#and let me tell you. my will is fading with every new book announcement.

[essektheylyss]

Oh, and now there's a DRAGONLANCE book coming out??? But STILL NO PLANESCAPE??? @ WOTC DROP MULTIVERSE FROM YOUR MARKETING SCHEME RN OR GIVE ME A PLANAR MANUAL

#to be very clear this is a joke hence why it is not rebloggable #also I am being cajoled and heckled into just taking matters into my own hands 😔 #and let me tell you. my will is fading with every new book announcement. #to be clear I don't know when the dragonlance book was announced I just happened to see it when I was checking out the one d&d playtesting #I just! would like some 5e sigil lore! and also if the spelljammer people got to yell for decades about spelljammer I do too #but this is also about my rage over corporate marketing schemes. I'm not against them but also make them make sense. #I KNOW the point is ~more settings~ but also planescape is like. the fabric between the settings. pls. #and also some of the great wheel cosmology from older editions sucks lorewise. so like. pls someone update it. I'm begging. #like that's really the struggle is that great wheel cosmology is veeeery alignment contingent and I would like to revisit that #and like I know different settings have different cosmologies but like. #there is an eberron npc IN rising from the last war who is labeled as 'jumped planes to sigil' like HELLO??? #vi my fucking beloved #icon shit ngl. #but yeah like some of the lore is THERE ALREADY so my issue is that my only resource for that is older editions with shitty lore #and so is everyone else's #like it really comes down to the fact that they're updating the lore to be more accessible and inclusive and Not Shit but like #if connecting lore is still being referenced that hasn't been updated in twenty years... you're still directing people to that #so you kind of negated the point here

[soulofapatrick]

Secret's Out - Henry Fox x Male Reader

Summary: Henry comes to visit you at the Lake House to take a break from studying

Words: 1.8k 

Warnings: None really, heavy making out

Notes: I have one more Henry story in the works then an Alex one

Y/N’s POV

The summer sun bathes everything in a warm, golden glow as I sit by the window of the lake house, my heart beating a little faster with each passing moment. This place has become my refuge for the past few months, a quiet haven where I’ve immersed myself in my studies, allowing me to escape the world and focus. 

My heart and mind have been a whirlwind of emotions ever since I realised just how strong my feelings for Prince Henry were and how Henry wasn’t ready to tell the world. He wasn’t ready to share our relationship with the world, and even though it ached inside, I had agreed to wait patiently. Love is not about rushing someone; it’s about giving them the time they need to find their own comfort. 

A soft knock on the door rouses me from my thought, and I find Alex, my older brother standing there with a knowing smile. He’s been my confidant throughout this journey,, the one who’s listened to my heartache and dreams. 

“Hey Mouse,” Alex Alex's mischievous grin is enough to make my insides twist with a combination of nervousness and excitement. The nickname has stuck with me since childhood, a playful jab at my somewhat introverted nature. But today, hearing it from Alex feels different, almost like he knows something that I don't. "Ready for some company?”

“Company?” I respond, my attempt at casualness belying the fluttering nerves that seem to have taken residence in my stomach. My heart beats a little faster, and I wonder what Alex is up to this time. 

As I watch him step into the room, his vibrant energy filling the space, I can't help but wonder what my wild-child of a brother has in store for me today. Alex has been persistent in his efforts to drag me away from my books and studies, insisting that I need a break. Little does he know, this very house is where I feel closest to Henry, where I yearn for him the most, as it became our secret sanctuary a few months ago.

“I have a surprise for you.” Alex announces, his grin growing even wider. I raise an eyebrow at him, my curiosity fully engaged now. 

“A surprise?” I I echo, the corners of my lips tugging into a reluctant smile.

“Close your eyes.” He instructs, and although a part of me screams to hold onto my reservations, I comply. I shut my eyes tightly, letting my other senses take over. The rustling of fabric and the faint sound of footsteps gradually diminish as Alex seemingly exits the room. 

My world becomes a canvas of darkness, and my ears become hyper-aware of every little sound around me. There’s a quiet hush in the room, the kind of silence that’s laden with anticipation. I can almost sense the air shifting as Alex’s energetic presence departs. The room growing still, almost expectant, until a new set of footsteps grace the floorboards. These are softer, more measured, yet they send my heart into a frenzy. They’re familiar, like a melody that’s been etched into my memory. They’re the kind of footsteps that I’ve been longing to hear for four months - Henry’s footsteps. 

My heart skips a beat, and a rush of emotions floods through me. The surprise Alex had promised is becoming clearer, and my pulse quickens with every delicate football that draws nearer. It’s as if the distance between us is shrinking, and in this cocoon of darkness, I can feel him coming closer to me.  The soft steps seem to echo in the silence, a rhythm that syncs with the thrumming of my heart. They’re cautious yet purposeful, as if he's taking his time, just like he always does. I hold my breath, my body tensing with anticipation. The darkness behind my closed eyes feels heavy, but his presence in the room is almost tangible

And then, it happens. 

His presence envelopes me like a warm embrace, and the world outside of this room fades into obscurity. I sense his closeness, his warmth, and then I feel his breath, sweet and familiar, brushing lightly against my lips. Time itself seeming to hold its breath as our lips meet, and it’s as if every moment of separation melts away. His kiss is gentle but filled with a longing that matches my own, a testament to the months we’ve spent apart. 

His hands find their place on my face, cupping my cheeks tenderly, guiding me to my feet as if I were a delicate treasure he’s been yearning to hold. It’s a sensation that’s both electrifying and soothing, like coming home after a long and arduous journey. My lips parting slightly beneath his, welcoming him with an intensity that mirrors the love we share. It’s a kiss that speaks volumes, whispering promises of the moments we’ve missed and those yet to come. There’s a sense of completeness, of being in the arms of the one person who truly understands me. 

As our lips linger in that tender, perfect moment, I feel like I’m floating in a sea of emotions. It’s a kiss that defies the bounds of time and space, a kiss that shakes off all the stress and anxiety from studying. 

But then, with a gentle and lingering touch, Henry breaks the kiss. His lips part from mine, but his thumb continues to stroke my cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. He looks at me with bright blue eyes, glistening with affection and longing, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

“Hey,” he greets me quietly, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile, scared moment we’ve created. 

“Hey,” I respond, my voice barely above a whisper matching the intimacy of the moment. There’s no need for grand declarations or elaborate words. He’s here, standing in front of me, and that’s all I need right now. 

Without a second thought, I stumble forward, closing the gap between us and wrapping my arms around him. I rest my head on his shoulder, finding solace in the familiar scent of his cologne, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the sensation of being enveloped in his warmth. Henry’s fingers gently card through my hair, a soothing gesture that sends ripples of comfort down my spine. It’s as if he’s trying to convey all the words he can’t express in this moment through the gentle caress of his touch. 

In a hushed murmur, he whispers soothing words, his voice a melody that dances through my ears, “I’ve missed you so much sweetheart.” He murmurs, lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, “I love you, more than words can say. I’m so proud of you.” His words hold an intimacy that goes beyond mere declaration of love, a connection that has thrived despite the challenges and secrets that have defined our relationship. 

Before I can respond, henry’s lips find mine once more. And the world narrows down to the sweet sensation of our mouths meeting. His lips move against mine with a gentle urgency, as if trying to convey all the emotions he’s held inside during the distance between us. His hands are on my hips, guiding me backwards until my back hits the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to the heat and intensity of the kiss. It’s a welcomed juxtaposition, grounding me in the reality of this moment, where the cool surface supports me as henry’s body presses firmly against mine. 

His lean, muscular form moulds against my own, and every point of contact sends electric shocks through me. I can feel the powerful rhythm of his heart, the warmth of his skin, and the strength of his embrace. It’s as if our bodies are trying to memories every curve and contour, as if they’re saying ‘this is how you fit with me, this is how we belong together.’

Henry’s hands roam my body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. They glide over my waist, up my back and down to my hips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. A strangled sound is swallowed when he rocks my hips forwards, erections rubbing in a delicious friction as he murmurs against my skin, “Fuck me Darling, I’ve missed you.” 

His lips leave mine in a slow, tantalising descent, trailing down my neck, one of his hands finding it’s way to my unruly locks and tugging almost painful to expose my neck. The sensation is almost painful, but the intensity of the desire that courses through me is undeniable. I arch my neck even further, silently inviting him to leave his mark, to claim me in this secret moment. 

His lips make contact, and the world seems to spin as a combination of pleasure and yearning courses through me. Henry’s lips are both soft and demanding, creating a sensation that’s nearly maddening. The pressure of his kiss sends a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the heat building between us, a wildfire of longing. His lips lingering for a moment, leaving a mark, a hickey, a visible testament of our stolen passion. 

And then, with a hunger that matches my own, he draws me back into a heated kiss, our mouths colliding almost bruisingly. His tongue brushes against my lips, seeking entrance, and I part them willingly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Our tongues engage in a fierce, passionate battle for dominance, each of us seeking to convey the depth of our desire. It’s a dance of raw, unbridled need, a silent proclamation that nothing and no one can come between us.  

Except my Dad. Who is standing in the doorway, grin like a Cheshire Cat, one hand raised to knock. Henry breaks away from me in surprise despite Dad’s presence calm and unbothered, while I try to flatten down my wild hair. I must look like more of a mess than Henry who’s plump lips are kiss-swollen, hair wild, cheeks flushed and eyes dark with love and lust. If Dad wasn’t watching us I think I would jump Henry right here and now. 

“Well,” Dad clears his throat, shaking his head fondly, “Alex and Bea have already made it halfway through the food, I’d hurry up if I were you.” He chuckles, eyes twinkling with amusement, “You can continue this romantic reunion later.” 

“You’re not mad?” I find myself asking, heart almost pounding out of my chest. 

“Of course not Mouse,” Dad’s grin softens into a loving smile, “He’s a good one, don’t lose him.” 

And with that, Dad turns and leave the room, leaving me and Henry to stare at each other, processing what dad’s said. 

“I fucking love you.” I grin at Henry, watching the way his shoulders slump with relief.

“I love fucking you.”

“Henry!”

He runs off giggling and I can't help but follow, shaking my head with a fond smile.

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PeoriaCon 2023: Saturday

This year was the fifth PeoriaCon, a small pop culture con at the Expo Gardens. It’s a con that really feels first like a marketplace, and second like a full-con experience. I really feel like part of that vibe is because of their location. The Expo Gardens admin/youth building has a snack bar and bathrooms and the exhibit space, so you’d think it would be perfect – and it is, if all you want is a marketplace. But if you’re trying to add in panels or game tournaments or anything else, well, then it’s just a wee bit cramped and noisy. Which I guess you can sort of tell from looking at the con map.

Still, the con is growing each year and is definitely popular. This year was the second year of the con being a two-day weekend. If you wanted to attend both days, you did have to pay each day -since they’re still relying on hand stamps as proof of admission for regular attendees, there’s no way to get a weekend pass yet.

In an effort to get people in right at the start, PeoriaCon offers limited edition posters each year. Sadly, we didn’t get one this year – there was already a decent line by the time @lechevaliermalfet and I arrived on Saturday morning.

We paid for admittance and did a quick loop of the dealers, just to get a feel for what we might be purchasing. A strength of PeoriaCon’s marketplace is the variety of vendors you’ll encounter.

There were two free-to-play arcade cabinets set up. Lines weren’t terribly long for either during the weekend, which was nice. We played a few rounds on the Ninja Turtles machine before stepping away to let others take a chance.

We then returned to the panel / cafeteria portion of the building. Here, we submitted entries to PeoriaCon’s sweepstakes – every hour, they announced two winners, who would receive something from one of the vendors on-site. We didn’t win any of these drawings either. Guess luck wasn’t with us this year.

I looked into the panel options for Saturday and the space of the panel area. There were topics that caught my eye, but as in years past, I ended up skipping the panels. The limited space and minimal barriers to the sounds coming from the exhibit space, the photographers set up in the cafeteria, and the bathrooms in the hallway next to the panel space just prove to be too distracting for me to easily relax and enjoy myself during the years I have attended panels.

There was also mock fighting going on, but we didn’t choose to do that, either.

With the sweepstakes entries taken care of, we returned to the marketplace to lighten our wallets a little. But I think we got a great haul, honestly – plenty of good artwork, some new books to read, new dice, and more.

We then had to re-up our hand stamps, as they were starting to fade, and then left for lunch. Nothing against the snack bar at the Expo Gardens – their prices are comparable to what you’d pay at other snack bars for events – but the line was long and the seating limited. So, we went to where we could take our time.

Seriously, how do they expect that stamp to last all day?

@el-draco-bizarro​ met us for lunch and then joined us when we returned to the con. This year, the guest of honor was Walter Jones, the original Black Power Ranger. He had arrived at the con while we were away at lunch and when we returned, we were surprised at the length of the line. After @lechevaliermalfet confirmed with con staff that Walter Jones would be back on Sunday, I opted to skip the line for Saturday. But I look in on the line from time to time. It took approximately 1.5-2 hours for attendees to get through the line on Saturday to get their autographs, photos, and videos.

I thought I had a photo of the line, since it was so impressive, but nope, I guess I don’t.

There was more shopping and people watching. And I played Pokemon Go all through the day, which probably doesn’t surprise anyone.

I ran into one of my cousins and got to hang out with her for a few minutes.

I also had a vendor recognize me from PeoriaCon’s first year, when I cosplayed my original build of the Glow Cloud. I told him I was working on a new build, due to how heavy the old one was. And because I’ve had some ideas on how to improve the smaller build that I made last year.

And then, at the end of the day, it was time for the cosplay contest.

PeoriaCon may be small, but they have a sizable cosplay contest. This could be in part due to their partnership with a photography studio – all contest participants are guaranteed to get their cosplay professionally photographed.

Seeing the cosplay that’s on display at PeoriaCon is impressive. But I do wish those watching the cosplay contest could see it better. The con doesn’t have any kind of stage or platform for participants to stand on to elevate them for audience viewing. Volume is also an issue – because of the acoustics of the room (the cosplay contest is held in the cafeteria area) and the limitations of the Expo Gardens audio equipment, it can be extremely difficult to understand the emcee.

I took photographs during the contest as best I could, but the angle was super, super shitty for most of them. So, I sadly don’t have many I think are worth sharing.

I did end up going on Sunday as well, so I’ll have that write-up soon. 

All PeoriaCon 2023 coverage:

Saturday (current post)

Sunday 

#peoriacon #peoriacon2023 #con review #con report #prose and cons

[nagamas]

Note to myself: Remember to log out

Fic by Anonymous for @slotumn       A/N: Hello my dear friend, I wish you a happy new year and hope that all your wishes come true and that you can achieve all your goals.

“Note to myself: Remember to log out”

By: Anonymous

-Like … Retweet … Block… Hahahaha… Really?...Like… Follow… -Claude, a photographer student, was enjoying Twitter, looking and reacting to different posts while traveling in the subway.   

-Are you serious @GoldenD3er?" some random person answered about a joke he would do to his worst enemy.    -"Of course @Ashen_Demon, that's one of many of ideas in my head. Nice nickname by the way"     

 --Next stop: Riegan Av. --- announced a voice in the megaphone   

-Oh, so soon? - he asked himself while keeping the phone. Once in the street, Claude stretches his legs, enjoying the view of a calm city in the evening, but the travel wasn't over, he opened again his phone and asked for an Uber, there were buses that could take him home, but there was something important to do and little time to do it.

Once in the car and in the privacy of the back seat, he pulled out again his phone, logged out of twitter and entered again, this time with another account: Username: @Fallen_Star. 

It was a special account where he follow profiles a bit more… spicy. For example, artist drawing fictional characters with less clothes than the original designs, people posting links to mature fanfiction of famous books and movies, and his favorites, people showing their photos in daring postures and outfits.

There was something alluring, seeing people without embarrassment or doubts, showing them to the world just how they like without worries, in poses and clothes that made his imagination run wild, it always aroused him without fail, sometimes even more than her girlfriend.

Some months ago, somehow he won a Christmas raffle of a famous woman , the prize a “Sexy Christmas pack”, including the most basic stuff but the most funny for him was normal black underpants with just a little image of a deer, as a reference to Santa’s sleigh, but it didn’t had any christmas decoration or figure on it. “It was the only thing I could get in time” was the answer thought a direct message while thanking her for the gift. “And tell me, could we see you using that?” she asked “If you want I could share it in my account, you know I’m a big star here babe, one retweet from me and you’ll be really famous ;)”

The idea resounded in his head for the next days, could he really became as famous as one of the many account he follows? He considered himself handsome, and constant exercise in the university gym made his body well formed, but could he endure to show his face and exposed body to the wotrld? … “Well maybe not the face…”

“Hello babes! @Opera_Mittelfrank announcing a new guy in the comunity. He’s a little shy and avoid showing his face, but I’m sure his body would be enough to Follow him, now give all your love to the one and only @Fallen_Star!”

