that you had a plan but anything is better than this.

“you’re too smart to be playing dumb right now, you’ve been avoiding me” his voice is harsh now, exasperated with you and you’re inability to be honest. he knew you had walls, he knew you weren’t an open book if anything you reminded him a little bit of him and he liked it cos he understood it.

“no i haven’t” you know it’s stilly to so balantly lie but you’re still too scared to be real.

“you’re never in the doctors lounge, you never wanna speak about anything that isn’t medical anymore and don’t think i don’t know you purposely hang in the locker room so i can’t offer you ride home. i thought you were going through something personal and pushing everyone away but then i soon realised you had no problem with any of our coworkers just me, so if ive done something to hurt you just tell me how i can fix it?”

“jack, i’m sorry i wasn’t clear but our relationship was becoming unprofessional you’re my senior, i was just trying to establish boundaries again and keep it strictly professional”

“you think it’s professional to invite me into your home?” he rolls his eyes, he feels defeated now maybe tonight wouldn’t be the night this would be fixed.

“i’m not a total monster, i can’t have you getting into an accident on my conscious”

jack sighs and you both sit there silent for a beat, jack bumping his legs against yours willing you to look at him and you do.

“god you drive me insane” he lets out a chuckle rubbing his face.

you’re pouting now. “do you hate me now?”

“no! i wouldn’t be here trying to fix this, asking my therapist for advice”

“there’s nothing to fix” it’s out before you even think, wincing at the harshness but you don’t let jack speak. “wait i’m sorry that was mean”

he rolls his eyes “normally i like that about you so i’ll it slide” you chew on your lips at his casual confession, like in what way is the first thought and the second thought is ‘you’re insane’

“you spoke about me to your therapist?” a giggle escapes, it seemed absurd that you’d be brought up, that you had any significant meaning to his life. “i’m sorry it’s not funny, i’m just surprised”

“i know i said this already but god you’re drive me insane, what’s so surprising about that?”

“idk the fact that there’s anything significant about me or us to discuss”

“maybe throwing away our friendship was easy for you but it meant a lot to me, you mean a lot to me. i can’t stop caring about you even if i wanted to and if you really did think the professional lines were blurring and it was making you uncomfortable you could’ve just said so, i don’t wanna ever make you feel uncomfortable.”

“i’m sorry” you look down at your fidgeting hands breaking the eye contact.

“stop apologising”

“i don’t actually care about professional boundaries, i know you wouldn’t let any personal beef getting into the way of work. i just you’re better off without me”

“what’s that supposed to mean? you don’t think you’re good enough for me?”

“jack i’m incredibly fucked up and i don’t go to therapy even though i probably should, i don’t let people into my life but all of a sudden you weaseled your way into my heart and so i pushed you away for my sake and yours. i didn’t wanna go through the mortifying experience of you realising my feelings and rejecting them but here we are”.

“please look at me when i say this.” you oblige considering it’s the least you could do. “did i bring anyone else coffee? did i share my food with anyone else? am i giving rides out to everyone? you think you didn’t weasel your way into my heart? you’re the only thing i look forward to coming into work even when it hurt”

he strokes your cheek as he brushes a few unruly pieces away, “i’ve wanted to do this for so long” he pulls you in to a passionate kiss and you oblige melting into his touch, he’s soon pulling you into his lap the kiss frantic and desperate.

he pulls away to catch ch his breath and remark on the facts. “you know we could’ve been doing this for months instead”

pressing soft kisses along his neck, you let out a frustrated sigh “i know i’m an idiot, i’m sorry”

“what did i say about apologising, you can you make it up to me instead” he winked

“oh i’m not sorry then” you smirk running your hands through his salt and pepper curls.

“you’re gonna be the death of me” his lips are back on you again in a frantic mess, your arms wrapped around him tightly rolling your hips deciding this morning was going to end with both of you naked.

[panakina]

We are in desperate need of Death in the Family rewrite, instead of trotting out a horribly racist and bizarrely paced, thematically confused story like it’s one of the greats just because it’s load bearing. This is what i’d want from it.

Bruce is again the POV character, but he is explicitly a biased and unreliable narrator. We don’t hear Jason’s narration outside of a few key moments, but we are shown what he’s doing in direct contrast with Bruce’s theorising about his spiralling. Bruce never explicitly asks. Him and Alfred make well meaning, overbearing decisions on his behalf.

Jason is struggling with Batman and Robin’s catastrophic mishandling of several sexual assault cases in a row. I haven’t decided if we’re alluding to Jason being a victim of this himself, that might be overselling it. Either way he is deeply affected by these, and he is the only one. There’s a sense of isolation and injustice around him. He thought bruce cared. He thought batman was a solution.

Jason leaves to find his birth mother, leaving only a note and no explanation. Bruce sees the robin suit is missing and is annoyed. He doesn’t investigate, prioritising the hunt for the joker.

The death and build up happens exclusively in Africa, in a country with its own local vigilante, who wants to know what this American is doing here. (I don’t know enough about DC’s African heroes to know who it should be, but it needs to be one who is already established and competent in his own right.) Batman is in a state of awkward overreach with a patronising tilt to the way he hoards knowledge in the pursuit of the joker in someone else’s backyard. They agree to a partnership that in practise is unequal in Batman’s favour. We are externalising the themes here, mirroring Bruce’s personal relationships with his professional ones.

Jason and bruce run into each other by accident once again. Both are surprised the other is there for a different mission. They opt to combine forces anyway, since they’re both here. Bruce is touched and naively optimistic about Jason’s search for his birth mother. He is projecting. For a moment it is blazingly obvious bruce identifies as a fellow orphan to his sons first, and a father second.

There are local victims, arguably of the joker but it’s not definitive. Their deaths aren’t just numbers. They are real people. The local vigilante is very angry. Jason sympathises heavily, but he too is an outsider here. He sits apart from the funerary rites, listening in, uninvited, unable to mourn, unable to move on. Batman calls him to continue working the case.

Bruce isn’t blind, Jason is struggling. He makes a plan to reach out to him if they don’t find his mom, which will of course negate the need for action.

They find Sheila.

It all falls apart in the same way as the original. Jason does not try to take on the joker, although that is how it’s interpreted after he’s dead. He is trying to rescue his mom. She gets clobbered over the head by a joker goon on the way out and bleeds out while the bomb’s timer is still ticking down. Jason dies, alone, trying to shield the body of his dead mom.

None of the post-death UN stuff. Stupid.

Bruce disguises the death for publicity’s sake. He changes Jason out of robins clothes and hides the joker’s presence there to protect batman’s identity.

Time skip. The African vigilante knows he has been lied to. His country’s legal system paid off, and justice perverted. He comes to Gotham in pursuit of both the Joker and Batman, looking for justice.

At this point Bruce is in deep grief, swinging wildly between rage and self hatred. He is shutting out everyone. He loses track of a human trafficking case in crime alley to focus on the joker and the other vigilante.

The ending is an echo and inverse of the climax of Under the Red Hood, but nobody has set it up, it’s just the way a messy fight between the three remaining players works out. Bruce must choose between inaction and saving the joker. He doesn’t choose. He is frozen, and we do not know if it’s a choice or if he shut down too much to act. He is not in control. Joker appears to have died.

Joker is found, injured but alive, and gets locked in Arkham. The vigilante goes home, disgusted, having gotten what little justice Gotham offers.

The human traffickers escaped in the background of the fight. It isn’t called out, just a detail in the artwork.

Batman goes back to work in an empty house haunted by the dead. Jason’s grave stands alone. Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. Batman won, and everybody loses.

[gay-dorito-dust]

please; i need general relationship headcanons of white rabbit from dmc netflix for easter

consider this a late easter gift since it's no longer easter anymore.

your relationship would be the most least convensional thing to occure, especially if you're human, well a human that has an open minded view on things and more compassion and empathy for most things.

not like in the sense of 'cry after stepping on a bug' but more 'this bug has a part to play in life, so killing it would be cruel and meaningless when coming from the typical response of it's ugly and invasive so i have to kill it.'

but regardless of how your relationship began, it was one that was unique one filled with possessivness/ terratorial -naturally a demon traits- respect and geuine love between the two of you founded on the stupidity and all consuming greed and hunger for power of humanity.

the goverment sucks but then again when does it never not suck? they abuse their power, don't protect the innocent but will protect their corrupt own, propoganda against demons and such while schememing into taking hell for themsleves...yeah sure like that's going to work out soooo well for them (sarcasm)

'they're like children given too much power to know nor understand the ramerfications of their actions.' you said as Rabbit hummed in agreement.

'children they are indeed my dear, children who think playing god is childsplay, until they realise they've taken on something that won't easily be sudued nor die as quietly as they'd like' he replies.

yeah shit talking the goverment is a common thing you'd do becuase it's so easy and brings you even more together. after all a couple who shit talks the goverment together stays together or whatever.

'heroes to the brianwashed public,' you began.

'villains to the sufering, weak, and unhoused.' rabbit finished, kissing your forhead.

anyway- this one is an absolute gentleman, he knows the sidewalk rule without ever having been told it, mainly becuase he wished to eliminate as many threats to your health by any means necessary, through means that were avoidant of conflict mainly

but will engage in such combat should he feel that the situation has escalated to the point where all other options have been greatly exhausted. rabbit is a smart cookie and will always use those smarts to good use.

He’s a sweetheart, though a possessive one based on a more demonic nature, not those over possessive ones though but just one where he’s not exactly keen on sharing you especially if there was another thriving for your attention.

You were his first and he’s not about to have someone try and ruin that, human or demon, he though it would be common knowledge not to try and steal things that didn’t be long to them. But apparently some needed to learn a lesson or two in that case. The forbidden fruit of one will always be sought after by those who have more than enough to satiate themselves.

If you have a tendency to fidget things, then fiddle with his ears, it’s fine he doesn’t mind it one bit if it helps you focus and will glare at anyone who will try to say anything about it. But there will always be a time and place where you can do this, so he substitutes his hand for his ears during those moments but most of the time his ears were for your fingers to fiddle and wiggle with to your hearts content.

Has seen you look up ‘is my rabbit happy’ once and now knows why you’ve been looking so intently at his ears, wondering whether his ears were indication that he was happy or worried/anxious or upset as to understand him without the usage of words if he wasn’t up for it.

He insists that you ask him, communication is key after all though he does find your attempt to guess his feels through the movement of his ears.

Back when he was trying to win your favour, this man may be use to demonic courting but would even stalk you from about 15-20 feet away when realising his advances may have been reciprocated, he doesn’t stalk you if he knew you weren’t interested he’s not that weird like most other people.

But when you do reciprocate his love then the distance will close between to two of you with his tail held high, it’s adorable with how closely his advances resembles the rabbits of your home (if your human) it’s cute to look back and see his tail held high, but the slight swagger in his step and look of pride within his eyes as he walked beside you was another thing entirely that you couldn’t help but find endearing.

