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The Stranger & The Thief (roommate!abo)

prompt: YN needs a roommate but has never been around alphas. Harry is the alpha her parents warned her about.

word count: 9.6k+

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YN didn’t mind alphas.

Not at all.

YN had grown up in a solely beta household which meant out of all of her family, she was the only omega.

It was difficult growing up, trying to figure out all the intricacies of her secondary gender when her family had no idea what any of it was or what it meant.

Heat was something that had been tortuous to figure out because she did that completely on her own.

All her parents could do was put food and water outside the locked bedroom door periodically as the heat, the pain, the agony persisted for at least five days before she started to feel relief.

A depression always followed for another week.

Then anxiety would start to consistently hurt her chest in the week leading up to her heat because her body is dreading the impending doom, of being dragged through the cycle with nothing that seemed to soothe the ache for her.

YN logically knew the solution would be an alpha, an alpha would be able to solve the problems that she was able to figure out on her own, in the privacy of her bedroom.

However, she grew up in a community that was mostly consisting of betas and omegas, there were a few alphas but none that would have been an option for YN.

Alphas intimidated her.

They were aggressive, demanding, dominant whereas she grew up around betas and omegas who were nurturing, empathic, patient.

It was two different worlds and though her parents did not speak down on alphas, that had made it clear that they felt like YN should settle for a nice beta.

YN never thought anything of it.

She did not crave an alpha.

Well…only during her heats but outside of that, there was no desire to mate with one.

All of her partners up until this point had been betas, that had been just fine for her, none of them were too serious.

The closest she got to a serious relationship was Tate, a gentle beta who was nice, thoughtful, and everything YN thought that she wanted in a partner.

It had been going strong for a few months when her heat had hit.

Tate had come over to offer assistance like they had previously discussed but it had not worked out well at all.

YN was embarrassed, she knew she had to face her boyfriend sooner or later, and she put it off for two more days after her heat.

They met at the coffee shop that was an even distance between their apartments.

Tate’s demeanor was off from the minute he sat down, he refused to look at YN directly in the eye, and he didn’t reach out to hold her hand across the table like he normally did anytime that they were out together.

He was the one who spoke first, “This isn’t going to work out.”

YN’s eyes widen in utter disbelief, things had been going so well up until her heat, “Tate, you cannot be serious. I…I’m sorry I acted that way but I did not know that was how I was going to react! We…I won’t ask you to help me out again but we don’t have to break up over it.”

Tate laughs without any humor, “I truly never thought you were a knot-snob.”

YN tenses at the derogatory term, it felt venomous coming out of his mouth, “Why would you say that? I’ve never even been interested in an alpha!”

He shakes his head, lips curling upwards in the slightest, “Really? Because I came over to help you, brought groceries, other things to help take care of you, and when I walked into the bedroom, you growled at me like you were feral.”

YN swallows harshly, she remembers, very vaguely and almost through a fog but she knows what he is saying is truthful.

“You demanded I leave because I was a ‘poor excuse of a man’ because I was a beta,” Tate’s anger cracks into something more devastated which made her feel awful because that was never her intention to hurt him, she would never purposely do that, “You said that I must be delusional to think I could satisfy you. Only an alpha could.”

YN knows there’s tears brimming at her eyes, she was aware of how nasty she had been to him, didn’t fully remember everything she had said but she did believe him about what he was repeating because it’s what went through her mind.

She remembers feeling disgust at seeing him, none of that love she normally has for him was present in her mind at the time, just pure anger that a beta thought that they could please her.

“We just don’t have to spend my heat together, Tate,” YN tries, she truly liked him, loved him as a friend, and saw potential in loving him as a partner.

Tate scoffs, self-deprecating as he finally meets her eye, “I will never be enough for you, YN. I know you weren’t in your right headspace when I came over but your nature made it very clear that you would never be satisfied in our relationship.”

He takes a deep breath, “You…You were a whole different person when I came to you. I thought omegas were supposed to be sweet, pliant, and gentle during their heats. You were agitated, aggressive, and hostile in a way that truly frightened me.”

“Tate, please,” YN reaches for his hand but he retracts it instinctually back onto his lap.

“I…I am not doing this because I want it to be like this. I saw a future with you, truly, I did. I…I really think that you should be with an alpha because it’d be unfair for you and the beta if you continue to date them,” Tate sighs as he gathers his coat, he does have that same gentleness when he gives her a soft smile, “I do wish you the best of luck, YN.”

YN had curled in on herself after that, tucked away into a shell, and has been in there ever since.

It’s been about six month since she’d broken up with Tate and she had made the mistake of asking another beta for help during her heat, it was friend who knew what they were in for but she just had to really make sure that it was unsafe for her to be with a beta before she ruled them out of her dating life.

YN was only on the precipice of her heat, hoping that if the beta came while she was still more cognizant that it would go more smoothly.

That turned out to be an absolute mistake.

Trevor was coming with the idea that he may need to leave within a few minutes of being there or he could be staying for the length of her heat depending on how it would go.

She had given him the key to get into her apartment so that he didn’t have to wait around for her to answer the door.

YN unfortunately remembers the events that transpire but even though she was aware during their interaction, she felt out of control of her body as she typically did in heat where she couldn’t stop herself from reacting as her wolf mind wanted her to.

“YN? Are you alright? I’m here,” Trevor calls out, smiling when YN appears in the small hallway of the apartment, “Oh hey, sorry I was late but there was a line at the store -”

YN’s eyes are wild, unfocused, and her hair is already messy from rolling around in her nest that she had spent time meticulously building as she started to fall into her heat, “Get the fuck out.”

“YN, listen we talked about -” Trevor begins easily, undeterred at first by her words.

“What? Do you think that you’re going to help me through this heat?” YN laughs meanly, shaking her head with a sharp, cruel smile, “I can smell you. What a weak fucking scent. A beta comes into my home like they can satisfy my heat. You are a joke to think you could give me what an alpha could.”

Trevor swallowed harshly, trying not to let the words hurt his feelings, his masculinity, the security he typically felt in his secondary gender but YN’s words were meant to gnaw at his insides, make him question himself.

“YN,” Trevor replies firmer, standing a bit straighter despite his hands trembling.

“Beta,” She replies but it rolls off her tongue like an insult, “You are nothing to me. You think I would want pups from a weak fucking beta? I’d rather never have a knot in my life than the little you have to offer me. You will never be my alpha.”

Trevor has to bite back the insulting name he would want to call her, knowing that that wouldn’t be helpful but also that him being here was not going to be helpful nor did he want to stay because he was worried she was about to rip his throat out.

He shakes his head, a sour taste in his mouth at the rejection of the omega, he had already been insecure in comparison to the alphas around him.

However, he had a crush on YN, he was stupid for thinking that she would magically be okay with him supporting her through her heat, and now he was realizing that was an absolute mistake because he felt worse than he ever as has before.

In the moment, that was her goal to make him feel that he was less than and she had succeeded.

“I’m just going to leave,” Trevor tells her as he turns towards the door, his bottom lip was quivering as he hangs his head, trying desperately to rationalize this, this wasn’t the kind, sweet, YN that he normally knew, this was feral at best.

“Good,” YN coos as she stands defensively in the door, her eyes were darker than Trevor had ever seen them and the smile on her face wasn’t one that relayed friendliness, it was like she was about to downright murder him.

Trevor has never moved so fast in his life.

YN was lucid enough during that to understand why Trevor avoided her like the plague after that, never returning her texts, and the one time she ran into him at the gas station, well he acted like he’d never seen her a day in his life.

She held no blame or ill-will, the things she said were nasty, cruel, and unlike her normal character but it wasn’t an excuse.

YN sent him a few long messages detailing how sorry she was, how she regretted putting him in that situation because she valued him as a friend but they all got left on read.

After that, she stopped trying to find anyone to help her with her heat.

She deleted her dating apps and pushed off the idea of finding someone else.

YN also went to the doctor for her erratic behavior during these times.

“Heat-Induced Aggression and Rage Disorder,” The doctor had told her simply, unphased by her explanation of her symptoms, “Most omegas can spend their cycle with any secondary gender, even other omegas. However, the disorder occurs when an omega requires an alpha and will become aggressive when a beta or an omega attempts to help.”

“How do I solve it?” YN asks desperately, this meant that she would never be able to spend her heat with someone and she couldn’t possibly imagine actually being with an alpha, she’d never been around one, really.

YN, of course, came in contact with alphas on the day-to-day, it wasn’t like they were rare.

It was that she didn’t have any friends, coworkers, or connections to alphas because she was in such a densely populated beta area before moving to the city after she graduated college.

“You need to find an alpha who’s willing to spend your heats with you or continue to spend you heats alone,” The doctor shrugs without any better explanation, “Unless you wish to take medication to completely stop your cycle but that has major medical risks that I would advise against, especially if you ever wish to have children.”

That’s where YN is at, with a disorder that doesn’t have a treatment that sounds remotely reasonable to her.

Searching whether in person or online for an alpha partner was extremely unsafe which meant that she had resorted to the fact that she would forever spend her heats alone, in pain.

It made her jealous when her omega friends bragged about how enjoyable, how blissful their heats were spent with their partners.

YN wishes she loved hers but instead, she finds herself thinking death sounds more pleasurable than forever spending five days locked in her bedroom by herself, a slave to her own nature with no help from anyone.

++ a year later ++

YN was going to pull her hair out, it was official because why was it so hard to find someone who appeared somewhat normal to fill the empty bedroom in her apartment?

For the last three years, YN had lived in peaceful harmony with her beta friend, Eileen.

Eileen had started dating her girlfriend, Regina, right after they moved in together.

Two weeks ago, Eileen had let YN know that she was moving out and in with Regina after their recent engagement which meant that she no longer had any income to help her with the rent nor the utilities in less than a month.

YN could technically afford everything on her own, the lease was in her name but it made money tight enough that she had to budget down to the dollar which she despised doing - it was much more manageable when she had someone splitting the bills with her.

And because she would rather not have to cut back on her frivolous spending like her unreasonable expensive smoothies and sure, maybe everytime she sees a pair of socks that look exceptionally comfy she feels the need to buy them.

However, after a third interview with a potential flatmate, YN thought that this may be an impossible task and she should already start her budgeting because there had been issues with all three interviewees.

The first, beta, needed the bathroom from six to nine pm with no explanation as to why.

The second, an omega, stated that she would need to be able to conduct an in-person yoga lesson with six people every other day in their living room.

The third, another beta, demanded that they split the fridge storage fifty-fifty because their last roommate put milk on their shelf of the fridge which they defined as a ‘personal attack’ because they were vegan.

So hopeless is where she found herself after that third beta.

That’s where Niall comes in, her lovely lovely beta friend who sometimes she worries has rocks for brain and other times he’s absolutely the most brilliant being to ever walk the earth, it just honestly depends on the day.

However, she could kiss him when he arrives at her apartment with a bag of chinese takeout and something to solve all of her issues completely, “I have a mate from work who needs a place. He makes good money so I know he’d have no issue paying his part. He’s cool, I trust him enough to recommend him, I’ve worked with him for like six years.”

YN barely even hesitated, she trusted Niall enough to know that he wouldn’t have offered the solution if he didn’t think that it was a good option for her.

He does get sheepish halfway through, “I…I did forget to mention that he’s an alpha.”

YN pauses at that, narrowing her eyes at him because he definitely left that part out in the initial description.

“Niall-” YN begins to huff because it’s not that she totally objected but it was something for her to consider and he had just left that out.

“I know, I know,” Niall puts his hands up, “He’s cool though. He really keeps to himself. I know you’ve never been around alphas, let alone live with one but I really think it would be fine. Don’t you trust me? Plus, he really needs a place to stay.”

YN really should give it more thought.

“He just texted and said he’d be willing to pay three thirds of the rent,” Niall tells her as he looks down at his phone, “If he can move in as soon as possible. Plus he’ll cover internet and electric.”

YN really really should think on it.

She’d never been around an alpha, let alone lived with one, she needs to think about it, weigh the pros and cons.

“Tell him he can move in on Friday,” YN finds herself saying and before she can think better of it, Niall is quickly typing away on his phone and the text alert goes off.

“He said that works for him,” Niall gives her an oblivious thumbs up before picking back up his container of rice and clicking the movie back on like he didn’t just wheel and deal the quickest decision she’s ever made in her life.

She didn’t even ask his name.

YN typically isn’t this dumb.

She actually prided herself on her impulse control and rational thinking but as she flutters around the apartment on Friday evening, trying to make it as spotless as possible for her new flatmate, she really starts to question her own sanity.

YN realizes that she’s going to have to have serious conversations with this alpha about boundaries, what will they do when it comes to their cycles, and the thought that their scents will run rampant because they obviously won’t use neutralizers when they’re at home.

Niall had not given much more information beside the fact that his name was Harry, he was twenty-eight, and had a higher up position in the company than Niall so they didn’t always have much interaction, Niall had actually just overheard a conversation he was having on the phone.

YN finds out that he had lived on his own since college but after his landlord decided he was going to sell the house he was renting, Harry had to find somewhere else quickly, and that resulted in him moving in with a friend from university.

That friend was another alpha, which turned sour very after soon after moving in together.

Niall was a bit hesitant when he told her that the issue was Harry, not the other alpha.

Harry was territorial, more of the pack leader type, and it became apparent within days that Harry simply could not share a space with another virile alpha despite Harry forcing the other alpha to submit to him on multiple occasions, it didn’t matter.

Even though Niall assured her that it wouldn’t be an issue because she was an omega, it didn’t make her feel much better but she has too strong of a conscious to promise a place for Harry to stay to then to pull that away from him.

Of course, Niall, the twat, couldn’t make it over while Harry was moving in because he had to go to a family birthday dinner which meant that it would just be the two of them.

“It will just be time to get to know one another,” Niall chirped easily on the phone, unbothered and oblivious to the tension that was building in YN.

Harry was supposed to be here at six in the evening.

He quite literally knocks on the door at exactly six.

YN hesitates for a moment before opening the door, her heart was beating unusually fast, and when she opens it, it begins to pump even faster.

The man standing in front of her was clearly an alpha without her even knowing this information before hand.

It was interwoven into every aspect of his being, in a way that could be seen physically but on the other hand, it was unspoken, she couldn’t quite describe it but he was exactly what she imagined an alpha to be.

All of him was defined, sharp from his jaw to his nose to his arms.

His shoulders were broad enough that YN wondered if he could even fit through the doorway without squeezing them inward.

He was tall, taller than she had imagined him, and that added with his width and the pure heft of his bulky but lean muscles - he was fucking intimidating and could hurt her without a shadow of a doubt, she’d be defensless.

This is a bad idea.

YN should tell him he can’t move in.

Her parents raised her better than to let a six foot something, very capable alpha in her home to share with her without knowing anything about him.

The fact of the matter was, he did not even look friendly.

Some alphas were like golden retrievers, easy going and a bit airheaded.

Harry was the stark opposite end of that.

The type of alpha that people avoid because of how dangerous they can be.

If YN was walking down the sidewalk and he was walking towards her, she would without a doubt cross the road to avoid bumping into him but yet, she was welcoming him into her house and something within her felt like this was a good idea.