It was amazing how the internet works, one day you are a no one, then a bit of luck occurs with a raffle, you publish a photo of yourself with a simple deer mask and an underpants with a little deer, and the next day you have more than 1k followers asking for more.

At first the photos were only aimed to his torso, but with every new entry and upload his shyness began to fade, leading to more spicy photos highlighting more private zones.

Using his photograph knowledge thanks to his classes and having a wide apartment made easier to create unique scenarios and fresh material, keeping him busy and especially fun.

Once in the apartment, he immediately changed for that day session, the classic deer’s underpants combined this time with birthday’s accessories. 

-Some photos later- 

“Al right, let’s see – he said out loud checking the material in his laptop – We’ll use these ones, the birthday hat seems nice right in my… and the color it also alright, a bit blurry but it will work. Now, let’s write the special message…”

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*bzzzt*

Her cellphone sounded, showing the new notification, the bus was almost empty and there was no one close to see her screen, so no need to wait. She was hoping for that special announcement since weekend, “please be good, please be good” she thought before reading.

“Hello my dear followers, @Fallen_star here giving you my last work, thanking you all for your support in my first year in this awesome platform. As a token of my love, I’ll follow my teacher example and give you a raffle. The price, a pair of photos wearing whatever you want. See the rules below. See you later and good luck, Date limit…”

“Oh come on, I never won anything in this raffles” she grunted… while giving a like and a retweet to participate. “Oh, I’m almost there” she realized while recognizing the scenery. Lysithea stood up ready to descend in the next stop.

---

“Wow, only 5 minutes and the participants are almost at 200” Claude was surprised seeing so much people interested in his body, it also make him proud and a bit excited… fortunately that could be solved. Once changed to his normal clothes, putting everything in place in the dark room and double checking to don’t leave anything compromising outside, he closed the room and went to the kitchen.

“Some cheese, the wine is already there, she will bring the bread and …

Toc, toc, toc.

A sound at the door interrupted his work, a smile appearing in his face.

“It’s open! – he shouted – I’ll see you in the living room, also pick the movie”

“Claude?!, I swear someday something bad will really happen if you are so careless!” his girlfriend answered back a bit annoyed, “how do you know it was me an not some thief?”

“Well you see- he walked to living room with the food in some porcelain dishes – you are so small that your footsteps make no sound, so when suddenly someone knock the door without me hearing steps in the hall, I know it’s… ouch!”

Lysithea didn’t hold back and tossed him a pillow from the couch, that landed cleanly in his face.

“You’ll make me spill the food – Claude warned her while keeping the balance.

“You know I hate your jokes about my… my…. you already know!” she shouted back, visible angry and giving him the back.

Claude sighed, he still didn’t know how she falled in love with her considering his explosive nature, he left the food on a near table and slowly approached her.

“Oh come on sweet pie, you know I’m joking. Besides, you didn’t comply last night when, thanks to your stature, we could try that new position you saw in…”

-She turned back once again but with great embarrassment, her face was so red and her body trembling without control: “Shut up, I knew I shouldn’t have tell you about that” 

“But it was really fun- he teased back – at least you seem to enjoy it more than…”

Another pillow flew but he avoided this time, making fun of her was a treasure but it was time to stop.

“Ok ok, I’ll shut up, besides I don’t want to ruin my turn tonigh, you remember today is…”

“Yeah yeah I know – she answered a bit more composed but still flustered – the clothes are already in my bag” she get embarrassed again, thinking what would be using later that night.

“Perfect – he said getting even closer, gently picking her chin to look her directly in those pink eyes- you know I love you right?”

“Yes, you dummy” she said while closing the gap among them to share the first kiss of the afternoon.

“Now stop being a bully and let’s watch the movie, my friend Cyrid recommend…”

-Are you still watching? – the text in the tv asked to no one since both of them left to the dorm room more than one hour ago.

--

-The next day-

“See you later honey, gotta go early today”

“Yeah, take care…” Claude answered still sleepy “don’t forget to…” he heard an specific sound.

“Sweet pie?”

“Yes?” she asked a bit nervous

“Are you trying to open the dark room”

“Maybe..”

Sigh “You know that…”

“Yes yes, important photos could be damaged if I open it harshly, come on!, at let me see the room at least once! I want to know how it looks” she argued back.

“Someday I promise, but not today, now go or you’ll miss the bus”

Some minutes later he heard the door closing, he left some minutes pass and stood up, heading to the dark room and getting everything ready to some quick shoots before going to school.

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*bzzzt*

Her cellphone sounded, announcing than @Fallen_star uploaded just now another photo.

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-2 weeks later-

“It sounded funny, but it was a real mess” Claude tought while taking the third shower in less that half hour, the winner of his raffle had a very specific request as her prize “I want your first photos, but being covered in oil” 

--

“Wow! Just wow!, you went all in my dear @Spellcaster_luna! To ask for such a sexy thing” he said to the winner by private message

“You said the winner could ask for anything, are you retracting now?”

“Never, I’m sure it’s going to be a mess but also seem pretty funny, I’ll sent it once they are done, if you want to share them to everyone is up to you…”

--

He missed one day to school just to have enough time to take the photos and clean it all without Lysithea noticing, “I hope you like them ;)” he said trough the app while sending the material.

“Now, I have till noon to myself, maybe some videogames or reading…”

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“Miss Gloucester, is everything ok?” The professor Hannenman asked to the young girl after hearing her yelping in her place.

“No, no, no – she said extremely embarrassed and flustered – I mean, yes, everything is… no, sorry professor but – he packed all her things and stood to get out the classroom – I must go, sorry for interrumpting you”

Everyone in the room get confused, she was well knowed for his good behavior and seriousness.

--Your Uber is almost there –

The phone showed, she was waiting outside the university trying to control herself, “Damn it damn it, he looks so hot! “ it was everything in her mind, seeing the photos that the Fallen Star sent her really affected her. She loved Claude above everything, and she felt a bit guilty asking for such things in twitter, but it was a price she never expected to get and technically it wasn´t cheating, she just like to see those profiles to get ideas and add more excitement to her relationship. 

-Your Uber just arrived-

A red car parked near, she get inside and said to the driver.

“Thanks, I’m sorry but I don´t want to talk during the trip, please try to get as fast as possible to the destiny” – the driver, named Alois, get sad because he alwys liked to tell jokes to the passengers, but he respected her desires.

All that excitement had to get out somehow, she had an special underwear hidden in the apartment, for an special day, and today was that day. But she needed to set the mood in the bedroom for that, “with Claude outside I have enough time” she thought while seeing the photos again. Her excitement increased once again.

--

She stormed in the apartment using for the first time her spare key, all her plans halted after seeing Claude standing in the hallway just wearing a towel, “Lysithea! – he shouted with surprise – what are you…” he got interrumpted after being tackled and shutted down with a passionate kiss.

It felt really different, something wild was inside her girlfriend and really wanted to get out.

“Shut up, I want to make something more special but it will do – she kissed him again – come to bedroom, let’s try something new – she grabbed his hand and guided him – also… do you know how to use oil during…

--

They laid exhausted hugging each other in the bed

Claude was really surprised, he didn’t’ know she could be so passionate and wild, also it was weird to get covered in oil twice in a day.

Lysithea on the other side felt fulfilled and happy, she grabbed her phone when his companion stood up and, without thinking, texted back to Fallen_star to thanks him for the gift.

“Thanks a lot <3 “ a simple yet sincere message.

At the same time Claude ‘s phone ringed.

“Weird – she thought – my love, you cell just ringed – she said out loud since Claude had left for the bathroom

“I’m sure it’s a friend from the school , text him back please”

“Ok – she answered while picking it – oh wait, it’s a twitter message, it’s from someone named Spell…

Claude almost shoot down the door of the bath , the sudden arrival of her and the subsequent events make him forgot to log out, in that moment he felt the true terror.

“Honey, please… I can explain it… you see…”

She stood there without know what to do, a lot of things need to be processed, but she only grabbed her phone and show it to him.

“What is… are those my… YOU ARE?!...”

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-The next weekend-

“Are you sure… what if they don´t like me?”

“Are you insane! You are gorgeous, the world must know you, only if you want of course”

In the ex dark room, now reconstructed as a mini photo studio, Lysithea stood there wearing a cat mask and black underwear that matched perfectly with the white piece Claude was wearing.

“Fine… I still don´t know how you convinced me” she hugged and kissed him in the cheek “but are you sure you don´t want to continue in your main account”

“No, I did it to get more excitement in my life… but having you is way more excitement than I could handle, and we can close this account whenever we want and just enjoy ourselves” he kissed her back and pet her head.

“Now, last chance, are you ready?”

She nodded and without warning she clicked in the computer.

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“Hello my dear followers, today is the day that this account will be closed, Don’t be sad since we’ll be migrating to @Verdant_wind (special prize to the one that guess why we choose that name) and I say “we” because also today I’m presenting you to someone very special to me and that would be companying me in this new era. Say hi to @Swe3tCat and give her all your support <3 “

In the tweet, also appeared a photo of a couple, the well knowed Fallen_star next to a beautiful girl, with a skin as white as the snow in some gorgeous black attire, but the most important thing, they seemed extremely happy and in love.

#Nagamas 2022 #anonymous #slotumn #fanfic #claude #lysithea #nagamas

[fahrni]

Saturday Morning Coffee

Good morning! 🌄

We had a super soaker of a Friday so it looks like I’m not doing yard work today. Maybe I should haul my dumpster bike out and work on it, work on Stream, or maybe sit on my butt and watch TV all day? Decisions, decisions. 🤔

Better let the coffee do its job. ☕️

Rush Blog

Rush’s Signals 40th anniversary box set officially releases today and is now available for purchase via this link, or via Amazon and other online retailers.

The Rush geek in me wants this, now.

I’ve mentioned it before, Signals was one Rush album I ran into the ground. It was my portable cassette player all the time. I’d list to it on the bus or walking around town. It’s a magical album for me.

Also, 40 years? I’m old. 😳

Swift.org Blog

I’m pleased to announce that a preview of the future of Foundation is now available on GitHub!

It’s nice to see Apple continuing to push deeper and deeper into Swift. I’m very interested to see if Swift will ever become a first class citizen on Windows. That might make getting Stream onto Windows quite a bit easier. Of course bringing the underlying bits to Windows is much easier than wrapping all of WinUI 3 in Swift.

The one downside is its dependency on the Swift 5.9 toolchain which is still in development.

The Mary Sue

After being shouted down by Republicans while trying to debate a harmful anti-trans bill, Zooey Zephyr has again come into the GOP’s crosshairs. But this time, they are not willing to listen to anything she has to say. And to ensure that, they have banned her from speaking on the legislative floor.

Oh, Montana GOP, why? Why do y’all have to be so cruel? Believe it or not our country is made up of a diverse set of people. No, all Americans don’t have to be white cis folks.

Try as you might to eliminate Zooey’s voice, you’ve just amplified it on the national stage.

GitHub Blog

In this blog, we’ve compiled some important tricks and commands that every developer should know from GitHub’s own engineers.

Knowing how to use a terminal — shell — is important for every developer. I love having beautiful UIs to help me do my work but sometimes it’s just a lot quicker to type. a post,l New Republic

Washington State Bans AR-15 Sales: “No Reason Other Than Mass Murder”

Welp, that headline says it all. Assault weapons were made for killing large numbers of people. It’s time we have a nationwide ban on them again. If you want to play with guns join the military. At least they’ll train you how to use them.

The Verge

Apple’s App Store can stay closed but developers can link to outside payments, says appeals court

Emphasis is mine. Even though Apple is being forced to allow outside payments you and I know they’ll still want their cut. Instead of they’re usual 15-30% cut they’ll take 27%. It’s what they did in the Netherlands for dating apps. Don’t expect anything less here in the States.

Semafor

Phoenix Mercury player Brittney Griner, who was wrongfully detained in Russia for possessing vape cartridges containing cannabis, said Thursday that she would no longer play basketball abroad unless it was for the U.S.

Here’s hoping Ms. Griner has a long happy life free of that kind of nightmare.

The Hollywood Reporter

Dune: Part Two is coming into focus, with filmmaker Denis Villeneuve and stars Timothée Chalamet and Zendaya showing off a new trailer for the Warner Bros. and Legendary sequel at CinemaCon Tuesday.

BRING ON PART TWO! Look, this thing better be epic given Mr. Villeneuve felt the need to split it in two. The first installment was a wonderful film but definitely left me wanting.

It’s been so long since I read the book details have faded and I’ve honestly forgotten how it ends. I can remember the ending of the 1984 version but I don’t remember if it held true to the book?

I enjoyed the ‘84 version and I hope the new one blows it out of the water. ⏳

Wired

By 2018, the city and Ford Motor Company were ready to tell another story. That year, Ford announced that it had acquired the station and the area surrounding it, a monument to the kind of transportation past that the automaker and its manufacturing brethren had all but killed.

Detroit was such a beautiful city at one time and it’s great to see Ford invest in its recovery given cars helped destroy it.

I wish I had a bunch of time to go explore the city and its burnt out neighborhoods and buildings.

CNN

CNN has parted ways with longtime host Don Lemon. The announcement Monday came without explanation and astonished the media industry.

This caught me off guard as I’m sure it did many others. I hope MSNBC picks him up. 😃

Also, another “news” organization fired their white supremacists “talent.” Good riddance.🫏

[inkandpen22]

Only Love, Only Hate (4/?)

Pairing: Riff x Latina!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: angst, FLUFF (you might cry idk but be warned)

Part Summary: After class, Y/N is met by Graziella who tells her troubling news.

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Sophía, Constantina, and I emerge from the college building with the rest of the classes getting let out. The bright sunlight requires my eyes to adjust. I hold my books to my chest and skip down the stairs. During class and now, all I can think about is Riff. I wish we had just five more minutes this morning or that I gave him one more kiss. Any time a memory of last night enters my thoughts chills form on my skin. At least I’ll see him soon. Noon at Docs. I’ll go straight there.

“Oye Y/N!” Sophía elbows me playfully. “What’s going on with you?”

“Me? Nothing, why?” I struggle not to blush.

“Your head is in the clouds.” Constantina teases.

I laugh, nudging her on the shoulder. “Don’t be silly!”

“Oi!” Sophía interjects. “Look over there!” She nudges her head toward the south end of the steps.

My eyes find her almost instantly and all of the air in my lungs disappears. The little blonde thing that Riff had under his arm last night. Her eyes lock with mine in a bitter glare. This can’t be good.

“She was with Riff last night right?” Constantina recalls, eyeing her up and down.

“Graziella. She’s a real perra!” Sophía whispers.

The three of us reach the sidewalk and walk right past her to head north.

“Hey!” Graziella calls out behind us.

“Just ignore her!” Constantina advises, locking arms with me.

The three of us hurry along to avoid trouble. My feet shuffle along the sidewalk as I try to keep up with my friends. What could she possibly want?

“Hey, I came here to talk to you!” Graziella shouts as she follows us.

“What does she want?!” Sophía worries.

“Y/N, what did you do?” Constantina somehow accuses.

I scoff. “Why do you think she’s here for me?”

“It’s about Riff!” Graziella announces.

My brisk pace comes to an immediate halt, causing Constantina to get yanked back. My arm falls from her’s as I whip around to address the gringa face to face.

“Y/N!” Constantia huffs. “Where are you going?!”

I approach Graziella like a bull set lose. She comes here yelling at us with that bitter look on her face and has the guts to mention Riff!

“Are you crazy?!” I hiss.

I check over my shoulder and my friends watch us intently.

I send them a convincing smile and wave them along. “You two go ahead! I’ll catch up!”

“You sure?” Constantina questions with a narrowed gaze.

I hum and wave them goodbye eagerly.

“Goodbye then,” Sophía remarks hesitantly.

She and Constantina start down the sidewalk, checking back on me every few steps.

Right when they turn the corner, I grab Graziella’s wrist and lead her to the alley just a few steps away. If any Sharks hear us, they’ll run straight to Bernardo.

Now in private, Graziella yanks her arm free from me. “Touch me again and it won’t be just the boys brawling.”

“You can’t just be yelling about Riff around here! Especially to me!” I warn. “This is Shark territory!”

She laughs mockingly. “As if I’m afraid of you lot.”

I huff. “Just tell me what’s going on with Riff. Is he okay?!”

“It seems I should be asking you.” She sasses, leaving me confused by her meaning. She rolls her eyes and avoids my gaze as her tough exterior fades. “He came to see me this morning and called us off.”

“And what could that possibly have to do with me?”

