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Coming Home

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third owl fight attack! This one’s prompt was “Hunter and Luz being siblings”, and I kinda ran with it

Summary: Saying that Hunter was worried for Luz would be an overstatement. He wasn't worried, he was just...vaguely curious. He knew that she'd take some time in the human realm, to be with her mother, but...well, it'd been almost two weeks, and nobody had heard a single thing from her. So, really, breaking and entering was an entirely reasonable reaction.

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Now, Hunter knew, on some level, that Luz would be in the human realm for a while.

To be fair, he hadn’t had much time to think about it, what with everything going on. There was the Grimwalker revelation, which was also a kind-of clone revelation, and Luz offering an outstretched hand, and sitting on the ground in the human realm with the portal flickering and pulsing angrily, the dust settling as he held his uncles broken mask in his hands--

He’d been more than a little preoccupied, to say the least.

And Luz had gone through the portal the second it had all finally calmed, when there was nothing left to fight, with goodbyes he couldn’t remember. He wasn’t sure exactly when, everything had gone pretty numb by that point.

He just knew that after the first two days, when he was finally dragged out of his miserable wallowing in ditches by a very exasperated palisman and Owl Lady, Luz wasn’t there.

The others noticed her absence and the slight hole she left, he knew they did, but they never really commented on it. What with Bonesborough falling apart in a literal and metaphorical sense, everyone was kinda busy trying to patch all of it up. Like dealing with that one demon who kept talking about ancient magic, who was apparently the small rat demon's dad. And making sure Kikimora stopped escaping prison for five minutes. And dealing with the other Coven Heads. And apparently there was some people mad that the old wild witch ways were coming back--

Nobody really had the time to wonder about Luz off in the human realm, seeing her mother again.

And for the first week, he didn’t worry. He had an existential crisis and bothersome witches to avoid like the plague. His days were spent distracting himself by making everyone's lives miserable, since they kept insisting on holding him captive in the Owl House instead of letting him decompose in the woods for some reason. And honestly, Luz knew way too many people, because he’d stopped bothering to keep track of everyone by the fourth hour of being in that house.

After he realized trying to run for it or annoying everyone into kicking him out wouldn’t work, he mostly hid in the dark corners where nobody would see him for hours at a time. Used to be for days, but apparently the Owl Lady was just as nocturnal as him, and they’d run into each other early in the morning when trying to grab a snack.

He had Rascal for company, at least. Say what you will about the little guy, but he was as loyal as he was stubborn.

But, after the first week, Hunter was starting to really notice a severe lack of annoying humans running around.

Apparently, so was the others, because he was noticing a few of them beginning to get a little antsy. He would’ve brushed it off, but he could hear a distinct influx of mutterings that sounded like ‘Luz’ and ‘portal’ and ‘human realm’ from his hiding places, when they thought no one else was around.

It was almost halfway through the second week before he knew it, and that was far too long for Luz to be away without so much as a note.

And she was probably fine, he reasoned. But Luz being away without even a call was suspicious enough, two was downright concerning.

By then, Hunter was somewhat starting to recognize the faces that filtered in and out of the Owl House, and he began to plan.

Somehow, he managed to wait until he saw a girl with familiar purple hair step in through the doorway, speaking words he didn’t bother to listen to as she sat on the couch he was hiding under.

Rascal had, of course, chosen to perch himself on the head of a chair across the room, where barely anyone would care to notice him.

She was talking to some small illusionist he saw earlier (he may recognize faces, but names were a whole other matter. He’d never had to memorize names unless they were important to Belos, and if they weren’t, they were irrelevant. He should probably work on remembering their names), something about buildings and repairs or something, it wasn’t his problem. When the illusionist stepped away, off towards the kitchen to grab something, Hunter decided to poke his head out from underneath the couch.

“So what's the word on-- ow!” He yelped, jerking back under the couch when he got a foot kicked into his nose.

“Titan, don’t do that, you prick!” Amity snapped, inching a little further to the left as Hunter peeked out only one eye from under the couch this time, giving his best spiteful glare. “Why are you even down there?”

“Because nobody bothers me,” Hunter growled, holding his nose as he began to wiggle out. “Everyone’s so clingy in this house, it’s maddening.”

“Do you actually mean clingy, or are you referring to basic kindness?” Amity raised a brow, narrowing her eyes as he stood and brushed himself off from the dust bunnies that gathered under the couch.

“Irrelevant. Why hasn’t the human returned yet?” He demanded, leaning against the arm of the couch as Amity sat at the other end, giving a reasonable distance between them.

“Luz?” Amity blinked, clearly taken aback by the question.

“Yes, is there another, different human that you have to bring up every five minutes I should know about?” Hunter snapped, and got a curled lip and bared teeth from Amity in response.

“What, getting bored of the rest of us?” Amity snarked, crossing her arms.

“Don’t flatter yourself, barely any of you were entertaining to begin with.” Hunter huffed. “Now do you know why the human is avoiding us or not?”

“Avoiding?” Amity frowned. “Luz’s not avoiding us, she’s just visiting her mom.”

“With radio silence for almost two weeks,” Hunter said, doing his best to stamp down his impatience.

He really would have rathered asking the Owl Lady about this, but he’d learned from the last time he tried that she’d twist any conversation regarding Luz to be about him, so the next logical best bet would have to be her incessant, chattery, girlfriend. Titan, Luz had the weirdest tastes.

“She’s been away from her mom for four months.” Amity said, rolling her eyes like this was some concept he wasn't understanding. “She’s not gonna see her for a day and then come right back.”

“But still!” Hunter threw his hands in the air, ignoring Rascal’s minorly concerned chirp from across the room. “You think someone like Luz would go without contact for almost two weeks? She would’ve at least popped in to say hello, or go on some ramble about what’s going on in the human realm. She’d feel guilty about leaving you guys to repair everything on your own by the second hour.”

“It’s just...taking her a minute,” Amity said, and that was the first small crack in her resolve he saw. Had she not seen him at his lowest the first time they spoke, he would’ve been proud of the fact he could chip away at her far easier than she could at him. “Luz wouldn’t avoid anyone out of the blue, that’s not like her.”

And he knew she was right on that, as infuriating it was to admit it. Luz wouldn’t abandon people, she’d be more likely to keel over on the spot from spontaneously growing a bile sac. And perhaps a part of him was being a little over dramatic, but there was just this little twist in his chest that curled tighter when he considered going back to hiding in empty rooms and letting everything continue on, waiting to see if anything would change rather than making it change.

“Besides,” Amity continued. “As Luz’s girlfriend, I think that I would know if--”

“Oh Titan, just forget it.” Hunter groaned, tugging on his ears as he stepped away from the couch. “Whatever, you’re useless about this, anyway. If you don’t know when she’s coming back, and the Owl Lady doesn’t know, then nobody will.”

Amity stayed silent for a moment as Hunter stormed off towards the doorway that led to the staircase, Rascal flying off his perch to land on his shoulder with soft, almost melodic chirrups.

He contemplated if he could steal something from one of the spare rooms up there. Everyone was fluctuating between them the last few days, but they often left their stuff in there for him to take. It was fun watching them get so riled up about their missing junk.

“We,” Amity started, and Hunter paused in the doorway, one ear pricked. “We were planning on going into the human realm,” She admitted, voice quiet. “If we didn’t hear anything from Luz by the end of this week.”

Hunter turned around then, noting Amity had one hand bunched up on her leg, fisting the hem of her shirt and rubbing her fingers between it in a nervous tick. She avoided his gaze, and he saw, for just the briefest of moments, the uncertainty spilling off of her, possibly having been doing so for far longer than when he’d noticed the same signs from everyone else.

“Well,” He said, and she looked up at him then, and the vulnerability was gone in a snap, replaced by a curious, slightly accusatory, expression. It unnerved him how familiar it looked. “By all means, don’t go telling me about your super secret rescue missions, not like I’d want to join.” He muttered.

“Count it a blessing that I told you at all,” Amity hissed, ears flicking back. “Maybe if you promise to be nice, we’ll let you come along.” She taunted.

“Maybe if you people hadn’t kidnapped me, I wouldn’t be causing so many problems.” Hunter growled back through gritted teeth, breaking eye contact for only a moment when Rascal lightly bit and tugged on his ear, trying to urge him away.

“Like you need an excuse--”

“Uh, am-am I interrupting?”

The two turned their heads, realizing that the small illusionist, he’d figure out the kids name later, was standing in the living room again, a box of juice in his hands as his eyes flicked between them.

“No, Golden Boy was just leaving.” Amity waved him off, leaning back against the couch.

“You weren’t even clever with that one, Blight.” Hunter sneered, rolling his eyes as he turned to leave.

“Wittebane.”

“Call me that again and I’m ripping your teeth out.” Hunter threatened, pointing a finger at her as he backed out of the room.

“No name,” Amity amended, sticking her tongue out at him.

“You are on thin ice.”

That night, Hunter was opening the window in Luz’s old room.

His escape attempts had never really worked before, the weird tube demon in the front door took his job of keeping him contained very seriously. Everyone else just liked watching the show and tapping in when needed.

However, he also knew, from the mutterings that Luz had told him in those few snatches of time in the days that they had talked before everything went wrong (or right, depending on who you asked), that she’d snuck out through her window multiple times without the demon realizing. Apparently she had bribed him once or twice, and now he barely reacted to the sound of her window opening, sort of like a reflex.

He’d meant to use it for his next escape attempt, just to see if it’d work for him, to run for the hills if it worked, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d be damned if they left him out of nabbing Luz from the human realm.

So Hunter tugged his cloak tighter across his shoulders, despite it being torn in many places, he had yet to rid it completely, and slowly opened Luz’s window.

He waited, tense, Rascal just as silent from within his hood. When there wasn’t the sound of a piercing voice after a few seconds, he cautiously poked his head out.

Nothing.