Her inner omega that is.

Who we all know craves an alpha like water and air.

She pushes that down, as much as possible when she notices how big his hands are and how they would look holding her hips -

He has a frown on his face, the light wrinkles it causes shows YN that he has that expression quite often as he looks at her with a mixture of boredom and exasperation, he should be so fucking friendly because of how much YN is overextending to help him.

He isn’t.

After a moment, YN realizes she’d been staring at him dumbly and has yet to introduce herself.

“YN?” Harry finally asks and his voice is deep, only like an alpha’s can be, no beta could even imitate the vibrato of that tone.

“Yeah, uh, come in?” YN’s voice is higher pitched than she’d prefer as she steps aside, her greeting coming out much more like a question than a statement.

Harry blinks dully at her, a backpack over his shoulder and a few boxes next to his feet, “If you do not want me to come in, just say it. If me being an alpha or a guy is too much, tell me now before I move all my fuckin’ stuff in. I don’t like playing these back and forth games.”

YN is startled by his attitude, she can’t recall a time when anyone has ever talked to her so bluntly or without politeness which again, inherently an alpha thing but it still had her off kilter a bit as his face doesn’t change.

“No, sorry, yeah. You can bring your stuff in, I haven’t changed my mind,” YN steps further back into the apartment, spreading her arms, “This is it. Sorry, I know it isn’t much but I guess a roof over your head is better than nothing.”

Harry doesn’t even bother to look around, doesn’t compliment the comfy furniture or the cute little decorations, “It’s fine. Where’s my room?”

YN knows her smile falls when she realizes this is going exceptionally worse than she had already been dreading, which means that she leads him around the apartment, showing him the bathroom, laundry, linen closet, and then to his room as he remains completely silent.

When he goes to begin to bring his few boxes in, YN moves to pick one up to help but he stops her abruptly, voice firm and demanding, “No. Put that down.”

YN’s eyebrows shoot into her hairline, “Sorry!” She apologizes for the millionth time in less than thirty minutes, “I was just trying to be helpful.”

Harry snarls his lip in the slightest, “Am I the alpha or are you?”

YN’s swallows harshly, voice small, “You are.”

“Right. I am the alpha, I will move the heavy boxes, I will unpack. It is my job, not yours,” Harry tells her as he brushes past her to deposit the box into his room before coming out for the next one without anything else to say.

YN should probably stand her ground, set those firm boundaries but she doesn’t, instead she hides out in her room with her cat, Beatrice, (who was also hiding from the unknown visitor) and does not plan to come out until tomorrow morning or until he’s asleep.

But no, when it’s nearly ten at night, YN finally gathers enough courage to knock on his bedroom door to set the house rules, the boundaries because she couldn’t make Harry like her but they could at least be civil.

Or so she thought.

Harry answered the door after a minute, his shirt was off and he was just in a pair of joggers, there was stuff all over his room that he was obviously in the midst of organizing but it also looked worse before everything fit perfectly into place.

“What?” He asks impatiently, like he has a timeframe and YN is disrupting something major.

YN’s mind goes completely blank for a moment because for the first time since he came in, probably because it was night time and his morning scent neutralizers had worn off but she can smell his natural scent for the first time.

It was stronger because he didn’t have anything blocking his glands, his chest was heavily tattooed, and unfairly defined, looking as if he never spent a minute outside of the gym with muscles cut in places YN didn’t even know muscle existed.

His scent was…unlike anything that she had ever smelled in her life.

It was rich, deep, and dark.

It made her dizzy, sleepy, like she could fall into a trance of getting lost in it.

Thick, warm waves of it seemed to short-circuit her mind and make it hard for her to even remember what her purpose was of standing in front of him.

She had never reacted so strongly to scent in her life, never even noticed most of the time what others smelled like but this was seeping into her veins and she couldn’t quite get enough of it as she tried to subtly breathe it in as much as possible.

“What do you want?” Harry reiterates, louder and definitely more annoyed as he crosses his arms.

YN has to blink a few times before she’s shaking her head, “Uh, I just wanted to go over like….house rules? Anything you need from me? Boundaries? How can we operate around each other since we’re going to be living together?”

Harry jaw clenches, his nostrils flared, and he looks appalled.

YN realizes then that he must be able to smell her and by his reaction, he must absolutely hate her scent which made shame and mortification run through her body, of being rejected by this alpha was absolutely confidence crushing.

YN swallows down the whine.

Harry’s eyes trace up to her once, “Here’s the house rules, stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours. I’m not looking for a friend. I’m only looking for a place to stay. Understood?”

YN’s mouth is dry, her brain is having a hard time focusing on the harshness of his words because his scent is flashing bright sparkles in her eyesight at the same time, “What about your rut? My heat?”

Harry’s eyes narrow, turning a bit predatory, dangerous for a moment before he’s replying, “I’m sure you have help. If you bring another beta or omega here, that will be fine. I will not bother you. Niall told me you do not typically associate with alphas.”

“Um, okay…That works,” YN lies because she really can’t have another omega or beta here but if she has too, maybe she can try again? Maybe if they come over while she’s not yet in her heat? She’ll have to think about that later, “Your rut?”

“I have it handled,” Harry replies defensively, stepping back and putting his hand on the doorknob, “Just give me a heads up beforehand so that I won’t be blindsided by coming home to the scent change but I will also communicate that with you.”

“Okay, that sounds good-”

The door is shut on her without her even being able to finish her sentence.

“Rude ass fucking alpha,” YN mutters under her breath as she shakes her head, when she plops on her bed, she may or may not scream into her pillow for a moment because she just got herself into a worse situation than she could imagine.

But yet it hasn’t once crossed her mind to kick him out.

Why?

She doesn’t have a clue.

YN does not see Harry once during the first two weeks of him living with her.

Not even a glimpse.

And YN would actually wonder if he still even lived here if she wasn’t constantly overwhelmed by his scent.

He must come out of his room once YN is asleep, she does not understand how it is so thick, cloying on every surface of her apartment.

The second you walk in, it hits you, and lets anybody who enters know that an alpha lives here, there would not even be a doubt.

YN vaguely finds herself wondering one night as she sits on her couch whether or not Harry had scent marked the apartment, claiming it as his territory.

She had heard alphas do that, especially when they live with their omega to show that their mate has an alpha who protects them and their home.

However, that’s not the case here, and YN is pretty sure that Harry doesn’t even remotely like her, let alone want to live here so why would he want to claim it?

She rules that out as a possibility, mostly, but when she wakes up in the morning and he had already left for the day, well she can’t help but notice as fucking beautiful her house smells.

YN only gets her heat every six months with the suppressant she’s on but the entire month leading up to it, she finds herself starting to get more rooted in her omega tendencies.

Harry had been living with her for fourish months by this point and nothing had changed since the beginning.

He didn’t use the living room, showered early before YN would wake up and was already gone, and stayed out of the kitchen before she would go to bed.

In the four months, the sightings had been few and far between and she realized that he meant it very literally when he said that he’ll stay out of her way if she stays out of his.

In the sparse times they’ve shared space, whether it was in the hallway or kitchen, Harry’s lip would always curl up and his nose twitched which always incited a bit of insecurity about her scent.

She had always gotten compliments on hers, how light and powdery it smelled like clean laundry spritzed with a hint of orange blossom and vanilla.

YN did not understand why it was so unappealing to the alpha but he was in for a rude awakening as the month leading up to her heat began.

Her scent got noticeably stronger, she felt the urge to scentmark more items in her apartment to claim that this was her home and safe space.

As expected, Harry didn’t say anything the day it all started to intensify.

And to be fair, he never said anything to her.

The closest thing she would get was a low grunt of greeting but despite that, she felt safe with him in her home, and never had any worry that she was in danger.

The alpha made her feel an overwhelming sense of security, in fact, that she had never felt with any beta or omega.

It wasn’t necessary that he was mean to her or treated her poorly, he just…was there.

He didn’t bring anyone home with him, never asked if he could have someone spend the night nor has she ever smelled any visitors either.

However, things really start to change in the beginning of October, the month before her heat would crest and peak before the cycle started all over again.

The first major change she would notice was the difficulty sleeping.

Normally, she slept better than most without typically ever having to get up in the middle of the night or any tossing and turning.

When October hit, it felt near impossible for her to fall asleep and then when she was so exhausted that she did end passing out, it wouldn’t be long before she was awake again which made her always feel like she needed a nap.

It was late for a weekday, the clock showing that it was close to midnight, and she had to be up for work at six in the morning but her body did not seem to get the memo because after attempting to sleep since ten, it had not been successful.

YN decided to give it some time before she laid back down again.

YN grabbed a bag of pretzels from the cupboard, gave Beatrice one of the squeeze tubes of tuna-flavored goop, and cuddled up on the couch in the living room.

Of course, nothing sounded good as she flipped through the options, and decided on a romantic comedy that didn’t really interest her but it was her best option to make her sleepy, even if it was from the boredom of a corny film.

YN was about thirty-five minutes in when she realized that the movie wasn’t a helpful tool to fall asleep because she was completely interested in the plot line and she was even more awake than before trying to follow the story.

It made her jump in the slightest when the lock turns in the front door before it’s being opened roughly as Harry walks into the small entryway, shutting the door behind him, and beginning to shuck his coat without even realizing she was sitting there.

She hears him grumpily mumble, “Always leaves the fuckin’ television on.”

Which, yeah, she does forget half the time and the other half she feels like Beatrice likes it on for comfort.

Harry looked worn down, tired, and as beautiful as ever.

He had a duffle over his shoulder that most likely held his work clothes and gym outfit because YN was quite sure that after he was down at his office, he went to the gym which he was at for quite a long time.

She vaguely remembers Niall saying that he boxes occasionally for money and that he trains daily which was a pretty brutal routine of working out before work and after work with no time for relaxation in between.

After he’s lined his shoes up neatly against the wall, (YN notices that he also does the same with her shoes that she had half-haphazardly kicked off when she came home from work), he walks into the living room.

It was obvious that he was going toward the television to shut it off but he lets out the lowest growl of surprise when he spots YN tucked deeply into the corner of the couch with a blanket tucked like a burrito around her.

And YN had never heard, in real life, an alpha growl before.

Instead of being scared, she felt the sudden urge to purr, which scared the absolute shit out of her because why the fuck would she want to purr? She’d only done that when she was a pup and never in her adult life.

Why would she want to do that when this alpha was obviously on edge to the point of growling.

“What are you doing?” Harry grunts, voice sharp and annoyed, nostrils flaring as he must take in her smell.

“I couldn’t sleep,” YN replies hesitantly, eyes darting back up to the screen and then to him because his gaze was so intense and accusatory - it was her house, she could be wherever she wanted when she wanted no matter what time.

“Why?” Harry follows up, his arms crossing over his chest, and making his biceps look unfairly big.

YN grits her teeth, debating on whether she wants to give him a snarky remark to mind his business but then she remembers that she has to live with him and would rather not have them on worse terms then they already seem to be on.

“I always have difficulty sleeping the month of my pre-heat,” YN shrugs, a little embarrassed to be talking about something so intimate with someone who likely did not want to hear anything about her personal life.

“Is that normal?” Harry’s brow furrows, not seeming to like her answer to his question.

YN swipes her tongue across her front teeth nervously, “Um, not really. I…I have a lot of issues regarding my heats and that is one of many. Yeah, I see a doctor but there’s only so much they can do, I guess.”

Harry nods in understanding, doesn’t ask anymore questions or even acknowledge her again as he goes about making himself something to eat before disappearing into his room without another word to her which she was used to by this point.

YN rewinds the movie at bit, she couldn’t really focus when Harry was in the vicinity, and his smell was so fucking overwhelming as he obviously hadn’t showered after the gym and was waiting until he got home.

It wasn’t a bad smell, neither of sweat or filth.

No, it was just that his already delicious smell was stronger, darker, and just encompassing every molecule of the apartment.

It takes her a moment to refocus her attention back on the screen and remember where she had left off, vaguely hearing the shower start to run before he’s shutting the door to his bedroom a little more roughly than a normal.

The plot takes a very unexpectant twist at the end and YN didn’t realize that this rom-com had a sad ending which she really wasn’t used to in most films like this.

After working through all the turmoil and drama that kept popping up for this couple, they finally get it right, and the alpha was about to propose to the omega when he got in a car accident, and ended up passing away.

YN doesn’t not even recognize that she is sobbing like an absolute baby until Harry is standing in front of her with a twitch of irritation in his jaw and only in a pair of joggers, nothing stopping her from seeing the bare, defined muscle of his upper half.

“Why are you crying?” Harry asks as he looks down at her, arms crossed yet again.

YN wipes her face with the sleeve of her oversized hoodie, tears tracks surely making her face puffy as she sits up, “It ha-had a really sad ending I wasn’t expecting,” YN nods up towards where the credit were rolling, “Th-The alpha dies and doesn't get to pro-propose.”

“That’s got you all worked up?” Harry sighs as he moves to grab the remote, flicking off the television and motioning for her to stand up, “You need to try to go to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep,” YN nearly whines, making tears start again.

Oh, did she mention she gets unreasonably emotional during her pre-heat?

“Try,” Harry insists and he gently grabs her wrist, pulling her to her feet, “For both of our sakes, please just try to get some rest.”

YN frowns at that, why does it matter to him?

She hates that she feels disappointed when he lets go of her.

“Okay,” YN agrees as she shuffles her feet towards her bedroom, despising that despite how unfriendly the alpha is, she finds herself wanting comfort from him which…it just doesn’t make any sense and she pushes those thoughts to the very back of her mind.

YN veers off towards the bathroom first and by the time she turns to say goodnight, Harry’s already back in his room with the door shut, and she just ends up sighing before shutting the door of the bathroom to use it before she tries to sleep again.

As she sits down, she notices a pile of fabric in the corner near the sink, and out of curiosity once she’s done, she plucks it up and holds it out.

It was the shirt that Harry had been wearing when he came home, the one he worked out in, and it was absolutely drenched in that smell that made YN weak at the knees.

Harry was meticulously clean.

He never even left behind as much as a crumb of a sandwich and so seeing a shirt of his was unusual because it had never happened before.

YN has no excuse for her behavior, doesn’t really even consciously realize that she’s doing it until she’s back in her room with his shirt tucked up into her hoodie.

She pulls it out and pathetically enough, brings it to her nose where it just smells of alpha, comfort, security, and everything she could ever imagine

It feels wrong, invasive to his privacy almost, and she has never done anything like this in her life.

There was something that outweighed all those negative feelings because she finds that as soon as she lays down and tucks the shirt around her pillow to lay her face into, her eyes instantly become droopy and in no time, she’s out like a light.

YN tries to push the whole shirt incident out of her mind the next day, blaming it on her pre-heat haziness, and absolutely nothing else.

Logically, she knows she should return his shirt to him, at least tossing it in his hamper but his scent lingered for days afterwards and there was a direct correlation to how much better she had been sleeping since.

When the scent was completely gone, it was like clockwork that YN began to not be able to fall asleep.

It leads her to another night on the couch, another night of Harry coming in late, and being irritated that she was still awake.

“You were fine the last few nights,” Harry notes as his greeting, no ‘hello’ or ‘how was your day’.