Though you wouldn’t say anything, you just keep it to yourself as you lock your arm with his when he offered, smiling to yourself as you kiss his cheek softly, knowing you were safe by his side.

Rabbit has a rare selection of books that he finds and reads on the odd occasion as some human books were quite good, while others were just pig slop on half price offer shelves or belonged in bins, completely unused and unread.

(I would say what pig slop but weirdos who can’t read actual books will cry and piss themselves like adult babies who use unnecessary words they don’t understand to defend their ugly preferences)

And he reads them often to you upon your insistence that you liked listening to his voice as it calms you, serenades you to sleep as you are often found completely deep in slumber against his side after a few couple of sentences.

much to rabbits amusement as he admires how easily you trust him enough to fall asleep against his side, holding his sleeve tightly in your sleep as though you were afraid to let go or wake without him nearby.

So rabbit stays where he is for as long as possible until he realises that your position wasn’t comfortable for your neck and had to then move you to a more relaxed position for your benefit, though not before kissing your forehead and fetching a nearby blanket to keep you warm.

Do think sleepy midnight talks happen with this guy? Yeah I do, just silly little talks about your future, what it looks like without all the dangers residing within your everyday lives, where would you go, what would you like to see and where would you settle to spend the rest of your days together?

Simple stuff like that amongst many other things that made you realise that a happy ending might not be in sight for either of you, but as long as you were happy together now then your goodbyes later down the line will sound more like ‘see you laters’ instead.

but you didn’t want to think about that just yet as you rest your forehead against his, just happy to have him while you can and never taking a single moment for granted as you didn’t know when the last time could be, and so you just try to keep yourself close to him for the time being.

Keeping the happy memories tightly to your heart as he does keep his close to his own as well, all to well that what lies ahead was a one way street with no return in sight.

Nuzzled you with his nose from time to time just to hear you laugh at how it tickles, especially at your neck and more sensitive places like the inner part of your arm and legs. Rabbit just loves that laugh and wants to hear it as much as possible so that he may never forget it.

Rabbit doesn’t have much to his name, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try and treat you like he had everything at his disposal, teatime was mainly for the both of you to destress and talk about things that you couldn’t speak so freely elsewhere without someone overhearing, or just needing some quiet time alone together where words weren’t needed.

Your relationship is a bittersweet one because there was no happy ending in sight, there never was. It wasn’t guaranteed due to the nature of things.

[mauvecherie-writes]

duality: l.hamilton

pairing: lewis hamilton x black journalist!reader

summary: it’s two years on since and then a lot about your dynamic has changed. things are official and everyone is still none the wiser …

tags: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, extremely sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, dom/sub elements, spit, choking, some slight edging, aftercare.

w.c: 4.5K

reading list: @queenshikongo3 @dhlfastestlap @saintslewis @serpenttines-library @hopefulromantic1 @cocobutterqwueen @bluesole16 @emjayewrites @chaneajoyyy @melodichaeuxx-lacritquexx @sapphireheaven @olyvoyl @lewisroscoelove @lh44adore @hellomadamebutterfly @scorpiobleue @qveenmelanink @tremendousstarlighttragedy @angelinaevans @bekindbecoolbeyou @greedyjudge2 @itsapurrfectstorm @createdbylivingclocks @samiwzx @omgsuperstarg @peyiswriting @miyuhpapayuh @blowmymbackout @purplelewlew

previous part: super soaker.

Your friends loved a good gossip session and tonight’s topic as you sat in the exclusive club ‘Lounge 418’ was who had the best dick game in Hollywood. You had very little input considering you were still reaching the heights of your popularity as a journalist and you barely paid attention to the couple of men who had tried to get some type of access to you and it was going to be denied each time.

“The athletes though.” Marie smirked as the rest of the table hummed in agreement. “The toxicity adds a little sweetness to it.” She added which caused you to giggle. Chanel turned her body to face yours.

“Aren’t they all in your DM’s anyway? A fine ass woman talking about them in detail. I know that gives them an ego boost.”

It does. they messaged you all the time, wanting to quiz your knowledge in person. An arrogance that annoyed the hell out of you so you never replied. The only one who ever caught your eye was Lewis and it worked in his favour because he approached you accordingly. You had posted a podcast episode recapping on the events of his race in Brazil in 2021. As a long time fan of his - that was the race that sparked your love for him all over again.

The way you had spoken so passionately about him and his career, defending his right to the championship. Lewis had sent you a message thanking you for your support. It was short and sweet but your crush on him drove you to give him an answer then everything snow balled from there. That one episode changed your life for the next two and a half years.

When your relationship initially began, it was strictly casual sex but things got intense pretty quickly and the NDA was scrapped when things became more official between you. However, the both of you loved and respected each other’s privacy thus no one, even your closest friends knew.

So lost within your mind, you had forgotten that you were the focus of the conversation until Lewis’s sport was mentioned, your head snapped upwards.

“What about that F1 guy you’re obsessed with?”

Your cheeks warmed as a sense of bashfulness filled you. “What about him?”

“Has he ever slid into your DM’s?”

“I mean…” You shrugged your shoulders as you sipped on your French 75. “He was pretty chill and he was thanking me for my support for him for my podcast episode.”

“And that was it?” Marie raised her eyebrow and a small smirk playing on her face.

“We spoke here and there but that was about it.” You replied, trying to keep it as vague as possible. You remembered how flirty he was and how you had gravitated towards him. Your crush did quite a chunk of heavy lifting but Lewis was a natural charmer and he invoked feelings within you that had thought were gone. He brought them out and they haven’t dissipated since.

“He just looks like an absolute sweetheart. I don’t think he’d be that freaky though - seems like the vanilla type.” Your friend Vanessa commented. “Not that there's anything wrong with Vanilla.” She added.

“Nah, I say it’s the sweethearts you need to be on the lookout for. One minute, they’re feeding your strawberries and the next, they’re eating your pussy from the back and their thumb slipping into your ass.”

“That was oddly specific Marie.” Chanel raised her eyebrow with a grimace which caused all of you to burst out laughing. You hid your face behind your glass with a smile on your face.

As the alcohol flowed so did the topics and Lewis was no longer a focus which caused you to relax. You were beginning to think about him too much even though you had been with him in the morning before he left.

Then your phone buzzed in your bag. You placed your drink down and took your phone out and a message notification was on the screen.

🏎️💨: I see you.

You looked up from your phone and tried to search the crowds in the lounge but it was too dimly lit.

You: Lol okay, Mr Creeper. Where do you see me from?

🏎️💨: I’m a few tables ahead of you to the right. I saw trying to look for me. I’m in the blue cap with the TH tracksuit.

As soon as you read the description of his appearance, you quickly spotted him and you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. His attempts at disguising himself in public were always terrible and him dressed top to bottom in a Tommy Hilfiger two piece was certainly not doing him any favours.

You: You are terrible at hiding yourself lol. You’re staring right at me.

You: Also, what are you doing here??? I thought you were having a quiet night until I came to your place.

🏎️💨: The boys dragged me out. They say I haven’t been out in a while. I didn’t know we were on our way here until we were outside.

🏎️💨: Come and say hi.

“Who are you texting that’s making you smile like that?” Marie as she tried to snoop, looking down at your phone. You quickly locked your screen and placed your phone back into your bag.

“Nobody.” You smiled at her as you got up. Smiling at everyone, “I just saw someone, I’m gonna say go say hi and I’ll be back.”

Your friends watched you as you walked away from your table, their eyes widening when they see the men sitting at the table.

As you drew closer, your smile could not be stopped as you saw him sitting there on top of the booth, his legs spread. You could spot his rainbow coloured pearl necklace from the top of the track jacket.

With a small wave to the other men, you made it in front of Lewis, standing in between his legs.

“You look good enough to eat.” He mumbled in your ear as you hugged him.

“You look good too.” You replied with a soft giggle. His head turned slightly into your neck and placed a kiss in the depression of your collarbone through the fabric of your top.

Your sweet spot.

You almost moaned but your will power compelled you to pull away.

“Are you allowed to hug me like that in public?” You softly asked him.

“Anything I say goes and I wanted that hug. I haven’t seen you since this morning.” He licked his lips as he let his eyes fall down to your midriff. It was like he could see himself back in your bed this morning. You tapped his thigh so he could focus on your face instead and once he held your gaze and sighed, you rolled your eyes.

“Always in the gutter.” You commented.

“You’re in there with me.” He threw back at you with a smirk. With his grip on your forearm, he pulled you closer in between his legs. Feeling his warmth had you taking a deep breath as he stared at you without word.

“So what’s on the agenda? Everyone’s looking at us, they’re gonna pick up on it.”

“It’s been two years, let them speculate.”

“You know now that I’ve seen you, I just want to leave now and my girls are gonna ask questions.”

“Tell them what you want.” He said. “In about thirty minutes, you’re gonna meet me out front and we’ll go back to my place.”

“What are we doing at your place?” You asked as you played with his zipper.

“You’ll find out when we get there but make sure you book a hair appointment soon.”

“Jesus Christ.” You breathed out as you let his words sink into your bones.

“Okay.”

“Okay what?”

“Okay … Sir.”

“Good girl.”

God, the urge to kiss him was strong within you but instead you pulled away from him and got back to reality. You patted his chest before you finally withdrew and went back to your table.

“What in the hell was that?!” Chanel exclaimed. “You were trying to play coy with us but you knew that Lewis Hamilton was going to be here?!”

“Yeah, friends my ass.” Vanessa snickered

“First of all, I didn’t know he was going to be here.” You spoke as you reached for the bottle of fresh champagne on the table.

“Was he the one messaging you?” “Is this the first time you’ve seen him in a social setting?” “Girl what the hell was that? Y’all were all up on each other?!” “Yeah, what was that about?”

“What is with all these damn questions?” You tried to laugh them off and focused on drinking. All your friends narrowed their eyes at you.

“This is not over.” Maria pointed at you.

“Whatever.” You playfully smacked her hand away from your direction. And for the next thirty minutes, you had tried to focus back your attention on your friends but since talking to Lewis, your body was riddled with anticipation.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you quickly said your goodbyes, they playfully jeered you as you walked away. You rolled your eyes laughing at their remarks. When you got outside, Lewis’s bodyguard was waiting outside of his truck to open the door for you.

You greeted him softly as you slid into the truck and sat yourself beside your boyfriend, who placed a light kiss on your cheek. You melted into the side of his body as you rode from the lounge to his property.

When you got up to his penthouse, you were in awe of the interior design. You especially loved his floor to ceiling windows that gave you the most perfect view of the New York skyline. Your toes wiggled against the heated floors as you had taken your heels off the moment you entered his home.

You were standing by the window when Lewis came behind you, holding a small glass of wine.

“You always said that you’d wanted to taste one of my wines from my infamous wine fridge.”

“I always found it interesting that you’re not much of a drinker but every home you own has a wine fridge and a small bar.”