Either the bird really had grown to have no reaction to Luz’s window opening, or he was just as tired as everyone else. Or off eating bugs, that was plausible.

He slowly edged out, only having a moment to peer down at the ground below until he swung out of the window, hands gripping the windowsill as he edged himself down.

He hung in the air for a moment before releasing the windowsill, dropping to the ground below in a crouch. The perks of the Emperor’s Coven were few and far between, but hey, living there had made him an expert at being quiet.

He darted around the Owl House, crouching so as to avoid being seen through the first-floor windows, because there was always someone awake, no matter the hour. The portal to the human realm had been moved not too far away, but far enough that it couldn’t be, you know, automatically seen by anyone approaching the building.

He spared one last glance towards the house before he booked it off towards the woods, already mentally cursing himself for wearing a white cloak in the middle of the night. Why did he think that was a good idea, why did he think that was a good idea--

He made it to the cover of trees, somehow, without anyone sounding the alarm. He ducked behind a tree, catching his breath for a moment as he waited for shouting to arise.

Upon realizing he was in the clear, he pumped a fist in the air with a soft “yes!” and got an encouraging whistle from Rascal, who he gave a quick scratch on the head to.

He then hurried a bit further into the trees, soon faced with branches, vines, and bushes all stretched out across the beginning of a slope before him.

He reached out, grabbing one of the vines and yanking it aside, revealing the structure of the portal to the human realm, its soft humming mostly muffled by everything covering it. He ran his hand down the exterior of it for a second before pushing more vines aside, allowing a small enough space for him to crawl through.

He’d been to the human realm before, technically. Belos’s wrath had only just begun to reach into the human realm before he had managed to be stopped, and Hunter had a few moments out there, feeling the grass and seeing the trees. They really were green, and he couldn’t help but see it all and know with certainty that there was no magic within any of it. Hollow. It was a feeling he was familiar with.

But this time was different, and he inhaled for a moment before giving Rascal what he hoped was his best determined look.

“Alright,” He said. “Let’s see what’s been keeping her.”

He spent about half an hour in the woods of the human realm until he managed to find Luz’s house.

She’d never really said where she lived, just that it was the closest house to the forest. Nothing about directions, so he spent his time wandering about trying to find a house that wasn’t falling apart.

Rascal gave up and eventually flew off at some point, returning about five minutes later, chittering loudly and pulling on his hood. Hunter knew better to argue, and had followed until he came across a house that actually looked lived in, as opposed to the one he’d appeared in.

“If you led me to a random person's house, I will throw you into the sea.” Hunter warned, only getting a cheery whistle in return as he walked around the house.

He eventually found a window on the first floor, and pushing on it, was delighted to find that it was unlocked. He opened it, hoisting himself inside as Rascal darted in.

He realized the window was right over a kitchen sink, and lightly stepped a foot onto the counter beside it. He slowly swung himself inside, not even bothering to shut the window behind him as he dropped to the floor. He might need that escape route later.

Rascal was off exploring without a second thought, so he allowed himself to stalk throughout the kitchen, eyes flickering over photos and magnets stuck to the fridge. He saw ones that looked like letters, colors, and even saw a photo of a woman and a young, crazy-looking child.

He peeked around corners as he darted through the house, cracking open doors before continuing through hallways. One of the doors he opened looked like a bedroom, but he saw something with a scaly tail poking out, so he let that room be. The human realm was bound to have its own oddities.

The other bedroom he saw did have a person sleeping in it, but she didn’t look like Luz, much too old, so he quietly shut that door again and tried a different one.

He opened the last one, at the end of the hallway, already preparing to snap back that Rascal had brought him to the wrong house, when he took in the bedroom.

He only needed to see it for half a second to see the immediate resemblance to the mess that was Luz’s room in the Owl House. He slipped inside, leaving the door open just a crack in case Rascal showed up.

He crouched, eyeing the posters along the walls, shelves full of random junk, books strewn across the room. The figure sleeping in the bed was practically twisted backwards, blankets already halfway on the floor. He approached it, slowly standing up as he loomed over them, searching their face.

“Oh thank the Titan,” Hunter breathed, stepping back as he pressed a hand to his chest. That was Luz, for sure.

She stirred, slightly, hand twitching as she mumbled incoherently in her sleep. At least she wasn’t actually kidnapped or something, he reasoned.

“Hey, human,” He said, a little louder, but enough that he hoped the others down the hallway wouldn’t hear, shoving at her shoulder. “Wakey wakey.”

Luz mumbled in her sleep again, one eye barely cracking open before she turned over and tried to bury further under her covers.

Hunter grabbed her leg poking out from the blankets and yanked her off.

Luz’s yelp was cut off as he smothered the blankets over her, pausing as she fumbled around trying to get it off, ears pricked as he waited to see if anyone had heard.

“I’m awake, Vee, I’m awake--” Luz pulled the blanket off her head, her glare almost immediately replaced with shock.

“Hey,” Hunter grinned, flashing fangs. “Miss me?”

“Hunter?” Luz exclaimed, before immediately covering her mouth with her hands, eyes darting towards her door like she expected someone to be there.

“Oh don’t sound so surprised.” Hunter scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You oughta step up your game if you think you can escape me in another dimension.”

“What are you doing here?” Luz whisper-yelled, scrambling to her feet as she looked wildly around her room. “Did-did the others come?” She asked, giving him such a scared look he was a little put off by it.

“No? I mean, they will be, I just got ahead of the curve.” Hunter shrugged off her odd reactions. “Made sure I got to you before they did, didn’t feel like being left behind on the ‘let’s drag Luz back kicking and screaming’ plan.”

“Oh no, oh no,” Luz shook her head, one hand on her head as she began to pace. “Are-are the others looking for me?”

“Will be by the end of this week,” Hunter said, watching her curiously. “Why? This a bad time or something?”

“Yes! Yes, this is a terrible time!” Luz exclaimed, barely managing to keep her voice down as she whirled towards him.

“Did you get grounded?” Hunter narrowed his eyes. “Because if so, let me just say, I know about fifteen different ways to lessen the extent of the grounding, and twice as many ways to sneak out, this place isn’t even all that fortified--”

“No! Well, I mean, I kind of am,” Luz winced. “But that’s not--you can’t--you need to go.” Luz said, gesturing back towards the door. “You can’t be here.”

“Do you need a body disposed of? Because I also know a lot of ways to--”

“I’m touched, but no.” Luz gave him a withering look. “Don’t even wanna know why you know that. You have to leave.” She insisted, beginning to shove him towards the door.

“Aw, but I came all this way to see you,” Hunter whined in a dramatic tease, slowly leaning back, therefore putting more strain on Luz as she tried to push him out. “You don’t want to see me?”

“Believe me, I’m very happy to see you’re okay,” Luz assured through gritted teeth, offering the smallest of smiles. “And I’ll bother you later. But now is not the time.”

Rascal took that moment to poke in through the crack in the doorway, landing on a shelf and eyeing the two with what felt like judgement. Hunter promptly dropped all his weight on Luz, nearly crushing her.

“Damn,” He whistled when Luz’s knees refused to buckle. “You got some muscle hiding under those skinny bones?”

“That, and you weigh as much as a half-filled sack of lumpy potatoes.” Luz muttered, already pushing back up to her full height as she took Hunter with her.

“You’re impossible.” Hunter huffed, standing back up onto his feet and snickering as Luz stumbled with the lack of weight. “Seriously, what’s the hold up? Are you getting bored with us already?”

“No, first of all, I’d never do that.” Luz pointed a finger at him. “And I’m offended you thought I ever would be.”

“It’s a reasonable assumption.”

“It’s not. And second of all, I’m serious, you cannot be here.” Luz stressed, grabbing his shoulders, a movement that instinctively caused him to flinch, just the tiniest bit. “If my mom sees you here, she’s going to freak--”

“Luz?” A groggy voice called, and Luz stiffened so quickly with such terror crossing her face that Hunter tensed as well. “Creí haber escuchado algo, are you--?”

Hunter saw the door to Luz’s room open, and immediately threw an arm out in front of Luz, giving a quick whistle that Rascal had learned to recognize by now. In a flash, he was holding his staff in his other hand, Luz pushed behind him as he pointed his staff towards the figure in the doorway, ears pressed back and fangs bared in a low, warning growl.

The person froze, eyes going wide, one hand still clutching the door handle.

He recognized it as the older woman he saw in one of the bedrooms, hair still mussied from sleep, the glasses on her face smudged from someone having grabbed them clumsily. The sleep had vanished from her eyes the moment she saw him, a faintly glowing staff pointed only a foot away from her.

“Hunter, Hunter, no, stop!” Luz was quick to grab Hunter’s arm after barely a second of tense silence, shoving the staff down. “She’s my mom, she’s safe!”

Hunter paused at that. Granted, his experience with biological family (as biological as Belos could be) wasn’t the best, but he had heard a few stories, here and there, about Luz’s mom. And Luz would go into a Slitherbeast den for anyone who asked nicely, but hey, he still thought that if someone was willing to fight Emperor Belos for them, they had to be something special.

“Oh, sorry.” He said, all hostility evaporating as he drew his staff back, holding it at his side. “Reflexes.”

“Luz,” The woman said, slowly, and Hunter was so instantly reminded of when the adults dealing with him were trying so hard to not lose their shit that he halfway raised his arm to shield Luz again. “Por qué hay un chico extraño en tu habitación?”

“Puedo explicarlo!” Luz was quick to exclaim, clutching Hunter’s arm, and he looked blankly between them. He’d heard of other languages in the Isles before, often ones spoken by demons, but this was a new one on him.

“Oh estoy segura de que lo harás!” The woman snapped back, hands on her hips now, not bothering to keep her voice low.

“What’s she saying?” Hunter whispered to Luz, eyes still darting between the two. “Is this a ‘we’re about to start fighting’ situation or a ‘you’re grounded for life’ situation?”