YN bites the corner of her lip, lowering the volume a tad on the television, “I know.”

“So why are you up right now?” Harry questions and god, are all alphas this blunt and impersonal or was it just this alpha in particular.

“Because I couldn’t sleep,” YN replies like it’s obvious.

Harry bares his teeth slightly, “Why can’t you sleep?”

“I told you, my pre-heat,” YN realizes that she’s getting a bit defensive because the real answer is much more mortifying and something she would never actually share with him.

He steps in, dropping his duffle unceremoniously, and walks closer to her.

Harry starts to speak slowly, precisely like he’s trying to get YN to understand, “I am not stupid. I understand that. I am asking you, what made you sleep the last few nights? You slept like a rock when I check-, when I walked past your room.”

YN shouldn’t react the way she does but she feels in a way that all the tension between them bubbles up.

Not to mention, it’s incredibly irritating to her how drawn her omega is to him, his scent, his presence, and she fucking hates it because he’s a dickhead.

“I don’t fuckin know, okay? Leave it alone. I’m allowed to be in my living room at whatever hour of the night I please without a fucking interregation,” YN snaps at him angrily, cursing when tears start to drip down her cheeks, and these hormones just sucked, amplifying every emotion she has ten-fold.

Harry lets out a low growl at that, just like the other night, and it doesn’t scare YN once again.

No, for some reason it makes her anger ebb just the slightest.

“Stop the attitude,” Harry replies evenly but his voice was deeper, “I was just checking in on you.”

Anyone else telling her to stop her attitude?

It would have escalated into a nasty fight.

YN instead just deflates, curling up further into her blanket, and covering her face because she just couldn’t get in control of the tears that were streaming down.

He must think she’s a lunatic.

Harry leaves her once again to go shower.

YN’s absolutely praying that he leaves a shirt rumbled on the floor again, despite how guilty that thought makes her feel.

She just wants sleep and for her hormones to even out.

YN feels a bit like a criminal when she goes to the bathroom, soon after Harry had went back out to make himself something for dinner, and there’s a massive disappointment in her stomach when the bathroom is as spotless as always.

She is craving the scent, she knows she can get another fix of it but it would definitely be in his hamper, in his room, and it’s such an invasion of privacy for her to go in there but then again, he’s frying something on the stovetop and he wouldn’t know…

YN’s never stolen in her life, not even gum or nail polish when she was younger, and it’s not even really stealing because she’ll give it back as soon as the scent wears off (but that’s not really true because she hasn’t returned his other shirt and has no intention of it).

She’s already opened his door, quickly scoping out the space, and realizing that his bedroom was the absolute fucking motherload of everything she could ever dream of.

If she thought their whole apartment smelled like him, his bedroom was if you bottled it in a jar, it was thicker, more cloying than ever, and she noticed a purring in her chest before she realized she was doing it and stopped.

If she was completely insane, she would try to grab as much as possible, until her arms are overflowing and she can’t carry out anything else without it falling.

But she’s not that far off the deep end that she did that, she felt creepy enough as she tiptoed over to his laundry hamper and snatched the shirt that was lying on top, the one that Harry had walked in the apartment wearing early.

YN wishes she could loiter a bit longer but that meant a higher chance that she was going to get caught.

She is surprisingly successful as she sneaks back into her room, proud that she now has two shirts to add to her nest.

YN always had a nest, it provided her comfort and security but she absolutely loved that she could intertwine the fabric together with her soft blankets.

This meant she was guaranteed a few more good night sleeps.

YN was running incredibly behind for work the next.

She had slept so well that she must have turned off her alarm instead of snoozing iit.

Because when she finally cracks her eyes open, the sun is breaking through her blinds, and her body knows that it is much later than six in the morning.

Her phone confirms that when she clicks on the screen she sees that it is seven-thirty-five.

Any other day, it really wouldn’t be that big of a deal because besides meetings she could make her own schedule.

Of course, of course, she sleeps on the day of an important presentation that she was the head presenter on.

It started at nine which didn’t give her much wiggle room because the commute takes a decent amount of time and that’s if there’s no hectic traffic.

“Shit, shit, shit,” YN chants to herself when rolls out of bed, glaring judgmentally at Beatrice, and muttering, “You wake me up every other morning for breakfast, but not today, of all days?”

Beatrice blinks slowly at her before she lifts her paw pointedly and nibbles on it.

There’s no time for a shower or the makeup she wanted to do.

The only luck that was on her side was that she laid her outfit out last night after being incredibly indecisive about what she wanted to wear in front of the board of higher ups.

She had tugged her hair up into a loose ponytail that actually passed for the messy updo style, and put on her best push-up bra right after.

YN figured that while she was tugging on her trousers that she could go out to feed Beatrice, the button was being finicky as it always tending to be so she was looking down as she begin down the hall, and nearly fell backwards when she runs into something hard, warm, and delicious smelling.

Harry’s big hands reach out and wrap around her bare arms, keeping her upright as she yelps in surprise, pants going unbuttoned for a moment as she grips Harry’s forearms for stability and looks at him with wide eyes.

His nostrils are flaring viciously, an irritated growling rumbling through his chest, and he keeps his eyes on her the full time.

They never once darted down to her chest, that not only was just covered by her bra but was also sheer enough that her nipples were completely visible through the nude fabric.

YN is confused by her own desire to just curl into his chest and feel his shirtless chest against her barely clothed one, and what the fuck.

“Wha-“ YN stammers in confusion, why is he home?

“Why aren’t you at work?” Harry asks pointedly, his jaw was clenched tightly enough that it must be aching with soreness.

“I-I overslept,” She replies shakily, his hands still gripping her arms, fingertips pressing in, “I need to feed Beatrice.”

“No, what you need to do is get yourself dressed. Do you walk around half-naked with every alpha you know? S’indecent,” He’s scolding her like a child as he finally steps back.

YN has been so nice up until this point, despite how wonky her hormones have been.

She’s typically never a nasty person.

She rarely ever gets angry either.

However, today was the wrong day to fuck with her.

“Fuck you,” YN snaps back out of her stupor, much to Harry’s surprise, “I told I was late and I didn’t think you’d be home because you’re always at work by now. I’m sorry I’ve offended you with my body, prick.”

YN turns on her heel, storming back to her room, and snatching up her phone to check the time to see an email notification from her work.

Good morning,

We hope this email finds you well. Our office has to be unfortunately shut down for the next few days due to a major power outage after flooding in the basement of the building. We are estimating a three to four day shutdown. To show our gratitude for your patience, these days will be marked as paid time off. Stay tuned for more information and updates.

Thank you,

Evergreen Financial Accounting

YN feels a huge weight lifted off her chest because not only does she get a few days to relax but now she isn’t going to be late to her important presentation .

However, she does not feel completely relieved because the anger chewing at her over her housemate is just as heavy, even more prominent, and has triggered her inner hormonal omega.

YN fees a flash of defiance which is never a good sign as she usually never tries to rock the boat or cause a stir, prefers to fly under the radar.

No, not today.

YN storms back out of her room because she was going to feed Beatrice in her bra and unbuttoned work slacks if she wanted to.

Harry was sat on the living room couch which was an uncommon sight, a protein drink in a shaker cup, and his eyes on his phone in the opposite hand.

YN goes back into the kitchen, deciding she might as well make herself a breakfast sandwich while she’s at it after she fills Beatrice’s bowl.

She can feel his eyes on her, intense and if it could, his gaze would be burning a hole in her back with how directed and annoyed it was.

YN moves slowly, now that she’s in no rush at all, and she feels stupid for being surprised when Harry lets out a snarl loud enough to echo in the space.

YN doesn’t turn around.

It feels dangerous, she’d learned over and over again growing up to never ever antagonize an alpha, and here she was.

When she doesn’t respond to the noise, it gets louder and makes her ears ring just the slightest, he’s trying to force her attention on him.

Bossy, ill-mannered alpha.

His voice is closer when he speaks, she never even hears him get up.

“Go get some fuckin’ clothes on,” Harry orders, his voice deeper, raspier than she had ever heard it.

But it also sent a very unpleasant spark of nervousness up her spine because the alpha in front of her was past the point of being annoyed, he was furious.

His shoulders were as broad as they could go, his teeth flashing at her, and his scent was richer, thicker, tinged with a sharp pine.

The playful, brattiness dissipates from her body as his growls stay loud, demanding, deafening.

YN doesn’t realize at first what a bad decision it is to flip her hair over her shoulder, putting her bare bond spot right on display in front of an agitated alpha.

To her utter dismay, he steps forward and their chests are nearly touching, his eyes were now completely focused on the curve of her neck.

When he reaches up, cupping the side of her neck, and curiously thumbs over the spot, YN cannot control the whine that leaves her throat.

His eyes move directly back up to hers, the noise drags him for his daze, and back into reality.

He actually does look her up and down this time, eyes lingering on her chest for a minute before he’s hissing at her once again, “Go get a fucking shirt on.”

With that, he’s turning and grabbing his duffle before storming out the front door, shutting it hard enough it vibrates but then she still hears him take the time to lock it.

Stupid fucking alpha.

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Ghost of You - Jason Todd

summary: In which Jason Todd does what he thinks is best, and you’re left to pick up the pieces he left behind.

pairings: Jason Todd x f!reader

warnings: mention of canon typical violence, angst, cursing

word count: 1k

a/n: i would like to apologize in advance for this one 😭😭 i was in an angst type of mood, i hope you like it!! - luna <3

reblogs are appreciated!!

You didn’t sleep most nights.

Sometimes you felt the ghost of his fingers trailing lazy patterns on your arm the way he used to love to do. Sometimes you’d dream that you were in bed and he was there sleeping next to you. In those dreams you took the opportunity to watch him, memorizing every detail of his face. Every scar. The small movements of his nostrils as he breathed peacefully. You’d remember the feeling of his rough hands holding you so gently. Like he was terrified of breaking you.

But then you’d wake up to the cold empty space beside you, nothing but unwashed linen sheets filling the space because you didn’t want to wash away the scent that remained. The scent of him.

Sometimes, when you’d first wake up, still groggy from your slumber, you’d think Jason was in the kitchen fixing up your favorite breakfast. Like he always did on lazy mornings. Only he was never there. Not anymore.

It was stupid. It was so stupid. The way you still thought about him. The way he just gave up. The way he thought he had control over what was best for you.

And you were heartbroken. But you were also angry.

So, so angry.

You’d told him. You’d told him over and over that being with him was your decision, that risking your safety was never even a question for you when it came to being with him. You knew you’d always turn out okay, as long as you had him by your side.

Yet he never seemed to listen.

It’s been two weeks. Two weeks of replaying that night over and over in your head. It was torture.

“Jason-”

“No. Do not even try to justify anything that just happened Y/n.”

You paused. He never called you by your first name. Never. You tried not to focus on it. “I’m not. But you need to know that it wasn’t your fault-”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Of course it was my fault, do you honestly think Black Mask would just kidnap you for fun? Are you that naive to think that you were not put at risk today because your boyfriend is the fucking Red Hood?” He dragged a hand over his face, he was pacing. His hands were shaky. You could have died. It would have been his fault had he not arrived when he did.

“I am not naive, Jason. I am a grown woman and I knew damn well what I signed up for when I fell in love with you. I’m not afraid of this. I’m not afraid of anything as long as I’m with you.”

He laughed dryly, “Bravery and the power of love won't keep you alive, Y/n. I can’t lose you. I can’t be the reason you get hurt.”

“You never have been and you never will be. Just– Please. I need you to understand that.” Your voice cracked, your eyes welling with tears, what he didn’t understand is it hurt you so, so much to see him in pain. You couldn’t lose him either. And he was constantly risking his life, you’d almost lost him far too many times.

He turned away from you. He couldn’t see you cry right now. He needed the shred of strength he had left to protect you. For good.

He turned to you, “I’ve been a selfish piece of shit my whole life. And I can’t– Fuck. I can’t keep putting how I feel first at the expense of your safety. You deserve a normal life. Not whatever the fuck I dragged you into.”

“Jason. What the fuck are you saying right now.” You didn’t want to believe it.

He didn’t look at you. He knew the moment he looked into your tear-filled eyes he’d take it back instantly. He’d apologize, bring you you to bed and hold you, peppering your face with sweet, gentle kisses. He’d drag you right back into the cycle he’d trapped you in.

You wished he would.

“Jason.”

“I’m leaving, Y/n. You need someone who can take care of you. Who can give you what you deserve. I have to let you go.”

“Are you shitting me? I want you. No one else. This is not your decision to make.”

He started walking towards the door. “I’m sorry.” He refused to turn around, his eyes filling up with tears as he walked further towards the door, his hand on the doorknob.

“I want you to know that right now, you, Jason Todd, are hurting me more than anyone else ever could.”

There was a pause before he turned the doorknob, opening it and stepping out. “You’ll survive.”

That was the last time you spoke to him.

Over and over. The memory replayed in your mind. Every night you dreamed of him, you dreamed he never left, that he had put aside his own pride and just listened to you. That he had just let you be there for him.

You had no idea where he was. You were constantly looking at your phone. Constantly. Waiting, hoping that you’d get a call from him, telling you he was sorry. That he wanted to come back to you. That you’d make it work.

But it never came. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t.

So every day you tormented yourself with dreams of him. Thoughts of him. Remembering the feeling of his arms snaking around your waist as you made your morning coffee. The feeling of him plopping his tired body onto yours after a long day, running your fingers through his hair as he laid his head on your chest.

No thermal or weighted blanket provided the warmth and the security that he did. No pillow you hugged felt as comforting as hugging him did. No comedy you watched was as funny as when you watched it with him. No jacket you owned was as warm as the one he would drape over your shoulders while you were out together and it started to get cold.

You lived with constant reminders that he was gone. Constant echoes of his previous presence.

You could only hold on to the ghost of him that remained in your cold apartment.

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cool-cowboy · 3 months

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Infinite Darkness Leon loves boobs. I don’t make the rules. (please make a thing about it im gnawing at the bars of my inclosure)

Ask and you shall receive !!! He doesn't just love them, he is obsessed. Always happy to provide ;) Enjoy !

Summary:

In which Leon just really loves boobs, gets home from a long day's work and wants to unwind with his face buried in the most perfect tits he's ever seen.

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“Hey, hun.” He nearly makes me burn myself, his footsteps reflexively silent, even off duty, his voice low and close to my ear, tired. He wraps me in his arms, doesn’t even give me the chance to finish up what I’m doing, his arms around my waist, lips tucked down into the crook of my neck. He smells like sweat, that and leather, never takes that damn jacket off, I swear.

“You scared the hell outta me, Le. You’re early, dinner’s still got an hour.” He hums, letting me turn around in his arms, inspecting, though he doesn’t look too bad, light day, I suppose. His scruff is grown out, a little longer than he likes it, the only evidence of his profession a yellowed bruise on one cheek.

“Sorry, Didn’t mean to. God, you look pretty.” He kisses me, the little beard he has going scratchy on my skin, but I kiss him back, not willing to deny him after not seeing him all day. He keeps going, hauls me up onto the counter with gloved hands on my hips, still in his work clothes, his kisses turning a little less loving, more sensual, his beard becoming painful, my hand in his hair getting him to pull back. “Damn, you’re not in the mood?” I huff a laugh, shaking my head at him, his clippedness something I spent a long time getting used to, used to think he was being an asshole, when really that’s just him, straight to the point, not one to waste time.