“I like the aesthetic of it.” He shrugged his shoulders. “And just because I don’t drink doesn’t mean I can’t cater to the people around me who do.”

You took a sip of the beverage and you almost moaned at the richness of the wine hitting your tastebuds. You had always been a wine snob and Lewis indulged in your tastes by buying you expensive wines that you wouldn’t even think of.

“I can’t believe you got me a bottle of Burgundy.”

“You’d been raving about it for a week when you saw that it was being auctioned. Personally I don’t see what the fuss is about.” His last comment caused you to laugh. The bottle was a Chateau Latour from 1984, matured for forty years and you had wanted it since your first big paycheck. The bottle being auctioned was a blessing in disguise but you always talked yourself out actually spending close to £500 for it.

Lewis bought it for you without a blink.

You took another sip, a larger one than the last.

“It has very intense notes. It’s herby but has a lot of fruity notes coming to the top. Black cherries and blackberries is what I taste the most but it leaves an earthy note when it’s done.”

“You sound so hot when you talk like that.” Lewis softly groaned which caused you to blush. You placed the nearly empty wine glass down as he encroached into your personal space. You tried to ignore the way that he was staring you down which was causing your heart to beat incredibly fast. You had always reacted like this to him and you honestly thought that was never going to change.

You licked your lips as he cupped your cheeks in his hands and caressed your skin with his thumbs.

“I just love hearing you talk about things you’re passionate about.” He traced your bottom lip with his thumb as he dropped one of his hands to your waist and pulled you into his body.

“Thank you.” You whispered, admiring his beauty up close. You loved the small beauty spot that sat high on his cheekbone and the double nose piercings with diamonds that caught the light from all angles. His lashes were long and curled and as he looked at you - they seemed to be touching his cheeks.

“Want a taste of the wine?” You asked with a little smirk on your lips as Lewis moved his hand to the back of your head.

“Yeah, give me a taste.” He mumbled before he leaned down and captured your mouth. Lewis moaned softly as he savoured the residue of the wine still on your lips. You couldn’t move your head much as he had moved his hands to cup your face in his palms as he controlled the kiss. You melted into his hold, silently begging for more as you held onto his wrists trying to stabilise yourself.

You nibbled on his bottom lip which caused him to growl, he walked you backwards until you were pressed into the window behind you. Finally, he moved his hands away from your face and trailed them down your body and gripped you as you wrestled with his tongue. His hands dipped into the hem of your skirt until one of his fingers hooked on your thong.

“Can we move to the bedroom?” You whispered as Lewis kissed down the length of your neck. Your fingers moved to his hair, tugging on his braids as his tongue licked on your pretty brown skin.

“No one can see you from up here.” He said as he licked on your earlobe before sucking on it.

“Maybe next time but I want you to take me on your bed.”

“You want me to fuck you into my mattress is that it?”

“Yes.” You gasped at his words and then he picked you up in his arms and began walking towards the bedroom. You capture his lips again - in a far more frantic manner as you clawed at his clothes, begging him to take them off. He threw you onto his king sized bed and then discarded his jacket and white vest.

“Take it all off.” He commanded you which caused you to whimper. You stripped out of your clothes until you were left in just your thong and before you could pull them down, Lewis pulled you towards him by your ankle, squealing as he dragged you. Your back settled down onto the bed as Lewis positioned himself in between your legs and pulled your thongs away from your cunt.

Lewis felt you tremble as he parted your folds with his fingers, teasing them as he watched you react to his touch.

“I always tell you this but you have such a pretty pussy sweetheart.”

“And you love playing with my pretty pussy.”

“Yeah I do. I’m gonna play with you and make you feel so good until I’ve had enough.” You moaned at his words and thrusted your pussy into his face. Lewis chuckled at your desperation, pressing the pad of his thumb on your clit.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked you as you took off your underwear completely.

“I want it so bad baby.” You replied as he got onto his knees and placed your legs on his shoulders. “Please.” You pleaded.

“Ugh.” Lewis groaned. “I love it when you get like this. So needy before I even touch you.” He turned his head to place kisses on the inner of your thighs.

“Because you love teasing me until I can’t take it.” He smirked at you right before he buried his head in your thighs. The first burst of your small whimpers left you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and softly sucked it into his mouth. Your hands quickly found their way into your hair, tugging on the strands as he sucked on your sensitive bud. His eyes moved upward to meet yours that were already looking down at him. Lewis’s gaze was so intense as he caught your every reaction.

Shaky breaths left you as he flicked his tongue back and forth on your nub. Your sweetness trickled into his mouth, dipping the muscle into your cunt. You squirmed in his arms as he continued giving you slow strokes of his tongue before changing the motion into a suction.

“Oh shit!” You gasped as you jerked up to your elbows and pushed the back of your heels into his muscled, tattooed back. Lewis softly groaned against you as his cock strained in his pants.

“Just like that.” You moaned as you pulled on the covers beneath you as you rolled your hips into his mouth. Just as your orgasm was on the eclipse, he pulled away from you and your sound of despair was music to his ears as he grabbed a strip of condoms from the bedside table and he threw them beside you on the bed.

“I hate it when you stop just as I’m about to cum.” You whined as you watched him cover his dick with the condom.

“I know sweetheart but tonight, I only want to feel you cumming on me.” He told you as he traced your opening with the tip of his cock as he crowded your body from above. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he hiked your legs to his waist. Lewis leaned down and pressed a searing kiss onto your lips, you hummed into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

He slowly slid inside.

“Fuck.” The both of you sighed. You dug your nails into his shoulders as he slid further into your cunt. Your lips brushed against each other as he slowly dragged his cock in and out of you as you continued to adjust to the stretch. Two years on and you still took a little time to accommodate him.

He placed a kiss on your hairline as he whispered sweet words in your ear. “Always tight and sweet for me.” You whimpered at his words as you tried to push your hips up to encourage him to pick up speed but all he did was put his hands in the crook of your knees, pushing them down. From the new position, his chains were dangling down into your face.

“Baby.” You called him.

“Yeah baby?”

“Don’t go sweet on me. I need you.” His strokes were slow, building his momentum but hearing you say that made his jaw clench. He’d always tried to be gentle with you never really letting his mask slip but there were times before where he had given you a taste and you craved for Lewis to let go of his inhibition.

“I’ll ruin you sweetheart. I’ll ruin you for good.” He mumbled as he pecked your lips.

“I’m yours. Do what you want to me.”

Lewis let your words wash over you and they made him buckle. He dropped his forehead onto yours with his eyes closed.

“Do you know the traffic light system?” He asked you and you quickly nodded your head in response.”

“Green means go, amber is slow down and red is stop.”

“Good girl.” He hummed, giving you one more kiss. “I still want a safe word.”

“Burgundy.” You shot out an answer which caused him to smirk.

“That’s my girl.” He sat up but he was still holding you down as he angled his hips and hit your spot at a different angle. Your breath ceased, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he began to focus on that same spot - thrusting into you hard and fast. Your walls tightly clenched around him, strangling his cock as your body was swept in pleasure. Because of the previous build up, your orgasm was quickly rising.

He could feel your warmth and wetness through the sheath of the latex and for the umpteenth time, his mind wandered to how you’d feel without the barrier in between you. His knees were already buckling , he knew without the condom, he’d crumble. However, he had to focus. Your moans were calling out to him, your hand was pressing at his abdomen to try and relieve some of the pressure but he wasn’t going to let up.

He would get you right to the edge, get your legs shaking before he would stop. Edging you over and over until you were begging with tears trailing down the sides of your face.

“Please, please, please, please.” You rambled as you thrashed your head around, completely overwhelmed with your nerves being overshot by his actions and his dick pushing deeper inside of you. Your eyes were closed as you tried to regulate your breathing to focus on not climaxing.

“Open your eyes baby.” Lewis grabbed your cheeks, the pain of his blunt nails digging into your skin forced you to open your eyes. “There you go. I need you to keep looking at me as I fuck you stupid.”

He hiked up your right leg to his shoulder as he picked up his pace, pounding into you harder and faster.

“Lewis!” You exclaimed his name as your back arched off the bed, gasping for air as his hips snapped harshly against your skin. He loved the way his name fell from your lips, the best music to his ears. “Right there baby!”

“Open your mouth.” He demanded and you promptly let your mouth part. He hovered above you and let some spit drop into your mouth. You whimpered as you quickly swallowed and showed him your tongue to show him that you’d done it.

“That’s my good girl.” He smiled at you and then wiped your bottom lip, smudging the last of your lipstick. His fingers were so close and you took them into your mouth, sucking on them causing his rhythm to stutter. He pushed his fingers a little bit further into your mouth which caused you to gag a little bit and you kept sucking on his digits.

You have a thing for choking and he’d picked up on that but hadn’t really done much to play with you until now. Lewis took his fingers out of your mouth and brought them to your neck and applied just enough pressure to make your walls clamp up around him. You squeezed your eyes closed as more tears came - you couldn’t hold back anymore, our body was begging for release and Lewis continued with his teasing.

“Hold your legs up.” He told you and when your arms hooked around your trembling thighs, Lewis bent his body so that his head was closer to your chest and took a nipple into his mouth. He grazed your areola with his teeth before sucking on your nipple causing your walls to quiver around his dick.

Even without words, Lewis could feel your body crying for release. “My dirty, dirty girl. I can feel you milking my dick, just trying to take me for all my worth.” Using his weight to hold you down, one hand still around his neck and the other coming in between your bodies to pinch your clit before moving his fingers in swift and fast circles on your nub.

“This pretty pussy doesn’t want to let me go sweetheart.” He whispered into your ear before placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“I need to come.” Your lips were against his ear, his cold jewellery touching your warm, flushed skin. “Please let me come, Sir. Let me come for you.”

“What if I don’t want you to? What if I just want you right on the edge? Hm? What if it brings me pleasure edging you and watching you suffer?”

“Baby…”

“You can stop it now. Just give me the word and I’ll end it all right now.”

You shook your head. “Don’t stop.”

Lewis then shifted your position yet again, this time with your knees now on each side of your head. He began fucking you harder than before which left you incoherent, begging and pleading for any and everything.

Your juices were drenching the both of you and with each thrust, the slapping of wet skin caused an echo to carry across the room.

“I’m gonna come!” You inhaled sharply as your chest heaved for air. Lewis placed a kiss onto the back of your leg.

“Come for me baby. Wanna feel you drench my dick.” His words broke the dam. Your whole body was set ablaze as your orgasm consumed your body as you called out his name in a desperate cry. Lewis dropped his head into the crook of your neck, sucking your skin into his mouth as he fucks you through the climax.

His thrusts became irregular and sloppy until he was moaning against your flesh as he erupted into the condom. You held onto each other as the both of you tried to control your breathing. Your bodies were covered in sweat and the stickiness of your fluids in between your legs.