“No te puedo creer.” Luz's mom grumbled, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Okay, so, uh,” Luz clasped her hands together. “I promise, mami, this is not what it looks like.”

“What does it look like?” Hunter blinked, giving Luz a concerned expression now. “It doesn't look like I’m a robber, right? Because this place has nothing near worth stealing.”

“Please stop talking,” Luz hissed out of the corner of her mouth, never taking her eyes off her mother. “Mami, this is, uh,” She faltered for a moment. “This is Hunter.”

Her mother cracked open an eye from where she was rubbing the bridge of her nose, sending such a seething glare that both kids shuttered.

“You know what,” Hunter said, letting Rascal transform out of a staff and back into his usual self, letting the bird land on his shoulder as he clapped his hands together. “I can see that you're busy, so I think I’ll just be--why is she staring at me like that?”

The woman was staring at him now, well, Rascal, eyes locked on the cardinal on his shoulder like it had suddenly grown five heads. He flicked an ear in confusion, turning to Luz to ask what her mom’s problem was, only to see Luz immediately face-palm.

“Estoy atascado con un idiota,” Luz mumbled under her breath, and Hunter could pretty easily guess what the last word had meant, and bristled at it.

“Hey--”

“Okay, so, Hunter,” Luz kept her hands pressed together, using them both to point towards him. “Thank you for the visit, really, but I think we’re done here.”

“We,” Luz’s mom finally managed to speak, and Luz cringed with a sheepish smile. “Are going to have a talk.” She growled, though it lacked any of the reverberating sounds an actual growl would have. He always wondered how humans ever got the last hit of their point across without growls or clicks or hisses. He realized now that tone had a lot to do with it.

“And that includes you, young man.” The woman added, turning her glare towards Hunter, and he wouldn’t be ashamed to admit he wilted a bit under it. She could’ve disintegrated Kikimora on the spot with a look like that.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hunter ducked his head, and ignored the quiet snickers from Luz that she quickly tried to smother.

The woman stepped to the side, allowing the two of them to shuffle out of the room. Luz went out first, giving Hunter an expression that was somehow both ‘sorry’ and ‘I told you so’ and boy did he want to punch it.

Hunter hurried out after her, one hand cupped over Rascal protectively, unable to fight back the urge to hide him from everyone and everything new, that he’d be broken in half the second anyone got close.

As he passed her, he knew she was staring at him with a far sharper gaze than she had Luz. He glanced out the corner of his eye, and she was staring at his ears, at Rascal, and just as he stepped into the hallway, her eyes narrowed in on the scar along the side of his face.

He’d had people stare at his scars before, it wasn’t new. Scars weren’t uncommon in the Boiling Isles, but ones as big and prominent as his were generally expected of witches far older than him, far more known for their battles and their victories.

He growled in the back of his throat, briefly twitching his lip to flash a fang. It was near-instinctive at this point, a quiet reminder of who he was, of who shadowed over him, and that it was impolite to stare, to mind your own business.

Luz’s mom jerked back at it, a far stronger reaction than the ones he was used to getting. He was used to a quick aversion of the eyes, hurrying to turn their heads the other way, a simple glance to elsewhere in the room. She stared at him with even more apprehension and worry than before, like she was confronted with a wild animal in her home.

His ears pressed down and he hurried off down the hallway, almost stepping on Luz’s heels from how close he walked behind her.

He noticed an eye peeking out of a room up ahead, and Luz gave a weak, almost teasing, salute to whoever was inside. He saw a flash of scales and what might've been a pitying look until they slipped out of view.

Luz stood off to the side as she exited the hallway, and Hunter stood next to her. He gave her a questioning look, one she nearly missed from how much she was staring at her feet. He nudged her shoulder, gaining her attention, and Luz gave a weak, nervous smile.

Alright, so he was definitely missing something here with his woman.

“Kitchen table,” Luz’s mom said, pointing, and the two obeyed. Hunter had no real reason to, he knew this. She was human, he could just leave, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him. But she was important to Luz, clearly, and he knew, tragically, that he’d feel guilty if he left Luz alone.

Luz sat in one of the chairs at the round table, and Hunter took the one next to her. Her mother eyed them for a moment before taking the one across from them.

“Can I just say, that I did not invite Hunter here--”

“Oh, so that’s how it's gonna be?” Hunter whirled his head to her. “Throwing me under the bus? Sorry I wanted to check in.”

“I am telling it as the truth.” Luz insisted, glaring at him. “Would you rather I tell her that I purposefully invited you here at,” She turned towards the wall, squinting at a clock hanging there. “Two twenty-three? Why did you come here so late?” She demanded.

“Technically, it’s early.” Hunter corrected.

“I’m actually going to punch your teeth out.”

Rascal cheeped from his shoulder, and Hunter nodded sagely like he had said something. Rascal could talk to him, of course, in words that only he could hear, but he often didn’t. And the best part was that he could never prove to anyone that Rascal wasn’t shit-talking them.

“Enough, both of you . ” Luz’s mother said firmly, hands placed on the table that had them both straightening to attention. “Luz,” She turned to her daughter, rubbing her temple with one hand as she gestured with the other towards Hunter. “Explain him, please.”

“Like, life story, or why he’s here, or what he is, or--”

“Just please tell me he’s not from where I think he’s from.”

“Oh,” Luz glanced between Hunter and her mother, gears turning in her head. “He’s...not?”

“Dios ayúdame,” Her mother groaned.

“You told me to say he wasn’t! Actually,” Luz frowned as she turned to Hunter. “Do you count as someone from the demon realm, biologically? I don’t know how that whole, er, Grimwalker thing worked, like are you a direct clone, or--”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, because I’ve been avoiding dealing with that whole situation for the past two weeks, and I’m not about to start now.” Hunter raised a hand to cut her off.

“You…” Luz narrowed her eyes at him. “You need a therapist, dude.”

“You’re the fifth person to say that in the last week.”

“Why,” Luz’s mother cut in again, silencing their conversation. “Is there a demon boy in my house?”

“I’m a witch,” Hunter corrected.

“Don’t you count as, like, half a--”

“What did I just say, Luz?”

“Right,” Luz snapped her mouth shut. “Uh, so, I’m assuming he broke in--”

Hunter groaned, gripping his head in his hands as he slouched over the table. Rascal chittered gently as he hopped off his shoulder and onto the table, nudging his arm.

“--but he wasn’t going to cause any trouble!” Luz added quickly, seeing her mothers expression continue to sour. “He just-he wanted to make sure I was alright.”

The woman eyed the two of them for a moment, and Hunter refused to look up and meet her gaze.

“Hunter, is it?” The woman said slowly, cautious, suspicious, but not accusatory.

“Yes, ma’am.” Hunter sighed, relenting to lift his head, messy hair hanging in his face.

“How old are you, exactly?”

“Mami…”

“Sixteen, ma’am.” He mumbled, resting his cheek in his hand.

“And…” She hesitated for a moment. “How old is that in witch years…?”

“...sixteen?” Hunter gave her a perplexed look.

“They age the same as us.” Luz assured, and her mother seemed to relax just a bit.

“Gracias a Dios por eso,” Her mother mumbled. “Alright, and how did you get in?”

“Window,” He tilted his head off towards the one in question, still open over the sink.

“Of course,” The woman muttered under her breath. “The one time I didn’t lock it. Okay, now what is that?” She gestured towards Rascal on his shoulder, and he raised his hand to let the palisman hop onto his hand.

“My palisman,” He said, settling the bird down on the table, but keeping him a far enough distance from Luz’s mom that she wouldn’t be able to grab him. “I call him Rascal. Which reminds me,” He nudged Luz’s shoulder. “Where do you keep those seeds you have for your palisman? She keeps screaming at everyone and the Owl Lady doesn’t know how to make her shut up.”

“Is she okay?” Luz straightened.

“Yeah, little jays fine, she’s just being a pain in the ass.” Hunter grimaced.

“Watch your language, young man.” Luz’s mom leveled a finger at him, and he eyed it for a moment. “Now what do you mean ‘Luz’s pailsman?’ What in the world is a palisman?”

“Oh, uh, nothing! Nothing important, really. Just, like, staff things.” Luz said quickly, and Hunter and Rascal shared a look. Luz loved her palisman, as bratty as she was. And he knew from experience that Luz didn’t think of palismans as ‘nothing important.’

He drew a hand around Rascal and scooted him a little closer towards himself.

“Okay, okay,” Luz’s mother inhaled a steadying breath, as though to keep her cool. “And you are breaking into my house, early in the morning, to see my daughter.”

“Really just to make sure she didn’t, like, get kidnapped on the way up here.” Hunter shrugged. “Everyone's worried about her, so I took one for the team, and all that.”

“Everyone?” Her mother frowned.

“Her...friends?” Hunter gave Luz a sideways look, and she avoided his gaze.

“Mija, you have friends in the demon realm?” Luz’s mom balked, with the tone of someone who didn’t quite believe it, who almost felt as though they were being tricked.

“I told you a bit about them…” Luz mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

“You,” Her mother chuckled, shaking her head, the first sign of anything lighter than what they’d had so far. “You really can’t help but be friendly to everyone, huh?”

“It’s how she got stuck with me, it’s a real problem.” Hunter said, and got an elbow jabbed into him for his troubles, wheezing as he clutched his side.

“Well, you certainly are an...interesting acquaintance,” Her mother said slowly, eyeing him, and he barely resisted the urge to briefly flash sharpened teeth when her gaze lingered on the scar across his face again. “And you showed up, by breaking in...just to check in on Luz?”

“Yeah?” Hunter managed to cough out, cracking open an eye to give the woman a confused look compared to her suspicious, searching one. “Why else?”

“...alright.” She said, and her gaze went back to her daughter. “I wasn’t aware that there would be... situations where the demon realm followed you back.”