“No it’s- I am- Just, you’re… hurting me.” I rub at the sides of his jaw, giving him a fake disturbed look he does not seem to enjoy, frowning at me and pulling my hands away and down on top of my thighs. “You need to shave.” He gives me a look, unimpressed, eyes cast down, staring unabashedly at my chest, utterly obvious, not that I mind, just never expected his overt love for boobs, well, my boobs, he says, idiot.

“Later. I have some uh- Things to attend to…” He’s being goofy, giving me a little smirk as he runs his fingers up, teasing over the underside of my breast, more teasing himself than me, we both know where this goes, his face shoved between them, lips and hands lathing them with attention, time spent against my chest one of his favorite ways to spend any time off he can catch, and I indulge him every time, even if he is rather silly, a grown ass man entirely obsessed with boobs.

“Hey.” I grab his hand, and the other, holding them off to either side and giving him an authoritative look, well aware I’m not even close to menacing, especially to him, but he’ll listen anyways, with what I’m willing to threaten. “You are not “attending” to anything until you shave, Le.” He frowns, debating it, staring longingly down before testing my grip, pulling gently against it, my hands still tight around his wrists, even if he could easily break free, he plays along.

“You’re serious? Sweetheart, I’m-”

“Shave, then we’ll talk, yeah?” I give him a quick kiss, pushing against him to get him going, but he doesn’t go anywhere, chases my lips for one more kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes.

“You shave me.” He apparently has forgotten his manners, demanding I shave for him, something I’ve offered a couple of times before, and he thoroughly enjoys, just getting to stare at me while I do all the work, and I get to do the same, so I don’t mind. “Please?” He ducks down, placing quick, messy kisses to my neck, speaking between slick presses of his lips to my throat. “Please..? Please…? Plea-” “Fine!” I pull him back by his hair, his smile wide despite the definite burn of his scalp, pleased at my agreement, even if I am playing at exasperation. He doesn’t say anything else, just slips his hands up under my ass and carries me off, setting me down on the bathroom counter before bending to collect his things, a hand to the back of his hip.

“Take your shirt off.” I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he has that stupid look, that pleased, expectant one he loves to give me when he knows he’ll get his way.

“Take off yours.” He hums, bringing his things over and setting them down beside me, looking at me with his head tilted before he reaches over, grabbing the opposite side of his shirt and whipping it up over his head, tossing it at me in his own form of playful defiance.

“Your turn. Go ahead, gimme somethin’ else pretty to look at while you work, yeah?” I smile, only a little, always shocked when he’s smooth, usually his flirting doesn’t go over so well, just some silly shit I have no idea how he came up with. I give him his wish, not willing to refuse something so easy, pulling my top up and over my head, his affectionate gaze cast down when he steps between my legs, hands trailing up my thighs and over my shorts, rested on my hips as he gazes at my boobs, overly affectionate, seeming dazed at the sight, even if he has seen them a million times.

“Kay, Le, Gonna need you to keep your head up, I don’t wanna cut you.” I tilt his head up, and he meets my eyes, one of his hands sliding up, impatient man, shaving cream spread over his scruff by the time he runs his thumb over my nipple, hardened from the chill of the bathroom, that and my lack of clothing. “How was your day?” He hums, staring at me as he presses his thumb down, squishing my breast absently, not quite focused on much of anything.

“Boring. Missed you, how was yours?” I frown at him, gripping his neck to keep him still, the innocent action earning me a suggestive smirk. He’s kneading now, cupping his hand and gripping lightly, his eyes flitting back and forth from my face to what he’s doing.

“That’s not-Le-!” I nearly cut him, his fingers pinching my nipple startling me, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the near injury, pleased, if anything, at having gotten a reaction, my back arched in discomfort, the little choked surprised sound something he undoubtedly enjoys. “Can you- Just let me finish, okay? Won’t take long just… Stop being a nuisance.” He pulls a face, nearly getting himself cut again before he realized, quickly fixing it down to neutral, his hand going back to its kneading, his thumb fanning back and forth over my nipple, the attention pleasurable, if only in a doting sort of way.

“Nuisance? You’re so damn mean today… First you don’t like my beard, then… This…” I scoff, pressing into the side of his neck to get him to turn his head, his eyes straining to peer down from the side, his hand splayed over the boob he’s been messing with, squishing it into his palm, giving it a light squeeze and letting out a pleased sigh. “Can we take this to bed once you’re done, I have some-” “Something to attend to? Sure, Le, tuck your lips.” He does, looking goofy with his lips pursed, letting my get the hair above his mouth without nicking him, his hand drifting over to the other side, doing the same slow slide and squeeze, relishing the feel of it, for whatever reason. “Okay. All done. Let me wipe this-” He takes the towel from my hand, wipes the extra cream off his face by shaking his head side to side, looking entirely idiotic, but cute. “Feeling impatient?” He tosses the towel off to the side, trailing his hands down to my hips, gripping the meat there, always so handsy.

“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts me up, apparently not too keen to let me do any walking today, lifting me up high enough for him to bury his face in my chest, smooth skin against me, as well as his heaving chest, his sigh dramatic and happy, pleasing him entirely too easy.

“You don’t wanna watch where- Le-! Careful!” He groans, bouncing himself off the doorframe on the way out of the bathroom, too busy kissing at the space between my breasts to offer any of his attention elsewhere, nearly crashing the both of us into the wall before I steer us out of the way, unable to strangle down my laugh when he stumbles through the doorway, only parting from his burrow to lay me out in bed, giving himself a second to look me over from his spot stood at the foot, his expression gooey and affectionate, so damn sweet I sometimes think he’ll rot the teeth straight out of my head. “C’mon, they’re waiting…” I put on a singsong voice, teasing him, not sure what his fascination is, but finding it entertaining at the least, especially so when he dives over me, carefully not to land without keeping his weight off me, his kisses moving quickly up my stomach, eyes peering up at me as he does, all love, his hands on my side and beside me, his back arched in a probably obscene way to let him reach his path, his lips skimming along the outside of one breast as he stares at me, his non-supporting hand moving to knead at the other, never one to be unfair, his words.

“Perfect… Fucking love this shit… So pretty for me…” He kisses across, from the outside over to my nipple, watching me as he flattens his tongue over it, pulling back to take a look when he’s done, the sight apparently satisfactory, if the groan he lets out is any indicator, low and guttural, giving himself over to whatever pleasure he gets out of this, closing his lips over my nipple and running his thumb over the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me gasp, his smile pressed to a kiss to the wet skin left behind before he’s trailing further across, licking and sucking at the opposite breast, his hand moved down to my ribs, holding me still against my squirming, all the attention too much, nearly evenly pleasurable and painful. “So damn cute… Can’t sit still, huh? That’s alright…” He brings his knees up, sitting back on his haunches straddling me, giving himself the freedom to use both his hands, which promptly squish my breasts together, his face shoved between, a pleased groan ticking the skin his lips are pressed to. The alarm is going off on the oven, but he’s pretending not to hear, vying for some more of my time by keeping himself buried in his chosen “Heaven”.

“Le, Food’s done, get off.” He groans, unhappy, pulling back to lay sweet kisses over random places, peppering my chest in slick spots, his hands trailed down to my waist.

“Couple more minutes…” I hum, petting his hair, nearly allowing it, but I can’t let dinner burn, I’m sure he’s starving after a long day of saving the world.

“After, get off.” He sighs, placing one last, longing kiss to my sternum, pulling back and staring at my chest before sitting himself up, pulling me along with him.

“Sit in my lap while we eat?” I huff a laugh, shoving him off me and onto his back, his flop overly dramatic, his body lax, splayed out, his smile upside down when I give him a look over my shoulder on my way to pick out a shirt.

“No, weirdo.” “Keep the shirt off, then?” “No.”

“Okay… Bra only..?”

“Fine.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #re smut #leon kennedy x y/n #older leon kennedy #romance #re fluff #fluff #nipplay #established relationship

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 3 months

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I'm always down bad for those L boys so what about a blurb with Lucien and a day court fae who lives at the palace showing him around ?

Or Lorcans SO helping him through a bad night?

Inner demons

Lorcan had learned to keep his emotions at bay. To see the tide rising yet find ways to keep it motionless. Lorcan wasn’t doing this because he didn’t trust you with the darkest parts of him. Quite the opposite. There wasn’t a part of him that he hadn’t given to you or shown you. You knew his ways and for most of it, you managed to look past it. But… now Lorcan was the one who saw parts of him that scared him. Scared him because he wasn’t sure if he could live with himself if he ever harmed you. If the dark side of him hurt you. So when bubbling inside would get too much he would flee. Disappear for a couple of days. Force himself out of your shared home. Swallowing the guilt because he kept telling himself that he was doing the right thing. The only thing he could do.

You knew that breaking an oath was a dangerous thing. You knew that the absence of it hung there like a broken limb. All of them had withdrawal symptoms from time to time. As if the spirit of Maeve itself still hunted them, still tried to claim them. You also weren’t stupid. You had noticed a pattern in it too. The day it was broken, like a yearly reminder, had them all ridged and prickly. Well most of them. And most of them being Lorcan.

He had changed a lot since the first time you two had met. His cunning and cold way had turned soft and fuzzy in places. He craved your warmth. The knowledge of someone seeing beneath his mask. The hope of being heard. Of not being labeled for once and you gave him that. It’s the demons within him that didn’t bend to your love. The only thing still keeping Lorcan from fully being yours. Slowly sabotaging the love blossoming. Trying to crush the delicate petals.

The moon was high up in the sky and Lorcan still wasn’t home. You knew that he preferred you not waiting up for him especially on the night when he had been roaming through the woods for hours like a grim reaper. But you couldn’t do it anymore. Couldn’t watch him pulling himself apart at night and pretending that it all was well in the morning. The patio outside creaked and yet you knew that he had rested even before that.

Quickly getting up from the sofa you wrapped the blanket tighter around yourself as you walked closer to the door only to find Lorcan’s back turned to you. His posture is alert. His back muscles tensed beneath his black leather. “Lor…”, you called out softly, stepping closer. “Go to the bedroom and lock the door”, his voice was low. You halted but didn’t turn away from him. “Don’t make me tell you again”, he growled through gritted teeth.

“No”, you breathed out. “Y/N it’s not a time to play”, you could tell that he wasn’t asking. It was an order but you had grown tired of losing him to his past. “I’m staying with you”, you started firmly, stepping even closer. Lorcan’s breathing got labored, nearly panting. “You are safe with me, safe here…”, the moment your hand touched his arm, Lorcan turned, grabbing your wrist. His hold wasn’t necessarily painful but enough to be a warning.

A slight gasp left your lips as your eyes fell on his black eyes. Dark vanes branching all across his skin. Fangs out. You’ve seen his darkness but had never seen it take control over him like that. Your free hand softly reached up to cup his cheek, “You can take the control back”, you muttered, “You have the power, not the magic”.

“You don’t know shit”, Lorcan snarled, trying to turn away from you once more. “But I know you, Lorcan”, you whispered, “there’s love and light within you”, brushing your fingers over his heart you tried to catch his eyes. “I kill. I’ve killed with these hands”, he growled, “I destroy not…”, “We made love. There’s love between us. Don’t you think that’s one of the signs that you’re capable of more?”, you asked. Transitioning to a proper life after Maeve was hard for him. He valued his soldier status but Maeve's ways weren’t Aelin’s ways.

“What if I’m just playing you?”, he mocked but you heard the edge of pain there. That the words itself hurt him leaving his mouth. “Look me in the eye and say it straight to my face, Lorcan”, your fingers cupped his chin, “Tell me that this is nothing and I'm just a play…”, “Don’t, no”, his hands came to the side of his head, as he practically whaled. You knew that he loved you. There was no denying it. As much as the feeling scared him, Lorcan equally felt helpless within you in his life.

“Don’t leave me, please”, he muttered, falling to his knees, hands holding onto your hips, pressing his face into your stomach. Your hands instantly moved to his long black hair as you softly scratched his scalp. “Who said I was leaving, my love?”, you muttered. “You deserve better”, Lorcan breathed yet his grip on you didn’t ease. “You deserve to know your worth”, you stated, gently guiding him to look up at you. “Dark sides, bloody claws, all of it, and you are still the love of my life, Lor”, you cupped his cheeks, “Cause I know your heart and it’s beautiful”, you muttered, bending slightly so you could kiss his forehead. “I don’t deserve you, dove”, he breathed as you draped the blanket you had around you over his shoulders. “You deserve love, lots of it actually”, you stated, “Now come, let me draw you a bath, braid your hair”, you pulled at his arm, helping Lorcan stand, “Let me remind you just how much I care”.

#lorcan salvaterre x reader #lorcan salvaterre imagine #lorcan salvaterre x oc #lorcan salvaterre #lorcan tog #lorcan tog x reader #lorcan tog x you #tog imagine #tog x reader #tog x you #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass x reader

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estrellami-1 · 10 months

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Writer prompt: hurt Steve Harrington

Jesus fuck babe I think you’re trying to kill me.

Also side note this was NOT supposed to be Steve channeling Steve Rogers but. Oh well. It happened and honestly I’m not upset about it. They both get the doe-eyed brunet with the hair at the end, so. 🤷‍♀️ also you should know I’m absolutely incapable of not ending with fluff, so. That is happening. Thanks for the prompt! ❤️

Steve was used to getting back up.

He was used to taking the hit, to walking it off, so no one else had to.

Perhaps the most notable one was underneath Starcourt, in a skimpy sailor costume, so his then-coworker—and God, now he can’t imagine life without her—could hopefully remain unscathed.

He was used to being brushed aside, labeled other, unimportant, dumb. He was used to brushing all that off. Like water off a ducks back or whatnot.

But this.

God.

This was total, all-encompassing, dizzying, terrifying.

It had started as a small headache. He wasn’t sure from what—from not drinking enough, skipping lunch, not sleeping enough, just too many bright lights and loud sounds, who knows—but it didn’t matter, not now, not with the way it had grown, from a slight pulse behind his eyes to a jackhammer through his skull. His vision was going in and out, his ears were ringing, he couldn’t even tell if he was standing or laying or upside-down.

All that mattered—all he could think about—was the pain.

Time didn’t exist, which meant he didn’t know how long it had been since it had started to now, feeling a hand on his shoulder. He wanted to move, to jerk away, but he couldn’t. Couldn’t tell if the hand was friendly or not. It didn’t matter; whatever they could do to him couldn’t be worse than this.

He would know. This hurt worse than the Russians.

Something pushed against his lips, and he opened on instinct, swallowing pills on instinct.

He didn’t have the capacity to wonder what it was, if it was more medicine, if the medicine he’d already taken had worn off, or if it was something worse.

He didn’t have the capacity to wonder about the hand on his shoulder, the other hand now on his head, in his hair. He couldn’t move away.

The pain lessened slightly. The hand in his hair, on his shoulder, felt nice. He didn’t move away.

The pain lessened slightly. A warm body, next to his. Familiar.