She snickers, not believing my charade. “Oh please, I saw the way he looked at you at the dance, okay? You run off and two seconds later he’s ‘going to go check something.’ I just can’t believe he dropped me for the likes of you!”

I wave my arms and search the area for eavesdroppers. “Must you be so loud?!”

When my attention returns to her, she wears an amazed grin. “So it’s true? Riff has fallen for Bernardo’s little companion. I bet your precious leader doesn’t even know, huh?”

I march toward her. “If you say anything and I swear-”

“And get Riff killed?” She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “I may be pissed at him, but I don’t want him dead. And with the rumble, I don’t want to give your Sharks any more reason to go after him.”

My brows scrunch together in even more confusion. “Rum-” As the words repeat in my head, I comprehend her meaning. I grab her hand pleadingly. “What rumble?”

Again, she yanks her hand free of me with disgust. “The love-sick puppy or Spic bodyguard didn’t tell you? Riff challenged Bernardo to a rumble last night at the dance for complete control of the territory.”

My heart sinks to the ground and my blood runs cold. No, this isn’t true... she’s lying...

She snickers. “Looks like you’re between a rock and a hard place. Thank Riff for that, always been a little chaos-seeking, trigger happy more like it.”

I stumble back and start toward the sidewalk in a stunned daze. A rumble? No, no Riff wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t fight Bernardo knowing he’s like family to me. He would never do that.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop it!” Graziella shouts. “Best just let them have it out!”

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The walk from the college to Doc’s felt imaginary. I walked absentmindedly, too occupied with my racing thoughts. My consciousness came in and out the entire way. As I enter the shop, the numb feeling doesn’t leave me. The light ding of the bell registers, along with the squeak of the stool as Riff rises his spot at the counter, fail to ignite a reaction from me. The shop is quiet, Valentina nowhere in sight.

I lift my gaze from the floor to meet Riff’s and all I can think is: ‘why?’

His smile fades as he processes my stunned state. He swallows hard. “I was going to tell you.”

Impulsively, after building up the emotions the entire walk here, my books go across the room toward the jukebox. “Liar!”

He rushes over to me. “Y/N-”

“You’re a liar!” I scream. “You told me you loved!”

“Sweetheart, please!” He reaches for me, gripping my arms pleadingly.

I stare into his eyes as mine start to wheel up. “Me has mentido! ¡Eres un mentiroso!” (You lied to me! You’re a liar!)

“Baby, listen-”

“No!” I shove him in the chest, causing him to stumble. He catches himself on the counter. “You can’t love me but want to hurt my family! No, you’re can’t just...”

My voice breaks. I can’t even bare to complete my words. The mere thought of them harming each other...

A shaky fist rises to my mouth and my eyes squeeze shut. Tears flow down my cheeks in rivers. “Call it off!” I beg.

He sighs. “You know I can’t do that.”

“I don’t know anything!” I scream at him. “I don’t understand any of this nonsense!”

“It isn’t nonsense! After the rumble, all of this fighting will be over!” He concludes.

“Only because one side will be too crushed to continue! No one wins this way!” I desperately try to reason with him.

“Don’t think that way!”

A stifled laugh escapes me. “You can’t just talk it out like normal people! We can prove to him, together, that us together isn’t the end of the world!”

“This is about more than just us... I need to look out for my Jets! These boys have always been there for me!”

I frown in disgust. “Of course, it’s about power. You’re both power-hungry children!”

He slams his hands against the counter., causing me to jump slightly. “If the Jets control the neighborhood, I will have control!” He snaps. Remorse almost instantly coasts his features. He crosses the short distance between us and takes my hands in his pleadingly. “You and I can be together!”

I yank my hands from him and pace toward the window. I wrap my arms around myself protectively. No good can come from this. Why can’t he see that?

“We won’t have to sneak around or hide!”  

“I don’t want freedom at the expense of you and Bernardo killing each other.” I voice over my shoulder.

“No one will die...” He attempts to assure me. “We’ll just get scrapped up a little...”

I shake my head as it hangs low. All I can see is bloodshed. It may not end in death, but harm will be done without resolution.

I hear Riff’s boots shuffle across the floor as he comes up behind me. He glides his arms around my waist cautiously. My hands find his and lay upon them. I tilt my head back to rest on his chest. As angry as I am with him, I can’t resist the comfort he gives me. It’s like I’m being pulled in opposite directions.

He lowers his lips to my ear. “I can’t stand you being mad at me.” He whispers.

I snicker. “Entonces no actúes tan estúpido.” (Then don’t act so stupid)

“Out of that, I understood stupid.” He jokes.

I laugh lightly which leads him to do the same, a complete contrast to our yelling minutes before. For a second, we stay still in the silence. His embrace eases my mind yet he’s the one who caused it to race. How is it that I feel so safe with him around me yet he attracts danger?

“When is it?” I ask.

He remains silent and it's deafening.

Slowly, I turn in his arms and bring my hands to cup his face.

“Tell me... please...” I beg quietly.

His eyes fall to the small space between us with a sigh. “Tonight.”

“So soon?!” I step out of his embrace and it feels as though the world is about to grumble beneath me.

His gaze locks with mine. Determination and hostility coat his eyes and I hardly recognize who’s looking back at me. Where is the boy who was with me last night? This morning? The one who smiled so brightly that I thought he carried the world.

“Graziella was right, you seek chaos!” I hiss between my teeth and start toward the door.

“No please!” Swiftly, Riff lunges forward and blocks my path. He towers over me and my heart begins to race, wondering what he’ll do. Suddenly, he falls to his knees. His arms cling to me and he presses his cheek into my stomach.

“Riff...Don’t...” I mutter, pushing on his shoulders weakly to get him off.

He holds me tighter. “No, please, don’t go...” His voice shakes. “Don’t leave me...”

My heart breaks for him. I desperately want to help him, save him, but he won’t listen to me. His mind is set on the idea that this rumble is the sole solution.

Slowly, I lower myself to kneel in front of him. I cup his cheek, urging him to look at me. His eyes are bloodshot and glossy. His hands glide to my waist.

“Look around you!” I try to reason with him. “Why can’t this be enough? We could have a future!”

He wraps his fingers around my wrists as I cup his face. “We can’t, not when things are like this! I’m doing this for us!”

“Just promise me...” I request softly.

He shifts closer, a glimmer of hope appears in his eyes. “Anything!”

I take his hands in both of mine and rest in my lap pleadingly. “Don't get lost in the chaos. Don’t give in to pressure and feel like you have to prove something! It’s okay to walk away! Because...” I swallow hard trying to not break. “Because I can’t lose you.”

He nods slowly. “I promise.”

I release a shaky breath, an ounce of my worry lifts from my chest. It’s not much, but it’s something.

Riff tucks his fingers under my chin, guiding me to meet his gaze. His eyes fall to my lips. Slowly, he leans in and brushes his lips against mine. My hand finds his cheek and I complete the kiss. Each time we’ve kissed it’s felt and meant something different. The first was desperate and filled with anticipation. This one is desperate too but because of the fear behind it. Both of us are desperate for this moment to last and for tonight to never come.

We rest our foreheads against each other, pondering the peace before the storm.

“We will have a future.” Riff whispers as he brings my hands to his lips. He squeezes his eyes shut and plants a prolonged kiss on my knuckles. “I promise you.”

I nod slowly.

He snickers. “We have many more dances to dance.”

I laugh. His smile eases my nerves though I still worry for him. Right now, I just want to be happy and in each other’s company. I wish we could go back to this morning when none of this existed.

“A house upstate in some small town with lots of lands,” I describe as I envision our future.

He grins. “And a valley of horses.”

“And plenty of dogs,” I add. “And children, of course.”

His features slowly fall along with his eyes to our hands in his lap. Oh no, I’ve freaked him out!

“Okay, we’ll just have two at most!” I compromise.

“What?” He laughs, lifting his gaze to my face.

I blush. “Well it just seemed like-”

“Oh!” He comprehends my meaning. “No, no it’s not that! No, no, it’s just...”

He pauses and the silence kills me. His features fall along with his eyes to our interlocked hands. “My parents weren’t the best.” He shrugs and I can see the tough facade surfacing. “I mean, they tried but... I don’t know. My dad drank too much and my mom was never around much. When she was my dad would beat on her. I just... I don’t want that for my kids, ya know? I rather not have them at all than risk putting them through that.”

I look at this boy in front of me and all I want to do is take him far away from me. When we met, I thought he was just some no-good troublemaker that picks fights with Bernardo. Now, I see he’s just as troubled as the rest of us, if not more. I have a family, a home, friends, stability. It kills me that someone with such loyalty and love for the people he cares about hasn’t always experienced them return.

“Mi amor, look at me.” I cup his face, lifting his head to meet my gaze.

For a moment, he’s reluctant, desperate to put on a brave face. When his crystal blues eyes that I adore so much finally meet mine, I see the pain and need in them. Since the day he was born, he hasn’t had a moment to relax and be content.

“You will never be your parents,” I tell him with certainty.

He shakes his head, reluctant to believe me.

“You’re already so different from them!” I take his hand and place it over his heart. “You feel that? Because I do! That’s what makes you different! You lead your life with your heart. I see it in everything you do!”

His eyes pour into mine and a single tear falls from them. Slowly, I see the walls he’s built around himself crumbling. I’m desperate for him to let me in and help him. I may not have been there to protect him in the past, but I will do everything in my power to salvage his future.

I hold his hand in both of mine as I practically beg him. “Please mi amor, learn from your past but don’t let them prevent you from embracing the future! You’re destined for so much more than this.”

He nods slowly, tears wheeling up in his eyes. He cups my cheek and leans in, pressing his lips to mine.

We rest our foreheads against each other as our eyes lock.

Riff shakes his head. “I love you... so much...”

I reach up and wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Siempre.” (Forever)

“Está bien,” a voice interrupts.

In a flash, Riff and I sit up and snap our attention toward the cellar door.

Valentina kicks it shut and crosses the shop to the counter with a box in hand. “¡Oficialmente lo he visto todo!” (I have officially seen it all!)

I rise to my feet and rush over to her. “¡Valentina, déjame explicarte!” (Valentina, let me explain!”)

She chuckles, stepping behind the counter. “Oh, please do!”

Riff comes up beside me and wraps his arm around my waist.

She looks between us and presses her palms to the counter. "¡¿Habéis perdido la cabeza?!" (Have you lost your minds?)

“Le amo!” (I love him)

The words burst out of me, capturing everyone, including myself by surprise.

Valentina’s eyes grow wide as the reality begins to set in.

“Le amo...” I repeat softly.

“Mija...” She sighs, placing her face in her hands.

“I love her too.” Riff states confidently.

I bring my arms around his torso and rest my cheek against his chest. His embrace tightens as he pulls me closer into his side. The action earns Valentina’s attention.

“Again, you two are crazy!” She shouts. “If Bernardo-”

“No one can know!” Riff and I blurt out in unison, causing the woman to jump slightly.

“At least not yet...” I clarify, much calmer.

She scoffs with a hint of amusement. “Oh right, and I’m just supposed to keep it a secret until then? What if he finds out? What then?”

Riff shrugs. “He’ll just have to accept it.”

“Oh good plan, macho boy.” The woman chuckles sarcastically. She gestures between us. “But nothing good can come from this!”

“Amabas un gringo.” (You loved a gringo)

I remember her telling me all about Doc, where they met, their first date, everything.

She pauses, nodding her head slowly. “Sí, I did...”

“Then you more than anyone must understand!” I reason.

The woman looks at me with a torn expression. I understand her concern, but she must understand we’re left no choice.

I step forward, pressing my palms to counter. “Yo lo amo y el me ama. No me importa nada más, especialmente lo que tiene que decir Bernardo. Siempre lo elegiré a él...Siempre” (I love him and he loves me. I don't care about anything else, especially what Bernardo has to say. I will always choose him... Forever)

She looks to Riff and gestures to me. “You love her?”

“Yes!” He states without missing a beat.

“And you know the consequences that might happen if things get messy?”

He steps beside me and places a gentle hand to my back. “I do.”

She shakes her head at him with a smirk. “I’ve known you your whole life. You have been coming into my store since eight years old. I never would’ve never guessed a puertorriqueña.”

I smile, wrapping my arms around his torso. He rubs his hand up and down my spine.

“It surprised me too.” He confesses and peers down at me with a soft grin.

“Okay fine, I won’t say anything,” Valentina complies after a minute of thought. “But you two must be careful!” She then points at Riff warningly. “Especially you!”

He scoffs. “Me?! Why me?!”

“Because you can be awfully stupid!”

I giggle. She’s not wrong.

He rolls his eyes. “Wow, thanks!”

Valentina shuffles out from behind the counter and I look up at Riff admiringly.

“I love you,” I whisper. The phrase become second nature to me. As easy as breathing.

He smiles, a soft, joyful, laugh falls from his lips. He leans down and kisses me gently. “Siempre.” He whispers against my lips.

“¡Oh Dios mío!” Valentina grumbles under her breath, causing us both to laugh.  

I love him. Every day. Forever....

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[gubler-me-up]

Successful Experiments

Request: I’m not the anon that asked about the requests but could your do one with Spencer where it’s the first time he’s eating you out (but not the first time you’ve had sex) and he makes you cum once then he’s basically like I need more of this and makes you do it again and again. So just a bunch of overstim pretty please

A/N: Thanks for sending in this request, anon! This request ends smut week part three or should I say smutmas? I missed an opportunity to say that when I announced smut week part three but you live and you learn amirite? ALSO ALSO I didn’t post this in the middle of the night so I’m making progress with that issue LOL Anyway, this one’s shorter but packed with good overstimulation so I hope you really enjoy it! 🎉

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Oral sex (female receiving), over stimulation, swearing

Word count: 1.5k

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You liked to spend your Saturday mornings laying in bed until it was nearly noon. You weren’t the type to sleep in late which annoyed you but your body would still be too exhausted to start the day early. You usually laid there on your phone or with a good book to get your mind functioning for the day.

When Spencer wasn’t at work your mornings were a bit sweeter. He would get up around the same time as you but his coffee addiction wouldn’t let him linger in bed for long. He would make himself a cup of coffee and make you a cup of your favourite tea. He would gently leave it on the nightstand while you were reading a book or on your phone.

That’s how your morning started. You were happy he was home because he had been busy for the past few weekends. He had set your tea on the nightstand by your side as usual before going over to his side. He set his cup down on the nightstand on his side before lifting the blanket to go back under it. You set your book down to look over at him with a smile as you watched him get comfortable.

“Thank you, baby,” you said.

He looked at you with a kind smile before leaning in to give you a peck on your lips. He caressed your cheek before tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

“I’d do anything to make you happy,” he said.

You giggled. “Oh really?”

He smirked as his hand caressed down your neck and then down to your chest. He gently kissed you again as you felt his hand continue its journey down your body. His hand reached your hip and then gently caressed your thigh. He leaned up from the kiss and you saw the desire wash over his face. He leaned in to kiss your neck.

“Really,” he whispered.

His kisses on your neck lingered down your body. Every move he made sent tingles up your nerves and soft moans left your mouth. He pushed the sheets off of the both of you as he reached your thighs. He positioned himself so his face was in-between your legs.

You spread your legs further apart to give him enough room. You could feel his breath hot and heavy on the fabric of your underwear. He hooked his finger around your underwear to move it to the side. You heard him let out a soft chuckled.

“You’re so wet already,” he said before he ran his tongue between your folds.

“Only for you,” you moaned.

You swore you could feel him smile as he continued to run his tongue up and down your folds. You tilted your head back as you soaked in every inch of pleasure he was giving you. He had never gone down on you before but he definitely knew what he was doing.

You hadn’t been a huge fan of receiving oral sex in the first place so every time he offered you would tell him it was okay. You didn’t know you were missing out on so much. You felt him run his tongue over your clit before he sucked on it. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head as he took his time catering to it.

You grabbed onto his hair to keep him as close to you as possible. Every stroke of his tongue sent you to new sensual heights you didn’t know you had. Especially when he took the extra time to play around with your clit with his tongue. The feeling was beyond words for you.

“Fuck,” you moaned as he sucked on your clit.

He moved from your clit and inserted his tongue into your hole. He stuck it in and out of you to tease you to filth. He then slid his tongue back up to your clit and rapidly flicked it with his tongue.

You tightened your grip on his hair. You could barely moan properly. Every breath that left your mouth was jagged and uneven. You felt something butterfly up your core. Then it hit you immediately. You tilted your head back and let out a loud moan as your legs shook from the orgasm rushing through you.

Spencer quickly stopped eating you out. You looked down at him with wide, wild eyes as he looked at you with wide, impressed eyes. A smile grew on his face as you were still trying to gain your composure.

“You orgasmed,” he said.