“Neither did I, really.” Luz was quick to assure, hands raised. “Hunter of all people being worried about me is the most confusing and touching thing that’s happened so far.”

“I was not worried.” Hunter whirled to her. “I only came here because everyone else was, and they were going to leave me out of the rescue party.”

“Rescue party?” Luz’s mother startled, and he should really learn her name.

“Aha, he doesn't mean that.” Luz waved her hands quickly.

“I do?” Hunter narrowed his eyes. “The others were planning on busting out of the portal to come find you by the end of this week. I didn’t want to be left out, so I broke in ahead of time.”

“There are demons coming here?” The woman exclaimed, jumping to her feet.

“Pretty sure the little rat dog is the only demon coming along.” Hunter corrected. “The others are witches.”

“You know his name is King.” Luz grumbled.

“Yeah, but it's way more fun to call him a rat.”

“Luz, cariño, are we going to have more witches breaking in?” Her mother stressed, stepping away from the table and already beginning to pace.

“Not-not when Hunter gets back to them!” Luz said, also standing. “He can tell them to hold off, that I’m fine, and all that.”

“And deal with them getting all pissy I broke out?” Hunter demanded, scooping Rascal up in his hands as he, too, stood. “Hell no, either they hear from me with you there, or I don’t tell them shit.”

“Watch it,” Luz’s mother warned him again, this time only giving a quick glare. “And Luz is not going back there.”

“Then you have two to twenty witches, plus one demon, knocking on your door.” Hunter shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

“Luz, what did you get into while you were in the demon realm?” Her mother groaned, rubbing her temples.

“I mean, you didn’t ask a lot... ” Luz tried, hovering about two feet from her mom.

“You have two to twenty magical demon people ready to break into our home to make sure you’re okay,” Her mother said, turning towards her daughter. “You didn’t...you didn’t tell me you had friends there.”

“I feel like I just said this,” Hunter squinted. “I told you Luz has friends in the Boiling Isles, isn’t that expected? She makes friends with everyone.”

Luz rubbed her arm and looked down at the ground, and her mother’s mouth twitched downwards for a brief moment. He felt like he was missing something.

“Are all of your friends like him?” Her mother said after a moment, gesturing with a hand off towards Hunter.

“I resent what that implies,” Hunter huffed, ears pressed down as he tucked Rascal between his neck and cloak.

“I mean, personality wise? No, he’s the biggest brat of them all.” Luz assured, and Hunter visibly took offence. “Well, Matt was also a brat, but he’s a friend of a friend, and I think he’s calmer now.”

“They are annoying, though.” Hunter piped up, and prided on barely reacting under Luz’s seething glare.

“Well they can’t come here, your first friend has already caused enough trouble.” Her mother said firmly, and Hunter rolled his eyes at that.

“Please, breaking and entering is tame for me.” Hunter scoffed, and got an even more worried, and possibly judging, look from the woman.

“You're not helping.” Luz whispered, immediately turning back to her mother. “I’m sure we can figure this whole thing out. I can probably get Hunter to tell them to calm them down without me having to go back, Rascal can bully him into it, he likes me.”

“That’s a low blow, human!” Hunter hissed, a low, drawn-out sound that had the woman tensing and Luz only rolling her eyes. “I do so much for you, and this is the thanks I get?” He ignored Rascal’s gleeful chitters that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

“We’re even on that front and you know it.”

“Debatable,”

“This is serious, Luz.” Her mother said, and Luz’s mouth clicked shut. “Christ,” She sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d made friends in the demon realm?”

“You didn’t ask…?” Luz said slowly.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Hunter said, leaning against the island counter. “I drag Luz back, she hangs for a day or two to calm everyone down, and she comes right back to have quality family time, or whatever you guys call it, until you’re all finished.”

“Absolutely not,” Her mother said instantly. “Luz will not go anywhere near that portal.”

“It’s not gonna blow up, it’s stable.” Hunter raised a brow, not noticing Luz freezing up.

“Luz is not going back to that demon realm,” She insisted, and he was sure she would be growling if she could. “Listen, could you please just tell the other witches to stay back? I don’t want any trouble from that realm coming through here.”

“Ouch,” Hunter said dryly, twitching an ear as he crossed his arms. “Why’s this got you in a tizzy? I came here to bring back Luz anyway, why is this an issue?”

Luz and her mother met eyes for a brief second, and Hunter knew then he was missing something, because it felt like a conversation passed between their eyes and Luz ducked her head again, ashamed.

“Luz,” Her mother spoke in soft tones, though she was rubbing at her face. “You didn’t tell your friends--”

“I was going to--”

“Luz, honey, you can’t omit details from people--”

“I know, I swear I was just busy trying to see you--”

Hunter set Rascal down on the island counter and gestured towards him. The palisman fluffed his wings before proceeding to peck incessantly on the counter, making a loud clinking noise. It got both humans mingling words to come to a stop as they both turned towards him.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I’m still here.” Hunter said, scratching his bird's head to get him to cease once he had their full attention. “What am I missing?” He asked, pointing between the two.

“I apologize Luz hadn’t informed you earlier,” Her mother started, and Luz gripped her arms and looked away from them both, shoulders hunched. “But she won’t be going back to the demon realm.”

He stared. He blinked once, twice. He could see Rascal staring too, just barely in his line of sight.

“Come again?”

“Luz had been trapped there for so long,” Her mother went on. “And-and she was surrounded by demons and rain that scalded skin and-and Vee told me of Emperor’s and experiments,”

Hunter flinched at that, ears pressing flat as he turned his head to the side.

“It’s clearly not a safe place,” She continued, and her eyes dropped to his notched ear. “And...there’s much to catch up on, to talk about.” She said, in a polite tone that told him not to press that particular matter. “Surely, you can explain this to them?”

Hunter stayed silent for a moment, aware of Luz peeking at him with guilt across her features. He didn’t meet it, he knew he’d get more riled up if he did.

“Yeah, so,” Hunter said calmly, clasping his hands together. “That’s not happening.”

“Excuse me?” Her mother reeled back a bit.

“Listen, Miss...what are your last names again?” He asked Luz, though he still didn’t let himself fully look at her.

“Noceda,” She said, sounding confused now.

“Ms. Noceda,” He continued. “I can speak from personal experience when I tell you that the Emperor and any experiments he had are far beyond gone,” He said, bitterness dripping from his words. “And I-- we have your daughter to thank for that.”

Her mother startled for a moment, opening her mouth to speak, but he plowed on.

“Half the things that made the Isles dangerous, including the very reason your daughter was late coming home, are either burnt to a crisp or in the ground.” He said, holding her gaze. “And I can tell you this, with one hundred percent sincerity, that if I go back and tell Luz’s friends that she won’t ever be coming back, you’ll have witches and demons in numbers nearing the thirties knocking on your front door.”

“Is that a threat?” The woman managed to get out first.

“With all due respect, Ms. Noceda, it’s a promise.”

“Thank you, Hunter.” Luz was suddenly at his side, seizing his arm in a grip that felt like he was losing circulation. “That’s enough,” She said, giving him a warning look. “I think she gets the message.”

“Luz, what in the world is he talking about?” Her mother asked, eyes back to her child.

“It-it’s a long story, but he’s right about the Emperor!” Luz added quickly. “He’s...he’s gone, and-and I don’t think he’s coming back.”

“He won’t.” Hunter said, and left it at that.

“Luz, cariño, I’m sure we could work something out with your friends.” Her mother assured. “I’m glad a man like Vee had described is gone, but I’m sure they would understand.”

“That her mom won’t let her come back?” Hunter scoffed, and Luz tugged forcefully on his arm.

“Hunter,” She hissed, and he looked at her then, and saw the fear practically radiating off her. He wondered if it was something she’d picked up from Amity or vice versa, to be brimming with emotions, but leaving them largely unnoticed until someone actually focused.

“Look, I…” Luz hesitated for a moment. “I promised that I’d stay with her…” She mumbled, and the last piece clicked in his mind.

Luz had promised she’d stay, to a likely terrified mother, and Luz was never one to skimp out on promises. She either kept them or agonized over trying. And it’d make sense why she wouldn’t want to tell anyone, she promised she’d leave forever, and no plans or compromises from the residents of the Owl House could sate a mother worried for her daughter.

Also made sense why she wanted him to leave. Her mom did not seem to like the place, and him being there had to be somewhat breaking the little ‘promise’ of interacting with someone from the demon realm at all.

“Oh,” He said, instead of all that, ears pricking slightly.

“I’m sorry to have it all sprung on you without warning,” He heard her mother saying, though he wasn’t looking at her much in that moment, but she sounded genuine. “But the demon realm doesn’t necessarily seem to be...the safest of places.”

“It’s not,” Hunter confirmed, slowly straightening to face the woman again. “But hey,” He shrugged, feeling Luz letting up her grip on his arm. “It’s home.”

Her eyes dropped to his scar again, just for a moment, and he didn’t bother to hide his eye roll this time.

“Trust me, I’m an outlier in how deadly the place actually is.” He muttered. “These,” He gestured broadly to his face, not quite feeling the satisfaction he assumed he’d feel when he saw her wince. “Were caused by something outside the Boiling Isles, something that never should have been there in the first place. He’s gone now.” He rumbled a growl. “We made sure of it.”

She looked apologetic, and he’d give her that. But she shook her head with a sigh all the same.

“I’m sorry, truly, but Luz and I agreed, it’s not safe. I’m glad she could make friends there, I really am,” She said, and he wondered what kind of friends Luz had had in the past, because she said the word ‘friends’ like it could have five different meanings. “But it’s not safe for her.”

“And?” Hunter threw a hand out in a broad gesture. “It was never completely safe, no place is. You gonna look me in the eyes and tell me Luz would never sneak back out? I’m giving her another week at best.”

“Hunter!”