The pain lessened slightly. Words, a voice, whispering.

The pain lessened slightly. He could make out what the voice was saying, if he concentrated hard enough.

“You’ll be okay, Stevie, I’ve gotcha. ‘M glad Robin called me, said she thought you weren’t okay. God, to think you were just going to try to ride this out on your own.” A pause. “I’m only sorry for breaking in because it feels like something I should be sorry about. But I’m not sorry, if it means you’re not alone. If it means I can help you through this somehow.” A hand moved through his hair again. “I really hope any of this is actually helping. Kinda outta my depths here.”

Steve focused more. He knew that voice. “Eds?”

He winced, curled in on himself. The jackhammers doubled for a few seconds, drowned out any and everything else.

“Shh,” Eddie said. “Yeah, it’s me. Can you give me one of your hands?”

Steve focused. Tried to remember the rest of his body. Found a hand, prickly like tv static. Moved it until it hit something unyielding.

Eddie scooped it up, placed it in his palm. Lifted Steve’s first finger, let it fall against a callus, under his fingers. “Tap once for yes, twice for no.”

Tap.

“Good. Can you drink some water for me?”

Steve didn’t move. He wasn’t sure.

“Okay, let’s try this. Would water help right now?”

Tap. Hesitant, he didn’t want to move, but it probably would help.

“Okay. We can do that in a second, I’ve got a glass right here. Do you feel nauseous?”

Another pause, then two taps.

Eddie tapped back. “Do you think you could get nauseous if you move?”

Tap.

Eddie sighed. “Okay. Can I move you for just a second? So you can drink some water?”

Tap. Hesitant, but there.

“Brave boy,” Eddie murmured. “Let me do the moving, m’kay? You focus on keeping lunch down, but if you can’t, I’ll have a trash can ready. Okay?”

Tap.

“Alright.”

The world spun behind his closed eyelids, and he gagged, but kept it down.

“Good,” Eddie murmured, now behind him. “You’re doing so good, Steve. Little bit of water, now, slow, small sips, take your time.”

A glass pressed against his lips. He opened. Slow, small sips, like Eddie had said.

“Good,” Eddie said again, moving the glass away. His hand found Steve’s again. “Think you can sleep?”

A tap, then a squeeze.

Eddie paused. “With me here?”

Tap.

“Okay, Stevie. Okay. I’ll stay. Always.”

Steve woke up an indeterminate amount of time later. His head still hurt some, but it was much better than it had been. He rolled over to look at Eddie, who was waking up. “Mornin’,” Eddie murmured. “How’re you feeling?”

“Good,” Steve whispered. “You stayed. You came.”

“Course I did,” Eddie said, hand finding Steve’s hair again. “You needed me.”

Steve’s hand found Eddie’s other palm, tucked between them. Tap. “Always.”

#asks #send me asks #writing #writing asks #writing prompts #from friends!#thank you friend!#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #hurt Steve #this one HURT but it also felt so so good to write #starambles

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alexendria-rose · 3 months

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Years Down The Line~ Sebastian Sallow X Reader

Summary- It's been years since Y/n has set foot in Hogwarts, since she's been anywhere near where she lived, she's been on adventures, discovering new places, but she knew she needed to come back, for a certain reason, but maybe that certain reason turned into two reasons when she see's Sebastian Sallow once again after years or not talking, what will happen? will they rekindle? or will Y/n let the fear of hurting people around her get in the way of knowing where she truly belongs.

Y/n

I scan the area around me, my eyes darting to the buildings. The beautiful buildings around me. This place. The way it still made my heart still feel at peace. Hogsmeade. I couldn’t believe I was really walking around this place I swore I would never come back too. The place I escaped after Hogwarts. I decided to travel around the world, see different places. To not be just a witch for once but just someone that nobody knew about. I wanted to be free from being the “Hogwarts Hero” it’s been 10 years since my fifth year. I just left without telling anybody where I was going, I didn’t want anything holding me back or trying to keep me from going cause I knew if He would’ve said something, I would’ve stayed. Even though we were nothing more than just friends. Well, even though I was secretly in love with him for years. Everyone always thought of us as an item, Ominis swore up and down that we were just keeping our relationship a secret, especially with all the flirting we were doing. But it never made it past the flirting, he just saw me as just merely a friend, someone to confide in, someone to distract him from his own pain. I wasn’t upset about it, he was someone there for me too, but just a little more then I was too him.

I walk into the Three Broomsticks, ruffling my hair to get the snow out of it. It was winter time here, and it was my favorite part of living here when I was younger, I would constantly run outside to be in the snow, whether that was making snow angels, just enjoying the nice crispy weather or the view. It was a sort of peace being here. I decided to come back for one reason, for Fig. It was his tenth anniversary of his death, I wanted to visit him for the holidays, to talk to him. I haven’t talked to his grave since the year he passed. God did I miss that man, the only man I looked up too, the man who basically looked at me as his own, and yet again I lost someone close to me. I see Sirona making conversations with the people around her, her smile still was as bright as the sun. The way she had this aurora around her. Sirona looks over to where I walked in, her eyes widening at the sight.

“If that isn’t Y/n L/n?” She grins swiftly moving her way towards me. I break out into a grin engulfing her into a hug.

“Sirona, oh how I missed you.” She pulls back slightly scanning me from head to toe, her eyes soften softly.

“Oh my child, you’ve grown to be such a beautiful woman.” She grabs my hand and examines the one on my left hand. “Hm no ring?” She lifts an eyebrow in question directing my way. “I would’ve thought someone swept you up by now, especially that Sebastian Sallow who kept following you around like a lost puppy.” She smirks. I roll my eyes pulling my left hand from her grip.

“No, I do not have anyone in my life at the moment, just me myself and I, Sirona.” I tease looking down at my empty ring finger tracing my finger, hopefully one day someone would take that honor, but I couldn’t knowing Sebastian didn’t. But of course once again my fault in that.

“Have you seen Sebastian, Y/n?” I dart my eyes towards her question ruffling my eyes brows in confusion.

“No, I haven’t seen him since my last year at Hogwarts, I didn’t tell anyone I was leaving…” I whisper looking down at my shoes. “I’m sorry I didn’t bid you goodbye properly.” She looks at me with a soft expression on her face but also a pained one. Oh how I didn’t realize how much people I’ve left behind, all the people who supported me, but they didn’t need me, all I did was cause damage to these amazing people.

“Oh none-sense honey, I knew I would see you again.” She smiles brightly once again ushering me over to the bar. “Come on dear drink on me tonight, butterbeer?” I laugh lightly sitting down on the bar stool taking off my scarf.

“Yes please!” I hear the door open behind me, I look back seeing a certain girl entering the three broomsticks. “Anne?” I shout. The girl looks at me, her hazel eyes exactly like his.

“Y/n!” She exclaims, she drops the bags she recently purchased on the floor running over to me before giving me a welcoming hug. “I didn’t know you were back!” I scan the girl, her smile was bright, she didn’t look pale as the last time I saw her my fifth year, her eyes were shinning. She looked so happy, so strong.

“I didn’t tell anyone, I just missed it here and thought I would visit.” She looks at my tired eyes also doing the same thing I just did to her a minute ago.

“Please tell me you have somewhere decent to stay?” She cocks her head slightly her eyebrows raised waiting for my reply.

“Oh well… not really but at least it’s somewhere rather than no where.” I giggle at her puzzled face when I answer her question.

“No absolutely not, you’re staying with me, just recently moved near here, come on!” She grips my hand, I gulp down my butterbear before hopping down the bar stool.

“You really don’t need to do that Anne, the Holidays are in a couple of days, I don’t wanna be a bother, I’m just here for a certain reason.” Anne furrows her eyebrows.

“No you’re staying with me, I will not take no as an answer.” She replies stubbornly. Just like her brother. I glance at Sirona her eyes already on mine.

“I’ll see you another time, please be sure to stop by before you leave.” She pleads. I laugh lightly nodding my head at her comment.

“Of course I will, Sirona, I promise.”

“Or we’ll just keep her here and there will never be a goodbye in place.” Anne hums softly before taking my hand and leaving the Three Broomsticks grabbing her bags with her other hand, her hand wrapped around my wrist dragging me across Hogsmeade, going the other side of town. I look across from where she was headed to see a small little cottage, smoke coming up from the chimney. Did she live with someone? She smiles up at me opening up the door.

“Guess who’s here!” She shouts into the house. I look ahead to a see a back to me, the person had blonde hair- Ominis.

“Ominis?” I whisper gently walking towards him, he turns around a wide smile on his face.

“Y/n, I knew it was you.” He smiles widely bringing me in for a warm welcomed hug. “I can never forget about you.” I giggle at his soft side my eyes darting from Anne to Ominis.

“So you two?” I scrunch my eyebrows, my eyes still darting between the two with confusion. Ominis smirks wrapping an arm around Anna.

“We’re married.” He looks down at the girl with a gentle look on his face, never in the years that I’ve noticed Ominis did I see such a soft side and Anne brought that out of him.

“What! Anne you couldn’t of told me on the way here!” I pout bringing them both into a hug. I feel a tug at my sweater that was snuggly wrapped around me looking down to see a small little girl with freckles and blonde hair, grey eyes just like Ominis. I look down at the child with wide eyes.

“Y/n, meet Noctua Gaunt.” Anne says with a lovely grin to her face, covering her mouth to escape any giggles coming out. My face must’ve been hysterical, my eyes I swear were going to pop out of my head, as I continue to look at the child, but also cry to see the makings of sweet Ominis and sweet Anne.

“She’s beautiful.” I get down to her level. “Hi Noctua.” I smile at the name once again, Ominis aunt, the only family he looked up too, and here she was but as his daughter. She couldn’t be older than one, all she did was babble and wave with her small little hands. I hear the door slam open.

“Okay I did splurge a little more for Noctua than I liked but I couldn’t help it for my favorite little girl.” I look up to see butt loads of presents covering the face, until the person sets it down and they look straight down at me. Sebastian. I sit up from my kneeling position slowly standing up locking eyes with his. Oh Merlin beard he grew up to be even more handsome. He had a slight stubble, his hair seemed to be more fluffier, his built was filled out, the shirt he was wearing was rolled up to his elbows and the muscles were certainly popping out.

“Sebastian.” I freeze in my spot, as so does he.

“Isn’t this wonderful! I ran into Y/n on the way back home from the Three Broomsticks!” Anne exclaims, so oblivious to what was going on in front of her.

“Come on dear, that’s let them talk- they have a lot to talk about.” Ominis mumbles picking up Noctua with them before heading into the kitchen. Sebastian walks up to me eyeing me up and down.

“Are you real?” I laugh at his comment, Merlin I just might being going hysterical, really. I cover my mouth to stop the laughing fit I just created.

“Come on Sebastian, of course I’m real.” I reply back laughing a bit more before finally settling down. I turn my back on him looking over the whole house, the photos of Ominis and Anne's wedding, photos of Noctua, of Sebastian. I was somewhat jealous of the fact that I didn’t have this but once again it was my fault I didn’t have this beautiful life.

“You left me Y/n.” I freeze in my spot at his comment, shutting my eyes tightly. I knew he was going to bring that up at some point, but only if he knew I did it for him.

“Yes, I did do that…” I trace my fingers on the photo frame of Sebastian in his Auror suit. Probably his first day I’m assuming. “Didn’t know you were Auror.” I try digressing the conversation holding the frame in my hand looking back at him with a small smile. “Honestly imagined you working for the library or becoming a writer honestly.” Sebastian looks at me with soft eyes, a small smirk coming up to his face walking closer to me, he looks down at me grabbing the frame out of my hands softly grazing my fingers as he does so. There it was. All the feelings I was holding back and forgetting came alive again; as I felt his touch and looked into those hazel eyes once again.

“I wanted to write, but something about adventure and going out and helping people is who I want to be, I learned that from the best of course.” He says softly his eyes still latched on my own. I hitch a breath to realize how close we are I can feel his breath on my skin, and the way he looked at me was different then any of our years together.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.” I blurt out setting the photo down on the counter facing my body fully to look at him. He looks down at the ground stepping away from me. Sebastian turns his back at me running a hand throw his wild hair.

“I waited for you at the Great Hall, to say goodbye, I was going to ask you to travel with me, I was going to ask you to live with me Y/n.” His back still turned on me his hands now gripping his hair.

“Sebastian, I couldn’t stay here even longer, I knew if I talked to you, you would've convince me to stay.” I reply walking over to him placing a delicate hand to his shoulder, he flinches at the contact turning around to face me again tears welled up in those beautiful hazel eyes.

“Damn right I would’ve convinced you to stay, you have no idea how much I wrote to you, asking you to come back to me, I care about you that I’m still waiting for you.” He grabs my hand rubbing his thumb on the back of it softly.

“Sebastian, I can’t… I can’t do this.” Curse me. This man was about to make me feel things I shoved away so long ago. “Anne, Ominis it was nice seeing you, I-I can’t.” I rip my hand away from his grasps my body already missing the way he held me.

“No Y/n wait.” I grab my wand appariting far from their little cottage thinking about the one place I came here for. I open my eyes tears rolling down my cheek looking in front of me to see Professor Figs headstone next to his wife, I crumble down to my knees sobbing.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I grip onto his headstone my eyes not stopping the unbelievable amount of tears erupting my face. “I couldn’t be here anymore, without you, I couldn’t bring Sebastian down my path, I couldn’t even help him when he was going through his own dark path I just decided to go along with him, I’m no Hogwarts Hero. I killed you, I’m the reason you were killed. I looked up to you, you were the only one who I thought of as a father.” I sob uncomfortably laying my head down on his gravestone. “I miss you, I’m sorry I haven’t visited, I’m scared of being back here, I’m scared of hurting those around me….” I lean my head back looking up at the sky, the snow was falling barely but it still was beautiful. I think about how the way Sebastian looked at me, he looked at me as if he had seen ghost. The way he touched me gently like he was scared at any moment I was going to crack, and yet I did. I was so weak for letting my emotions get the better of me yet again. I start to rest my eyes all this crying made me exhausted before you know it darkness is surrounding me.

Sebastian

She disappeared again, right in front of my eyes this time. I’m just an idiot to let my emotions get the better of me but just seeing her again. The way she grew up, more mature, she was gorgeous and of course I checked her left hand to see if anyone had taken her side but nobody hadn’t. She has indeed been alone this entire time? Why? Ominis and Anne come rushing in.

“What the bloody hell did you do Sebastian?” Ominis says crossing his arms over his chest

“I almost confessed to her… seeing her after all these years, Merlin Ominis you should’ve saw her, she looked so beautiful but yet so broken, so long gone.” I respond pacing back and fourth the room running my hand through my hair trying to wrap my mind on to what just happened.

“Well if I could've seen her Sebastian, but once again blind nitwit.” Ominis scoffs but seeing me in this state his eyes soften and makes his way towards me lightly putting a hand on my shoulder. “Come let’s go find her.” I stop in my tracks and look towards Ominis.

“You’re telling me to go after her? Wow Ominis I think we’ve spent too much time together, usually your the rational one.” I say with a slying smirk coming to my lips.