“Yeah,” you breathlessly said.

“And you didn’t want me to eat you out before because?” He joked.

You chuckled. “I…Because I didn’t know if I’d like it.”

“Well now you know,” he said.

He licked your in-between your folds again. You moaned as the last of your orgasm had faded from your body and you could feel a new one emerging soon. You tried to push his head back but he had wrapped his hands around your thighs to keep him in place. He looked up at you to see what was wrong.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked.

“Yes-I mean-no. I just-”

He flicked your clit with his tongue. “You just what?”

“I just…”

You trailed off as he continued to flick your clit. You loosened the grip you had on his hair and let his tongue have his way with you. You wanted to protest against him eating you out again so soon but his tongue had a way of convincing you even if he wasn’t talking.

He sucked on your clit again but harder this time. Your soft moans turned into animalistic groans. You felt your legs shaking from the stimulation but he kept them still. He stopped and went back to licking you in-between your folds. His eyes stared up at you as you look down at him with a look of dazed satisfaction.

“I need you to orgasm again,” he said.

“I don’t know if I-”

He went back to flicking your clit and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach form again. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably to the point where he didn’t even stop them from shaking.

“S-Spence…I don’t-I.”

He put his mouth over your clit to enclose it. He sucked on it and flicked it at a rapid pace again. Your headshot back and you let out a shriek as another orgasm took over your body. You could no longer keep your legs up and let them slide flat as the rest of your body went limp.

Spencer crawled up to you and gave you an overpowering kiss. You could taste your juices on his breath. His lips were extremely wet from you. He eased up and licked his lips as he watched you catch your breath. He smiled down at you before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

“One more time. I want you to scream my name this time,” he said.

You nodded. “Okay.”

“I know you’re overstimulated but I can’t get enough of pleasuring you,” he said.

You smiled. “Don’t stop then.”

He let out a soft chuckle before crawling back down your body to bury his face in you again. You laid limp until you felt him stick his tongue inside your hole again. You arched your legs up again. They were already shaking since they hadn’t gotten much of a break.

He licked you up and down over and over and over again until you had no choice but to arch your back. The overstimulation was getting to you quick and you loved it. You moaned uncontrollably and louder than the first two times. He had perfected his pattern and knew how to get you to scream his name as loud as you possibly could. He started to rapidly flick your clit again with his tongue and you immediately threw your head back.

“Spencer!” You screamed.

He continued to flick your clit with your tongue as you kept screaming out his name. The overstimulation you felt had brought tears to the rim of your eyes. Your legs shook immensely and you knew you were going to orgasm for the third time.

“Fuck, Spencer,” you screamed as your orgasm dawned on you.

You arched your back and let it ride out through your body. You let the tears drip down from your eyes as you desperately tried to catch your breath. Spencer crawled up your body until he reached your face. He wiped the tears from your cheek before giving you a quick kiss on your lips.

“You having an orgasm has to be the hottest thing ever,” he said.

You gave him a weak smile. “That was fucking fantastic.”

He chuckled at your breathless enthusiasm. He leaned in and gave you a long kiss to take the little breath you had right out of you. You dropped your body on the bad. You were all limp and tired out. Spencer took the cover and placed it over you.

“Time for a little nap?” He asked.

You chuckled. “Just a little one. When I wake up though I’m going to suck your dick so fucking good.”

He laughed. “I’m looking forward to it.”

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[skiitter]

A prompt, my dear. Hermione and Draco + “who hurt you?”

Draco Malfoy was a lot of things, the majority of which were less than desirable to any sensible person, but one thing he was not was late. His punctuality was a point of pride, in a sea of arrogance no doubt, but Hermione had come to appreciate it over the course of their working relationship. It was something she could rely on, something immovable in an otherwise dangerously murky situation. He may needle her ceaselessly and leave her to do the lions share of the paperwork, but he was always there when he was expected, an effortless air of smugness clinging to him like bad cologne.

This Sunday, however; this unremarkable, overcast Sunday in late September he was late. It was the day after her 24th birthday as well as their final meeting. The report had been ostensibly completed, the field work essentially finished, and the conclusion inevitably drawn. After the better part of a year dedicating 1/3rd of every weekend to spending most of the day with Malfoy, Hermione's Sundays were about to become her own once more; a prospect she was not all that excited about.

Everytime the chirp of the bell above the door announced a new arrival, she would glance over, expecting to see a shock of platinum hair above a signature sneer and everytime, she was disappointed.

"Another tea, miss?" The waitress asked, her expression a perfect blend of professionalism and pity.

"No, no thank you." Hermione spared another look out the window, searching for him among the crowd. "Actually, I think I'm done here. Could I get the check?"

Bundled up against the autumn chill, Hermione paid and left the Cafe' and it's memories behind. It wasn't quite noon yet, and the streets were slowly filling with the townspeople emerging to go about their days. She smiled at a few passersby but was otherwise lost in her own thoughts as she made her way to the Apparition point.

Maybe Malfoy had just decided their final meeting wasn't all that important. To be fair it was more of a formality than anything else. His decision to not show would have no negative consequence on anything other than her feelings. Feelings, of course, that she was deliberately not thinking about.

As she rounded the corner, absorbed in her denial, she didn't see him until it was too late. With an audible "oof" she ran straight into Malfoy, colliding chest to chest. She immediately bounced off but he caught her arm before she could hit the sidewalk.

"What--Malfoy?"

"Graceful as always, Granger." He let her go and she stared, wide eyed and confused, at the state of his face.

"Merlin! Your face it's--"

"Your manners leave so very much to be desired." He looked cross but it was hard to tell beneath the bruising. An ugly, mottled patch of purple marred the left side of his face, stark and violent against his pale skin. It was fresh, the edges red with the recent impact, and it appeared to have just narrowly missed his eye.

"Malfoy," she reached her hand out, ghosting her fingertips over the bruise. "What happened?"

He sneered at her and jerked away. "Keep your obligatory Gryffindor concern to yourself, Granger."

"It's not an obligation!"

"Says the war hero."

"Will you--ugh!" She huffed and dragged him back around the corner, off of the sidewalk and into an alley. "What happened?" She repeated.

"Nothing."

"Malfoy."

He looked around, deliberately avoiding making eye contact with her. "I made a wrong turn at Diagon Alley, is all."

"A wrong turn?" The incredulity in her voice was palpable. "To where? A boxing ring?"

"Just drop it, Granger."

"I will not just drop it. Look--look at your face!" She closed the space between them. "Malfoy, please. What happened?"

He sighed and the rigidity of his shoulders softened. "I forgot, okay? I went to Flourish and Blotts to get you your bloody birthday gift and when I left, I ran into some adoring fans."

"What--"

"Our former school chums don't take kindly to my presence in Diagon Alley and, after our last little spat, I'd forgotten the warning they'd left me with." Malfoy's jaw tensed and he squinted up into the clouded sunlight. "They took it upon themselves to remind me."

Hermione balled her hands into fists to keep them from shaking. "Who?"

"It doesn't matter, Granger."

"Who?" She took a steadying breath. "Who hurt you?"

"I don't know. I vaguely recognized them from Hogwarts. It's fine."

It wasn't fine. It was categorically not fine. Malfoy was hardly the first of their class that had been on the wrong side of the war to be attacked. Harry had spent a significant amount of time trying to dispel such violent grudges and, to the best of her knowledge, it had been handled. Clearly, she was mistaken.

"We need to report this to the Ministry. Harry needs--"

"Absolutely fucking not." Malfoy gave her an indignant look. "The last person that needs to hear about this is Saint Potter."

"Malfoy, Harry's job is dealing with--"

"No, Granger. I said no."

"So what? Those nasty little insects just get to get away with it? No. I refuse. We didn't go to bloody war--"

"I was on the wrong side of that war, remember? So, yeah, we did go to war for this exact scenario to exist." He could see the lack of effect his words were having written across her face. "Granger. Please. I don't want this to become another of your crusades."

She reeled as if she'd been slapped. "Crusades?! Malfoy, it's about the injustice of it! You don't deserve to be attacked in the streets for something you did nearly ten years ago!"

"The court of public opinion begs to differ."

"Oh they'll beg alright," she snapped. At her genuine anger, his features softened and Malfoy gave her an unreadable look before looking away.

"You're such a fucking Gryffindor." He said it with an air of affection, though, and it helped to ground her back in the now.

"Thank you." Once more she placed her hand upon his bruised cheek and, to her surprise, he leaned into the touch. Her breathe caught in her lungs and she swallowed. "We--we should take care of that."

"It's just a simple spell. I'll handle it."

"No," she insisted and stepped away from him. "I will. It's the least I can do."

"This is hardly your fault."

"You went to Diagon Alley for me, remember?" She looked him up and down. "Speaking of..."

"I've been attacked and you're worrying over your stupid gift?" His tone was lighter than it had been since she'd ran into him.

"Of course I am. It's not everyday the evil Draco Malfoy buys you a gift." Hermione nodded to the Apparition point behind them. "Let's go."

"What about the Cafe? You can't honestly expect me to deny our Waitress her weekly opportunity to oogle at me." He gestured to his outfit: an expensive and perfectly tailored muggle suit that Hermione had forced him to buy after he showed up to their first meeting in robes.

"I've already been. It'd been weird to go back now. Besides, I think the bruise will overshadow your fancy slacks."

"Women like a man with scars."

She snorted. "It's hardly a battle scar, you git." when he gave her a pleading look, she rolled her eyes and looked around, to make sure they were alone. Satisfied with the lack of muggles, Hermione drew her wand and tapped it gently to his cheek. The static heat of magic bloomed between them and the ugly purple faded away, leaving his pale cheek unblemished once more. "There."

In the process of her healing, Malfoy had stepped completely into her personal space and the look he was giving her was heavy, deliberate.

"This isn't over, Malfoy. I'll find out who did this, with or without your help. They don't get to just attack you and get away with it."

"I'm hardly a weakling, Granger. I fought back."

"Good. It'll make them easier to identify."

"You're not going to let this go." It was not a question.

"No. I'm not."

"Why?"

"Because." She gave him a defiant look and he tipped her chin up with his hand. "You're my--"

"What? I'm your what?"

"Friend?"

"Is that all?" He was dangerous, but in a completely different way to the bully he'd been in their youth.

"That depends."

"On?"

"On what you got me for my birthday." She grinned and he laughed, pressing his forehead to hers a moment before pulling away and offering her his arm. She looped hers around it and let him steer them back in the direction of the Cafe.

After a lunch of finger sandwiches and tea, Malfoy finally handed her a perfectly wrapped gift that she immediately tore into. It was the latest book in a series on beasts that Rolf Scamander had been releasing, and it wasn't supposed to be out for another week.

"How did you get this?"

Malfoy shrugged, as if it was the least important thing in the world. "Money is an exceptionally good incentive."

"I love it. Thank you." She beamed at him and he cleared his throat as if it would distract her from the flush creeping up his neck.

"It's no big deal, Granger."

"To you maybe. It is to me. You know how I feel about birthday gifts." They both thought back to the spectacle she'd made of his back in June.

"I did fight for my life while I was out getting it." He grinned but the smile faded at the sharp look she gave him. "I'm joking, of course. Just a little fisticuffs, nothing serious."

"I'm sorry, Malfoy. I really am. You didn't have to go all the way to Diagon Alley for this."

"Sure I did."

"Just submitting your half of the report would be gift enough."

"Lucky for you I've done both. Besides, I'm sick of using that bloody report as an excuse to be around you." Hermione blinked, unable to process the weight of what he'd said. At the shock on her face, he shrugged again. "Come on, Granger. You can't possibly think I care about work this much."

"I--you--what?"

He leaned forward and captured her chin in his hand. "My fierce, naive little lion. You're horribly dense." Malfoy gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and pulled away. "Let's go before the Waitress gets jealous."

"But. What."

"I've rendered the great Hermione Granger speechless. I am truly magnificent." His laugh brought her to her senses and she launched herself across the table to kiss him.

"Sod the waitress."

She did, in the end, figure out who hurt him and in true Hermione Granger fashion, made them rue the day they laid hands upon someone she loves.

#Dramione #Draco Malfoy #Hermione Granger #Skitterfics #Hmmmm I don't care for the way this ended but I am just rewriting it endlessly at this point

[seriouslysnape]

Picture Perfect

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Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Sexual implications (a lottttt of them)

A/N: I might do a part two to this...

Word Count: 1,635

“Like them? I love them.”

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You watched with anticipation as Draco popped another one of the Bertie Botts Flavour Beans into his mouth. His sculpted jaw moved up and down as he chewed. His eyes suddenly shut tightly and his face contorted into disgust. You leaned forward a tad, curious to see what mystery flavor he had picked. He swallowed hard and coughed at the foul taste.

“Soap.” He sputtered, reaching for the glass of water on his bedside table.

You bursted into laughter, laughing even harder at the way he brought a hand to his chest as the taste dissipated from his tongue. He grinned at you from over the rim of his glass, taking another sip.

“Your turn.” He said. 

This was a game of sorts that you and Draco liked to play whenever the two of you made a trip to Hogsmeade. Honeydukes Sweets Shop was your absolute favorite place to go and make pleasurable purchases. There were endless rows of candies and other tooth rotting snacks that were your ultimate guilty pleasure. 

You were always sure to snag a new box of Bertie Botts Flavour Beans. You and Draco would sit in his private, prefect room and take turns selecting a bean and seeing which flavor you were bestowed with. You were snug in one of his Quidditch jumpers, your legs wrapped around his waist while the two of you sat on his bed. 

Draco was always less fortunate than you during this game.

You took a bean into your hand, taking a breath when you put it in your mouth. Your tense shoulders relaxed when you started chewing. A delicious, fruity taste flooded your tastebuds, a cheeky grin appearing on your face. Draco threw his head back in exasperation at the sight of you getting yet another good flavor.

“Again?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Cherry.” You smiled, swallowing the small candy.

Draco’s blonde eyebrows raised, a devious look crossing over his face. His hands rested on your thighs that were secured around him, leaning forward.

“Mmm. Do you mind sharing?” He smirked.

You hummed affirmatively, capturing his lips in a hot kiss. His tongue danced with yours, tasting your familiarity and the traces of cherry candy. His hands went to the side of your neck to bring you closer, while you gripped at the collar of his sweater. His kisses muffled your girly giggles, a chuckle vibrating out from his own chest. 

You tapped his shoulder to pause your make out session, a mumble of realization sounding out from your throat. He whined when you stopped kissing him, but based on the bright look on your face, you had something in mind. 

“I have something for you.” You announced in a playful way.

His gray eyes darkened a touch, his fingertips drumming on the skin of your leg. 

“Is that so?” He questioned, making guesses already in his head.

You were giddy with joy as you scrambled from his array of blankets and his comforter. You reached into your backpack, pulling out a solid black book with a red bow on it. It was a rather large book, about the size of his Care of Magical Creatures textbook. Draco felt a quick surge of panic. He was the worst about remembering holidays and birthdays, and he instantly thought that maybe he had forgotten something special.

“Don’t get mad if I have, but...did I miss something?” He asked.

You let out a snicker as you rejoined him on the bed. Ever since he had forgotten your birthday a few months ago, now he was always afraid he was going to miss something else. 

“You haven’t. This is just something I’ve been working on.” You bubbled up gleefully.

You set the book on his lap, watching as his eyes raked over the cover. He felt a warmth in his chest at being given a gift just because you cared. He pushed the bow off of the sides of the book, opening the cover to see a little note you had written for him, signed at the end with your name and everything. The thick pages indicated to him that it was a picture album. 

He turned to the first page, an unmistakable smile of jubilation appeared on his face. The first two pages each had four Polaroid like pictures secured evenly. You were smiling happily in each of the first several photos, wearing different outfits and in different locations. Draco’s heart was beating with exuberance in his chest as he looked through the first couple of pages. 

“Oh, darling. These are great,” He praised; “They’re positively stunning. They-” 

His sentence was cut short when he got about halfway through the pages, his voice getting caught in his throat when the pictures immediately took on a new theme. His smile faded into a shocked, slight jaw drop. The second half of the book was filled with sultry, boudoir style photos. His fingertips trailed over one in particular where you were wearing your school robes, but the only thing you were wearing underneath was one of Draco’s Slytherin uniform ties settled between your breasts. 

In other photos, you were wearing different sets of lingerie. There was one lacy, black colored set that almost made him faint right then and there. 

He was knocked speechless, unable to string together a single sentence. You were beginning to feel a little self conscious, and even a bit embarrassed that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. You had honestly expected him to completely attack you with feverish kisses or fuck you right then and there. The fact that he was completely silent was unsettling.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, uncertainty in your tone as you spoke up to break the silence.