“Look, I’m really just trying to wrap this whole complication up,” Hunter sighed unsympathetically, aware of Rascal chirping and head-butting his arm. “Unfortunately, I know you, and I know you’d rather wallow in a chasm for eternity than never go back to the Isles. And as entertaining as watching a whole drama unfold would be when your mom would eventually find out, I really don't want to deal with that headache.” He grumbled.

Luz looked to her mother then, and her mother looked back. Luz’s hand was still clutched in his sleeve, watching her mother worriedly as she met her confused gaze.

“Luz?” Her mother said slowly, and Luz fiddled with Hunter’s sleeve.

“Mami, I...look, I didn’t...my friends, they...I don’t…”

“Hi, sorry, can-can I butt-in?”

The three whirled around, Hunter automatically putting an arm in front of Luz and taking a step back at the sight.

A basilisk lay in the doorway to the kitchen, tail curled somewhere out of sight. It was a young one, about the size of Luz. That’d work, he’d taken on bigger before, not like he had any magic for a basilisk to steal--

“Vee,” Luz’s mother breathed. “What are you doing up?”

And of course she was someone they knew. Amazing, wonderful, he loved being out of the loop that there was a basilisk casually within the house, that wasn’t unnerving at all.

“You guys aren’t very quiet,” The basilisk--Vee--shrugged as she slithered in, and Hunter took another step back, his arm in front of Luz causing her to be pushed back as well. “Hey there, uh, new guy.” She offered a small, shy wave to Hunter, and he eyed her before hesitantly returning it.

“Vee, I think you should go back to bed, we were discussing--”

“I know, I heard.” Vee brushed off Luz’s mom. “I actually have an idea for, y’know, this predicament. No offence, but I can't really sleep with you guys arguing.” She said, the wringing of her clawed hands the only sign she was nervous, stopping only when she was between them, with Luz and Hunter on one side, Ms. Noceda on the other.

“Should I be worried about this?” Hunter whispered to Luz.

“Nah, she’s cool.” Luz whispered back.

“What if, and hear me out...we all sleep on this,” Vee said, palms pressed together. “We think it over during the night, and when it's actually light out, we talk about Luz wanting to go back to the Isles and the rules that would have to be put in place. And also nobody breaks in.” She tacked on quickly.

“So you do want to go back?” Luz’s mother turned to her, and he saw the hurt and shock in her eyes.

“I…” Luz looked like she had a ‘no,’ at the back of her throat, and he truly did believe she would’ve said all her mom wanted to say. But he nudged her side, and she looked up at him, and clearly he was doing something with his face, because the empty assurances died out.

“Y-yeah, I do.” She mumbled, looking back to her mom. “I...really, really want to see them again, back in their realm.”

And he avoided looking at Ms. Noceda’s face, because the shock and pain increased significantly.

“Well, I, for one,” He said, ducking around Luz. “Agree with the lizard's plan. Sleep on it, talk in the morning with Ms. Noceda, yadda yadda, all that fun stuff.”

“Camila is fine,” The woman murmured, sounding a little dazed.

“Lizard?” Vee hissed, tongue flickering out as she narrowed her eyes on him.

“Right, sorry, snake fits better.” Hunter said before he could stop himself.

“You have permission to beat him up.” Luz said casually, ignoring Hunter’s indignant shout of “traitor!”

“I, yes, yes,” Luz’s mother--Camila--sighed, stepping back and bracing herself against the kitchen counter. “Tonight has been...a hectic one. It’s far too late to be talking about things like this.”

“Does this mean I can go?” Hunter asked, pointing with his thumb behind him. “Preferably without alerting everyone that I snuck out?”

“I don’t know how you got past Hooty,” Luz sighed, tilting her head and beginning to walk towards the front door with a quick, affirming glance with her mother that both had barely managed to make, Hunter immediately following.

“I escaped through your window.” Hunter said simply, and he noted Camila looking up slightly at that, until Vee approached her, murmuring in soft words he knew better than to try and eavesdrop on.

“Of course you did,” Luz grumbled, opening the front door and practically shoving Hunter outside.

“Alright, alright, I get it, I’m leaving--”

Luz stepped out onto the front porch with him, leaving the front door open just a crack, enough so that she could be seen through it, and in turn could see Camila and Vee talking back by the kitchen.

“Am I going to get a personal lecture?” Hunter asked cautiously, crossing his arms as his ears flicked down. “Look, in my defense, you didn’t exactly explain a lot of things to me--”

Luz lunged, and he stepped back and raised his hands defensively. Instead of a mean left hook he was expecting, he got arms wrapped around his sides, squeezing the air out of him.

Hunter wheezed, and would’ve doubled over if Luz wasn’t in the way. She didn’t let up on her hug, and after a moment of trying to get his thoughts in order, he slowly drew his arms around Luz, chin tucked against her head pressed into his chest.

“I’m glad you're okay,” Luz muffled into his shirt, and Hunter may have clung on a little tighter, aware of Rascal watching this all from his shoulder.

“Feel like you said this already.” He managed to get out.

“I know, I just wanted you to know I meant it.”

And if Hunter tilted his head down to press his face into Luz’s hair then, she didn’t say anything.

“Good to see you still kickin’, too.” He mumbled.

“Miss me?” Luz teased, throwing his words back at him as she pulled her head back slightly, and Hunter quickly did the same to look down at her.

“Hardly,” He huffed, clearing his throat to hide how it cracked halfway through. “I just didn’t want everyone leaving me out of all the fun.”

“Uh huh,” Luz raised a brow. “So you just happened to drop by to make sure I was alright on the one night you actually managed to escape the Owl House without being caught?”

“...listen--”

Luz laughed, and Hunter sputtered over his words. He growled and pushed her back and off him, knowing his face was flushing as he turned away and crossed his arms. Luz’s laughter didn’t stop at that, and Rascal sounded like he was laughing, too.

His ears drooped down and he half-heartedly bared teeth, in what may have been an attempt to hide a smile.

“You’re such a massive pain, you know that?” He growled.

“I do,” Luz grinned, laughter calming down to giggles. “I learned from the best.”

“That, you did. That Owl Lady couldn’t be more overbearing if she tried.” Hunter muttered.

“She’s got a bit of an empty nest syndrome, you get used to it.” Luz lightly nudged his shoulder. “It’s her way of welcoming you to the family.”

And he didn’t even have the time to process that whole sentence, because Rascal was fluttering onto Luz’s shoulder, cheeping as Luz raised a hand to scratch at his head.

“Make sure they know not to worry too much, okay?” She continued, looking up at him. “I’ll try and sort this out.”

“Does that mean you’re coming back soon?” Hunter paused, tilting his head. And maybe there was a tone of hopefulness in his tone, maybe.

Luz hesitated for a moment, frowning slightly in thought. She looked back towards the front door, though he couldn’t see if Camila or Vee were anywhere near it, what with the angle being off and Luz blocking most of it. He wondered if they could hear their conversation.

“I think so,” She said, quieter this time as she turned back to him with a small smile. “I... hope so.”

“So do I, they’ll be insufferable without you.” Hunter teased. “Have fun thinking up how to explain to them your apparent promise.”

“Don’t remind me,” Luz groaned, throwing her head back. “Look, it was a panicked situation, and I didn’t want her any more scared than she--”

“Save it,” Hunter said, not unkindly, raising a hand to silence her. “I’ve made worse spur-of-the-moment decisions. Contrary to popular belief, I know you well enough that you’d never stay away for long. You have a habit of being a people-pleaser.”

Luz relaxed, and raised her hand to let Rascal hop onto it. She offered him back to Hunter, and he took the bird into his hands.

“Still, I’m sorry.” She said, wringing her hands together. “For all of this.”

“If all goes well, you’ll get to tell them that yourself.” He said, and attempted a smile.

“Hopefully,” Luz said, glancing back towards the door. “So, that means you’re willing to tell them what happened?” She asked, a pleading note to her voice.

“As in, I tell them that I broke out of the Owl House in the middle of the night, escaped to the human realm, found you when I knew they were going to do the same thing, and then came back to the demon realm without you, just to tell them you’ll probably be back soon, but I don’t know when?” Hunter said, ears lowering more and more as he spoke, raising a brow.

“...yes?” Luz tried, hands clasped behind her back as she looked up at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes.

“...I don’t know why I put up with you.” Hunter groaned, relenting as his shoulders slumped, letting Rascal fly up onto his shoulder.

“Because you care about me,” Luz teased in a singsong tone, her relief immediate.

“Unfortunately,” He muttered unthinkingly, before the words processed in his head. He tensed right after, eyes locked on the wall behind Luz.

She looked surprised for about half a second before she practically lit up, beaming excitedly at him.

“Anyway,” He said quickly, voice higher than normal, knowing he was flushed up to his ears. “I should be off before your mom gets even more pissed at me.” He said, sharply turning on his heel.

Rascal was most definitely laughing at him now, and he pulled up his hood before shoving the bird into it, silencing him. He leapt down the stairs leading up to the porch, instead of walking down them like a normal person.

“Well, in her defense, you did break in.” Luz reminded, though there was a certain giddiness to her tone as she watched him leave.

“Like you haven’t done it!” Hunter scoffed behind him, beginning to hurry back towards the forest, head ducked low.

“Yes, but we don’t need to tell her that!” Luz hissed, voice notably quieter as she fearfully glanced back.

“No promises!” He called back, a grin forming as he picked up the pace. “Call it compensation for throwing me to the wolves!”

“Wh--Hunter!” Luz squawked indignantly.

He turned on his heel for just a moment, giving Luz a mocking salute before ducking between the trees of the forest, cackling as Luz’s calls of “don’t you dare!” faded behind him.