Your body was still vibrating from the intensity of your orgasm. “I can’t feel my legs.” You mumbled in his ear causing Lewis to chuckle. He turned his head and kissed along your jawline before capturing your lips into a soft kiss.

“Did I hurt you baby?”

“In all of the best ways.” You smiled against his lips. “One of the best orgasms you’ve ever given me.”

“One of many.”

“God, I love you.” You groaned as you wrapped your arms around his neck as he began to move away from the bed and towards the bathroom. He sat you on the counter of the sink as he walked to the bathtub to fill it with water before coming back to you.

He parted your legs and grabbed a wet rag and began wiping you down. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt you baby?” The marks of his touch were beginning to show on your skin and the concern in his tone made you swoon. You placed a hand on his cheek and made him look at you.

“I’m fine baby, I swear. I still feel like you’re holding back on me.” You replied.

“It’s our first time venturing into that type of play. I don’t want to overwhelm you just yet. Things tonight were already intense so we need to be careful about that.”

“Hmmm.” You hummed as your walls clenched around nothing and your nipples began to tighten. “God, I love it when you talk to me like that.”

Lewis smirked down at you before leaning forward and kissing you once more. “I take being a dom very seriously. You’re my girl and I love you so I have to be extra cautious.”

“Are you finally going to make me yours completely?”

“You already are, sweetheart, I don’t need to dominate you to prove that.” He licked his lips before picking you up and walking you to the tub.

“No, but it would be nice.” Your answer caused him to laugh as he settled the both of you in the warm water. Your body was sore in all of the right places and here you were in the arms of the same man who brought you the sinful pleasure and now the most tender affection.

The duality of his love.

ru’s letters 💌: I cannot believe that this was sitting in my drafts for two years. I did some adjustments for it to be a sequel and instead of a prequel. Hope you loved it my angels 😘.

edit: thinking of doing a final part for this where we fully explore Lewis in a full Dom mode. Let me know what you think 🫶🏾

[ladyfocalors]

The Prefect and their Knight

summary: As a devoted knight-in-training, Sebek sees guarding Malleus as his most sacred duty. So when Malleus begins spending more time at Ramshackle, Sebek appoints himself as your “overseer” to ensure you don’t lead his young master astray. You, however, are less than thrilled about having an overly loud half-fae constantly critiquing your every move. But as time passes, Sebek finds himself watching over you just as fiercely as he does Malleus… and that’s a realisation he’s not quite prepared to face.

pairing: sebek zigvolt x gn!reader

warnings: threats of violence but no actual violence occurs, arguments (Sebek and Prefect mutually annoyed by the other)

word count: 2.8k

i like this one a lot. i am very proud of this one, especially the ending.

As the proud protector of Malleus Draconia, Sebek considered it his solemn duty to remain vigilant at all times. It did not matter that Master Lilia assured him Malleus could defend himself. It did not matter that Silver, his fellow knight-in-training, believed in letting their lord enjoy his friendship freely.

What mattered was that Malleus had been visiting you with increasing frequency.

And that was unacceptable.

Sebek had never understood why his young master was so taken with you: a mere human, a magicless one at that. It was one thing for Malleus to humour you with small talk, but now he visited the Ramshackle dorm regularly, staying for hours at a time. It was highly improper.

Suspicious, one might even say.

And so, Sebek took it upon himself to monitor the situation.

"Overseer is the word you’re looking for," you muttered, after the third day of him tailing you. "Or pest. Either one works."

Sebek huffed, crossing his arms. "It is my sworn duty to ensure that my lord’s time is not squandered on foolish endeavours. I shall not permit you to lead him astray with your human nonsense!"

You shot him a confused look. "He comes here of his own free will. What exactly do you think I’m doing to him?"

"That remains to be seen." Sebek narrowed his eyes at you. "And I intend to find out."

You only rolled your eyes at his response and went about your day.

If someone had told you months ago that Sebek Zigvolt—the loudest, most overbearing knight-in-training you ever had the misfortune to meet—would become a permanent fixture in your daily life, you would have laughed and maybe cried a little.

But there he was, standing stiffly in front of the Ramshackle dorm, arms crossed over his chest, his usual frown firmly in place.

"Human!" Sebek barked the moment you stepped outside. "You are two minutes late! A grave offence, considering I have taken it upon myself to ensure that you do not engage in any behaviours that could tarnish the reputation of Lord Malleus!"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Good morning to you too, Sebek."

He huffed, unimpressed by your lack of urgency. "Do not think your casual demeanour will fool me! My lord has deigned to visit this wretched dormitory far too often as of late, and as his loyal retainer, it is my sworn duty to monitor the situation." His sharp green eyes glowed. "That means keeping a close watch on you."

You groaned. "You make it sound like I’m up to something."

"Perhaps you are!"

"I'm not!"

"You could be!"

This was how it had been ever since Malleus had started visiting Ramshackle more frequently. Though you weren’t sure why the fae prince enjoyed your company so much but you welcomed his presence—he was far more pleasant than most of the student body. But apparently, his repeated visits had triggered some sort of protective instinct in Sebek, who, had decided that you required 'supervision'.

"You are simply too suspicious," Sebek continued, oblivious to the headache he was giving you. "A magicless human, yet somehow you have gained Lord Malleus’s favour! How? What is your scheme?"

"You keep talking about the same thing everyday. You keep talking about schemes and how you 'intend to find it'. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have a scheme?!"

"Hm," Sebek squinted. "That is exactly what a scheming human would say."

You inhaled slowly through your nose. You were going to strangle him. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow either. But someday, when he least expected it. Or you'll glue his loud mouth shut, that will teach him to—

"What's all the yellin’ about?"

Grim poked his head out of the dorm’s doorway, ears flicking in irritation. "You’re makin’ a racket first thing in the mornin’! Some of us need our sleep, y'know!"

Sebek straightened, placing a fist over his chest. "As the future King of Briar Valley’s retainer, it is my sworn–"

Grim groaned. "Yeah, yeah, we know already!"

You turned back to Sebek, tilting your head. "Don’t you have training to do?"

Sebek stiffened. "I— !" He shut his mouth abruptly, then squared his shoulders. "My training is of no concern to you! The only thing that matters is fulfilling my duty! And right now, that means ensuring you are not a bad influence on Lord Malleus!"

"If anyone's a bad influence, it’s him," you said with a teasing grin, eyeing his reaction carefully.

Sebek gasped, scandalized. "How dare you!"

Grim cackled at your suffering. You were pretty sure he only put up with Sebek’s visits because he got enjoyment out of you and Sebek butting your heads together. But you didn't find it entertaining when all he did was shout and insult you. He refused to call you by anything except 'human', as if it was all you were.

It was safe to say that you were quite irritated. You could never look at him in a positive light ever.

Sebek was frustrating. Sebek was loud. Sebek was persistent. Sebek was obnoxious.

And at that moment, you wanted nothing more than to fight him.

"You are insufferable!" You shouted at him, fingers curling into fists at your sides. "Do you even hear yourself? ‘Oh, human, you are this! You are that! And Lord Malleus is the best!’ It’s all you ever talk about! You’re like a broken record– no, worse!"

Sebek scoffed, entirely unfazed by your outburst. "That is where you are wrong, human! My vocabulary is vast and refined, far beyond the comprehension of someone as unlearned as you!"

"Sevens!" You threw your hands in the air. "Do you ever shut up?"

Sebek raised his chin proudly. "Silence is the refuge of the weak! A true knight must always make his words known, lest his foes believe him to be unloyal to his master!"

"That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."

"That is because you are ignorant!"

You clenched your jaw, vision blurring with anger. Your fingers twitched, itching to do something, you weren’t sure what, but the thought of grabbing him by the collar and shaking him like a dusty rug was becoming more and more appealing by each passing second. You were thankful Grim was away with Ace and Deuce otherwise he would witness seeing you like this.

You huffed and glared at him, cracking your knuckles.

Sebek, however, only arched a brow. "Resorting to petty violence? Hmph. How weak."

That snapped you right out of it.

You blinked, stunned. "What?"

"Only those who lack true conviction resort to meaningless aggression." He crossed his arms, looking down at you. "It is the way of cowards and fools. Do you count yourself among them?"

You were offended by the insult, but the sharpness of your anger had dulled into utter shame at his words.

Because he was right, was he not?

You weren’t actually going to hit him, obviously, but the fact that you wanted to, that you had let his words get under your skin so easily, was… disappointing, to say the least. Sebek was always loud, always frustrating, always managed to ruin your mood. But you have met and handled worse. Sevens, you handled overblots and survived.

You exhaled slowly, forcing your fingers to uncurl. "No," you muttered, feeling very ashamed. "I don’t."

Sebek nodded approvingly. "Good. Then do not entertain such foolish impulses again."

You stared at him, feeling a little stupefied and a little stupid too. Was this his way of giving you advice? Either way, you didn’t have the energy to argue. You rubbed your temples, willing away the headache that had begun forming the moment your day started.

A moment of silence passed between you, something exceedingly rare when Sebek was involved. You took the opportunity to actually think about him, not just react to him.

Yes, he was frustrating. Yes, he was loud. Yes, he was Sebek. But he wasn’t… bad.

In fact, if you were being honest with yourself, he had a lot of admirable traits.

Like how he never hurt you despite all your teasing.

He was dedicated.

Despite his self-imposed ‘duty’ to oversee you, his devotion to Malleus was something to be respected. He had a fierce, unwavering loyalty, no matter how many times Lilia or Silver reminded him that Malleus was perfectly capable of handling himself. And he cared about Lilia and Silver too.

He was disciplined.

Sebek trained harder than most people you knew. He was always striving to improve. Every day, rain or sunshine, he pushed himself to his limits, all for the sake of his duty, his purpose.

He was honest.

Blunt to the point of rudeness, but never deceitful. You never had to wonder what Sebek was thinking, because he would always tell you, loudly and without hesitation. There was something strangely refreshing about that.

He was–

You stopped yourself before that list could grow any longer. You weren’t about to start appreciating Sebek of all people. That was a slippery slope line of thinking.

You sighed, glancing back at him. He was studying with his arms still crossed, back straight and brows furrowed. His words had stopped your anger in its tracks and made you self-reflect for the first time in weeks.

How annoying.

You weren’t sure what everything swirling in your brain meant, but you had a feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you found yourself looking at Sebek Zigvolt in a different light.

At some point, his watchfulness became less about scrutinizing you and more about… keeping track of you.

He started noticing things.

Like how often you skipped meals because Ramshackle’s kitchen was barely functional, resorting to whatever meagre snacks you could scrounge up with whatever thaumarks you had left.

Or how you always walked back to your dorm alone at night, braving that despite being a magicless human surrounded by rowdy students with magic with a thirst for fighting, without a second thought.

Or how you always made sure Grim was fed before yourself and how much you cared for your two Heartslabyul friends.

And before he could process why, Sebek started adjusting his behaviour. He never outright admitted to caring (of course not!) but he made certain adjustments.