“I...do you like them?” You wondered, hoping to get a positive reaction.

Draco’s eyes never left the book. He turned to the next page, a rush of arousal flushing over him at one in particular where you were completely naked, stretched out on his bed and giving a look so seductive that it made Draco’s belly flutter. The sight of you naked on his bed...it was hot.

“Oh, baby. Darling, my love...” He breathed out, trying to complete at least one full thought; “Like them? I love them.” He almost growled.

You exhaled a breath of relief, feeling a sense of excitement as he continued to rake over them. He turned to a new set of pictures, a hot blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“You’re so stunning...so sexy.” He purred.

You laughed shyly, a bashful smile washing on your face. You rubbed his knee, your hand feeling like electricity on him. He couldn’t look away from the scandalous photos, each one becoming more dirty than the last. He was riled up and he was already looking forward to having this book at his disposal.

“Who took these?” He pondered, wondering which one of your lucky girl friends had the pleasure of seeing you actually model these outfits and strip down naked.

You just had to take advantage of this moment. You couldn’t help but mess with him just a little bit. You choked down the chuckle that would surely give you away.

“Potter.” You lied.

Draco’s head snapped up so fast and his eyes filled with an indescribable look of hot jealousy. He chest tightened, but relaxed when he realized you were kidding based off of your burst of laughter. He sighed harshly and rubbed his forehead as you laughed at his intense reaction. The thought of you asking Harry Potter to take these photos for you filled him with such a rage, but he even laughed it off when he knew you were joking.

“That’s not funny.” He said pointing a finger at you, and continuing to go through the photos.

Your giggles died off, and you answered him honestly.

“Pansy took them. That’s how I was able to sneak in here when you weren’t here.” You explained.

Draco nodded, his jaw still slightly ajar as he loomed over them. You patiently waited as he finished looking through them, his pupils dilating more and more by the minute. He closed the book once he was finished, his eyes finally flickering up to you. He had grown a very prevalent erection, and his eyes were filled with an intense amount of lust. You knew one thing for sure.

He was going to rock your world tonight.

Over the last year or so of dating you, he tried not to be so aggressive when it came to your sex life. He tried not to pounce on you every time he felt turned on. He knew that sex was supposed to be the ultimate romantic connection, and not always supposed to be rushed. After those pictures though, he wanted you BAD. You could tell he was antsy, waiting (and also praying) for you to give him the okay. 

You leaned in, your lips just barely brushing over his, before you brought your lips to his ear. You purposely let out a wanton moan in his ear, a tantalizing sound to your voice.

“Touch me, Draco. I know you want me.” 

In a millisecond, Draco was on you. He kissed you roughly and pushed you down onto his mattress. He kept your hands pinned above your head, leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck as he intentionally drew the most wonderful sounds out of you. 

“What are the chances of you wearing one of those hot little outfits under this jumper?” He said in a steamy voice.

You squirmed against his hands, but to no avail. You rolled your hips into his, trying to create some friction. You threw him a wink, your response sending him into full fuck mode.

“Why don’t you find out?”

#draco #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #harry potter draco #harry potter #seriouslysnape

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (4/?)

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Description: James Buchanan Barnes, the owner of the most expensive-looking club in town and your new apartment. He was a dick and you hated him. What could possibly go wrong when you, the new girl in town, start bartending at his club to pursue your dreams?

Word Count: 2.6k words

Warning: 18+ (discussion of assault, nervous breakdown, anxiety attack, just don’t read this whole series if you are a kid)

You woke up to a night of dreamless sleep like you always did, but then the events of the previous night hit you. You wished it was a dream, but one look in the mirror and a bruise running along your cheek was enough to confirm. Not only that, but you remembered asking your boss to stay over, but you didn't expect him to. The blanket on your living room’s couch and the bowl of fruits and a glass of juice situated out for you on the kitchen counter proved that he did stay.

And then the reality sunk in, you have a decision to make. You can either go to the cops or let that guy get away. The latter sounded not so great, but you knew going to the cops isn't going to be great either. You've seen enough detective shows to know that. You've had enough, and you just wanted to forget it. 

What did Mr. Barnes mean when he said you were going to talk about this? Are you supposed to visit him before work? Is he going to come to your place?

You decided to work on your book but ended up not being able to concentrate, so you started watching a show and fell asleep while watching it. Maybe some Chinese take-out could make you feel better. It didn't. Nothing made you feel better. You wished you had some friends in this new town because you didn't want to burden your work friends. 

After a horrible day of trying to cope, when you finally made your way to the club, you noticed the security was increased. Usually, security guards weren't present inside the club, but today it was different. Everyone was so vigilant and you felt a little safer. If you didn't know any better, you'd think Mr. Barnes did it for you, but again he would have done the same thing for any other employee. 

"Boss wants to see you," Pietro told you. You were about to head for Clint's office when the blond twin spoke again and pointed his finger towards the stairs." The boss."

Okay, well maybe playing naïve couldn't avoid this meeting, so you slowly walked upstairs. How bad could this go, it's not like he saw you in your most vulnerable state? Oh, wait, he did. 

You knocked on his office door, wanting to rip the band-aid and get over with it. 

"Hey," you said, faking a smile. "Thanks for getting me home last night and for breakfast today. I didn't even know I had fruits and juice at home because let's be honest, I'm a toast and coffee kinda gal."

Mr. Barnes didn't say anything, he just looked at you as if you were a confusing puzzle that he couldn't solve. He raised a hand towards the seat in front of him and you took it, nervously fiddling with your fingers under the table.

“You do that a lot, you know?” he asked, it wasn't a question, it was merely an observation.

“What?”

“Deflecting a serious issue by using a joke.” Mr. Barnes observed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“What are you? My therapist?”

He arched an eyebrow, indicating that you were literally doing the thing he pointed out. 

"Yeah, well, it's called having a healthy coping mechanism. You should try getting one, brooding is only gonna help you this far."

 "It's not healthy if you're not dealing with it," Mr. Barnes pointed out. 

You scoffed in incredulity and you felt very, very attacked. 

What is it? Attacking y/n day?, you thought. 

"Anyway, I think I want to press charges," You changed the subject to a more serious conversation to avoid him calling you out on your bullshit. 

"Okay, I understand.” 

“You do?” You asked, bewilderment clearly written all over your face. “I mean, letting an employee go to the cops is not gonna be great for your club's reputation and yours too. And, you know, considering the shady business, you do-” 

"What exactly do you think we do?" He asked.

And that's when it hit you, you didn't know what he did or mob bosses do in general. All your knowledge about it came from movies and Wattpad, both of them are not a great place to gain knowledge.

“What exactly do you do?” you pondered.

 He obviously wasn't expecting you to directly ask him, nobody has directly asked him or even made it known that they are aware of his work. It was kind of like a silent pact that everybody signed for, everybody except you, apparently. 

“Um, you know, I've been working for almost 2 weeks here now, and I haven't seen any drugs around here, so it's obviously not drugs. You don't look like the sex trafficking types-”

 "Jesus, woman!" He exclaimed, offended by your assumptions. 

"Then just tell me what you do."

You expected him to tell you something, but he just kept looking at you with a face void of emotions.

 "Fine, don't tell me," you mumbled, raising your hands dramatically in defeat. 

“So you don't mind me ruining your reputation by going to the cops?” 

“I told you I don't care. Your safety is my utmost priority,” your face might have given away the surprise you felt because he quickly backpedaled. ”I mean, the safety of my employees.”

“The safety of my employees is my utmost priority,” he told you, providing an extra emphasis on the word employees. “Anyway, one of my people would take you to the police station near-"

You cut him off immediately. 

"No, you can't tell anyone else. I don't want everyone hopping on the pity train. I'm already ashamed that you know about it," you pleaded but your voice was firm, telling him that this was not up for a discussion.

At this, his eyes and features softened. Bucky didn't want you to feel guilty or ashamed for somebody else's actions, but clearly, you did. 

"Okay, then I can take you. You just had to explain to the officer last night’s events, and they'll ask you to recognize Rumlow and then we can-"

Mr. Barnes’s voice faded into the background when it finally hit you.

"You know what, I changed my mind. It's too much. I don't want to press charges anymore. I didn't think this through," you backtracked. You did think this through, but now all the factors were adding up in your brain. You'd have to explain the details to a cop who is probably going to be another man and a stranger, and then they'd ask you to identify the guy. You didn't think you had it in you to face him. At least not now. 

He interpreted your thought process and promptly changed the topic. "Okay, we can work with whatever you want, and at least let Peter escort you home after work."

"What? No!” You quickly declined.

“It's for your own safety,” Bucky tried to reason. He wasn't letting you get off this easily.

 “I'm a strong, independent woman and I'm not scared of anything.” 

That was a lie. You were scared of many things like heights, dark, spiders, confrontation and the list goes on and on. 

You remembered all the lectures your mom gave you telling you that women should be scared because men are monsters, and you'd lose your honor if you are reckless and some other patriarchal crap that you didn't pay attention to. But you weren't scared, you were just always careful. You'd always put the keys between your knuckles when you went home alone. In your previous job, you used to laugh it off whenever your coworkers made a sexist joke. You'd ignore the subtle shoulder touch that your previous boss did. You told yourself that this is what it takes to make it. If you were to run away every time someone eyed you in a wrong way, then you'd spend your whole life running. 

Women usually shrug this behavior off as it is what is, but the truth is it shouldn't be like this.

“Please, I insist.” 

“I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Just because one bad incident happened doesn't mean I'll fucking break!” You stated, your voice louder than your regular voice to get across your point.

That was also a lie. You were walking on a thin line and you were ignoring your emotions. You were one outburst away from a breakdown, and you just couldn't bring yourself to feel anything. 

Mr. Barnes tried to call your name, but you were already bolting out of his office. 

You needed a drink. No, fuck that. You needed multiple drinks. It wasn't exactly wise to get drunk during work, but it couldn't get any shittier than this, right?, you thought.

Right?

 Wrong. It could get way shittier than this. Now it was almost midnight, you were kind of tipsy, and you could see two Mr. Stark, your regular customer, in front of you. 

Did he have a twin? Is he and his twin brother one of those identical twins that dress up the same? Because that's what it looked like.

 “Earth to y/n," Mr. Stark said, or was it his twin? It was getting hard to keep track anymore.

 And that's when you noticed. 

“Holy, Shit. You're triplets, Mr. Stark," you announced. 

"Okay, kid, close my tab.”

“Hey, y/n. Are you okay?” Peter asked, noticing the concerned look Mr. Stark gave him before leaving.

“Yes, I'm fine. Absolutely fine.”

***

Turns out you were not fine. You've been pretty much hammered for the past week, and you could barely get a sentence out without giggling or slurring. Your colleagues took notice of your state and whenever someone pointed it out, you'd just shrug it off as a bad day or a bad week. There was no concept of time in your drunk state.

You couldn't concentrate on your book, you could barely look at someone without squinting, and you've been eating takeout and leftovers for the past few days. 

James would have fired if someone working under him was this irresponsible, but he knew your reasons. He knew you clearly weren't coping with the trauma well. Your work ethics were shoved down the trash that even Clint asked why you weren't fired yet.

Bucky didn't want to talk to you, he thought that maybe giving you some space would do you good, but clearly it wasn't working. Usually, the mob boss didn't interfere in the affairs of his employees, it was Clint's job, but when you smashed a bottle on the head of a customer, he had to interject.

“I TOLD THIS FUCKER NO!” you yelled, Peter’s hand around your middle from behind. Another empty beer bottle was in your hand, ready to be smashed across the face of the drunk dude in front of you.

Pietro and Wanda were enjoying the show. Peter, being the peace lover he is, held you back when you smashed a bottle across a drunk customer's face. Even though Peter was younger than you, he was stronger, and he was not only holding you back but also himself. He didn't want to cause a scene and that is why he was mulling comforting words in your ear like, he's not worth it, you're gonna kill this guy.

Damn right I am, you thought.

It was ironic because everyone in that club had killed someone except you.

When Bucky walked into the room, the drunk guy turned towards him and pointed at you. ”You are hiring crazy bitches now? Just called her baby girl and she went psycho!!!”

Bucky didn't understand what was happening. He told the security guards to take that man outside his club and he walked towards you. He firmly yet gently took a hold of your left arm, signaling Peter to let go of you. Without a word, he started walking in the direction of his office, dragging you along with him.

Once near his office, he lightly yanked your hand and shoved you inside, making you stand in front of him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he inquired, having had enough of your incompetence.

You were seething with rage. "Wrong with me? I told him no, but he didn't listen."

Bucky stepped forward, his anger dissipating into sympathy. " I know, he mumbled, "and I'm so-"

 "No, you don't know!" you yelled, body trembling and tears welling up in your eyes. "I told him no multiple times, I even tried to push him off me, but he just kept coming back."

Bucky's eyes furrowed in confusion. He didn't understand your words, the drunk customer didn't touch you. And that's when he realized, you weren't talking about the drunk customer. He cognized that the drunk guy purely triggered something that you've been suppressing for days now. Bucky was aware that you needed to get it out of your system to cope healthily.

“I told him no, you know? But he just wouldn't listen,” you stated, trying to convince yourself that you didn't lead him on. ”And he was so…. so strong and… and then he hit me and everything just went blur, I couldn't see but... but I could still feel him with me.”

Not realizing that you were not in that place anymore, you wrapped your hand around yourself to seek some sort of protection and comfort, bottom lip quivering, the welled up traitorous tears were streaming down your face and all you could think about was that night. 

“I… I can't get his touch out,” you stammered. ” I shower, multiple times a day, but I still can't get his touch out.”

With that, you broke down completely and shattered on the floor, sobbing ferociously. Your knees ached because of the position you were situated in, but the emotional pain was enough to overshadow the physical one.

For once in his lifetime, Bucky did not know what to do. Cautiously, he made his way towards you and knelt down in front of you. He did not know what to say or do to make you feel better.

You launched your body towards him, snaking your arms around his shoulder to settle on his neck as if he was the only thing grounding you. You lurched onto him like he was your anchor, and maybe he was. It took a minute for Bucky to register your actions, and when he did, he wrapped his arms around your middle and closed the minuscule distance separating you.

He surprised himself with the way one of his hands automatically reached for your hair and whispered words of comfort in your ear. He caught you as you crumpled physically and emotionally. 

”You're going to be okay, doll,” he whispered and kissed your temple with sincerity. ”I will make sure of that.”

The second part was barely audible, it wasn't meant for you, it was a promise he made to himself.

Bucky held you tightly yet gently while you sobbed on his shoulder.

 He didn't know how long he held you, it felt like an eternity to him with the way he could feel the guilt and rage inside him. When you passed out in his arms, he gently placed you on one of the comfortable couches in his office and draped a blanket around you that he had for when he would work late at night.

An office chair might not be the most ideal place to spend the night in, but it didn't matter to Bucky. All that mattered was you.

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You asked, I deliver! Part II of Accidental baby acquisition💖 I lost one of the asks 😩 but anon who asked about baby Udo, I named the baby in your honour! Saddle up cowboys! I’m not good with sequels but here we are-

Babygate:

the scandal that implies that a certain boy band member cheated on his partner (another band member) and had a kid even when the mom was never pregnant.

- urban dictionary

—

Reiner thinks things are alright. Life is definitely picking up. Pieck still sends him excerpts of her dirty fanfiction to proofread, Bertholdt is still doing all he can to “retire at 30”, Annie might have eloped with said boyfriend. But he’s seeing Porco on the regular now, he’s really cute, he’s got a nice ass. Reiner can’t complain.

He’s also recently donated his Levi Ackerman standee. Only because it’s getting increasingly hard to reconcile the fact that he has a life sized cutout of his colleague’s boyfriend in his room.

What he can complain about is said colleague (and friend) dropping bombs on him. He’s one of the moderators of one of the bigger No Name servers. Sometimes he wonders if that’s a conflict of interest because, well, he knows the guy on a first name basis. But today he has other concerns. He sees his notifications blowing up and decides to go on the No Name server. And lo and behold. There’s a paparazzi shot of Levi and Hanji with a stroller taking a walk in a new channel called “MYSTERY FAMILY?”.

He cancels his plans with Porco. “Don’t text me for the next few hours, got a fire to fight.” He clicks send, and feels kinda bad, so he sends Porco really dank meme to appease him. (That doesn’t stop Porco from doing exactly what Reiner told him not to do and demanding an explanation every five minutes).

He forces himself to take a deep breath before texting Hanji-

“Hanji… I don’t mean to be rude but…

WHAT THE FUCK?”

—

So here begins babygate. A conspiracy theory that took the Internet by storm.

“Levi Ackerman had a secret marriage! He was keeping this from us from the start!”

“It’s a publicity stunt to keep No Name relevant during their hiatus!”