“Alright, Rascal, prepare yourself.” He said, hearing his palisman chitter from within his hood, with a hint of annoyance to it. “We’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

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𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 - 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝐿𝑒𝑒

pairing: Mark Lee x reader

summary: Dating Mark Lee was wonderful- until it wasn’t. You were fighting all the time and he hurt you with his words, but this time you had enough. You couldn’t let him hurt you and accept him back whenever he said that he was sorry. You were so sick of letting him hurt you, so sick of him talking about your relationship with others behind your back. He changed so much, you probably did too, but he wasn’t the person you fell in love with anymore.

song: same old love - Selena Gomez

genre: angst, a dash of fluff

warnings: swearing, mention of sex

word count: 2,7k

A/N: this one’s a little short and I hope you enjoy it anyway! 💖 a little spoiler for the last story in my series: back to you won’t be a short fic, it’s going to be a full fic with (currently) over 7k words and I’m not finished yet! If you want to be added to the taglist send me an ask! 🥰

taglist: @alex-chann, @aesthetichrj

Take away your things and go You can't take back what you said, I know I've heard it all before, at least a million times I'm not one to forget, you know

“Leave. Take all of your things and go.”

“No, baby, fuck. I didn’t mean-“ Mark stepped forward and you stepped backwards. It broke his heart. “What? You didn’t mean it? It’s not your first time saying that Mark. I’ve had enough. We’re going in circles, it needs to stop!”

It wasn’t the first time that Mark told you that he’s sick of you and that he wished that he never dated you in the first place.

“I love you, baby. Believe me, I was just angry and-“

“frustrated- I know, it’s always the same excuse Mark. I know that you don’t love me, so please, just leave. Find someone you love and who treats you better, apparently I’m not enough.”

“I do! I do love you! Just hear me out, please!” Mark was crying, you weren’t even crying.

“Why are you crying? I’m letting you go Mark, you don’t have to force yourself to stay with me anymore.” Your heart clenched, your hands formed to fists, nails dug into your soft skin.

“I love you…” he whispered, “I love you so much, please give me one last chance.” He begged. “Did you love me when you told Johnny that I was so annoying? Did you love me when you told Jaehyun that you’re sick of having sex with me, sick of me calling you and texting you? Sick of me asking you about your day and worrying about you? Did you love me when you told Mina, that we aren’t serious? How can you love me when we aren’t even serious?”

Mark looked defeated, “H-how did you-“

“Is that important? You talked to them every time I was with you, you wanted me to hear that. You want me to break up with you because you are a fucking coward.”

“I-I never wanted you to hear that- I just, I don’t know what to say, I’m so sorry, please. I’m begging you, give me one last chance. I love you. I really love you so much, I can’t do it without you. I need you in my life.” Mark wiped away his tears with his hands, but the tears were still rolling down his cheeks.

“I’ll never forget how you treated me, how much you hate me. You made me think it was my fault- that I was the one who destroyed this relationship, but it wasn’t me. It was you, and now, take your things and go. We’re done.” You didn’t allow the tears to fall until you entered the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.

I don't believe, I don't believe it You left in peace, left me in pieces Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees Right now

You fell on your knees, your hand was on your mouth, covering your whimpers and sobs. It hurt, you loved him so much it broke you apart. You felt your chest tighten, the pain filled your body and there was nothing you could do to stop the pain.

“I-I love you. So much.” Mark was on the other side of the door, his hand was on the doorknob, he couldn’t hold you anymore, it was over now. Mark was still crying as he held his bag tightly and hoped that you’d open the door and jump in his arms, for one last time.

He could hear you, your sobs were loud, you were never good in hiding your emotions. Your eyes filled with tears and pain. “I’m sorry.” And with that, he walked out of your apartment and left.

You couldn’t breathe, the hand that covered your mouth before, was now holding your chest tightly. Your eyes were wide, were you having a panic attack? The bathroom suffocated you, the walls came closer and closer and you were having a hard time controlling your breathing.

Your curled up and closed your eyes, you tried to think of happy memories. Yeah, you had happy memories with Mark, not just bad memories. The first time you had met him was your favorite memory of him.

I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart

You’ve met Mark on a blind date your friend had arranged for you almost two and a half years ago. She told you that you were a perfect match and after two weeks of begging you to meet him, you said yes. It wouldn’t hurt right?

“He’s a little bit shy, okay maybe not a little bit, but like, you know, he’s cute you’ll love him.” Your friend said as she helped you with your make up. “I’m shy too! What If we just sit there and don’t talk?” you said worriedly.

“No, he will talk. Maybe even a little too much.”

You looked through the restaurant and looked for the man in blue. The two of you decided to wear a matching color since you still didn’t know what he looked like, and he told you to wear blue because it was his favorite color.

Your gaze met his, and your brain stopped working because he looked so handsome and cute at the same time. Mark’s smile widened as he watched you walk over to him. His palms were sweaty, and he was absolutely nervous.

“Hey, Mark?” you said nervously.

“Yeah, hi. I’m Mark. Wow you’re way prettier than I imagined.” He rambled and you smiled at him shyly. “Oh yeah right.” He got up and helped you with your chair like a gentleman. “Thank you.”

“Uhm, I ordered red wine, but like, if you want to drink something else, like, champagne or something tell me.” He was talking so fast and you could see how nervous he was, just like you.

“No, no. Red wine is totally fine.”

“Yeah, uhm, Minsoo told me that you like red wine, but I thought maybe you’d like to drink something else.” He rambled again. “Am I talking too much? I feel like I’m talking too much.”

“No,” you giggled, “You’re not talking too much don’t worry.”

“That’s good, my friends told me to shut up, but I feel like I can’t stop talking. Did I tell you that you’re really pretty?” Mark didn’t even notice the waiter looking at him with his mouth wide open, “Thank you, Mark. You are very handsome.”

The waiter looked to you and then back to Mark as you and Mark just looked at each other without saying anything. The waiter cleared his throat, “Sir, would you like to order now?”

And after ordering, your night was filled with smiles, giggles, and loud laughs. Mark was so funny and cute the whole time, and when you held his hand, which was resting on top of the table, his cheeks started burning and you just wanted to squish his cheeks.

“You’re so adorable.” You smiled at him shyly. “And you’re so gorgeous.”

You were in front of your apartment, even though you didn’t want the night to end, but it was almost 1 am and you had classes the next day. “I had so much fun tonight, Mark. Thank you so much.”

“Me too. And uhm, I really would love to do it again.” He blushed a little. “Me too. You have my number?”

He nodded and you couldn’t resist, so you tiptoed and kissed his cheek before you entered your apartment, “Good night, Mark.”

I'm not spending any time, wasting tonight on you I know, I've heard it all So don't you try and change your mind 'Cause I won't be changing too, you know

You woke up on the bathroom floor. After crying for hours and trying to calm yourself down, you fell asleep. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, the memories you shared with Mark were beautiful, almost too good to be true. But after everything you’ve been through, you didn’t want to wallow in memories. Even it’s just for one night, you wanted to stop feeling sad and down, you just wanted to be happy and think about yourself first. No more thoughts on Mark’s wellbeing, no more going through pictures of him on your phone and no more texting him that you missed him.

You were determined, your relationship with Mark was over, and he wouldn’t change your mind this time, like he always did. This time, you had enough.

You can't believe, still can't believe it You left in peace, left me in pieces Too hard to breathe, I'm on my knees Right now

“H-Hyung, I just- fuck.” Mark cried into his palms. Johnny knew that your relationship with Mark was about to end, after everything Mark had told him, he didn’t think he’d see his friend crying like this after you broke up with him. “I just can’t believe it, I-I thought that we’d be together forever, no matter w-what.”

“Mark, isn’t this what you wanted?” Johnny asked carefully.

Mark shook his head, “I-I don’t know what I wanted, I only know that I want her b-but she’ll never want me back.”

“You said it yourself though, that you were sick-“

“I know what I said!” he shouted at his friend, “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to shout at you, but like, I know what I said and If I could take it back I would. I just feel so… so empty without her. I think… I think I was scared that she’d stop loving me first and that’s why I pushed her away.”

“That’s literally the dumbest thing you could’ve done.” Johnny sighed.

“She didn’t even cry. S-She looked so, so done. Done with me and done with everything, like she fell apart and it’s all because of me.”

Mark couldn’t breathe, his heart clenched, and he gripped his shirt, everything suffocated him. He remembered your emotionless face and the emptiness in your eyes, and this time it was Mark who was on his knees, having a panic attack.

I'm so sick of that same old love, that shit, it tears me up I'm so sick of that same old love, my body's had enough

I'm so sick of that same old love, feels like I've blown apart I'm so sick of that same old love, the kind that breaks your heart

A couple weeks after your fight with Mark, you found yourself alone at home, an empty bottle of wine next to your empty bed.

He didn’t try to contact you. The only information you had about him was that he stayed with Johnny. Johnny sent a simple text, telling you that he was sorry and that Mark was in safe hands, since he knew, that you after everything still cared for him.

You didn’t cry after the last time you cried. It’s going to be a long journey until you close the big chapter labeled ‘Mark’ and you hoped that it’s going to be a peaceful journey, but after tonight, you weren’t sure if there was a possible future without Mark in it.

Suddenly you heard sounds coming from your door. Didn’t you lock it? Who is trying to get into your apartment? It was past midnight and with a pan in your one hand, you slowly walked to the door.

Of course, it was him. Mark still had your spare key and he forgot to ask for your permission before he entered.

You let out the breath you were holding. “What are you doing here? Did you forget anything?”

Mark looked at you and then at he pan in your hand. “Are you going to hit me with it? I’ll let you do it If you listen to me for just a minute.”

“N-No I’m not going to hit you with. I thought you were a thief.”

You put the pan on top of the little shelf next to your door. “A-Are you scared alone?” he asked you.

The truth is, yes you were. You were scared of being alone, scared of darkness.

“N-No?”

“You don’t have to lie to me, I know that you’re scared. I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing here? I don’t think you came just to ask me If I’m scared.”