“Shut up, I just don’t wanna hear your pouting and whining again, that lasted for five years, I can’t do that again.” “No please go get her.” He pushes my shoulder. “There’s only one reason why she would be here, and you know it.” My eyes widen.

fig

Why of course. I look at Anne and Ominis giving them a small smile. “I’m not letting her go again, I’ll be back.” I apparate to figs grave looking to see a small figure hugging onto the stone, her under eyes looking red and puffy and she was definitely freezing. “Y/n.” I gasp out grabbing her small body carrying her bridal style before apparating back to my own cottage. It was small, but it was something to get by. I take her to my room laying her slowly down to the bed. I cover her up to keep her warm conjuring a heating spell to warm her up. She mumbles softly before her eyes slowly open up.

“Sebastian?”

Y/n

I feel warmth hug my body, mumbling softly about how good it feels. I blink my eyes open looking around my surroundings before my eyes landing on a certain brute. “Sebastian?” I ask raspy. That crying might’ve been the death of me.

“Y/n.” He places his hand on my cheek rubbing his thumb gently across it looking up and down my body probably to make sure I wasn’t hurt.

“Why am I here?” I look around the room about to sit myself up when he pushes me down gently.

“No you’re not getting up, you need to rest, it’s been a long day for you.” He moves his hand from my cheek. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push you today.” He looks brightly at me. “Now please get some rest.” He goes to walk out when I grab his hand before he leaves stopping him. He looks back at me confusion written across his face.

“Please don’t go.” I look up at him with a desperate look on my face, mostly begging him not to leave me alone after my uncontrollable crying on Figs gravestone. Sebastian kneels down on the side of the bed next to me with a worrisome look on my face.

"Do you still get those nightmares?" He asks softly his thumbing rubbing circles around the back of my hand in a comforting manner. I squeeze my eyes shut, breathing out a shaky breath. I look at him with tears forming into my eyes, how do I tell him I've been having nightmares every day for the past 10 years. How I do tell him all the dreams are about losing him and everyone else around me but especially him.

"All the time Sebastian, they never leave me, I'm scared." I hiccup. "I'm scared me just being here is going to hurt everyone I love and care about. I lost Fig, the only male role model in my life, someone I loved as a parental role. Merlin the fact, I dream about losing you especially. What if someone takes you away to torture me." I breath out. I let go of his hand to cover my face with mine, the tears streaming down my face. I wasn't emotionally ready to have all the thoughts in my head with him right now, otherwise I would be a bloody mess.

"Don't say anymore, I'll stay Y/n, I'll always stay." He leans foreword to kiss the top of my head leaving his lips a lot longer then I expected. I look up at him through my lashes the tears still streaming down my face. He wipes my tears away with his thumb looking at me with such a loving way, something I wasn't use to Sebastian doing.

"Sebastian...." His eyes never leave my face.

"Come on my love, I know you just wanna rest, and I promise I'll stay the whole time." He rolls into bed next to me spooning me, tightly bringing me to my chest as though I could never leave his grip. I trace his arm that was under my head.

"I'm sorry Sebastian." I mumble before drifting into a slumber.

I wake up from a dreamless sleep, I didn't dream once last night, not a happy dream nor a nightmare. I somehow felt peace, but I remember where I was. I remember all that happened the event before, the days coming back to me. I furrow my eyebrows not feeling the other body next to me, I sit up abruptly looking to my side to see Sebastian not there. I panic a bit, jumping out of the bed running into the main room.

"Sebastian!?" I yell, I look over to see him in the kitchen cooking, and I inhale deeply, as he turns his body around to look at me with wide eyes.

"What, what happened?" He rushes over to me grabbing onto my face scanning my body from head to toe. "Are you okay?" I sigh rubbing my arms in embarassment.

"I-I just thought something happened to you." I stammer looking down at the ground at my feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you." Sebastian moves closer to me lifting my head to look at him.

"Never apologize for something you didn't do." He whispers with a small smile planted on his face. "Now come, I made us breakfast and I want to take you somewhere." I cock my head to the side and beaming slightly at him.

"You cooked? Should I be scared?" I question giggling lightly as he brings me to the table pulling out my chair for me, I sit down as he pushes me in.

"Oh hush, living by myself have given me the chance to practice." He smirks bringing over some food to my plate. I glance up at him.

"So no girlfriend in the picture?" I ask sipping on the pumpkin juice he poured for me, he sits across from me shaking his head.

"No, too in love with someone else to be in a relationship." He states taking a bite of the food. I stop the cup to my lips freezing in place. He's in love with someone? I should've known all these years he would find someone that he would eventually love, but how I silly that I thought maybe that could change, it wouldn't matter anyways I was going to leave tomorrow anyways.

"Oh, I bet she's amazing." I whisper eating the food Sebastian set in front of me, he doesn't say another word but a smirk was planted on his smug little face. We finish our breakfast, and I stand up to do the dishes when he stops me.

"No, I've got this, why don't you change and get ready, the bathroom is right around the corner." He takes the plates from my hands, tucking the loose hair behind my ear. "I'm taking you somewhere special." I blush turning my head the opposite direction to make sure he doesn't catch it. I nod giving him a grin before walking away to the bathroom with my bag. I look around the bathroom, nothing so special to it until I caught a photo on the bathroom counter noticing it was a photo of Sebastian and I, it was one that moved to capture the moment and I remember the day we took it, us near the lake happy go lucky, nothing phasing us in that moment. I smile at the memory, I can't believe he had this here. I shake away the feeling that crept back into my head. I change into black pants, and knee high boots, with a baggy green sweater, hopefully to keep me from the cold, I use magic to fix my hair and makeup from the previous night before. I sigh softly looking at myself in the mirror looking at the scar that Ragnok caused, right across my eyebrow, all of those memories are now a scar, still there but slowly healing.

I walk out of the bathroom seeing Sebastian with a black button up with his Slytherin scarf wrapped around him, and his black pants. I observe more in this moment. He wasn't the same Sebastian, he held more confidence, he grew into his features fairly well, he was handsome, he was so so handsome, and so much taller. He was towering over me, and god how I wish I can call him mine.

"You ready?" He takes out his hand, and I gently grab it as he apparates us Merlin knows where. I look around us, grass surrounding us but there was an edge we were close to.

"Where are we?" I ask walking closer to the edge, Sebastian right near my heels, and that's when I saw it. Hogwarts. I gasp in the beauty, we were over looking the giant castle. It was beautiful but it brought back all the emotions.

"I remember when I first saw you, you walked into the sorting ceremony our fifth year, and I remember thinking that was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life." He mumbles playing with his fingers looking down at them. "Merlin's beard Y/n, you came into my life and it flipped, you helped me even though I was going through a path I know you didn't fully support but you did anyways, you stuck through me years after that, I know I hurt yo-"

"No Sebastian, I hurt you." I breath out the air I was holding onto hearing him say the things he did, I couldn't let him think I was this amazing person when I know I wasn't. "I have almost got you killed multiple times, because of my stupid ancient magic, because of stupid goblins, I would've died to help Anne but I didn't know how, I'm a coward." I turn away from the castle my arms holding onto me. "But it doesn't matter cause I'm leaving so I don't hurt anymore, I have to leave tomorrow Sebastian I just have too." Sebastian's eyes widen.

"No you don't get to leave me again!" He raises his voice slightly moving his way in front of me with sadden eyes. "You do not get to decide to come into my life and make me fall in love with you all over again, I mean Merlin's beard I've never stopped loving you, you left me and I left with you, my heart did, I've been in love with you since the moment you stepped into that great hall, the moment you came up to me in that bloody common room. You've never hurt me, you hurt me by walking away from this, from us, and I know I never told you I was in love with you but that last time I really was going to ask you to be mine forever." He reaches into his pocket and grabs a box opening it containing a emerald green ring that had his initials on the side of it. I widen my eyes at his confession, my heart pounding, warm butterfly's fluttering all over in my stomach.

"Sebastian, I left because I was scared of my own feelings for you, I knew you would follow me anywhere I went and that scared me, I was scared, I'm scared now, I've been in love with you since the day I met you, I would literally die for you, I've had nightmares everyday for ten years and every single one you're in, but every single one you're being taken away from me and that hurts me way more then the dreams I end up dying in, or being tortured because if something happened to you I would never forgive myself." I gasp out tears trickling out of my eyes, his eyes are boring into mine-he moves closer to me leaning foreword catching my lips onto his gripping the back of my hair gently, I bring him closer by grabbing his scarf as we passionately kiss he moves his hands down to my waist gripping onto them gently, we pull back to catch our breaths our foreheads pressed against each others.

"I've been waiting for that for ten years my love." He breaths out tucking the loose hair behind my ear his eyes searching for mine. "I'm so in love with you."

"And I with you Sebastian Sallow." He brings my forehead to his lips placing a chaste kiss on it, I wrap my arms around his waist his chin on the top of my head. I didn't want this moment to end, I didn't want to let him go, not now, not ever. He pulls back the ring box still placed in his hand.

"Y/n... I know we haven't dated, haven't even been with each others life for years, but all I think about is being with you and only you. I want you to have this ring as a sort of a hold until I can actually propose to you, cause I want you and only you." I giggle softly, the tears once again in my eyes, I only nod bringing my left hand out for him to place ring on that certain finger.

"I wish to one day be Mrs Sallow, Sebastian, I want you and only you." I whisper wiping my tears with my right hand as he slides the ring on my finger, it fitting perfectly on my finger. "I cannot believe this is happening." I breath out looking at the beautiful ring placed on my finger, smiling at the way I first arrived thinking that I would only want Sebastian to have this finger.

"Should we go to Ominis and Anne to tell them the good news? That you're here to stay." He smirks lightly.

"Oh Merlin their going to literally kill us for taking this damn long." I chuckle at the thought of Ominis telling us he told us so.

"Yes, but I cannot wait to hear Anne literally scream at the both of us for being idiots." I laugh placing a small kiss onto his lips. We later tell Anne and Ominis what happened in the day we were gone and we were both right Ominis telling us he told us so, and Anne calling us idiots. I knew this is who I wanted to be near, who I needed to be surrounded by. They were my home. Professor Fig would've been proud....

AHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS MY FAVORITE ONE THAT I WROTE IM OBSESSED! MIGHT WRITE A PART TWO WITH WEDDING AND FAMILY IDKKKK -A/N

#x reader #fanfiction #oneshot #sebastian sallow #sebastianxreader #sebastiansallowxreader #hogwartslegacy #legacy #hogwarts #harry potter #ominis gaunt

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s0ft-d3cay · 20 days

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Telepathic

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | I've recently been trying to get out of the habit of saying I'm gonna kms and that brought out this little blurb. Please be safe and I hope you all enjoy. <3

WARNINGS: A conversation of having intrusive thoughts, mentions of intrusive thoughts(No actual intrusive thoughts written), mentions of not feeling good enough, mentions of feeling like a failure, mentions of anxious tendencies, one mention of spiraling, mentions of fearing abandonment, mentions of repeated cycles of abandonment, reader comforts Mike in this one, hurt/comfort if you will, use of Y/N

WC: 1,034

Mikes thoughts are soon interrupted by the soft rumble of Y/N’s car. His eyes dart towards the windshield and his window, taking in deep breaths in to calm himself. Choosing to keep his eyes glued to the outside, admiring the scenery as he remains silent. The man's mind beginning to be too noisy and crowded, repeated words of insults mixed with hopeless remarks. Brain running in circles around each indent of painful and terrifying phrases. The reoccurring thoughts start weighing Mike down, body curling in on itself as he physically makes himself smaller.

Y/N began picking up on the man’s eery silence. As an avid over-thinker himself, he knew the signs all too well, his right hand reached out to grasp the other man’s hand in a gentle grasp. Mike immediately grabs a hold of his hand, keeping his eyes focused on the passing cars and houses surrounding the outskirts of the road. Attempting to only focusing on the pleasant embrace of Y/N's palm in his. A slow descend into a security in the man's safe presence.

The words begin to fall out before Mike could catch them. "I hate how my mind gets so noisy sometimes...it always fills up with intrusive thoughts or worries...and the worst part about it all is that I can’t control it whatsoever.” His grip starts to tighten, trying keep the thoughts and worries away as he continues.

"It makes me question everything that I do or say. Every little thing becomes an issue…" Mikes voice drops lower, muttering more to himself than Y/N. Nervous breaths now falling from his lips as they break the silence. "Sorry…" He utters out in a shameful whisper.

"Don’t be, they’re intrusive thoughts for a reason." Y/N spoke up in a calm tone, hand tightening around Mike's own. Eyes focused on the road ahead, occasionally glancing at the man empathetically. "Yeah, I guess that is true.." He mutters in agreement softly, hoping to not seem too closed off to Y/N.

"How…how do you deal with your own intrusive thoughts?" Mike questions, curious on the other man’s experience. Y/N scoffs, a sad smile gracing his lips. His eyes glazed over in a distant gleam as he rapidly blinks for a moment. "I’ve had them for as long as I can remember…most of them are repeated and reused. I’ve...grown used to them, but not all of them." The driver reveals, his words honest in their breathy tone.

Understanding a bit as to why some days Y/N can get so lifeless and passive, it made Mike's heart ache. "Oh…" He silently replies, now realizing how well Y/N hide all his suffering.

Y/N’s eyes flickered over, watching as Mike pieced together his past actions. "…yeah, I still have very bad days and nights, but-…what I’m trying to say is, you’re not alone and even if you can’t articulate what’s happening I’ll still be here to lend you a hand. Or to sit in silence beneath a comfy blanket." He offers, always the giver when it comes to caring for others.

Upon hearing the man's words weighted heavy on Mike. He had suspected Y/N's intrusive thoughts and anxiety were linked to some sort of trauma…that was exactly the case and it breaks his heart to hear it out in the open. Mike has many questions now, what had Y/N even been through to cause such trauma within his life? Who hurt him enough to now be almost numb to intrusive thoughts? He can only imagine the pain, the unequivocal discomfort that the other man must had faced.

"Are you scared of remembering?" Heart breaking even more as his mind conjures up the possible horrors of what you may have endured, looking up at Y/N as he speaks out.

"I’d rather not relive most of those memories. I…have a feeling I forgot them for good reason." Y/N answered, smiling towards Mike. His fingers squeezing reassuringly as he does. Mike can't help but to glance back down at their hands once more, nodding his head at the answer. “That makes sense, you didn't forget them for no reason. It might be a good thing that you can't remember everything…” He adds.

“Yeah, I just hope when I remember them I won’t spiral back to my old self." Y/N comments softly, breathing out a heavy sigh. Bringing up their joined hands, he presses a kiss to Mike's knuckles.

The thought of the man becoming his old self doesn't sound pleasant in the slightest. Taking comfort in the feel of each other's skin on their hands, giving Y/N's hand a small gentle squeeze as his thumb brushes against the back of his hand. Smiling at the surge of adoration once the other man pressed a kiss to his hand.

Y/N's reassurance, kindness, and gentle response always made Mike's heart deeply swoon. He can’t remember the last time someone had cared so much about him and his well being, maybe his parents back when they were still around?