“It’s an elaborate scheme by the company to punish Levi for announcing the hiatus without their knowledge!”

“Levi’s mystery partner was sent by the lizard people to take control of his mind and produce half-lizard, half-human hybrid babies to take over the world! What a bitch!” (This is Hanji’s favourite).

And the internet’s favourite- this is all an elaborate scheme to cover up the scandalous love affair between Levi and Eren- the band’s guitarist.

“What the fuck?” Levi had said during dinner once, to which Reiner had to swallow his food and pretend he never read or actively looked up ereri content. Yes. Reiner knows the name of their ship.

Levi hadn’t been too worried before, but when pictures of them shopping for baby stuff leaked online, something snaps. Something snaps and Erwin tells him he needs more time to figure out the biggest PR crisis in No Name history.

It’s Levi. Levi is the PR crisis.

So in the meantime, no shock reveals, no more social media, (if possible) no more leaving the house with pregnant girlfriend in tow. “Don’t do ANYTHING.” Erwin had said, “especially not you!” Erwin had directed that at Eren, who suggested he makes an announcement. Erwin shudders. He remembers all the past scandals they got themselves into just because Eren, bless him, didn’t know when to shut up.

“I’m sorry…” Levi says to Hanji when they’re cuddled up on the couch watching a documentary on whale migration.

“Huh?” Hanji says, voice muffled through her incessant sniffling because “whales are delivered tail first, Levi! They wear their mothers like hats!”

He apologises for putting her through the mess that is him and his job. And Hanji smiles at him. He wonders if their kid will look like her. He’s hoping they would.

“Levi…” Hanji sighs, taking his face in her hands, “that night at the bar I thought to myself ‘this man has a face I would risk it all for’… I think this counts within the realms of ‘all’”

Levi scoffs, but a smile is threatening the corners of his lips. Erwin’s nagging over the phone fades a little and he sinks a little lower into the couch. He sighs one more time for good measure before saying-

“So… you wanna know which my favourite babygate theory is?”

—

“And you’re really not bothered by all this?” Reiner asks, in an emergency meeting that he had scheduled into her calendar. He hates that he’s packing things into her already busy schedule when she’s about to pop but, he figures it’s better now than when the baby’s actually out. He had booked a meeting room and everything, figuring if he projected some of the crazy shit they’re saying on the fan boards up on screen, Hanji would start taking this seriously. Because if Reiner knows anything, it’s that the fans will do anything to keep their ship afloat.

He scrolls past another post on the lizard people and Hanji gets him to pause.

“I mean… A little?” Hanji pinches her fingers together.

“Hanji…” Reiner sighs, “you and Levi discuss and rate babygate conspiracy theories you find online I don’t think you’re taking this seriously at all…”

Hanji looks at Reiner- an absolute state of panic. And she considers panicking for a moment. She’s read articles dissecting babygate and although they’re absolutely batshit, Hanji appreciates how well-researched they are. Which is a little scary. To be fair to Levi, he’s been trying to get her to worry. “I can’t keep you safe all the time, you have to be careful” like he’s going off to war somewhere. But it’s not in Hanji nature to worry about things like this. She’s a researcher at a lab who lived an ordinary life up until the point the universe hit her with a-

Sike! Levi Ackerman is your baby daddy! What are you gonna do about it?

And now she knows what headcanons and lemons are, and she really doesn’t know what to do with that knowledge. So Hanji decides, she’ll do nothing. She’ll go on indulgently long walks Levi in tow, she’ll talk his ear off about work. And like a good girlfriend, she’ll listen to his demos (and enjoy them) and tell him “are you sure anger rhymes with danger?”.

“I don’t really know how to worry about anything beyond our samples getting contaminated…” Hanji says, sheepish. Reiner sighs. He doesn’t want to be a wet blanket on Hanji’s life. He wants to be fun Reiner. Cool as a cucumber. Reiner who manages to make it through dinner at Hanji’s without having to excuse himself to hyperventilate in her bathroom because Levi is right there. And he’s so afraid that he might just be able to read his mind and find out he had looked up Levi Ackerman x y/n fanfiction once in his foolish youth (youth being approximately four months back)

Reiner shudders.

“Yeah okay… That’s um… That’s cool… Right?” He says.

Hanji shrugs.

—

So Levi Ackerman is your baby daddy. Now what?

You go into labour of course, with a matter of fact- “oh. Look Levi. The water broke.” All while refusing to leave the house until you demolish that amazing sandwich he made for you. You go into labour and you yell and grunt like a beast as you squeeze the life out of your baby daddy because he kinda deserves it. You both kinda deserve this pain. Take it as heavenly punishment for being horny and stupid if you will.

And in the middle of it Hanji thinks huh, this feels like a mix of a reality TV show from MTV and a badly written fanfiction. Except Hanji isn’t a teen mom and she’s too old for self-insert fiction that involves a lead singer of a popular band.

But Levi is here, and he doesn’t complain one bit even though he looks like he’s about to pass out. So as far as drunken one night stands go- this is pretty damn aspirational.

The baby enters the world with a huge cry.

“Kid’s got a huge set of lungs…” Levi says, but his own voice is quivering.

“Just like her dad…” Hanji smiles.

As he watches Hanji fall asleep with their baby on her chest, Levi thinks fuck it. Fuck keeping this under wraps. Fuck the fans and them enjoying how Eren gets on his nerves. Fuck Erwin and his “Levi. You’re giving me a headache. You are the cause of this headache.” Because the baby has Hanji’s nose and his eyes and he loves them more than anything in the world.

He snaps a picture of them and tags bigdaddyzoë-

“Welcome to the world, my love.”

—

Reiner can’t help the tears that well in his eyes after seeing the picture Hanji had sent him of the baby-

“He says hi to his favourite uncle!” Was the caption, and Reiner could only reply with a crying cat meme and an incoherent text that Hanji favourites.

He’s on the bus on the way to the hospital when his phone buzzes incessantly. It’s Porco.

“REINER WHAT THE FUCK.”

“LEVI ACKERMAN IS HANJI ZOË’S BABY DADDY?”

“HANJI ZOË MY PHD SUPERVISOR?”

“LEVI ACKERMAN OF NO NAME?”

“REINER WHAT THE FUCK?”

He sends a reply at the entrance of the hospital-

“Welcome to my world”

—

Reiner thinks things are alright. He’s one of the moderator of one of the bigger No Name servers, so he can block and remove people at his discretion. Some days he lets it get to his head. It makes him feel like a king. But today, he’s putting out fires.

Erwin decided their PR strategy was absolutely no strategy, because “they’re zooming in on the pixels Levi. Once they doubt the pixels, they won’t believe anything we’re saying”. With that. Babygate has officially taken on a life of its own. Eren still sends Levi babygate articles to annoy him, and to Hanji because she asked very nicely. Hanji thinks Erwin’s strategy makes sense, Levi thinks it’s just lazy. But Erwin framed a certificate that says “survived a PR crisis (sort of)” that Hanji had insisted be hung up on their wall, so that closes one chapter. Besides, Eren has been spotted going out on dates with a mystery girl. Which has the double effect of diverting attention away from Levi and exacerbating babygate because “see? Told you the company’s doing all they can to prove they’re not together!”

“Can’t you keep it in your pants?” Levi had thrown at Eren, to which he had responded cleverly with a-

“Could’ve said the same for you!”

Touché…

“See? That can’t be Levi! Look at how he’s smiling!”

“That can’t be a baby! Looks like an animatronic to me!”

“Do they even make animatronics that realistic?”

Reiner pins his “no slander” rule- one day they’ll get it. Or at least he would’ve gotten rid of all the people that don’t.

“Who’s this bigdaddyzoë anyway?”

“Maybe she isn’t real? Company probably invented her…”

“Heard she’s a crazy groupie who got knocked up…”

“Heard she’s hot…”

… several people are typing

—

“So… I heard from Reiner you were defending my honour in the server?” Hanji quirks an eyebrow.

Levi shrugs. Whatever goes down in the server stays between Leviackerman173810 (leviackerman and all 173809 permutations of said username had already been taken) and the hundreds of people who haven’t quite figured out he’s the real deal. Besides, Erwin has issued him three warnings so it’s best to lay low for now.

“My hero…” Hanji chuckles, pressing a kiss on Levi’s head. Below them, baby Udo wriggles and yawns against the fabric of Levi’s shirt. Cute.

So Levi Ackerman is your baby daddy. Now what? You look at your son and know he’s going to break hearts like his father of course. And if you’re Levi, you pray to god he never asks about babygate because Hanji has read up enough about it to be considered a connoisseur.

One day the internet will break when they find out the identity of bigdaddyzöe. But for now baby Udo has his parents wrapped around his tiny fingers and he doesn’t quite understand the concept of him being the spawn of every typical band member x y/n fanfiction. Or the centre of a very popular, very absurd, yet strangely believable internet conspiracy theory. Or the canon plot that has sunk one of the biggest No Name ships. And that’s okay.

#babygate was a 1D conspiracy theory #levihan #whoopwhoop! #levi x hange #levi x Hanji #Drabble #inbox #anon #mine #again Pieck is me #un beta-Ed I’m sure it’s full of mistakes #shingeki no kyojin #Levi Ackerman #hange Zoë #celebrity au

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He Makes You Feel Insecure ~ Erik/Cobra

A/N: whoop whoop I finished it earlier than I thought 🥳 Here is the Corbra/Erik one as requested. Bikslow will be up next!! I also wanna take a moment to thank you all for the support on these series. I honestly thought nobody would answer or request anyone so thank you! As always let me know who you want me write for next! 💕

Warnings: insecurities (he makes you feel like you talk too much), cursing

genre: angst to fluff

Other versions:

Gray ~ Laxus ~ Bickslow ~ Gajeel  ~ Natsu  ~ Jellal ~ Freed ~ Sting ~ Rogue

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“I can’t believe Jellal told Erza he was engaged, like, is he serious right now? After everything, I’ve done to help him admit his feelings” You scoffed as you braided your hair in the bathroom while your boyfriend Eric was laying in bed, trying to read a book. “What happened to the once feared Jellal? Who would’ve thought he’d be such a wuss about it. All he had to do was close that one-centimetre gap, that’s all he had to do”

Unknowingly to you, Erik grew more and more irritated as you kept complaining about Jellal and Erza. He has had a long day and the way you were talking non-stop didn’t really help his growing headache.

“It’s actually rather sad because he thinks he doesn’t deserve her, but at the same time she doesn’t want anybody else than him-“ You got cut off by Erica who decided he had enough of your rambling “Can you shut for two seconds? You really do not have a clue how annoying it is to hear people’s inner thoughts all the time and then coming back to you who keeps complaining about anything everything, do you? I just need some peace and quiet, not you who's talking non-stop about stupid, useless things. If you can’t shut up, I’m leaving because I really don’t need this right now”

You were a bit taken back by his sudden outburst, but completely understood where he was coming from. It must be really overwhelming to always hear everyone around you. You couldn’t imagine how it must feel and felt like you were being extremely inconsiderate. You always ran your mouth ever since you were little, and you know it’d come to bite you in the ass at one point. You just never expected Erik to be the one to put you in your place. You had always found it so easy to talk to him, but apparently, it was more of a bother to him. You didn’t want that to cause any problems between the two of you, so you made a promise to yourself that you should start talking less, especially if Erik is around.

As for now you mumbled a soft apology before casting your shield magic on yourself. You had the ability to form any size of shields. Within that barrier no magic except for your own works. Not even Erik’s advanced hearing ability could pierce through the invisible wall.

You finished your braid before going to bed with your back facing him and thoughts swirling freely through your mind, not having to worry about bothering your boyfriend.

The next morning you woke up before your boyfriend as usual and quickly cast your shield around you again, wanting to give Erik the peace and quietness he deserves.

Jellal got intell of a new dark guild he wanted to deal with, so he had asked to meet up in the morning in your usual meeting spot. You woke your boyfriend carefully up before continuing your morning routine.

As Erik woke up, he notices how uncomfortable silence the house was. He didn’t hear your usual humming while you got ready nor did he hear your inner thoughts. He shook it off and blamed it on still being groggy from just waking up.

The two of you were soon ready and met up with the whole group to go to your next location.

You usually chatted carelessly away with Meredy while you were heading over to a new job, but now it seemed more of a one-sided conversation as you replied rather short whenever she asked you a question.

Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend who wondered what got into you. He had hardly heard you say a word today. He thought about the fight yesterday and guilt immediately started to sink in. Not only that, but he didn’t realize how hard his words must have come across until now. He was just frustrated and need a moment of silence. He didn’t realize how he hurt your feelings in the progress and felt stupid for only realizing it now. 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” He tried to catch your attention to which you turned your head with a bright smile at him and your head slightly tilted to the side “can I ask you something?”

“We’re here” Jellal announced from the front of the group as he looked down on the guild.

“We’ll talk after this,” You said and kissed him on the cheek before joining the others, leaving Erik tailing behind the group with a frown. You never refused to talk. You even gossiped with Meredy while you were fighting others. Sometimes you even tried to talk to the bad guys if you had no one to talk to. His words had hit harder than he anticipated. He obeyed your wish and joined the others.

As the fight went on, you felt yourself grow more tired and tired by the minute as all your magic was slowly fading out of your body. Keeping up that shield on yourself seemed like a good idea at first especially since it didn’t take up that much magic in the short run. Combining your own shield with other shields to protect the others blind spot as well as fighting with your sword at the same time, piled on the already draining magic, leaving you with nothing left.

Erik sporadically heard your thoughts flooding back in his head, making him alarmed. His eyes scanned the area and found you desperately holding of your enemies with your sword with no sign of you using your shields.

He didn’t hesitate for a second as he ran his way over to you, poisoning every bad guy on the way. “Your magic is drained”

“Yeah,” you breathed as you leaned on him while he held you up with one arm. It broke him that even now you hardly dared to speak to him.

Erik made eye contact with Jellal who understood that you needed to get out of this situation before you got hurt “Leave to rest to us, we’ll handle it from here”

“Let’s go, we’re leaving,” Erik said as he picked you up in his arms before leaving the scene. Hoteye created a wall of dirt, making sure nobody would follow you. You wanted to protest but decided against it given your situation and your promise to yourself to talk less.

Once he made sure you two were far enough from the scene he propped you up against a tree and sat down next to you. Your head automatically found his shoulder, but you quickly lifted it up as you heard him heavily sigh. You looked at him with a questioning look. “Can you please stop trying to suppress your thoughts”

This made you even more confused “I thought you didn’t want my thoughts swimming 24/7 through your head?”

“I’m so sorry that I made you feel like that. That you felt like you had to form a shield around yourself just to give me some silence. I was frustrated and tired yesterday. I didn’t mean what I said. Not only that, but I didn’t even apologize for my actions afterwards. I should’ve realized sooner how bad my words would’ve affected you” He apologized as he took your hand in his and stared you directly in the eyes, showing how much he regretted his words.

“You shouldn’t apologize, you were right after all. I talk too much, and I never take your feelings into consideration when I ramble. It should be me apologizing” You said.

“No, hey, listen, that’s not true. You don’t talk too much. If there is only one sound I could listen for the rest of my life, it’s the sound of your voice. I love the sound of your laugh, the way you sing horribly out of tune with whatever song that pops up in your head, the way you just talk when you tell me what gossip Meredy heard this time. Your voice is like literal music to my ears, so please don’t ever cut me off from my favourite song again.” He said, making you tear up at his loved filled words.

You placed a soft kiss on his lips, breaking away once you ran out of breath and placing your forehead on his, “I’m sorry for not coming to you with my insecurities”

“Please let me in next time. I’ll gladly show how wrong those inner demons are” he kissed you again with all the love he could give.

“You see, Jellal! That’s how you get a girl!” You could Meredy say, making the two of you part away while laughter took over you. 

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[malereader-inserts]

Happiest Year

Fandom: Avengers Pairing: Avengers & Male!Reader Summary: Your statement is vague - they just did the best the can to counter it. Word Count: 1,485 Warning: Death

“By the end of the year,” You say, as you and the team overlook the lake, “I’ll be dead.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed as you chuckled.

It was January first, the night of celebrating the new year had truly hit the team hard. So, the majority of them were out by the docks with you, getting fresh air hoping it would wash away the hungover they were experiencing. It was a nice bitter morning, the cold was nipping at your nose.

Clearly, January would be cold.

“I just have a feeling, you know?” You answered, groaning as you wave them off, “Well,  my hungover is fading off - I’m going inside.”

It was the last time you mentioned it, but that doesn’t stop the team thinking about it. They don’t know what you meant by that statement, but they did anything to prevent a death. January was the longest ever month, everyone could feel it. But, with the snow in New York - they made the most of it. 