If you skipped meals, he would grumble about "humans being weak and requiring sustenance", before reluctantly shoving some of his own food towards you. More often than not, he would 'accidentally' have extra food which he would always shove towards you.

If you walked alone at night, he would happen to take the same path, even if Ramshackle and Diasomnia were nowhere near. He would be loudly declaring, "It would be disgraceful if a knight-in-training allowed even a measly human to fall prey to the dark!"

If you were exhausted, he would scoff at your lack of endurance but also quiet down and maybe even shut his mouth, allowing you rare moments of peace.

Sebek did not understand why he was acting this way.

It was simply logical, was it not? He was tasked with ensuring Malleus Draconia’s safety, and his young master had chosen to spend an inordinate amount of time in the company of this human.

Of course, Sebek needed to oversee you! Who knew what sort of foolishness you might drag Malleus into? What nonsense you might fill his head with? It was a matter of responsibility as a knight.

…then why did it feel like his concerns had little to do with Malleus anymore?

He realised the way his feet would naturally fall into step beside yours. He would walk past the Ramshackle dormitory unknowingly, he would feel a prickle of irritation when someone spoke dismissively of you.

Most troublingly, he realised it in the way he no longer thought of you as a nuisance.

No, you were still a frustrating, stubborn and reckless magicless human prone to nonsense. But you were capable. You were not without merit.

You had faced trials beyond anything most students could imagine, overcoming adversity despite your lack of magic, despite the odds stacked against you. You were far stronger than he had ever given you credit for.

It was that, surely, that kept drawing his attention.

But he would do nothing of it. He was here to serve the future King of Briar Valley, and you would be a distraction.

So, he avoided those thoughts until Malleus was the one to talk with him.

"Sebek, you have taken quite the liking to the Child of Man." Malleus stated.

"SUCH A STATEMENT– THAT IS… THAT IS ABSURD!"

"Oh? Are you saying I am wrong?" Malleus smiled.

"NO, THAT IS NOT WHAT I–"

Malleus, still smiling, rested his chin on his hand. "I see no issue, Sebek. In fact, if you wished to court them, you would have my blessing."

Sebek made a strangled noise.

Sebek had started avoiding you. Not in an obvious way, he still encountered you, but he cut interactions short. He kept his distance, and the most alarming was that he was quieter.

You noticed it immediately. Of course, you would, there was always this silence Sebek filled when Ace and Deuce were not around and now that he wasn't there, you were starting to sort of miss him.

And so, for the first time since this entire mess started, you sought him out.

"What’s wrong with you?" you approached him in the halls during the interval between classes.

"What?! What nonsense are you spouting now, prefect?"

"You’ve been acting weird." You crossed your arms. "Avoiding me. Being quiet."

Sebek scowled. "I do not avoid you!"

"Oh, so now you also lie?"

His jaw tightened. "No, I–"

He stopped. You stared at him.

"… Malleus gave me his blessing."

"Blessing? For what? And isn't getting a blessing from him a good thing?"

At your words, Sebek looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. His jaw clenched, his hands curled into tight fists at his sides, and his entire body radiated tension. He looked as if he was about to argue.

But he didn't.

"It is a good thing. Ordinarily," he said stiffly.

Ordinarily.

You frowned, tilting your head. "So, what is the issue? What did Malleus give you his blessing for?"

Sebek's lips parted, then pressed into a firm, thin line. His hands flexed, then clenched.

"TO COURT YOU!"

The words exploded from him, echoing down the hall with enough volume to startle a group of passing students. Several heads turned in alarm, a fellow first-year yelped and nearly dropped their stack of books.

You, meanwhile, could only stare.

Sebek looked worse than you. His fists were clenched at his sides, his entire body wound tight like a coiled spring. His face was flushed, and for all his usual bluster, there was embarrassment clearly printed onto his face.

Sebek liked you. He had grown to care for you. And now he was waiting—tense, flustered, expecting you to reject him, to throw it in his face, to laugh. And maybe you would have rejected him months ago. But not now.

You didn’t know what you wanted, exactly, but you did know you didn’t want to dismiss this.

So, carefully, you said, "Sebek."

His gaze locked to yours.

You exhaled, tilting your head slightly. "And… what do you want?"

That, apparently, was not what he had been expecting. His brows knit together, his lips parting slightly. "What?"

"You told me what Malleus said." You let your hands fall to your sides. "But what about you?"

Sebek’s mouth opened. Shut. Then opened again. His ears were tinged pink, and for a brief moment, he actually looked adorable.

Then, in a voice that was quieter than you had ever heard from him, he admitted, "… I do not know."

After a moment, you nodded. "Okay."

Sebek blinked. "Okay?"

"Okay." You shrugged. "I think I like you, but I don't know what I want either. So, how about we become friends who happen to like each other, and then we figure things out?"

You extended your hand towards him, a bright smile on your face.

Sebek stared at your outstretched hand as if it were some foreign object. His fingers twitched at his sides, his posture rigid. For a long moment, he did not move. You began to wonder if you had overstepped, if this was too much for him. And then, just as you were about to lower your hand, Sebek grasped it.

His grip was strong, steady, but not crushing. His palm was rough with callouses from years of training.

Sebek swallowed, his expression still caught somewhere between bewilderment and a barely-contained emotion you couldn't name. "Then… we shall figure it out."

You smiled. "Yeah."

The bell rang, signalling the end of the break. Sebek released your hand, clearing his throat with a sharp exhale. He straightened his posture even further, if that was even possible, and turned on his heel.

"I shall walk you to your next class!" he declared, voice regaining some of its usual fervour. "It would be disgraceful to allow someone so reckless to wander about unsupervised!"

You laughed, "Right. Of course."

As you fell into step beside him, you noticed he was walking closer to you than before.

© ladyfocalors

[vivi4nn4]

Could you maybe do the brothers reaction to mc being terrified (or terrorized but some other demon whatever you come up with) and running PAST another brother going straight for him. Like he's THE safe space?? Thank you for your writing service

yes my lovely I think this request is so so cute! And honestly I think this is one of the worst works I’ve done so far but I have hope that maybe it’s not that bad but I apologise if it isn’t the best the more lower down the brothers I got the more I realised they become out of character but enjoy! (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

The brothers reaction to being your safe space 𝜗𝜚 ⊹₊ ⋆

lucifer ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— lucifer as the sin of pride will be so pleased with himself he will go the whole day feeling high n mighty of himself

— lucifer will definitely protect you no matter what happened just like the rest of his brothers so no need to worry

— he loves , even adores the fact that you view him as your saviour n safe space it makes his pride shoot up his arse n out of his head

— he’s definitely going to use this knowledge to his advantage n in his favour the fact you choose him over anyone else

mammon ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— mammon would do anything to protect u n to keep u safe

— but seeing you run past his brothers n go straight to him gives him a funny feeling of happiness n satisfaction knowing you pick him

— he will definitely use it against you saying stuff like “ you picked me bcs im your first mammon “ “ obviously you knew the great mammon was the best brother “ “ the great mammon will always help you “

— on the other hand he will definitely laugh at you n poke fun for being scared

leviathan ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— leviathan would be so surprised he always thought that he would never be the one that you would run to for help

— all of his envy about the other brothers being your saviour n not him flew right out of his head

— not the mention how happy he would be in the inside he would be screaming like a fan girl knowing you choose him

— but that doesn’t mean he’s the best at it no no leviathan is middle ground he is sorta good at protecting you n knows that’s what he wants to do but doesn’t mean he is the best to do that job

— leviathans self doubt gets in the way a lot n this situation is no expectation but he will try his best!

satan ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— satan will be so happy that you chose him n he will your protecter forever

— Satan does everything to be there for you whenever you need wirh a hug or whatver else you want

— he will definitely stick up for you no matter who or what it is or what situation is happening

asmodeus ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— asmodeus is so full of himself after you choose him he definitely does round with a pep in his step for the rest of his week

— but after saving you he wants to be rewarded by going shopping or doing your makeup since he’s been so brave by protected you!

— asmodeus is definitely like leviathan he can protect you n will without hesitation but he’s definitely doesn’t go about it in the best way but don’t second guess him he is the 5th brother for a reason!

beelzbub ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— beelzbub oh beelzbub he is definitely the best choice , his kind nature , his big heart, his strength he is a protecter made from birth

— he did fight in the celestial war n he was a warrior and that pays off

— beelzbub would be so happy n his heart melts knowing you see him as a safe space n your protecter over his other brothers

— he’s an absolute sweetheart n will do anything for you you melt his heart in so many ways! But don’t underestimate him he is one if not the strongest of the brothers

belphegor ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺

— belphegor is lazy as we know but he will protect you don’t doubt it but in the most laziest way possible unless something that has angered him has happened then he’s ready n riled up

— even tho he is the sin of sloth don’t underestimate his power

— he will definitely laugh n make a joke to you about how you were scared ect he just loves seeing your flustered face

[wncestnoir]

implied wincest; pov mary

(she knows but she doesn't want to acknowledge it really)

Mary noticed it the moment Sam walked into the kitchen— he moved stiffly, favouring one leg as he leaned against the counter, gripping his coffee like it was the only thing holding him upright. She’d spent enough time around injured hunters to recognize when someone was covering up pain.

“You okay?” she asked, her eyes flicking over him, waiting for him to admit it.

Sam barely hesitated before nodding, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Mary narrowed her eyes. He was lying. She studied him, expecting him to crack, but he held her gaze, casual and steady. Fine. If he didn’t want help, she wouldn’t push.

But before she could push, Dean strode into the room. His eyes barely skimmed the room before locking onto Sam, and just like that, the entire atmosphere shifted. Dean stopped mid-stride, his easy smirk fading into something sharp, something focused.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked, voice already edged with concern.

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing.”

Dean didn’t even blink. “Bullshit.”

There was a beat of silence. Then, without any real resistance, Sam admitted, “I cut my leg.”

Mary’s stomach twisted. So he had been hurt.

Dean was already moving. “How bad?”

“Not that bad.”

Dean didn’t believe that for a second, and neither did Mary. But unlike her, Dean didn’t even ask before pushing Sam toward a chair.

“Sit down,” he ordered.

And just like that—like muscle memory—Sam obeyed. No argument. No hesitation.

Like this was just how things worked.

Mary watched, arms crossed, as Dean knelt in front of his brother and carefully unwrapped the bandage. She caught the way Sam relaxed under Dean’s touch, caught the way he barely flinched despite the obvious sting.

Like this was normal. Like this was routine.

Dean’s fingers were steady, firm but careful, like he had done this a thousand times before. Because of course he had.

He had been the one to raise Sam. And the thing that killed Mary was that he knew it too.

Dean wasn’t just being protective—he was proud.

Proud that Sam had come to him instead of her. Proud that after all this time, after everything, he was still the only person Sam truly trusted to take care of him.

Mary felt it like a slap. I’m his mother. That’s supposed to be me.