“I needed to talk to you, I know it’s late and stuff, but like, yeah I just- I couldn’t sleep nor eat and yeah, I, uhm-“

“Mark you’re rambling.” He reminded you of the time your first started dating, how nervous he was and how he couldn’t stop talking because he hated awkward silence.

“Yeah, I am. Sorry, I just want to talk.”

“I don’t think there is anything to talk about, Mark.” You sighed. “There is. I can’t survive another week without telling you how much you actually mean to me.” He whispered.

“Mark I really don’t want to do this-“

“Please, just one minute. Just one minute.” He held your hand, and you didn’t push away. You missed his touch. “Fine. Just one minute.”

“First of all, I love you. I really do. Since the second I saw you enter that restaurant, I knew that I loved you and I can remember how much of an idiot I was, like, the entire night, but you still kissed me goodbye on the cheek and my heart was about to explode. I thanked Minsoo so much and I still thank her for introducing you to me. I was like, a blind date? How’s that going to work? And it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I know I pushed you away, I was an asshole and I hurt you so much, but I’m an insecure, stupid pussy and I can’t believe I had you, but then I let you slip through my fingers. I didn’t know how to hold your hand and I didn’t know how to make clear, that I need you. The things I told the others, I don’t think that I was actually complaining because If I think about it now, my heart flutters and I can feel the butterflies in my belly jumping around. You cared about me like no one else did and I missed you so much, I just can’t lose you. Your my first and only love, I don’t want anyone but you.”

You were crying, he was crying, Johnny was probably at home crying too.

“M-Mark…” you whimpered, you didn’t know what to say.

“P-Please just give me a chance to gain your love and t-trust back.” He wiped your tears away with his soft hand.

“I’m… I’m so sick of being hurt, I’m so sick of it, Mark. I can’t take anymore pain, I’m so sick of suffering and not being loved, I-I just want to be loved. You h-hurt me so much the past months, I don’t think my body and soul can handle it I-If I go through that again…” you sobbed.

“You won’t need to- Baby, I promise you, I’ll never ever treat you like that again. I won’t let you suffer, not again. I love you I love you so much. I love you please believe me, I love you.”

Mark wrapped his arms around you as you cried into the crook of his neck. He repeated over and over again that he loved you as you both cried together, arms wrapped around each other and hearts connected again.

“One last chance, and if you fuck up again, you’ll never get to see my face again.” You whispered.

“I won’t fuck up, I promise you. The days without you were torture. Being without you is torture.”

“C-Can we take it slow, Mark? I feel like… I feel like if we rush things you’ll get sick of me again…” you were scared that giving him another chance was a mistake.

“No, no baby. Don’t ever think that again, okay? We can take it slow if you want that, but I don’t want you think that I’ll get sick of you, I could never. Being away from you was so hard, I don’t want that to happen ever again.” Mark pressed his lips on your temple.

“Okay…”

“Do you want to go on a date with me? Are you free on Friday?” he asked you and you chuckled.

“I’m not sure, I have to check my schedule.” You teased him.

“Babe…” Mark whined.

“I’m just joking.”

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dykethevvitch · 2 years

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ITS LITERALLY LIKE THREE ACTS!!! Like three whole songs in one song, it COULDA been three songs but they made it one cause they knew what they were doing. please tell me about it being three acts about trauma.

OKAY so when listening to the song, it's easy to tell when the acts begin and end, each one has a very distinct style. Act 1 is very very slow. Act 2 is rhythmic, you can feel every beat. Act 3 is fast and jig-like. And you could even go as far as to say each act has one of the stages of grief (depression, bargaining, and anger, in that order.) Though I'm not a 100% confident on that and literally just thought of it while writing this.

Act 1 is the start of the song through the first singing of the chorus. There are multiple lyrics referencing hollowness ("Through the roles that the millions/Of hollering hollow folk know how to play," "They’re just shadows searching for light," "Then the hollow folk come") which, combined with the almost sluggish music is why I think this part is about depression.

Act 2 starts at "Somehow now I'm drinking and I'm lifting my glass/To that last good man grace" to the second singing of the chorus. Like I said this is bargaining. There's a lot of back and forth, starting with "and I laugh/Cause laughing right now, it’s all, it's all that I have" and "I can't do this you don't understand." But it's contrasted with lyrics like "Yet broken still you breathe/So breathe, breathe just breathe." And it finishes with the chorus, which unlike in the first act includes the "and I'll take my fucking time" line, which does a really good job of propelling it into less moping and more to moving forward. Overall the it acts as an in-between for acts 1 and 3.

Act 3 starts with "Let's bury this" after the second singing of the chorus and lasts until the end of the song. The "let's bury this" sets the tone for this act, a sort of desperation to move past it all. The act is angry. From lyrics like "Cause I when I stand oh those folks will run" to the the frantic feeling music. This is my favourite part of the song. It has layers. The top layer is angry and lashing, ("now I'm leading doesn't that just scare you to death," "Cause I when I stand oh those folks will run,") it makes you want to set fire to something. But underneath that is desperation and a feeling like the anger is a mask to the sadness so present in the previous 2 acts. Let's bury it, after all.

The reason I say this creates a story about trauma is because the song feels like a reaction. That someone did something (what that is I couldn't say, but what the trauma is exactly isn't the point anywho) and this is what comes after. The sadness, leading to helplessness, followed by an understanding ("And I forgive them at last" from the pre-chorus in act 2), and finally to anger and a desire for revenge. The lyrics I think most illustrate this are "And I’m learning to be so much more than my tiredness," "Yet broken still you breathe/So breathe, breathe just breathe," "Don’t you think I look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor," and of course the chorus. Specifically the versions in the 2nd and 3rd acts, "Cause you are in the earth of me/You are in the earth of me/My head’s not yours it’s mine/And I’ll take my fucking time/Cause I know, I know, I know." This has become apart of him, and he'll deal with it how he deals with it. It's a pain filled retaking of what was lost when he was hurt.

(Tangent Zone: the fact that "I'll take my fucking fucking time" is only in acts 2 and 3 has to mean something. And my guess is that those are the only acts where there seems to be any sort of reaction other than wallowing in a bed like in act 1. Act 2 being coping through alcohol as there's 2 different lyrics about lifting/drinking from a glass. Act 3 being more emotional, the overwhelmingness of the whole thing like he's just now processed it and isn't dealing with it well)

#the amazing devil #most song of all time #hope this makes sense! my thoughts are very jumbled #also feel free to toss this out the window and ignore it #but there's definitely SOMETHING happening in this song there's a progression #would a therapist approve of the character arc? probably not this doesn't seem like a guy who's coping

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shoutoismybaby · 4 years

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Omega Shame Part 3

Part1 / Part2

Hey! I would like to thank you all for your patients for the last part of this fic. My depression hit me pretty hard so I only just finished this yesterday, hope you enjoy!

This is the final part so it ends in Fluff!

Warnings: depression, cursing,

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You did nothing to protest as your teacher's arms surrounded your figure, taking you off towards the school. Barely did you register the terrified faces of your classmates as you passed in Aizawa's arms. The sound of their voices reached your ears, but there was a disconnect between your senses and body. The instincts to preserve your body had disappeared hours ago, so you barely budged as you were moved to Recovery Girls office. Though your omega appreciated how soft the bed was compared to your floor. A much more comfortable place to die,in your opinion at least. You lazily stared up at the white ceiling above you, the bright lights burned your eyes, but you didn’t care enough to turn away. There was only a few moments of silence before the door opened once more, the heavy footsteps combined the scent of musky blueberry that you associated with the former number one hero joined you and the two other pro heroes in the room.

“This feels like a waste of precious time. What is sticking them in the same room supposed to do?” The deep voice you recognized as your homeroom teacher asked.

“There is very little that can be done for a depression medically. But there’s an old wives tale that placing an alpha and omega together that are both going through a depression will be able to pull eachother out of it because of their instincts to care for the other.” Recovery Girl explained, her voice following her around the room. Heavy footsteps could be heard to the right of you, then rustling. That’s when a terrible scent hit your nose. It smelled of burning rubber and heavy smoke.

“We are trusting the fate of my students' lives, to a wives tale?” A growl could be heard underneath Aizawa’s voice, and the terrible scent was beginning to cause your nose to sting and tears to form in your eyes. Though you doubted that you smelled any better.

“I understand your frustration Aizawa, but there isn’t much else we can do but call their parents.” All mights attempt to calm his coworker did little to help. You simply turned your head away in an attempt to avoid the smell, you didn’t want to think about who it belonged to even though you recognized it from the start. It belonged to the alpha who didn’t love you.

“I should have noticed, as their teacher, I should have seen this coming.” Aizawas statement turned further into a growl as he continued. “How is this supposed to help if (L/n) was only courting Bakugou out of fear?”

This statement completely stopped the thoughts flowing through your head.

“What are you talking about Eraser, they’re courtship was one of the strongest I’ve ever seen.” All Might's worry finally started to show through his voice, and your confusion finally opened yourself up to what was going on around you. You could finally hear Aizawa's frantic pacing, Recovery Girls pen as she scribbled on some papers, and the soft breathing you recognized as bakugou behind you. Laying on the only other bed that resided in the office.

“I thought so too but Bakugou said it himself, she thought he would destroy her nest. She was terrified of him and he felt like he failed as an alpha. I thought that alpha depressions were just a rumor, until this.”

“If she was scared of him, then it makes no sense that she is in a depression, she should be happy, right?” All Mights response to Aizawa was filled with confusion. As were you.

What did they mean you were scared of Bakugou? You were in love with the blond. How could he think you were scared of-

Oh. No.

“Now, now, sitting here not understanding these pups feelings isn’t going to fix anything. It’s best we leave now, I’ll check in after an hour but I don’t want any of our scents to interfere with the process.” The only other omega in the room, recovery girl, quickly ushered the other pros out of the room. You didn’t want them to leave, you had so many questions to ask them. But you could barely move, if only your omega would snap out of the depression! Bakugou needed you.