They haven’t seen you with so much joy before when playing with snow. It was almost weekly to make the best fort in teams, there were meetings of teams to create the best one before actually making it in the allotted day and time.

When the snow started to melt away and warmer days were arriving, the team had to think of new ways of keeping your life a little bit more exciting. Tony had the great idea of taking you to places you’ve never been before.

First of all, it was a trip around America, taking you to places you would love to visit. Natasha got great pictures of you and the team if Natasha was in the picture she either got one of the boys to take pictures or a stranger. 

You went hiking, went to explore the colours of Antelope Canyon. Took a trip to Savannah in Georgia, you got taken to see the sunflowers in Kansas. And you decided to get pulled into a trip to New Orleans. At Minnesota, you got various pictures with the Peanut character statues, Peter was too happy about this trip - he loved every minute of it.

You enjoyed the Smithsonian museum, you’ve been dying to see it - you dragged Steve around because he was equally excited to learn. When you visited each state to do something because Tony owns a jet and it was easy to move quicker.

He takes you to Tokyo and part of Japan. You visited stores of various shows and movies you love, you take part in trying new food. He takes you to one of the Scandinavian countries so you could witness the Northern lights, they were so pretty - but not as pretty as your face as it lights up. 

He brings you to different countries to taste their cuisine. Bucky was fond of Italian whilst Sam likes to argue that France had better food, Clint was just happy to be included. 

Natasha had started an album of places, one album dedicated to the US - it was full to the brim with pictures of you and the team. You never thought that she was a type of person to be scrapbooking, but she made you do the writing. 

You don’t question her.

There’s another album for Asian and Europe countries you have visited, with the European scrapbook, everyone had a different coloured pen to add their contribution of notes. 

You travel to South America, get to live the carnival life in Brazil. Somehow in between travelling, you get to enjoy the 4th of July back home in New York. You enjoyed immersing yourself in different culture during the summer until you were worn out of travelling by the end of August. 

You don’t know how you managed to keep travelling whilst some of the team were being sent off to deal with enemies. Not once, Nick had sent you away to a mission - the team asked, you never gave them a solid answer.

September was the start of autumn, it was the excuse of you guys taking a break from travelling. You helped Natasha finish the books, even helping her to make them look pretty by making some borders on some of the pictures.

October rolls in, it’s spooky season as Peter proclaims. You visit corn mazes, pumpkin picking. You make jack o lanterns, watch horror films. You had a blast in the Halloween party, you got to dress up once again.

By November, the team started to notice something wasn’t right. You had no energy to stand up, you were constantly sitting down. You were always cold, they thought because the temperatures had started to drop drastically, but even with the heating on in the Avenger base, you were bundled up in a blanket and your thickest hoodie.

“Still cold?” Bruce asked you, handing you a hot chocolate - noticing your shaky hands.

“Unbelievably,” You responded, there were tints of blue upon your lips.

You could barely keep food down in you, sometimes you were too tired to even make yourself food and hold a fork up to your lips. You were sick and it doesn’t seem like you were able to recover.

That was until by the end of November, you were hospitalised. For a week, the team was in the dark about the situation. There was a lot of talks between Nick and the doctor, between you and Nick, between you and the doctor.

“It seems like they’ll have to know,” You spoke softly, rough at the edges as if you haven’t been drinking water.

“Yeah, don’t suppose you want to tell them?” Nick asked, hoping it would bring out a smile to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to look of hurt in their eyes.”

Nick breaks them the news.

You’re dying, you have known this fact since the start of the year. Did you mean to keep that information from them? No, it never came up. You knew there was no cure, and you hated that. You’re a superhero, people look at you expecting you’re untouchable. 

Nick never wanted to send you out for a mission, he wanted you last year to be one to remember. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Steve asked, looking at you in the hospital bed.

“You never asked.”

“Is-” Bruce lets out a heavy sigh before continuing, “Is there a cure at all?”

“If there was I wouldn’t have told you I would be dead by the end of the year,” You answered, you let out a cough.

“Why?” Tony whispered, brushing your hair, “Why did you hide it from me? From us?”

“It was easier.”

The team looked at you, you look fragile, there was a clear loss of weight and you were too weak to even pick up stuff. You were a concerning paler shade of your skin tone. Sweat dripping from your forehead and you were shaking. Every so often you would cough so violently, a wheeze would escape your mouth - god it hurt you so much, the team could tell that. 

“A superhero is not immune to diseases with no cure,” You chuckled to yourself, no one joins you - they look at you with pain in their eyes. “I just want to thank you though.”

“For what?” Steve whispers, if he speaks any louder - he fears his voice will break.

“Thank you for the happiest year of my life.”

You died in your sleep at the age of twenty six. They didn’t expect it because despite two weeks composed of bad days, that one day, you were actually better.

But it didn’t matter. Because the team was there with him. Steve held your hand as you slept, held you even when the doctors came and told them you were no more. The team didn’t cry. They didn’t beg them to try again. Because that night when you were supposed to be unconscious, Steve felt you squeeze his hand twice.

It was your own way of saying Thank You.

Thanking them that they stayed by your side to the end.

The funeral was simple, after all, you were a simple man. It was just the team and people who truly knew you. They couldn’t hold back the tears, the funeral was quiet sobs, they couldn’t bare to look at the smiling picture that was present in front of them.

Christmas wasn’t the same without you, there was an empty part of the team. the new year came around, they drank so much that they regret it. They found themselves back at the dock, fresh air will help their hangover.

It’s been a year since you announced that you will be dying at the end of the year.

At least, in their mind, they gave you the happiest year - that’s all it matters.

You were happy and content with the life you have had. 

They were happy to be a part of your life.

#Avengers #avengers imagine #avenger imagines #angst #steve rogers x male!reader #tony stark x male!reader #bruce banner x male!reader #natasha romanoff x male!reader #x male reader #platonic

[ddosie]

# 2 and soobin for the prompt please!

you wouldn't say you were the sentimental type.

things came and went. kids grew into adults. that was just how life was. people grew apart, sometimes closer, and it was all expected.

you just never thought you would have to face it yourself.

it was a problem that you had only read about in story books. the handmaiden watches the price she fell in love with get married. she moves on. the king lets go of the memories of his favorite knight. he moves on. the queen loses her son, her only son. she moved on.

they all moved on. so why couldn't you?

"class! class! let's start this school year by introducing ourselves! i'll go first. my name is ms. hilton, and i'm your english teacher for this year! i've worked at this school for a long time now, and i can't wait to teach all of you kids!

okay, now that i've done my introduction, shall we go along the classroom and introduce ourselves? starting from you sir, yes you with the white and black sneakers. please start by telling us your name and a fun fact about yourself."

you watched as the said boy stood up, pushing his hair back with his hand.

"uh... hi everyone, i'm soobin, and one fun fact about me is i went to Europe this year."

as the next person got up to introduce themselves, you found yourself staring at him.

jeez, he was tall for a middle schooler.

the sun is filtering through the blinds in your room, and rays of light are being painted across the walls. everything is a golden color, from the desk to the bedside.

"so... what topic are we choosing for this project?" you watched through the lens of your glasses as soobin furrowed his brow.

"do you think, maybe aristotle?" you nodded your head eagerly, so soobin stood up and walked over to the teachers desk. a second later he sent you a thumbs up.

"aristotle it is."

you twirled your pen in your fingers as soobin took a seat. "hey do you want to work on the project with me over the weekend? i know a really good café...?"

there was a small smile on your face, and you nodded.

"yeah sure, what time?"

you got up from your chair, grabbing a camera. in this lighting, the room was just too pretty to not take a picture of.

"y/n, for someone of that height, there is no reason you should be walking that fast."

you sent a small smile to the long-legged boy trying to catch up with you in the hallway.

"if you don't want to be late to class bin, you're going to have to put those legs to work."

you let soobin catch up with you, and you slowed down your pace from thereon so the two of you could walk side by side. soobin pointed at the trophy shelf.

"do you think we'll win this year too? i hope we do, yeonjun promised a party at his house if we get placed first."

you gave soobin a reassuring pat on his arm.

"you'll be finneee... if you win, i'll take you out to icecream after."

the boy turned to look at you, a smile creeping into his eyes.

"really?"

"really."

fiddling around with the camera, you brushed the light dust that had collected on the top off. you watched as the particles were swept away, dancing in the dying sunlight.

"we should do this every year."

you turned to look at soobin lying next to you, ice-cream sandwhich in one hand, while the other was tucked behind him, supporting his head. he was looking above, admiring the night sky.

"you mean climb some random apartment stairs to get to rooftops? and risk our lives every season game to see a different view of the city at night?"

soobin let out a small laugh. "yeah, well when you put it that way, it does sound bad." you smiled, lying down with your own ice-cream sandwich, propping an arm under your head.

"...i meant the icecream tradition. you'll be there for my next season game, right?"

now it was your turn to admire the night sky.

"of course. i wouldn't miss it for the world"

grabbing a tissue, you went to work at the camera, cleaning dust from all crevices and corners of the lenses. you were surprised. when was the last time you had even taken a photo on this thing?

"hey bin, what's up?"

grabbing your phone and placing it on your desk, you made yourself comfortable, ready for any facetime tea he would spill.

"ah, y/n..." you watched as he ran a hand through his hair from the other side of the screen. "i don't think... i don't think i'll be able to make it to your birthday this year."

there was a quiet silence. you felt like you'd been punched in the gut.

"if i can ask, um, why?" you fiddled with the hem of your hoodie, waiting for an answer.

"the schedules for the basketball game lineups just came out, and the final season game is happening on your birthday. i just wanted to tell you in case we do win that far and i won't be able to come."

you decided to smile at the way soobin had said just in case they win. the two of you were in your sophomore year, and he hadn't lost a game since middle school.

"yeah, don't worry about it soob. we can still get icecream after."

you felt a turn in your stomach when the boy gave you a relived smile, running a hand through his hair again.

"that's all i wanted to say, i've got to go now"

"hm? why?"

"chem tutoring. these freshman are horrible at science."

adjusting the camera, you zoomed in on random objects in your room. the bookshelf. your water bottle. the lamp. click. click. click.

“did you hear? that senior yeonjun will be throwing a bigger party than last year! are you going y/n?”

you shrugged. “when is it?”

“I think it‘ll be this saturday.”

"can’t. I’ll be out of town”

"for what?

“college. I sent an early application, and one of them reached out and wants me to tour the campus. if i go, I’ll have a guaranteed spot next year, and I probably won’t have to apply to any others.”

your friend let out a low whistle and patted your head.

"well when you put it like that, I guess you really can’t go… but maybe we could get something after the game? i heard the ice cream place was still open”

just like that, a mere sentence felt like a silent punch to the gut.

you looked away from your friends face, scanning the cafeteria unknowingly. you were met with the view of a senior tussling soobin's hair, an arm slung across his neck. you could hear their loud conversation even from where you were sitting.

"you coming to my house after the game? me and the guys we're planning to get some icecream and stay over at my house for the night."

you thought you saw something flash in soobins eye's before he smiled, nodding in agreement.

abruptly standing up, you tossed an apology to your friend about how you wouldn't be able to make it and you had just remembered you had some important emails to send. you didn't want to be around when the words of confirmation came out of his mouth itself.

so much for a flash. the last time you had icecream with him was two years ago.

adjusting the lens once more, you caught your eye on a ticket stuck between two books on your desk. you slowly pulled it out. it was blue and grey, your school colors. there was a hole punched on the bottom, indicating it was used.

"and it's the last two minutes of the game, and hybe high is in the lead! if they can make this basket, it will guarantee a regional win for the school. oh! there goes hyunjin... passing to donghyuck who... also just passed to eric who, jeez, passed to soobin...! look at that! look at that!! we are in the last minute everyone, and if captain of hybe high makes this basket, like i said they will be the regional winners!!"

you let the sound of the announcer wash over you, leaning forward in your seat to watch the game.

for some reason you kept coming back. to this gym. to the basketball games.

to soobin.

it had been over a year since the two of you had really talked, the last icecream run being well over three years ago (a promise to go before your birthday was conveniently broken), and the last facetime was to ask for calculus answers.

you knew that you had faded out of the life of the star basketball player.

you just couldn't accept it.

"and soobin gets closer to the rim... oh! it looks like taehyun from bighit acadmy is a pretty good blocker... anyways look at him go! we have twenty second left, and even if he doesn't score hybe is still in for a win... okay, okAY?? WAIT WHAT!! WHAT!!"

there's a loud screech of the intercom that mixes with the cheers of the crowd. you found yourself on your feet, fists pumping in the air in celebration alongside the students in the bleachers despite yourself.

"AND CHOI SOOBIN SECURES THE PLACE OF HYBE HIGH IN DISTRICT REGIONALS!! ONCE AGAIN THE ACE HAS TOPPED EVERYONE AND BRANG HIS TEAM TO VICTORY!!"

you held the ticket tenderly. on the backside was stamped senior, a marker that counted as a discount for the upperclassmen that wanted to watch the game. flipping it over again, you felt a wave of something hit your stomach as you took in the grey and blue.

"hey y/n, wait up!"

you whipped around at the sound of an all too familiar voice.

there, stood soobin, in all his six foot and one inch glory.

"you.." he panted, hands on his knees as if he had run a million miles. "you walk too fast. what's the rush? you were cheering for me so loudly."

there was that feeling again. of being punched in the gut. by that invisible hand that seemed to favor your stomach whenever soobin was around.

"ah, you know... just getting home."

you tried not to stare too long. soobin had grown, matured. the baby face he donned as a middle schooler was gone, only his dimples a reminder of the childhood smiles you shared together.

"you're not... going anywhere? going straight home?"

you gave him a small smile. "...yeah. i'm going soon, so i really need to pack. good game though! you really did good this time around."

"going soon... to where y/n? are you taking a road trip without me?" you sensed a wary tone under his teasing words. three years apart, and this was the news you would have to tell him. curse the fates.

"yup! im, ah... moving cross country. i got accepted a while back."

you could already see the question in his eyes. how far? which major? on campus or near?

why didn't you tell me?

there was a moment of silence while you rocked back and forth on your heels. soobin pushed his hair back, looking into your eyes.

the heaviness of a thousand unanswered questions weighed in the air.

"so... want to catch up over icecream?"

as you held the basketball ticket from senior year, you realized three things.

one: you were the sentimental type. you clung onto old memories and good times like they were life jackets, keeping you afloat in the mundanity of your new life.

two: you didn't really like the idea of always moving on. it seemed so easy in the story books, that after a couple years the queen goes back to her ordinary life, the king appoints a new knight, and the princess finds someone she truly loved. but was there a time where you would just stop caring? was there a day you would wake up and didn’t think about what could have happened, the if only’s and what if’s?

three: you couldn't move on. you prided yourself on being able to move faster, walking a pace before everyone else. life was a journey, and you were going places. quite literally. you were floating when everyone was sinking.

but you were only floating because you had your life jacket.

...

things came and went. kids grew into adults. that was just how life was. people grew apart, sometimes closer, and it was all expected.

you clutched the ticket in your hand, the end slightly wrinkled by your fingers.

you just never thought you would have to face it yourself.

#sorry for the angst anon 😬 #this was maybe quite possibly perhaps influenced by real events #txt #txt x reader #txt angst #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt soobin #soobin #soobin drabbles #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #soobin au #soobin angst #soobin x reader #choi soobin #soobin choi

[bloodycassian]

Family binds - reader / BROTHER Rhys / Feyre FAMILY fic.

hey bae, i’m obsessed with Rhysands sister atm could you do a rhys x sister reader where reader was alive all this time and was actually being kept in the prison for super powerful beings (i forgot the name of it 😩) and rhys didn’t know and it’s feyre that finds her and recognises her from rhys memory’s he shared with her. Maybe Rhys has a breakdown bc he feels guilty? I’m thinking bestie feyre bonding and bro rhys bonding Xx

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Rhys nearly snarled at the idea of Feyre going back to the prison. And Azriel knew that if Rhys was to stay behind, he’d need a damn good reason. So, Az gave a nod and Cassian gave him the bad news.

“Scouts have been seen at the border. Chipping away at the spellwork it seems. It needs to be handled Rhys, and I dont know if I have the forces to do it alone.” There, he laid it out as it was. “Feyre will be fine, right Az?”

“She’ll be my priority.”

“After getting the Pagemaster’s book.” She corrected, giving him a look. Azriel merely shrugged, not willing to confirm or deny if that indeed was his priority. And as Feyre watched the long stare between her mate and the Shadowmaster, she knew that she had become his bodyguard for the mission. She gave Rhys a mental middle finger before exchanging goodbyes. Rhys winnowed Cassian with speed compared to Az’s building shadows that seemed to take much longer to winnow.