It's something that he’s not used to, but it’s something he greatly treasures. “Promise you won't leave me in the same way that all of the others before have...please, don’t..." Mike's voice, delicate and airy, a hint of trepidation to his tone. He doesn’t want to go back to being alone again. Y/N returns his terror with a smile, his gaze promising as he replies. "I wouldn’t leave you, not unless you say otherwise..."

Mike whispered, his hand squeezing a bit tighter. He can only imagine the number of times the others had left and abandoned Y/N and made him feel as though you were all alone.

He doesn’t want to end up the same way they did, he plans on staying. "I don’t ever plan on telling you to leave.” And he sure as hell wouldn’t mind staying together for years to come…maybe even forever. "Then I won’t." Y/N states with childish glee, a verbal gesture of never letting you go.

Mike smiles brightly upon hearing the other man's words. Practically waiting to hear those specific words from anyone. Seeing the genuine care in Y/N’s actions and words, he can't help but to want to hold onto that promise to truly stay together forever.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators.

#male reader #fnaf x male reader #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #Seraphimsbrainwritings

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specialagentlokitty · 10 months

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Saul Silva x reader - always by your side

Can you write a story with a reader (student or teacher) who learns that Saul is pardoned during season 2 please? - @djino04 💜

Alfea hadn’t been the same since Saul was arrested, and even though you wanted to leave, the only reason you stayed was for Sky, but you threw your all into your training and your work.

Even when it came to the Alumni event, you refused to take part and attend though there was many questions for you to do so.

You didn’t want to take part, so you refused.

And there was nothing they could do about it, because Rosalind and Andreas both knew that if you didn’t want to do something, there was no amount of threats or pain that would make you do it.

So they left you to it, deciding it would be good to have at least one teacher out patrolling around the school.

And that’s where you had been all night, headphones on as you trained in the specialists training ground, honing your fire and lighting up the training ground in a series of red or Orange light.

Even as the night drew on, you didn’t stop, your mind was solely focused on one thing now, and that was getting stronger.

You didn’t trust Rosalind and Andreas one bit, and someone had to be willing to protect the students, so you were pushing yourself beyond the limits every day to increase your strength and endurance.

As the sun was coming up, you decided to take a break and you sat down on the grass, drinking some water from your bottle, you slid your headphones down your neck as you took a deep breath.

“Professor (L/N)?!”

You snapped your head up and furrowed your brows a little bit.

“Bloom, what’s wrong?”

She jogged over and handed you something and you looked at her smiling face.

“I was asked to give you that, Sky said I could find you out here.”

“Alright, is that everything?”

She nodded her head and you nodded as well, settling the envelope down on the grass, putting your bottle on it, you took a few moments to rest before standing up.

“I really think you read it Professor.”

You turned to bloom and rose a brow at her and she picked it up, holding it out to you again, stepping back as she clasped her hands behind her back.

“Bloom im training.”

“Please read it.”

Sighing heavily you opened it and held the envelope in your hands as you unfolded the paper, and you carefully read the first half.

“I don’t understand..” you mumbled.

You looked up and you realised she had walked away, but you found a familiar face walking across the training grounds towards you.

You were frozen in place, and you stared at the man who carried on walking over.

“No…”

Letting the paper fall from your hands, you slowly began to walk, then you began to jog into you were running towards him.

And when you were close enough you crashed into him, hugging him tightly as you both dropped to your knees.

Saul hugged you back tightly, pressing his forehead against your head as you buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“H..how…? What…?”

“I’ve been pardoned..” he whispered back.

You pulled away from him and you looked at him, tears falling from your eyes.

The face you missed staring at so much, the face of your best friend.

“Does that mean..?”

Saul smiled softly and he nodded his head, letting you hug him tightly once more.

“I can stay..”

“Jesus Christ Saul..”

He laughed a little bit, hugging you as tightly as he could without hurting you.

“Didn’t think you’d get rid of me that easily did you?”

You slapped his back and he chuckled again, resting his chin on your head.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, and he smiled to himself.

“Thank you for staying for him…”

“I promised you I’d look after him.”

Saul nodded a little bit, and he carried on hugging you.

Your tears soaked his shirt, but they weren’t tears of sadness this time, they were tears of happiness, tears of joy to have you best friend back by your side.

You had grown up with him, you had never been away from him, you two were always right next to one another, like a package deal.

So when he was arrested, it destroyed you, and filled you with a rage that could barely been contained.

And you were still angry.

But you were overjoyed with the fact he had been pardoned, with the fact he wasn’t an enemy of the realm anymore, and he wasn’t on the run.

You were happy beyond words to know that he was excused from it, and he could help you make things right at the school, and make the school safe once more.

Because you were best friends, and despite everything that had happened, you swore you’d always have each others backs.

So you needed him with you, so you could stand side by side and face the challenges that were to come because truth be told? You knew you couldn’t do it any longer by yourself.

And going by the way he was hugging you for dear life, something told you Saul couldn’t handle this on his own anymore either

#fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga imagine #saul silva #saul silva x you #saul silva imagine #saul silva x reader

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risustravelogue · 1 year

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You, and Only You

Summary:

Hope is the light at the end of the tunnel.

Featuring:

Tighnari (brief appearance), Alhaitham, Chubby Depressed!Reader

Tone:

Angst... with a happy ending. :)

Note:

An expansion of the second part of this headcanon. Second (impromptu) submission for @haithamuse's birthday collab. Enjoy getting hurt! 💚 CW: Depression, thoughts of self-hate, self-worth issues, emotional detachment, depersonalization. Heavy self-insert.

🔗 AO3 | masterlist 🔗

That fateful day, you met up with him at the café to talk. He sat across you and held your hand.

“What is it you want to talk about?” he asked.

You gulped. Deep breaths. It’s okay, he’s my boyfriend. He’ll understand.

“I went to talk with a psychiatrist,” you began. “She said I have clinical depression.”

“Ah,” he sighed.

He lowered his gaze. You could swear you heard him whisper, perfect timing.

He turned to look back at you with a sickeningly sweet smile as he withdrew his hand from yours.

“Then, I’m ending this. Us, I mean.”

Your body went numb. “What?”

“Yes, well. I’ve long since suspected something like that was going on.”

You could almost hear the cracking sound of your heart breaking.

“And I am not dealing with it.”

Crash.

“I intend to end this sooner or later anyway.”

Burn.

You asked him why. “Why are you doing this?” “Did I do something wrong?” “Can I salvage this?” Just please, please don’t leave me—

You asked him even though you already knew the answer. He’s grown sick of me.

In the end, he left you with lots of excuses but never an apology.

You figured it was because you deserved nothing of the sort.

For no one owes the songless bird a chance to sing.

—

You woke up to someone knocking on the door. A familiar voice called your name several times.

“It’s Tighnari. You haven’t gone out of your room for two days.”

A pause.

“I’m worried about you. May I come in?”

You put the blanket over your head.

“Go away, Nari.”

A sob.

“You shouldn’t talk to a piece of shit like me.”

A muffled hiss.

“You are not a piece of shit.”

Another sob.

“Then tell me, what should I call myself? I’m a defect and no one—”

A choking sound.

“No one will ever love me.”

The sound of the door opening. Footsteps approaching. A dip on the bed. The light brush of a tail on your feet and a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t say that, please. You’re my dear friend. I love you, and nothing will ever change that. Not even your diagnosis.”

The bed sprung back up.

“I’ll help you pack your things, all right? I’m bringing you to Gandharva Ville, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You burst into tears again. Only the sound of your sobs and the shuffling of your clothes getting packed filled the room. Tighnari held your hand all the way to the carriage that brought you to Gandharva Ville, then shifted to patting your back along the way. A week off was the best he could help you get on such short notice—but that short week held your life together for the months ahead.

—

You’d been taking medication for several months. They had desirable effects, that much you didn’t deny. They fixed your sleep schedule, and the pain in your chest has numbed considerably.

But you knew that no medication could fill the emptiness in your heart.

“Why don’t you try joining a book club?” Tighnari had said. “You’ve always loved books, and the shared interests would make it easier for you to blend in.”

So here you were, in front of a house not far from the Akademiya. Some people were conversing just outside, and they invited you in when you asked about the book club.

You spotted a familiar gray head amongst the people sitting in the living room when you stepped inside.

… Alhaitham?

You felt chills all over your skin as he turned his gaze your way. Your lips parted when his eyes widened in recognition. You held your breath as he got up from his seat and walked toward you with restrained haste, a small smile forming on his lips.

“Hi,” he said.

His voice. I’ve almost forgotten his voice.

Your eyes felt hot as you held yourself back from embracing him there and then.

“Hi,” you squeaked.

You gulped down words you could never tell him. I’ve been missing you.

You clenched your fists to ground yourself. No, no. Do not even dare to hope. You will never accept me.

Your mind screamed words—words you could never let out because I am not worthy of you.

Words you could never say because you deserve the best, not a defect like me.

Your mind went blank, your breath hitched, because I’ve been missing you for so long, and I want your arms to wrap around me, for you to say you’ve been missing me too.

But you’re not mine, and you will never be.

Your eyes grew hotter, but you forced your lips to form a smile anyway.

“Long time no see,” your voice said.

—

“So that’s… yeah. That’s my update.”

A shiver rippled through every inch of your skin as Alhaitham took your hand into his and squeezed. His usually-sharp eyes looked deep into yours with a mellow gaze.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He squeezed your hand harder. “I should’ve—”

He shook his head.

“No. Never mind,” he said. He gave you a small smile as his fingers fiddled with yours, eliciting a blush from you. “Would you like me to slowly end his career or something?”

You grinned. You are such a softie. “No need,” you said. Thank you. “He’s not worth it.”

He hummed. “If you say so.”

You couldn’t help but notice that he always had his hands on you for the rest of the book club meet-up.

—

His soft, warm lips. The same lips you’d been daydreaming of for years, the same lips you’d kissed a thousand times in your mind, were pressing gently against your own lips, against you.

“I love you,” he declared softly, a tender smile on his lips. It’s that smile. “I’ve been in love with you since we were classmates.”

You felt tears start welling up in your eyes. “That long? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You already had a boyfriend when I realized my feelings for you. I’m sorry. I should’ve investigated more instead of just giving up and staying away.”

You felt your chest clenching. No, don’t be sorry. You didn’t wrong me.

You leaned forward to place a light kiss on his lips. If this is a dream, I hope it never ends. He pulled back in surprise.

You chuckled at his reaction. “It’s okay. Thank you.”

You let your tears roll down your cheeks as he gathered you into his arms, pressing your temple onto his sculpted chest.

—

“You’re never a waste of my time. I said I love you, and I mean it.”

He placed a kiss on your lips.

“I don’t mind that you’re chubby, or rather sickly, or prone to insecurities because of an illness you never wanted.”

Another kiss. He pulled away after a while, his half-lidded verdant eyes looking straight into yours. He smiled.

“I’ll always be there for you because I love you, and that’s final.”

—

“You are the love of my life, and I want you by my side for the rest of my days. Will you marry me?”

You let out an unceremonious sob.

“You still need to ask? I’m already yours, forever.”

—

“I, Alhaitham, take you as my wife.”

“And I…” You say your name with a shaky breath. “I take you as my husband.”

You put your arms around his neck as his hands find their way to your waist, pulling your body against his. He chuckles as he dips in to kiss your lips. The sound of your heartbeat is so loud, it drowns the small crowd’s cheers and sobs.

“You are perfect, my love,” he whispers. An evergreen smile blooms on his lips. “Until death do us part—no, until the end of time, I will always, always love you, and only you.”

You pull him into another kiss, savoring his warmth like there’s no tomorrow.

“And I, you.”

A bird’s song pierces through the cool morning air.

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin angst #genshin impact angst #kurisu writes

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince (CP 10)

Christian Pulisic x f!reader

Warnings: heavy swearing, angst, violence and fluff

A/N: as if it isn’t already obvious from where i was inspired to write this one shot (the connection between chris and maathp can’t be undone, but im glad)

Summary: you always counted on yourself to defend against the bullies and mean comments on the press, although now things have changed, as he will be the one saving you from running in the dark

“She’s only on the team because of her boyfriend being the captain. Otherwise she’d be in a B category”

“She has two left feet. Can’t even kick a ball properly”

“Poor Christian, hope he finds someone better than her”

“Pulisic being with a girl out of his league? Shameful.”

Usually, one would find me in our room crying my heart out and with my mind racing between ‘Would Chris be better without me?’ and ‘What must I do to improve myself’.

I’ve been receiving this comments ever since mine and Christian’s relationship was announced. We had the support of friends, family and teammates and from a big portion of the fans, but some of them bite back. They don’t like what they see.

Well, they mostly don’t want to see me.

Girls hate the fact that their favorite footballer is taken and boys think I’m privileged enough to be on the Women’s USA team.

I’ve always told Chris to not respond any of these. That they don’t affect me. But they do. They hurt and I am a human, not a fucking robot.

He always wants to reply or post something on his story about defending me and leaving us to our peace, but I tell him to stay back. I don’t want anyone to hate him or have him receive nasty comments. He surely doesn’t deserve this.

We were now at Cobham, while he was training, I was discussing with the team about our next session. I decided to take a break and just scroll through my insta. I recently posted a pic of me and the team, reaching the semi-final at Copa America and once again, they were there

“You did nothing”

“Useless player”

“Only there because of Chris”

“Just leave. We don’t need you”

“Next time, I will break your phone in half and throw it in a pond” I look up to see the constantly kind Mason.

He was the only one who knew about this ugly situation. Mostly because he once caught be crying at their changing room. It was one of my most vulnerable moments. And I was glad to have him there.

“Don’t tell Chris. Please. I am fine. I’ve been used to them”

“But you shouldn’t be. Let him help you. He can shut their mouths. I know you are strong but you shouldn’t have to put up with their bullshit”

Mason sat next to me, not removing his eyes from mine. We had grown very close and was my best friend. He knew that I wasn’t in a position to pressure Chris into doing something that may hurt him publicly.

“Maybe I will just disappear from social media. The fans will still see me at the club’s posts and I won’t bother seeing the comments. Problem solved” I shrugged and put my phone in my pocket.

“You shouldn’t have to limit yourself to please others. You will say, do and post whatever you want. They aren’t in your place to understand the worries and pains of this sport”

He is right. I do agree. But I can’t fight back this time. I fear that no matter what I say, it will come back at me like a boomerang. Fuck!

Before Mason gets on to continue, Christian comes up to us with Ben following him. He looks exhausted but also with a questionable look plastered on his face.

“Why hello, Y/N. What brings you around?” Ben greets me with a hug.

“Here to support the superstar. Plus, I’ll be leaving soon for the international games, so as much time as I spent with him, the better” I smile at my boyfriend who has his arms around my waist, softly kissing my collarbone.

“All the best! Hope the team does well. We have faith in ya!”

“Shall we get going babe?” Chris asked me, looking at the time on his phone.

I simply nodded my head smiling and collectively said goodbye to his two teammates, first to Ben and then Mason.

Once I finally was for the last time in Mason’s embrace he whispered in my ear ‘he loves you more than anything and would fight the world just to see you happy’

I held Christians hand in mine and walked back to his car. The ride despise it being silent, it was comforting as my eyes didn’t remove from his beautiful physique. I loved admiring him.