But it wasn’t. And maybe it never had been.

When Dean glanced up at Sam, his voice softened just a fraction. “You should’ve told me sooner, Sammy.”

Sam swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. “I didn’t… I don’t know.” His voice was quieter now, almost uncertain. “I told Mom I was fine, but then you walked in, and…” He exhaled. “I guess I just wanted you to handle it.”

Mary felt that like a slap.

Dean finished wrapping Sam’s leg, patting it lightly before standing. His hand automatically found Sam’s hair, ruffling it with that effortless, easy affection that made something burn in Mary’s chest.

It wasn’t just casual care.

It was intimate.

Mary saw the way Sam looked up at him—eyes warm, lips twitching like he was holding back something softer.

She cleared her throat, forcing herself to sound calm. “You really didn’t think to come to me?”

Sam’s guilt was immediate. “I didn’t mean anything by it, Mom.”

And maybe he hadn’t. Maybe it wasn’t intentional. But the fact remained—when he was hurt, when he was vulnerable, when he needed someone—he didn’t go to her.

He went to Dean.

Again.

Like always.

Mary took a sharp breath. “I’m your mother, Sam.”

Sam flinched slightly, and before he could even respond, Dean squared his shoulders beside him. His entire stance shifted—defensive, protective. Possessive.

“He knows that,” Dean said, his voice sharp.

Sam winced, glancing at Dean before looking back at her. “I know, I just—”

“Then why?” she asked, unable to keep the frustration from her voice. “Why go to Dean?”

Something flickered in Sam’s eyes, something hesitant. He looked at Dean again, and Dean met his gaze with something fierce.

Then Dean turned back to her.

“Because it’s me and him,” he said, voice firm. “It’s always been me and him.”

The finality in his tone made her chest ache.

Dean wasn’t just explaining.

He was staking a claim.

Mary swallowed, feeling something heavy settle in her gut. She opened her mouth, but there was nothing to say, nothing to argue—because she hadn’t been there.

Dean had.

Always.

And Sam let him.

Sam didn’t just trust Dean—he belonged to him.

The weight of that realization sat heavy in her throat.

She glanced between them again—Dean’s stance, firm and unwavering, Sam’s eyes still lingering on him, soft in a way that wasn’t brotherly.

Oh.

Oh.

Mary took a slow breath, something unreadable flashing across her face.

She didn’t say anything else—just nodded once and turned to leave.

She didn’t need confirmation.

She suddenly just knew.

Mary had spent years dreaming about getting her family back. But now, standing in front of her grown sons, she realized—this wasn’t her family to reclaim.

It was theirs.

And no matter how much she hated it, no matter how much it hurt—there were some bonds she would never break.

She didn’t look back.

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just a little drabble aka my attempt of getting back into writing and because i couldn't shake this idea out of my head. there's just something so appealing about mary and the boys. her looking on from the outside and analysing their relationship. it's just so fascinating to me. anyways <33333

[shanklin]

In a world where the belief of humans can create gods and deities, Stan dies from an infection soon after losing Ford.

It’s just a minor setback! Or so Ghost!Stan tells himself as he tries desperately to figure out how to touch stuff again. It doesn’t help that Ford warded most of his things against ghosts.

One day while practicing to become corporeal Stan comes across a couple of weird creatures [a gorilla wearing underwear? Unicorn made out of corn? A horse riding another horse? What?] ranting about Bigfoot and how stuck up she’s gotten ever since she ascended to godhood just because some crazy fanatics turned the hunt for her into a cult.

Meanwhile smaller szories and folktales like them are trying their hardest to survive. But peoples belief is fading and soon they will be forgotten and cease to exist.

This changes everything! Stan knows a great business opportunity when he sees it!

It’s almost too easy to abuse the system.

Religion has always been a scam in Stan's opinion. So he might as well turn himself into a god.

Good thing Ford did all the hard work for him by becoming the mysterious science man in the woods. All Stan has to do is to make himself visible long to create Mr. Mystery.

The belief of the townsfolk grants Stan enough strength to become corporeal and soon enough Stan opens his temple [tourist trap] for business. 

People pilgrimage to his holy ground, pay tithings [entrance fees] listen to his sermons [tours] and leave offerings [cash] in exchange for blessings [cheap souvenirs Stan tells them will bring them luck]. They even take little statues of him back home and convert others to believe in him as well. [It's a fun tourist trap why wouldn't you believe the owner exists].

Eventually he even gets his own priests [employees] to help him out.

In exchange for favours Stan also promotes the almost forgotten and fading folktales he meets. They quickly become his most loyal followers. Stan may have scammed his way into godhood at record speed but he still cares for the little guys. He’s saving their lives and they could not be more grateful. 

The other gods however HATE him but cant do anything about it because he's not technically breaking any rules.

With every new believer Stan grows stronger and changes.

His lies turn into reality. His souvenirs become actual blessed artifacts protecting the owners and Stan becomes one with Gravity Falls. Its true protective deity. Time has no meaning and throws up a barrier protecting his home. The same one Ford has already studied in the past.

And when the zodiac fails and Stan tells Bill that that doesn’t matter because Bill will die here, Gravity Falls rumbles with excitement.

Stan spins a story about the deity protecting this land and how they will not allow Bill to break the barrier or harm them any further.

All Stan needs for everyone to do is to close their eyes and pray.

“Stan, we don't have time for your ridiculous lies!”

“Just once in your life do as I say and believe in me, Sixer!”

The people of Gravity Falls have surprising faith in their local conman and so do the kids. With no other options left Ford closes his eyes and says a short prayer.

When he opens his eyes again the world is engulfed in blue flames and before him stands the young form of his brother surrounded by the real life versions of fake tourist attractions.

Stan puts on his holy knuckle dusters and grins. 

[fawnslatte]

THORNS GROWN FROM ENMITY!

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Sylus was always self-assured and assertive. If he couldn't get something, he simply waited for the right moment to strike and claim it. However, love is not planned in war strategies or business negotiations ── rather, it's so unpredictable even for the leader of Onychinus, for he found himself becoming watchful and protective over his very own reliable partner. He refuses to acknowledge either.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Rating : Suggestive · +18 · Slight Angsty/Comfort.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 Sylus × Fem! Reader · Prompt : Jealous & Territorial Sylus · Starring : Sylus Qin · Reader-MC · Xavier Shen.

𓂃 . 𐑞 Masterlist ˖ ࣪ . ‹3

© 2025 fawnslatte .ᐟ ──────　requested by anon.

　 THE AMOUNT OF TIMES it took you to make this simple soufflé recipe was astronomical. You were beyond annoyed with yourself at this point, for your lack of cooking skills was a phenomenon that only just recently occured. You were a mean chef, and you loved preparing small treats for your friends in the Association, but after the incident . . . it was like you couldn't do anything at all.

You huffed, tossing the napkin to the counter aggressively, racking your fingers roughly through your hair. Deep rugged breaths escaped your lips, frustration building up to its nearest peak.

“I can't do anything right!” you grasped the back of the chair behind you, knuckles straining from the strength behind your grip. It was like you were not functioning, like you were —

“Weren't you the one who taught me that patience is a key ingredient to cooking right?” a soft masculine voice interjected amidst your spiralling thoughts. You turned your head to catch sight of your work partner, Xavier, looking at you kindly.

Sometimes, you truly believes you did not deserve it.

“I must've been under something when I said that,” you grumbled, pushing yourself to stand with straight posture. “I told you to not get out of bed yet, your wound–”

“– is going to heal, anyways,” he sighed. “Thank you for being such a good host.”

At this, you smiled. It was a tired little thing, your eyes devoid of the familiar glimmering light. The mission took a toll on you much more than you expected, and Xavier was in a even worse condition thanks to his recklessness. If he wasn't such a good teammate, you would have changed partners ages ago.

“You better appreciate all my hospitality then,” the threat was plausible. “Because I can't cook for shit right now.”

Xavier looked at the small bowls with interest. It looked alright to him, and a spoonful of the soft baked dish was enough of a evidence. Why would you say you can't cook? He frowned, glancing at the mess around the kitchen island. You were not a perfectionist, that much he was certain, so why . . .

Realisation doned on him, and his lips tilted up to a teasing grin.

“I guess these are indeed inadequate for that fruit vendor boyfriend of yours.”

You looked at him blankly, blinking as you registered his words. The reaction was immediate as you grew flustered, swatting him in the arm but flailing in panic. You knew it, they were not good! You need them to be perfect because Sylus does not adapt his tastes in cuisines, and you are in no way a gourmet chef.

“Hey, I was kidding,” Xavier placed a hand on your shoulder, frowning at the look in your face. “Don't do that, everything is going to be alright. He'll like them.”

“What if he doesn't?” your shoulders drooped. It wasn't insecurity that you were feeling exactly, but a certain trepidation that Sylus won't like what you made for him. You poured a lot of love and effort into making something delicious and it will crush you if he doesn't find them enjoyable.

A small part of your mind told you he would never do that, but you ignored it in favour of perfecting the recipe.

“I think you'd be delusional if you don't see the way he looks at you every time,” he shook his head, taking a soufflé in his hands. “He looks ready to eat dirt just to see you happy, so cut yourself some slack.”

Your heart melted, and you couldn't help but lift your palms to cover your cheeks, feeling your face growing hot. Deep appreciation for your friend coursed through you, and butterflies danced in your stomach at the thought of Sylus's soft gaze and vocalised thank you's.

Maybe you were overthinking it? Maybe there was no need to worry since it was made from you with him in mind?

Still . . .

You looked at the soufflés and a idea struck you like lighting there and then. A couple of vegetables will do perhaps, cherry tomatoes and maybe soft sour yoghurt cream...

You smiled, excitement shooting through you.

You did not notice the crow, Mephisto, sitting in the current cords outside your apartment, looking at you with red eyes as it reported everything back to the leader of Onychinus.

　SYLUS thinks of himself as a rational man.

It retrospective, it has nothing to do with actual rationality, but rather about the fact that he is not one to dive blindly into situations. Being impulsive and a daredevil was much more of your forte that his has ever been, so he picks himself as the moon to your sun even if he's the one more likely to set the world ablaze.

And if Mephisto comes back with recordings of you, clad in your tight pajamas, with a attractive gentle looking man on your loft? Well ── he is not one to tense up or become territorial.

He would say if he did not watch your reactions, seeing you flustered around said man . . . and what a adorable expression was that. He may or may not have set the pen he was writing down a little harsher than intended.

Therefore, he starts moving subtly.

A couple of strings, a couple of threats, and a couple of amiable negotiations later, he wished he never actually delved into blondies' identity.

Xavier Shen ── or rather, Lumiere.

You have Lumiere of all people at your apartment. The same Lumiere that saved you years ago, who you still talked about with such gratefulness and softness in your gaze.