His form of winnowing was much softer, like a caress rather than a jolt. She’d come to appreciate the Shadosinger’s methodical ways. Especially when watching him read or stare at maps for a long while, contemplating battle strategy or being completely enveloped on the world he was reading.

When the shadows faded she could hardly tell. The thick fog in front of her consumed even the ground at her feet. She glanced to Az, who gave her a curt nod and gestured for her to take the lead.

“I’m here oh cursebreaker. Find me, I await your sweet embrace.” Something soft and buried far below the prison whispered in her mind. She cringed away from it, double checking her mental wall was still locked in place. When she was ready, she began the ascent.

+

Azriel watched every move she made like a hawk. Caught her the few times she slipped on the slick rock. His shadows seemed muted, covered and confused by the fog it seemed. “Danger, dont trust anything. Don’t speak a word.” They said, curling over him like another layer of armor. “Death is below. As it is above.”

Feyre pointed to the Prison entrance and gave him a nod. He pulled out the vial of dark blood Rhys had reluctantly handed over before they left. The bone gate opened with eerie silence. Not even a whisper of a breeze flowed through, not even the sound of the crashing waves on the rocks of the small island.

It turned his blood icy, set the hair on his neck on end with alertness. He followed Feyre a bit too closely perhaps while they descended flight after flight of stairs. He let his shadows envelop her as well, trusting they would alert him if anything sprung out at her.

It felt like days had passed by the time they reached the long outcropping of a landing. No torches were lit, leaving it pitch black and cold as the snow capped peaks of Illyria. Feyre’s teeth were near chattering, but she summoned her fire. And the hall lit up with brilliant orange flame. He could have cried at the relief sight brought. He wondered how long it truly had been that they walked those steps.

“We’ve come to see the Pagemaster.” She announced in a strong tone. She showed no fear, held none of her voice back. It could have been a whisper for all the good it did down the stone hall. Not a single thing moved. Not even the dias shadowed at the end of the end of the hall. She dared a step forward, slowly. He followed her, step by step through the ominous hall until they reached the end.

The book was enormous, big enough that Feyre had to use two hands to haul it off the small table. Her fire out, Azriel pushed a shield out in front of him to lead them out of the darkness. He shuffled one foot forward, and the room crushed his shield.

“Run.” He said sternly, grabbing Feyre’s arm and pushing her in front of him.

+

The hall crunched and clattered with every step they took. You wanted to scream, to shout for them to just be still, but your safety depended on being silent. So you watched, as the winged Illyrian that reminded you so much of your brother shoved the Fae woman through the rock and tumbling stone that collapsed in on the trap hallway.

He almost didnt make it. He wouldn’t have made it if you were less merciful. You held the stones in place above him long enough that he could get out, but your master wouldn’t notice. The power zapped through you, wanting to reach out, straining to do more.

But you knew the consequences of more. Of using your power for anything other than what the master ordered of you. You’d lived with the consequences now. Locked in a dark pit with no one knowing. You could have laughed. What a punishment it was, alone in a room without contact. As if you hadn’t lived it before.

You’d been waiting for an opportunity like this for a century. Waiting for the right visitor to finally reach the depths that held you. Your only chance at getting out was running for their lives right in front of you and you couldn’t shout? You ground your teeth, debating the odds.

Then, you began screaming.

+

Feyre’s heart nearly stopped at the sound of the voice. Something rang clear and loud in her mind, a memory. Not her memory. She stopped in her tracks, Azriel bumping in to her and cursing. She clamped down on the memory, not letting it slip away as you recalled Rhys’ pain the day he lost his sister. The same scream, you realised rang out now. She shoved the book in Az’s hands and started running the opposite direction, back passed the hall that had nearly killed them.

The Illyrian before her matched in nearly every why Rhys had ever shown or described to her. She mirrored him so much, from the hair to the build. Feyre’s heart ached for her. But Rhys had said she died long ago. Perhaps it was feigned.

She grabbed on to the iron bars that held you and summoned her fire, attempting to melt the bars. “What are you?” You breathed, watching the bars glow and slowly begin to drip to the floor. The Illyrian behind her regarded you with a sneer. “It could be another trap Feyre, we need to go.” He pulled at her arm, but she did not budge.

“I’m your new sister.” She huffed a laugh and held a hand out to help you through the gap in the door.

+

“Rhys ended up with a good one after all.” You panted once you reached the mouth of the cave. Light, true sunlight nearly blinded you. Your wings sang in approval at the feeling of fresh, normal air again. You wished to bask in the covercast, foggy land. But you knew better than to trust the slick rocks that held so many dangerous beings below it.

“We’ve heard much about you. I’m sorry-” Azriel began, holding out a hand. Even with never seeing you before, he knew there would be no other that looked so similar to Rhys. The eyes alone gave it away.

“Get me to my brother.” You demanded, not knowing who to ask. The Male seemed to have the build of someone who could winnow, but Illyrians were not usually gifted with such abilities. Your brother was an exception to that. You’d never been jealous of the ability, you’d been gifted with your own set of useful tools fit for your own power.

“This way.” The female said, tugging you along. A low groan escaped the mouth of the prison, and you all sped up silently. Not wanting to know what lurked below that was so upset.

Once you were off the massive rock that began the prison, you took a deep breath of fresh air. It nearly burned your lungs. The Illyrian offered his hand out to you, and you saw the other already holding the females. “You can winnow?” You blurted, not caring if the surprise showed on your face. The female smiled, and darkness began circling them. You grabbed his hand, not wanting to be caught in whatever the shadows wanted from you.

Then, they swirled around you fully, not touching you but running over you as if you had a shield against them. The small space with the two of them made it hard to breathe. The ground fell from underneath you, and you were floating amid those shadows. They kept you aloft in the nothingness that surrounded. You were on the verge of screaming, thrashing away from the male and fighting your way back. But as if sensing your panic, he squeezed your hand tighter. “Something like that.” he muttered, and finally you felt ground beneath your feet again.

You opened your eyes to a bright space, full of open balconies and a warm flowing breeze that swayed the lavender curtains. The long dining table was dark among such brightness, but it tied into the mantle and other dark accented furniture scattered about the room. And in the center of all of it, in a tunic darker than the male that had winnowed you… Was Rhys.

+

You collided with him with the same frenzied energy. The tears wouldn’t stop, no matter how much you laughed and smiled. His eyes reflected the same intense sadness and grief, mixed with the pure joy of having you back. You couldn’t make words work. You babbled into his shoulder like you were a child again, alone and afraid in the woods.

“I’m so sorry. We didn’t know-”

“I know.” You breathed, trying to wipe away the tears. “I know.” You repeated, taking a shuddering breath.

“No, you… I looked for you. I tried every damned court. I tried the continent for years. Azriel couldn’t even find you.” He nodded to the male that had winnowed you. Azriel, a fitting name for his appearance. “We thought you were...gone.” He couldn’t make the words work. Couldn’t tell the living family in front of him that he’d grieved and tried every damned spell book he could find to get you back.

“It was the prison…” You stood with him, and gave the male - Azriel - a thankful nod when he handed you a glass of water. The glass felt strange in your hand, as if it were too heavy. Too clean. You became aware of the dirt and grime spattered all over your body. “Before the Queens began their rule over the continent I tried to stop them. When I said I was going to Valhallan to search for leads… it led me there. And to my new home- the prison.” You surmised as best you could. Of course there had been more, but the Queens were responsible. That was all that really mattered.

Your brother’s eyes shone with tears again, and he gripped your hand tightly. The tattoos there caught your eye. “New ones, lots of them.” You smiled, sniffing.

“A lot more than just the tattoos, Sister.” He breathed a laugh and glanced up to the female. His familiar presence grazed against your mind, and you snapped your shields up. You couldn’t handle it, not right now.

“This one called me sister. Have something to tell me?” You nodded to her, noting the way her eyes shimmered when she stared at Rhys.

“This is my mate, my wife. And the High Lady of the Night Court.” He said, voice trembling “-Feyre.” He said the name with a warm familiarity that brought the tears streaming down your cheeks again. The joy on his face as he spoke her name. The brightness she radiated while watching him. It was extraordinary.

“Feyre.” You repeated, rolling the name on your tongue. “I think I like you.”

+

You were still adjusting to life at the new Night Court months later. The city of course had no idea you even existed. So it was nice to walk the streets in peace, even if Feyre brought a little extra attention.

“What about this one?” She held up a short curved blade, jokingly batting it through the air. You smiled, eyes lingering on the case of glittery daggers behind her.

“I think he’d get me something equally as bad next year.” You pulled one of the many sword sheaths from the rack, the dark tones appealing. You weren’t sure what Rhys liked anymore, but that was why you brought Feyre along.

She watched as you inspected the leather. The owner of the shop had thankfully given you space to browse. “I’ll be looking all day, I just need to get one.” You pushed past her and dinged the bell on the counter, happily checking out.

Feyre did not join you at the smithee. “I’ll send Az over in a few hours if I dont hear from you.” She called, waving as you parted ways. “To make sure I haven’t been charred?” You called back. Her twinkling laugh made you smile, even as the drizzle turned to full rain as you navigated your way across town.

+

You were still sore the day of the winter solstice party. Your muscles ached from the effort you’d put into forging the six blades for your newfound family. Rhys’ in particular practically took a whole week to forge.

But seeing their reaction as they opened their gifts was well worth it. Joy spread through the room as each one of them thanked you. Everyone but Rhys.

You wondered if he hadn’t liked it. After the party was over, and everyone had gone home though, he wrapped you in a tight hug and silently cried on your shoulder. “I should have done more.” He battered himself. “I’m sorry.”

“Dont, Rhys…. I’m okay now. I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”

“You’re here and..giving me gifts. I-” He choked on a sob. Tears welled in your eyes at his pain. “I dont deserve this.” He held his boxed blade out to you, pushing you to take it.

“I want you to have it, dummy.” You pushed it back to him, shoving it square to his chest. “If you dont I’d be offended.”

His grim smile was enough to let you know that the fight was over. Or..whatever it had been. His guilt and never ending self loathing acting up again.

“Food’s ready!” Feyre called from the kitchen where the smell of baked sweets floated from. A late night snack for your small family together. You’d have alot to get used to, but you knew you’d be able to with them at your side.

#acotar fic #acotar #reader insert #reader x ic #reader x rhysand #kind of #I'm taging it as that anyway #I am LOVING ya'lls ideas

[the-broken-truth]

I just went through of your HC and man I'm loving it❤️❤️❤️ don't know if your still taking request but I love your Lady Dimitrescu X Male Hc❤️ if ever your taking request " what would the Dimitrescu family reaction be when the lady is pregnant and gave birth (it can be a boy or girl of your choices) specially the daughters

Broken Truth: Oh, a pregnancy headcanon! This will be fun, let the words weave together.

[How They Would Find Out]

Alcina and [Y/N] had a doctor from the village come to the castle when Alcina would complain about being tired all the time & was craving more and more of her husband's blood than she normally would.

Imagine the shock on the Lord & Lady of Castle Dimitrescu Face's when the doctor told them that Alcina was 5 weeks pregnant.

[Y/N] was sure that he used protection...except that one time when Alcina saw him exercising that morning and forced him into their bedroom; could that be when it happened?

On the other hand, Alcina was confused; she was certain that her blood disease made it impossible for her to have a child of her own but...there she sat - with a child growing in her stomach.

She asked her husband if he would be happy with his own child.

His answer: "I already have 3 daughters; one more child would just make my family bigger and make me a lot happier."

Alcina was pleased to hear her lover was happy to have another child, but she wasn't sure how others would take it.

[When They Informed The Others]

Their daughters were the first ones they told of the new addition to the family.

Bela grabbed her father figure by the collar of his shirt and shook him like a ragdoll for not 'wrapping it up & knocking up' her mother.

Cassandra was wondering what the gender of the baby would be - sure she had her sisters but she always wondered what it would be like if she had a brother.

Daniela was too busy being happy that she was no longer the youngest of the Dimitrescu Family anymore. She finally had someone who would look up to her as a role model and made it her mission to be the favorite sister.

When they attended the next Lord Meeting - Alcina made the announcement she was carrying the next of the Dimitrescu Bloodline as she rubbed her stomach gently with a smile on her face; her husband with a protective hand on her right shoulder as he smiled down at her.

Karl began making jokes that Lady Super-Sized Bitch' was going to have a 'Super-Sized Baby' but he did give her congratulations to the expecting parents.

Angie began jumping around in excitement to have someone new to play with while Donna gave her regards to the expecting parents.

Moreau was happy for them and promised to be there whenever his brother-in-law or sister needed him. Considering [Y/N] viewed Moreau as the best brother-in-law, it meant a lot to Moreau when [Y/N] asked him if he wanted to be the godfather of their baby.

He talked about it with Alcina the night before.

Alcina then asked Donna if she wanted to the godmother but before Donna could answer - Miranda began making her way over to Alcina with a gleam in her eyes and a smile on her face.

[Y/N] already didn't like Miranda but he respected her because Alcina asked him to.

She began asking questions: How far along was she? Was she eating enough? Did she know what the gender of the baby was?

[Y/N] could tell that Alcina was uncomfortable with Miranda's questions but when the Village Leader began reaching to touch her belly, the man's hand lashed out and knocked Miranda's hand away before helping Alcina to her feet and the two of them left.

[As The Months Passed]

As the months ticked by, Alcina's belly grew and everyone was doing their parts to prepare for the birth of the baby.

[Y/N] asked the daughters to bring any problem to him and he would take care of it - these 9 months were going to be hard for Alcina and he didn't want her to deal with any kind of stress.

The daughters picked out the best room in the house for the baby to take - it was close to the master bedroom and the royal red color was nice for the room - it was a royal baby after all.

With the power of the internet and the recommendations of his daughters, [Y/N] found a few things that would fit in the room; like a changing table and a good number of diapers and toys.

Karl surprised the family with a handmade crib with the House Dimitrescu Crest engraved on the top of the headboard.

Donna sews some dolls and teddy bears, as well as some onesies that she believed would fit the baby.

Moreau didn't have much but he was able to make a blank baby book to capture the baby's life - [Y/N] already started using it to document how Alcina's pregnancy was going.

Then - There was Mother Miranda.

She would visit the castle almost every single day and question Alcina about the baby or bring her some kind of elixirs that she made and wanted Alcina to drink to make sure the baby would be born healthy.

[Y/N] would take the strange liquids and pour them out when Miranda left - he didn't know what she was planning but he wasn't going to let her use his baby as a test subject for her lost cause.

One day - Miranda came and she found the father waking in the baby's room and began questioning him - that's when he had enough.

"Listen, Miranda. You know that I don't like you but I respect you because you mean something to Alcina and you are the village leader. Let me let you know something - this is Alcina and Mine's Baby, not yours; you will not have any say in what goes on with it. It is our child - not yours and it damn sure isn't your next experiment."

Miranda didn't come around as often after that.

[During The Birth]

Alcina went into labor during dinner and everyone became panicked.

They called all the lords as well as Mother Miranda - as much as [Y/N] didn't want to, she was the only one who could deliver the baby safely.

When Alcina was ready, Miranda yelled at her to push; that pain was unbearable for the Lady of Castle Dimitrescu but she did what she had to do and pushed with all her might.

She kept at it until Miranda said she could see the head and told her o push one last time.

She did...

And her scream was overshadowed by the cries of an infant.

"It's a boy!" Miranda said as she lifted the baby in her arms; the little flesh jelly screamed with his fists balled and his eyes closed.

Alcina wanted to ask to see her baby when she suddenly screamed again.

Miranda looked and her eyes widened as she handed the baby in her hands to Bela.

"There's another one!" She yelled out as she ordered Alcina to pushed again.

The Lady of the Castle pushed again and again until she felt the pain suddenly fade and the cries of the second infant broke the sound barrier.

"It's...it's a girl." Miranda said as she cradles the baby girl to her chest and looked at her with a sparkling in her eyes.

[Y/N], Bela and Cassandra began to help Alcina to make sure she didn't lose too much blood and got her clean as Dani cleaned her little brother before placing him in a diaper and one of the onesies Donna made before placing him on his mother's chest.

Miranda still held the bloody baby girl close to her chest and smiled at her before the man walked over to her with a glare in his eyes and his hands out.

"Give me my daughter, Miranda." He demanded.

She glared at him but did as he said before storming out of the room.

He cleaned and dressed his daughter before giving her to Alcina and allowed the other lords into the room to see the babies.

"So...what are their names?" Karl asked.

Alcina smiled at her daughter, "My daughter's name shall be Elsa Dimitrescu-[L/N]."

"And my son shall be Fenrir Dimitrescu-[L/N]." The father said with a smile.

[End}

#resident evil 8 #alcina dimitrescu x male reader