In Chris, I had found true love and compassion. Feelings I thought didn’t exist, until we met.

When we reached our house, Christian dropped his bag on the floor and immediately spoke up.

“Please talk to me” he sounded like pleading.

“What do you mean?” I knew what he meant. Very well!

“Baby let me help you. Mason has told me about the incident back in the changing rooms.”

“I’m a burden to you Chris. Nothing more. And I hate doing this to me” tears start escaping my eyes.

Christian instantly wrapped me in his arms tightly. “Your name in my mind, has as its synonym the word ‘love’. You could never be a burden. More like my source of happiness”

“People are judging you for being with me and telling you deserve better. Which you do. You’re deserving of the world.”

“But you are my world. I don’t want anything fucking else but you, my dear. Let them judge. They don’t know what a wonderful woman you are!”

“What if we-“

“Don’t you dare fucking finish this sentence. I will never leave you. And neither will you me. I will fight for you. I don’t give a single penny if they start hating on me or talking shit about me. As long as you’re with me, I can handle everything else”

Chris cupped my cheeks, not wanting to remove his hands from any part on my body. I knew that without him, I wouldn't feel safe or loved. It's a feeling that only one person can create. And I am more than thankful to have had this with him.

"I don't want to hurt you, I love you more than anything that I have. I do not wish for people to hate you just because of me. This is unfair."

My eyes are bloodshot red and a soft kiss lands on my lips, as Chris has the urge to prove something to me with that move.

"A kiss, a touch and a hug of yours, are the reasons I breathe. Without you, I would be hurt. Without you life would be meaningless. Football is my career but you are my present and certainly future. I love you, Y/N and I will fight the goddamn world for you. No one else, you hear me?"

"Can you hold me like this forever? From the moment we met, I have never wanted to stay in a place so badly" I cooed softly, hiding my head on his chest.

"Baby, we can stay like this forever. Since that's what we both want, then it stands. And I had no intention of letting you go any time soon. I have planned a lot of things for us"

At moments like these, you know that if the person in front of you, would guard you with his life no matter the case, they are your one true love.

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic fanfic

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febreze-bottle-without-febreze · 11 months

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TW: slit blood(Quinn)

"check your window he's at your window"

This other half has nothing to do with the drawing so you don't have to read it also SPOILERS well kind of ⬇️⬇️

I haven't talked about this man in a minute and I just watched the last Quinn video

{yes I know I'm late and sorry if this half doesn't make sense I wrote this wall half a sleep}

David's big brother vibe grows more and more with each video his in with Darlin and I'm loving it [

GBA does such a good job voicing Quinn, the rage and pain GBA expresses is perfect, and the way Quinn screams COME HERE at Darlin absolutely stunning

The icon changing and the screen flashing red every time Quinn gets hurt is just so satisfying

"just that it looks like something do stay the same even after years and miles apart short temper volatile nature of fury inside that you desperately throw in any direction to keep it from pointing inward again uh I guess now that you can't use my fangs to punish yourself and your new toy won't use his you've had to find other ways to work through your pain" Quinn if Darlin did stay the same you would probably be dead by now

"I've been close to them Sammy so close without them even noticing" Does that count as stalking cause he did say he was tracking them

the jacket was mentioned again!!![ I'm keeping my theory that Gabe gave them that jacket]

Darlin has grown so much and them walking away shows that perfectly [well In my opinion]

"[hit] that's for Frederick[punch] That's for his progeny.[bone crunching, screaming] and that's for me" first bright eyes mention in a long time

"I’ve got bad news for your “legacy”, scumbag. You don’t have the hold on them that you think you do. They showed you just now when they walked away. They’ve shown that every day that they’ve kept living after everything you tried to do to them. No one “owns” them. Least of all you. You are gonna die as worthless and alone as you lived. And if there’s any part of you left that still feels, I hope that thought fuckin terrifies you. Because you deserve fear. And misery. And pain on the way out.," Tell him Sam, got to be my favorite line in this video

gotta love it when Sam gets violent and protective

Sam and Darlin can finally take a break and go on vacation they both truly deserve it🥹

#this was supposed to be posted yesterday #redacted quinn #redacted darlin #redacted tank #redacted sam #redacted david #redacted fanart #redacted verse #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audios #good boy audios #My.art

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poemsillneversend · 4 months

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Puppet Master // Guard Dog

You hope I’m doing well but doesn’t matter if I don’t reply.

You hope I’m not bitter but I was fearful frozen half my life.

You hope I’ve got what I deserve, but did I deserve what you did?

Because I know that you know what you did.

And you break the silence after 11 years just to say that you hope I take care.

But you never cared about me, you liked pulling my strings.

Made me dance, made me sing.

Molded all of me just how you liked.

You found me naive and fourteen, scars covered with sleeves

But refused to believe I could die.

Was I never a real girl to you?

Was I just your pretty puppet?

The brand new addition to the collection you covet?

Did you start slashing at strings just out of boredom?

You cut all my ties, I hung on by a single thread.

Were you a little sad when inside I just felt dead?

Was it fun playing games with the doll you choked?

Can a puppet master ever care for the toys he broke?

I hope the guilt eats at you.

I hope it hurts to face it.

I hope you’re ashamed of the ways that you acted.

I hope you’ve grown up enough to never again cause this kind of hurt

I hope my pain haunts you,

I hope that you cried, drown out the last decade in tears.

Why else would you need to reach out after all these years?

Because I know that you know what you did.

Alone in that house, I still can’t breathe in basements.

In windowless rooms, you taught me what shame is.

Why didn’t you stop when you saw me so shaken?

Did you steal my soul just so you could break it?

Thoughtless thieves never care, he just takes it.

You hated my friends and you hated my music.

You said they were bad for me, how was I so stupid?

You said you were all I need. Oh so convincing.

Put me on a leash then slowly, you reeled me in.

You turned me into the perfect guard dog.

Defend you loyal to the whole world.

Muzzled my mouth and sharpened my teeth, then you trained me to bark and to bite

I scared away all who might get too close to us

Just so you could keep control, under the guise of love.

All that I loved, you’d disapprove.

Then you made me choose, to fight or take flight?

When I finally broke free, you waited impatiently til I came crawling back.

It made perfect sense, after all, you made sure you were all I had.

When I stayed away too long, you publicly unleashed your rage,

And within weeks I saw myself easily replaced by some other poor girl who was just my age.

As soon as I could I ran far away

Never felt far enough, across only four states.

No thanks to you, I survived, I even learned to live.

And I’ve long moved on from your abuse, but I can’t forgive.

I hope I never absolve you of guilt.

I hope I never hear you gloat.

I hope I never see you again.

And I hope you get punched in the throat.

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Now that Nightbringer is out, and we’re a few chapters in… I keep wanting to put some thoughts in writing, and then a new chapter will drop and I end up getting one question answered, while gaining several others… I’ll try to keep speculating to a low and just discuss how I personally felt while playing.

Spoiler warning now, as I’m going to be discussing events that take place through the latest release.

I’ll be honest, I wasn’t thrilled with the change of the battles to a rhythm game, as I’ve always been bad at them. But I’ve adapted pretty well, although I’m a perfectionist, and will waste time and precious AP trying to get the best score possible XD

Now onto the story…

It seems odd to feel genuine heartache, frustration, etc. but that has definitely been the case.

Tossed backward in time to brothers who didn’t know us, and in fairness, don’t know themselves at this point in time. It’s been so strange to see them like this. Barely out of Heaven, minds between angel & demon. Both familiar and unfamiliar. To become strangers to those I’ve grown to know so much about. How unfair. Solomon arrives with one or two pieces of information, but what made me so curious is why couldn’t we go to Barbatos? Why is Barbatos so hostile to Solomon? He says he doesn’t remember, which I don’t wholly believe. He’s hiding stuff, which I really dislike, no matter how much I adore him.

As for the brothers, my heart breaks. Satan in his uncontrolled anger phases, Mammon wanting so hard to be a responsible ‘big brother’. Levi struggling with his self worth even more than before. He’s using different words most of the time, but we know his meanings better than just bashing himself for being a ‘stinky otaku’… the lack of Normie, but still our lovable otaku. Lucifer shaken, rebuilding himself in private while putting on the front of a cold hard ass to his brothers. Providing them the structure and stability they require to move forward. It’s the hardest role in the family, and he stepped into it naturally. As it was his role before their fall. I love that despite everything, he never hesitated. He never regretted his decision. He knew it was the right choice even if it caused pain. He does show moments of brief regret about the brothers fall, especially when Levi & Asmo on separate occasions had their moments of lamenting their situation, or missing the Celestial Realm. Even though each of them personally bears no regret for having followed Lucifer, all of the brothers, Lucifer included, are going through grief and loss. And we have a front row seat.

I was surprised at how long it took for us to even hear the name Lillith. The very end of chapter 10, Belphie is the first to bring up her name. We already know the story, of course, as well as Lucifer’s secret. In the original timeline, we knew about Lillith before Belphie, and in the fallout of chapter 16 we learned about Lucifer’s deal with Diavolo. At the end of Nightbringer chapter 10, it’s revealed that we are human, and the beginning of Chapter 11, where we get the near repeat of Belphie’s anger and grief inflicted upon our poor lil body. Solomon saved us and took us to 13’s cave.

If the lead up to this point was lamenting the loss of of ‘our’ brothers. This chapter was about the pain of us ‘betraying’ them. I cried, a few times… they were so hurt and the whole time I was wanting to tell them everything.

At the Fountain of Wisdom, Solomon pushed for us to choose humanity over everything else. Honestly, it pissed me off. It felt manipulative, like he was actually saying ‘choose me over the brothers’. I might be the only one who took it that way though. XD

The grimoire was the simplest choice for me. It wasn’t even a thought. It was going into Lucifer’s hands. All other things aside, I don’t think it’s right to control people, especially those we care about. (But that’s a personal history I won’t get into ;3) Declaring a promise to ‘protect’ them is pretty spot on for me too, which led to the events of chapter 12.

Unconscious me getting sweet visits from all 7 brothers was touching. Especially seeing that Belphie, having calmed down from his initial outburst, realized that it didn’t matter that we were human, that blaming all of humanity for the fact that Lillith ‘died’ wasn’t right. The benefit of being able to engage with him before he had thousands of years to let that stew inside him, his anger, frustration, grief, and guilt, hadn’t solidified into the cold murderous intent of the original story. His outburst this time was loud, angry, and hot. He hadn’t planned it. Therefore, it wasn’t as hard to dissuade him. A solid threat from Solomon resolved the better part of it, as well as the quick exit. It allowed thought, reflection, and time to calm down and see things properly.

On one hand, it’s good to see him face his grief differently, but on the other it’s hard to see the brothers collectively face it. Aside from Satan, who doesn’t have the personal connection to Lillith, it seemed that the brothers were coping with their grief by distraction. Her name seemed taboo to bring up. It could be said it was that way in the original story, but to a lesser extent. Some of it’s reveal was incidental to your getting to know the brothers, getting to know your environment… but this time, it was an intentional omission. They simply weren’t ready to talk about it. (Although, in Lucifer’s case in both stories, he simply feels it isn’t any of your business)

Nightbringer is a strange character. He calls himself a demon. Yet he could use the Ring of Light. That he even had possession of it is odd. Although it isn’t like we know how Lucifer came into possession of it right? (If I’m wrong on that, please let me know) He’s obviously playing some kind of game involving a much bigger picture than we can see, and are currently oblivious of. I’m starting to wonder if the voice that spoke to us when we were unconscious following our obtaining the Ring of Light from Solomon was actually Nightbringer. I’d originally thought that perhaps it was Michael, but given where things currently are, Nightbringer seems to be the safer bet. When he spoke to us in the latest chapter he tells us it’s our happiness he seeks. He also mentions something about scales being out of balance, as well as bringing night. But to where? Devildom is perpetually dark. The human realm? Likely no. The celestial realm then? What scale of balance is he referring to? Our personal balance? The balance of power within the three realms? If he’s seeking our happiness, it wouldn’t seem he would then seek to upset our personal balance of things. I had a thought on this, which perhaps if it related to the three realms, it could be he wishes to cause a more direct balance within the human realm, as while it already is a balance between light and dark, it is decidedly leaning toward the celestial realm. Is he seeking another war between the angels and demons? One that would lead the celestial realm out of it’s perpetual light? Or is this a more subtle thing. Does he simply wish to somehow magnify the mixing of the three realms? Like a super magnification of Diavolo’s plan of peace? Could it even be an attempt at rebalancing the harmony of the brother’s lives? To return the happiness and joy that was lost to them when Lillith died? The line talking about what MC in regards to the brothers gave me that thought. Are we there perhaps to prevent some past event from happening? (Like a ‘Back to the Future’ type of thing?) Whatever it is, MC and the brothers, are absolutely key.

This would beckon the question of ‘why?’ Who does this plan of happiness benefit? I mean, aside from ourselves. But what does it cost? That is what is to be revealed I suppose. Solomon obviously knows things and isn’t talking. For the first time, I truly find him suspicious, as opposed to mischievous. It’s fun, I suppose, to get to enjoy the domestic aspect of living with him currently… and seriously, I love this awkward aloof man. I’ll do a write up on that soon enough… but it’s safe to say from my personal perspective, that I’m very suspicious of his actions.

How intrigued are you guys about Barbatos? Why can we not go to him with the story of what is happening? If nothing else to explain where we are from and seek assistance in returning to our proper timeline? The red flags for why could be in the persistent insinuations that Barbatos may well indeed be Nightbringer. From the opening, which is clearly narrated by and talking about Barbatos, and the card which shows his scary wide smile over a set of scales while he plays with the puppet of a king… it’s hard to ask, but is Barbatos responsible for Diavolo’s father falling into his sleep? Is he now, or was he then, controlling the royal family, including Diavolo? Or could he also be connected to Nightbringer in a similar way to Solomon? I personally can’t see him controlling Diavolo in either instance… perhaps this story given in the intro is something which Barbatos did in the human realm at the behest of Nightbringer? …again, we’ll have to wait and see.

I wonder if the brothers can feel us in their past… like are they sitting there and suddenly remember they had an attendant named ‘MC’? Do they realize that it’s you? Do these new memories you’ve made pop up in their minds 3,500 years in the future? Is it distressing or comforting? I want to hug them all. Both past and present… -sigh- chances are that feeling isn’t going anywhere.

My sole ‘complaint’ if that’s what it can be called, is the appearance of Simeon and Luke. They aren’t exchange students yet, as RAD still doesn’t exist… but ‘poof’ here they are… way too early, and under no well defined explanation. (Or at least to me…) it seems a bit contrived. Like the devs had to keep them involved because they’re dateables, even if the story doesn’t support their appearance… I say that as if my angel husbando and my child are unwelcome… that isn’t the case, I just wish the events surrounding their sudden appearance made more sense. Maybe I just missed something in the story?

What does everyone think of the story and game this far? I, for one, keep flying through each chapter as soon as it is released, and wait anxiously for the next chapter. It’s quite compelling thus far… and I’m excited to see where it goes.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me!#obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me x reader #obey me spoilers #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me dia #obey me barbatos #solomon obey me #simeon obey me #obey me luke #om! nightbringer

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