There was a entire different beast that started building up inside him. It was not the same as the sizzle that stupid mannequin left behind, or the irritation he felt when one of the trouble twins touched you to spite him. This one was uglier, more vicious and much more overwhelming than anything he had ever felt before.

He wanted to bite you.

He wanted to bite you, and glare at you with his carmine eyes. To watch as you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, your mouth gaping open in utterance of his name: Sylus, Sylus, Sylus.

“Sylus!”

Ah, his kitten has finally arrived.

“I'm not here,” he drawled, leaning back on his office chair, crossing his foot over his knee. It was the definition picture of nonchalance, when in reality he was actually burning.

The door opened, and the sight of you standing there with a brilliant shy smile almost melted him on the spot. You were dressed in your semi-formal clothing, a nice pink long sleeved blouse with a long hanging bow tied at your waist, and a flowy white knitted skirt. You looked so cute that he was reminded of the tulips you had smiled at once, and his entire being softened immediately.

Well, just for a second, before resolution was brought back forth once again.

　“SY!” you beamed, bringing in the front a picnic basket. “Glad to see you're doing nothing! You're coming with me.”

A chuckle left his lips. “Am I, now? Why are you so certain I am not busy? For all you know, I could be on a break.”

“Because I said so,” you placed the basket on his desk, leaning against the furniture with your hip. “I haven't seen you in a while, so I'm kidnapping you.”

Sylus could only raise his eyebrow in amusement and leaned in to place his elbows on the mahogany surface, knuckles supporting his chin as he looked up at her with a sultry gaze. “Is it really a kidnapping when the hostage is willing to be detained?”

You blinked, and you hoped he couldn't see much that made you blush. You turned your body to the side and tilted your head down, coming close face to face with him, your noses almost touching. “I guess not. It will be just a . . . romantic escapade.”

You both held eye contact as you took each other in, his carmine eyes looking at you with something undecipherable. How peculiar; it has been a long time since you saw him that troubled, the slight furrow of his eyebrows giving everything away.

You tilted your head, and the action was so feline-like it made a smirk appear on Sylus's lips. He hid it behind his fist, looking up at you from under his eyelashes.

He was trying to seduce you, and you narrowed your [colour] eyes at his blatant flirting, feeling the atmosphere shift.

“Just like the cozy escapades you've been having with your dear hunter? Because I would like to remind you, unlike him, I'm more . . . high maintenance.”

It took you seconds to fully comprehend what just came out of his mouth, and when you did you reeled back, blinking at him in confusion, perplexity even.

“What? Did you just ──”

“You always forget that Mephisto constantly watches over you ──”

“Sylus!” you snapped, standing now to your full height, the proximity between you two turning slightly hostile with the way you loomed over him, hand flat down to the desk, glaring. “Did you just imply that I am cheating on you?!”

“Maybe not cheating,” he allowed, leaning back on his chair in leisure. “But tell me, is it really a matter of innocence when a foreign man walks around, freely as he likes, on a very much taken woman's apartment?”

He stood up, and you went to scowl at him for even implying that the love you have for him was nonexistent, but your words were shut down before even their utterance when he captured your lips in a rough, indolent kiss.

It was much unlike anything you have felt before. It was rough in a way your lips stinged, in a way that had you gasping and you could not come for air because he was kissing you, taking your breath away literally. You could barely sense when his hand came to cup the nape of your neck, almost engulfing it with his long fingers.

You pulled back and he let you, both of you panting for whole different reasons. Angry tears gathered in your eyes and a lump formed on your throat, but all melted when he kissed you again, and again, and again, softer but with purpose. His nails gently scratched your nape, and your answering moan was more due to relief than anything else.

“You always talk about him,” he almost snarled into the deceivingly soft kiss. “At the days when you're not with me, you're running around with this Xavier, doing who knows what.”

You launched your hair to his silver hair, grasping the traces with a good amount of strength. You sat on the desk now completely, sliding closer to him until your chests were almost touching. “Sylus, are you– are you jealous?”

This time he did snarl, and it was pure fury and possessiveness behind the sound. You had no time to snap back before he had you embraced and close to him, claiming your lips once again, with all his rose crimson petals and thorny stems — thorns that grew from enmity. He was breathing heavily through his nose, pouring all the frustration, all the love he has for you into the act.

“I am.”

It was a quick admittion, all truth and honesty with no way to beat around the bush. And you? You must be sick in the head because you melted, lips parting to kiss him back just as fiercely. You tugged on his hair and almost smirked at his painful hiss, and you deepened the kiss until he was all but trembling against you.

“Silly man,” you huffed, breathing heavily. “Why would I want anyone else when you're mine?”

“. . . fuck,” you heard him mutter, his words almost muffled from how bruised his lips looked. “Say it again.”

“You're mine.”

“You are mine,” his hand tangled through your [colour] traces. “I don't want him around you, it burns me ── it's pathetic,” He scowled.

“Sylus, you don't sound like yourself.”

“I don't feel like it,” his forehead touched yours. “I feel like I'm eighteen again, not a pleasant experience.”

You giggled. “I make you feel like a teenager again? Aww!”

Sylus shot you a glare, but there was no heat behind it. Only a quiet resignation as he sighed. “. . . I'm sorry.”

“For what?” you looked at him expectantly.

“For getting jealous . . . for implying you're not loyal,” he closed his eyes. “I don't know what came over me, sweetie.”

You hummed. “I will consider your apology.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and before you could even blink, he had his mouth on your neck, biting down until it left a mark and had you whimpering.

“You damn hound!”

“Let me show you how sorry I am, but . . . what about you?”

Your eyes widened, and you shot him a glance of disbelief. “Me? I did nothing wrong!”

“Your. apartment.”

“We just came back from a mission! We literally live in the same building!”

“Oh?”

“No, wait ── Sy? Sylus! Wait! ── Eeek!”

He tossed you over his shoulder like a shack of potatoes, his free hand sliding down until he shoved it in his pocket, walking towards his bedroom with a smirk on his lips.

“The romantic escapade can wait, we have more important matters to negotiate.”

“Negotiate? I'm not doing anything! Let me down!”

“Sy?”

“SYLUS!”

“That's very generous of you, Mr. Shen, but I believe my girlfriend is just fine using her own heater, thank you.”

“Oh, that's alright,” Xavier shot the taller silver haired man a suspicious glance, before looking at you. “He doesn't look much like a fruit vendor.”

He said it so accusingly, like he knew, and you pressed your lips together in annoyance as Sylus wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to his embrace in front of your teammate.

“I've been told that a lot. Though I am but a humble businessman. Having three manors are too little for us to live. Won't you say so too, kitten?”

You never wanted to punch someone in the face so much before.

FUN FACTS & HEADCANONS!

One of Sylus information sources about Xavier was a baker named Charlie.

Sylus never felt quite that jealous before in his life, he was always very assured and confident. Therefore he doesn't know how to handle such feelings well when they happen, unless he shoves them away or ignores them.

When Sylus gets too possessive, [Name] will treat him more gently but very firmly. You are secretly happy because the feeling is very much reciprocated, but you don't tell him in case he starts hiding it from you.

The twins kiss [Name] on the cheek once in a while to get on Sylus's nerves, but also because it's a way to show affection to you without being too much or too little.

The soufflés were devoured by Sylus on your picnic, and he promised to make you [your favourite dish] at the upcoming Saturday.

Sylus admitted that this was the first time he genuinely felt jealous over another man.

You sympathised with him but also tried to make him see reason. Xavier is not only your teammate and partner in the Hunter's Association, he is also a brother in everything but blood.

You admitted that you could see having children with him one day, two girls and a boy, and that Xavier along with Tara would be their godparents.

Sylus promised you he'll have you visit the lady that saved him from the desert some day. For some reason, it felt like he was telling you you're meeting your in-laws . . .

[shrimpybbq]

a timeline of rafe cameron and obx actress!reader’s character’s relationship (+ their real life one) pt 2

season 2: the yearning

season 2 is where rafe's obsession with iris really grows

he's constantly wondering about her, and how she feels about him. he's so convinced that she hates him and will never speak to him again, but he has this feeling that she won't report him

after john b and sarah 'died', iris spends more of her free time with the pogues. she comforts jj, and often seems to end up bailing him out of trouble

but they don't know that rafe's managed to get her phone number, and he keeps sending her messages trying to explain what happened on the tarmac - she doesn't respond

he even tries to go to her work, but she's not working that day

as rafe spirals, he genuinely feels she's the only one who would be able to understand him

he messages her before he goes to the bahamas

r: "hey, i'm gonna be gone for a few days, but i still really need to talk to you, ok?"

r: "please, i need to explain"

r: "just give me a chance to explain"

r: "please"

iris has him under his first initial in her phone, just in case any of the pogues happen to see her notifications. finally, she decides to respond, if only to understand more (and to get him to stop texting her)

i: "ok"

rafe literally shouts with joy seeing her response, no matter how dry it is. she's finally acknowledged him

while he's away, iris goes to see barry. her mom has been getting worse, and in a way, barry understands what she's going through. he's surprisingly good to talk to and the pair end up smoking together more than once, venting about their lives

in his deluded state, rafe truly thinks he will be able to win iris over with the gold. he's dreaming about paying for her mom's medical bills, winning her favour and looking after iris, living their happy little lives together forever

iris and rafe finally talk at tannyhill, rafe pleading that he was just trying to protect his dad. surprisingly, she listens intently, and lets out some small 'hmms' and 'mhms'. they get back to neutral ground, though she's still torn between what to do, but inside, she knows rafe shouldn't go to prison for a mistake

side note: ward oversees the pair talking, noting his son's wildly erratic hand gestures and decides to keep an eye on whatever is going on between the two

they're good for a few days, and then the pogues return to kildare with a very much alive sarah and john b, and everything changes once again

iris was so busy working that she hadn't had much to do with the gang, until jj texts her that john b had been arrested, and that rafe had tried to shoot them all - safe to say she's disappointed

oh but she's so mad when she hears of him trying to drown sarah, and she fully ices him out again

rafe kidnapping iris was not his finest idea, but she won’t listen to him after she hears and he’s just so mad. he’s got her in his car on the side of the road, just trying to get her to listen but she keeps telling him she “knows what he did”

rafe doesn't register what he's done until the sound of her sobs cut through his internal monologue, shamefully apologising and dropping her home, not even trying to say anything more

he’s just mean mean mean in this season bc he's hurt, but also he wants iris so bad and when she won’t even look at him, he can't control his actions

iris hears from the pogues that there is a warrant for his arrest and can't help feel concerned for him, only to be both shocked and concerned at the sight of ward cameron blowing himself up, her being the one to console sarah on the pier

everything is awkward between the pogues now, but it only gets worse once they see the texts on iris's phone following rafe's release from jail, him asking to see her...

they completely shut her out, refusing to even speak to her, and it only serves to push her further into rafe's (extremely willing) arms

he wants her to stay with him for the next few days, unknowingly about to bring her into all the drama with the cross

iris and rafe end up kissing for the first time just before he manages to get the cross for himself, and from then on, it's on between them - they're all over each other. think making out against the wall, in bed, on the couch

they both understand each other, able to see through the tough facade they put on and be vulnerable around each other. at their core, they’re just two hurt kids clinging on to each other

rafe literally thinks he will combust if she ever tries to leave him after he got a taste

unfortunately for him, he tries to get her to come along with him to guadeloupe, but she refuses

"Rafe, I can't leave my mom…. she can't survive without me," Iris whispered.

"No, no, c'mon, we can go together and I'll make sure she's got a carer and everything, the best medical treatment, ok? I just - I just need you with me for this," Rafe pleaded, desperation seeping through his tone.

"I'm sorry Rafe, but I can't."

and just like that, the beginnings of their relationship crumble, leaving rafe feeling betrayed, hurt and angry, spiralling as he lost something he barely had, and leaving iris all alone on kildare once the pogues get lost at sea, vulnerable and hurting

season 2: behind the scenes

heheheheehhehe

season 2 is where rafe and iris get closer, and the flow on effects are felt between drew and obx actress!reader

the kisses they share on screen are so steamy it has fans freaking out, especially at the quick glimpses they get of their tongues melding together. even people from outside the fandom start resharing videos of the kiss with hashtags like #wantthis #hot #menext

like i'm talking hands in hair and 'rafe' gripping her waist like he's about to be torn away, pulling away panting, red lips, etc.

drew and obx actress!reader had both spent time looking forward to the kiss, each secretly reminiscing on the kiss at jd's party. neither objected when they had to redo the take multiple times

the lingering touches shared between their characters are also picked up on, with rafe often touching iris and keeping her close by the end of the season

drew and obx actress!reader spent more time together this season working to develop their relationship after the directors told them more of the series plans, growing their bond even more

the attention on season 2 is greater this time around, with more fans and more people interested in the actors personal lives

obx actress!reader posts a few behind the scenes pictures, but nothing that really gets tongues wagging

it's a picture posted by madison bailey that does, with drew and obx actress!reader lying next to each other on a yacht, the pair side by side as they appear deep in conversation. fans go crazy from all angles, from the tiny bikini she was wearing to drew only in his swim trunks

the pics of them getting clingy and touchy later on in the evening don't ever make it out however….

the cast just sigh, having flashbacks to the 'friendly kisses' the pair always seem to share after a few drinks

in interviews, fans learn of obx actress!reader spending christmas at drew's and they just go wild, convinced the pair are in a secret relationship

with rafe and iris becoming more important characters in season 2, interviewers are lining up to film with the two of them alone, and for the few that manage, the views on the clip are sky high

it's literally just drew and obx actress!reader flirting and giggling the whole time with each other

obx actress!reader 100% simps for drew, complimenting his new look to the interviewer and saying he looks so handsome. drew can only blush and look down at his hands, all shy and cute

ok but lets talk about the bloopers!

it's the scene where they're in the car, rafe begging iris to listen to him after trying to drown sarah, and drew is waving his hands around wildly and accidentally hits her in the head. drew is instantly all over her, tenderly brushing her hair away from her head, checking in on her and apologising so much. it's quiet, but the microphones pick up on drew whispering "are you ok, baby? 'm so sorry"

but yet, they're not in a relationship??? and then drew starts filming hellraiser and people become convinced he's dating odessa??? and everyone is just so confused (including drew and obx actress!reader)

but then? there's pictures posted by paparazzi of drew and obx actress!reader together in new york, seeming far too close to be platonic and cuddling up against each other? queue even more confused fans

hehehe

Q: if i were to give obx actress!reader a love interest to spice things up and build some more angst, who would you want to see???

[sonicssweetheart]

do u do x reader fics / reqs ?

if so,,,, can u do prime characters x reader headcanons (none in specific js curious on your ideas!!)

sonic prime characters x gn!reader || platonic / romantic headcanons

ᝰ.ᐟ disclaimer: i’m simply sticking to the new yoke city + green hill universes since that would take a lot of time to write!

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— sonic ;

there’s no doubt that sonic needs you around at all times throughout the plot. any universe he goes, he wants you to go with, no excuses. however, this backfires because he never stops to think how something may be affecting you negatively and only thinks the opposite.

“i..i assumed you would want this too after seeing things the way i do.” (ref to THAT scene…)

that being said, sonic can be selfish at times, but of course he always has the best interest at heart. he simply needs to learn how to think before he acts.

he’s very playful and finds it hard to be serious when you need him to be so the most, all because he’s afraid of confrontation and constructive criticism. he can be a little stubborn when it comes to you trying to ease him out of denial, but when he finally lets go, you can tell how anxious he is.

is always reminding you how much you mean to him at random moments. it could be completely out of the blue, when you’re reading a book or doing laundry, he doesn’t see a restriction to remind you of your worth. you will never have to worry about not being enough for him.

— shadow ;

it takes ALOT for shadow to be direct about how he feels about you; it’s all about subtle things for him.

he will show up to your door with a gift and brush it off like it’s a daily thing and has no impact on your relationship, or completes a task for you that he deems as “not worthy enough for you to stress about.”

his compliments come off more as rude rather than genuine and polite. again, he can’t be too direct out of fear of embarrassment — so sugarcoating it with annoyance works for him.

“don’t wear that, what are you, ancient? that piece doesn’t give you any credit.”

“you’re undeniably fatuous. however, you’re not dull, i guess i’ll give you that.

secretly protective as well. he will sneakily follow you around or just keep an eye on you by a nearby tree whenever he has an instinct that something may go wrong. he unquestionably abuses the chaos emerald to get to wherever you are as fast as possible. if he were ever caught, a scoff and a “i’m ensuring you will not cause havoc by acting foolish.” is the most of an explanation you will get.

if you’re travelling the shatterverse, he is very precise in the rules you follow so you don’t get hurt or lost. he would blame it all on himself if that were the case.

— amy ;

in the green hill universe, she adores you like a bee loves a flower. she takes pride in being close with you, and i like to think she always her arm linked with yours. she’s comfortable enough to talk to animals around you, as it comforts her immensely. she loves when you do little things for her like tending to gardens around the terrain, making her little crafts and standing up for her over little disputes between her and whoever.

“you do so much for me, y/n, you are so… ugh, i don’t know! thank you, for everything.”

in the new yolk universe, rusty rose is indifferent about you depending on how you treat her. if you act as if you’re sorry for her and see her mechanical front as a disability, she will refrain from speaking to you. your best bet is to treat her as you would anyone else but still admire the small things about her that makes her her. she doesn’t want anything huge, like big favours or even small things that don’t matter to her, however she LOVES flowers, just like canon verse amy. when you finally confess how you feel about her and offer a rose, the poor girl is so confused, yet secretly beaming inside.

“…i do not comprehend what you are telling me. you… really? i do not believe i was programmed to reciprocate, but… i feel warmth. is that good?”

— rouge ;

in the green hill universe, she is infatuated by you, however she still makes you work for her friendship/love. she likes the reassurance that someone will fight for her, as for i believe she was wronged in her past. help her fight in battle, participate in her favourite activities, compliment her style; you will gain her trust and devotion quickly. rouge likes to tease, knowing that you feel something for her, whether it be just wanting her friendship or more.

“dear, you know if you want something, you can come get it, right? it’s upsetting seeing you so defeated. oh, what’s wrong? did i touch a nerve?~”

in the new yoke universe, she rests similar, however she is very devoted to the friends and acquaintances she already has. she isn’t looking to complicate her life anymore, and would rather look ahead then stay in place and relish in the moment. but, you can twist that fact by helping her out without getting in her way. she will begin to see your respect and appreciation, and might even reward it with a token of gratitude.

“i saw what you did back there. i gotta say, you’re.. something else. don’t, uh, be a stranger.”

— knuckles ; (new yoke —> no place. dread knuckles>>)

in the green hill universe, he’s pretty stern towards you at first, but grows protective fast. as much as he wouldn’t admit it, he shows off in front of you in hopes that you’re impressed by his manly attitude and confident demeanour, and holds pride for weeks on end when you acknowledge it. he’s the type to challenge you to different activities that test strength and skill, and whether you’re successful or not, all he admires is your willingness to try. he loves those who don’t care if they’re good or bad at something and does it anyway because they want to, not because they have to, which sort of makes him think of his younger self and soothes his self destructive behaviour over it.

“not bad, little one. best of five next time? …you’re tired? oh, don’t be indolent. we’re almost done.” (he wants to see you thrive sooo bad)

in the no place universe, he is very upfront. if he wants to hang around you, take you on a date, have a deep talk, or anything along those lines — he’ll let you know. this man knows he’s everyone’s dream to befriend and follow like a God, and he takes pride in that. he’s also very persuasive by convincing you to do things you would never do, whether it be something as simple as trying a new food or swan diving off of mount everest. you give him that rush he craves in life, especially since life can be plain out on the water, but you give him that spark whenever you comply to his challenges. sometimes late at night while you’re both coaxed in the mood on the dock, he’s sloshing whiskey in his tainted cup and muttering to himself you.

“err… without you, this ship’d be soulless for sure. ya’ bring a fire, a flame to this old lassie, and i’d be sure not even hell could melt the ice frozen upon its ol’ heart.

— tails ; [FAMILIAL/PLATONIC ONLY]

in the green hill universe, tails admires you. he looks up to you as his mentor similar to sonic and is always happy to help when you’re in need. since tails didn’t grow up with a parental figure, sometimes he catches himself imagining such with you, and he feels embarrassed. he isn’t used to relying on someone else to fix his problems, and usually he just plain doesn’t like it. but with you — you follow his boundaries perfectly which makes him feel immensely appreciated and seen, something he looks for in a friend. he’ll let you know once in awhile how he appreciates your kindness, but his insecurities slip through every time.

“you know you don’t have to do this, right? i know im a kid, but you don’t have to take care of me… you want to?” (he looks down at whatever he’s doing, where you can see the small smile creep on the corner of his mouth)

in the new yoke universe, he is very apathetic towards you at first. he sees you just as another sonic, trying to change him to be his opposite reality self, but when he’s met with acceptance and loyalty — he begins to change his mind. he would never say it out loud, but he has a small spark of hope that you could be a forever companion he wouldn’t have to worry about betraying it. his ways of showing how he cares differs from letting you watch/help him work, crafting you things you mentioned you needed, letting you ask questions about his past (which takes some time). however, the smallest inconvenience relating to your friendship towards him can trigger him such as mentioning going somewhere without him, wanting to hang out with someone else, or just seeming off throughout the day.

“did you just lie the whole time? is that was this is? a game? original, y/n. i can’t even look at you right now.”

but, of course, when the reassurance and gentle conversation follows quickly afterwards, he reverts to an embarrassed but now angry at himself front.

“… okay. just… you would tell me if you were a traitor, right? sometimes i’m stupid and can’t tell. sorry.”