You had been so blinded by your panic before that you didn’t even think of how the situation might look to him. While you were reliving a past experience, Bakugou was looking on to his own Omega sobbing at the sight of him. Your heart ached at the thought of how he might be feeling. How hopeless and useless he probably felt.

He had always held himself to high standards, always doing his best to overcome his inferiority complex. It was something you had wanted to help him with. But all you had done was made him feel like he failed.

You had to tell him that it was a mistake, a misunderstanding, that you could never be scared of him. You needed to fix this.

As you began to attempt to move yourself, you quickly grew agitated. Your omega was still stuck in her depression. You knew that this was all a big misunderstanding now, so why couldn’t you move?

Bakugous life depended on you and just the thought about how this was all your fault made you growl at yourself. You had to get up. Bakugou loved you, he cared for you. Even if your parents would never value you for who you truly were, Bakugou did. Aizawa did, All Might did, your classmates did. You had people who liked you, the entire you. Omega and all.

It was then that your fingers began to twitch. It was like waking up from sleep paralysis, your control over your body was gained slowly. From wiggling fingers to rotating your wrists, you gained mobility as your omega was filled with determination. The determination to save Bakugou.

Alpha depressions developed much faster than Omega ones, and you didn’t know how much time you had left. You could never forgive yourself if Bakugou died because of your past trauma.

You flipped over your body as soon as you were able, and gasped at the sight. Bakugou was lying on his side, body curled into a fetal position as his face scrunched up in a similar manner. Sweat dripped down from his forehead and it was like you could feel the pain he was in. The pain of his body trying to end itself. Careful inspection would have revealed the slight tremors of his body, his body temperature reaching so high that even the warmth of the sun from the nearby window couldn’t compare. The scene made a whimper fall from your throat.

“Bakugou?” You whispered, unsure of what to do now that you were able to move. His body didn’t respond to your call at all and you began to panic. You had to take care of him, you had to. But how? What if he was too far gone?

Pushing yourself up from the mattress, you went to his side and ignored the stinging of your nose as his scent worsened with your closeness. Tears gathered in your eyes, you didn’t know what to do.

“Bakugou, I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” Your words turned into a whine, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek, almost yanking away when you felt the burning heat radiating off of him. “But you have to wake up okay? I have to tell you that you did nothing wrong.”

The hot tears that gathered in your eyes began to race down your face as you began to choke on your guilt. Even if people loved you for who you were, how could you? If you were never an omega, then your parents wouldn’t have ever destroyed your nests, and you wouldn’t have panicked at the sight of Bakugou the day before. It was because of your omega that Bakugou was in a depression. But you didn’t have the time to wallow, you were going to take care of your alpha.

You turned and looked around the room, grabbing a hand towel from the stack and wetting it in the sink. It was easy to push his limp body onto his back, and you tried not to think much of it as you dabbed away his sweat. You didn’t bother to wipe away your tears as you tended to him, as though he simply had a fever. But you knew better, and your omega seemed to begin to pace as time passed. Your heart-rate sped up as you grew desperate.

“Come on Katsuki! I’m doing everything I can here but I don’t know what to do!” Your cries fell on deaf ears while they turned into sobs. You were so scared to lose him, but you were out of ideas. At least you could hold him before he really left, right?

Your body was covered with a numb tingle as you moved again. This time pushing Katsuki body over as you climbed up next to him. Your tears beginning to dot his shirt as you placed your head on his chest. Hands moving one of his arms around your shoulder before wrapping your own around his muscular waist, legs tangling around his own. If nothing was going to work to bring him back to you, you just wanted to hold him. One last time.

“I don’t know what to do to help you,” you confessed, rubbing your cheek against his uniform, uncaring about how it continued to dampen with your tears. “But I really want you to come back. I need you, okay? I need you to protect me, and love me. And I need you to know that I wasn’t scared of you, and that I love you Alpha.“ your body went ridged as you felt his body jolt at your use of his title. You whipped your head up to meet his, large red eyes meeting your own.

“(Y/n)?” His voice was gruff, and quiet. But it made your heart leap with joy.

“Katsuki!” You wrapped your arms around his neck immediately and rubbed your face against his own, “Katsuki I’m so glad you're okay, I was so scared.”

“What are you doing? I thought-” He trailed off, looking away from you.

“I’m sorry, this is all my fault.” You apologized, continuing when he gave you a confused look. “I wasn’t scared of you, promise. I mean, I was scared, but not, of you.”

“The fucks that mean?” His crude words brought a smile to your face that quickly faded. You let out a long sigh and tried to relax your body as you dug into your memories.

“You know why I used to take all of those hormone medications right?” You asked, not wanting to dive right in. As if sensing the tenseness you were trying to conceal Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Cause your stupid fucking parents convinced you that there was something wrong with you even though that’s bullshit.” Bakugou moved his face into your neck and you briefly wondered if your scent had returned yet. His sure hadn’t, but it was improving slowly.

“Yeah, they really hate that I’m an omega. They really hate it. So much that they-“ A lump suddenly built up in your throat and blood rushed to your face. You really didn’t want to continue. The images that flooded your mind were almost too much to bare. The smoke, the flames, your parents unbothered faces…

“They destroyed your nest, didn’t they?” Bakugou growled, his skin heating back up like it was before, but this time out of anger. You just nodded, you didn’t want to make him upset, but he had to know the truth.

“The first time is when I was little,” you whispered, “but then when I presented at 13, they.. they,” Tears built up into your eyes. Bakugou’s scent now changed quickly as he worked to push out calming pheromones. It still took you a few moments to collect yourself, but he was patient with you. He almost always was. “They set it on fire.”

There was a few seconds of silence after you rushed through your words, but it was ripped through by a deep growl. Bakugou had growls so deep and feral that almost all that heard it had to fight their instincts to run away. Your alpha truly was one to be feared, but you just rubbed your cheek against his in an effort to calm him. You could tell without looking that his canines had extended and that his hackles had begun to raise all from how he began to grip you tighter. He was thinking, you could tell, of how to best respond.

The way of thinking your parents possessed had never made sense to him, even though he was extremely intelligent. Maybe it just meant that they were wrong, but you preferred to not think about it at all.

“So that’s why you freaked out, your omega panicked at the smell of an alpha near your nest because alphas had destroyed it before.” Bakugou spoke slowly, and through gritted teeth. You pulled your face back to get a good look at him, and you could tell how much he was repressing by the vein that made an appearance on his forehead. You simply nodded, hands coming up to cup his soft cheeks, fingers working out his tense expression by rubbing Small circles.

“Even though I realized it was you, after I smelled the smoke from your quirk. It was like I was back to being 13 again, being forced to watch as my own parents burnt my safe space. I was so lost in my own head that I forgot you were there, or that I was even there actually. But then I could just tell that you had taken off the courting bracelet and,,, I snapped back to reality. I thought you left because I was nesting.” You explained,

“That’s stupid.”

“I know, but I wasn’t thinking right, you know. I was so stuck in my own fear… I’m sorry that I caused all of this.” You sighed and dropped your hands back onto the bed, you wanted to just go back to your own bed and sulk, but Bakugou wasn’t letting you go anywhere anytime soon.

“Don’t you fuckin apologize, you got that! It’s not your fault and I wont have you apologizing for something so stupid, apologies are supposed to mean something damnit!” He was yelling now, but you could tell it wasn’t at you.

“You went into a depression, katsu, you could have died because of me.” You tried to explain. You had messed up, couldn’t he just accept that?

“I would die for you anytime Omega, Okay? So don’t worry your fucking peanut brain over anything,” you didn’t get a chance to counter him before he continued, “besides, I’m tired. I have to kill your parents and scent things for your nest later so I need my beauty rest.”

He turned the both of you to your sides and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh Bakugou had been so dearly missing since the day before.

“You’re not going to kill anyone.” You rolled both your eyes and yourself out of his muscular arms. A warning growl easily ignored by your much-too-used-to-him self left his mouth as you walked over to your clinic bed and grabbed at the blankets,

“What do you think you’re doing? Get back here.” You spun back to him immediately, bed covers stacked messily in your arms.

“Well you’re going to need a lot more than beauty rest Alpha, at least a few days for you to fully recover from your depression, and where better to recover than in your omegas nest?” You asked, a happy chirp following your question. Bakugous face reddened and he turned from you,

“I wont need days to recover, I’m not weak like that loser Deku.” He grumbled. You sighed and placed the bedding back on the mattress behind you.

“If you didn’t want to be in my nest, you could have just said so.”You put a teasing pout on your face. Sure, he was the alpha in your relationship, but you could play him like a deck of cards.

“I NEVER FUCKING SAID THAT YOU STUPID OMEGA.” He whipped back at you, canines bared. “Now get those blankets over here and let me scent them for your nest!”

You couldn’t help but let your smile take over your whole face. You really loved your Katsuki.

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lieutenant-simp · 3 years

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Stuck With Pity (2)

F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: definitely some PG-13 stuff. Cussing? Angst too but if has a happy ending this time.

Summary : After the whole fiasco in the elevator do you hash it out with Wanda or wallow in self pity. Only your friends can make you go and figure your shit out.

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A/N: I changed R from GN! to F! cause I wanted to. This was requested by one person, and you my friend will get what you ask for. Thank you for showing so much love to the first part too. ilysm. This was not proofread so take it as you will. Please leave me requests!!

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Sitting in the elevator the tears now falling freely from her eyes Wanda can’t even muster the strength to push the button to her floor. The look in your eyes when you looked at her broke her heart, and it’s all her fault. She knew that you valued privacy, everyone did, so why did she go in your head. She just sobs silently trying to think of how to fix this.

“F-FRIDAY, t-t-take me to m-my room” She can barely get the words out before she cries harder. The only thing going through her mind is you, the emotion on your face twisting her heart more and more when she looks at you. You’re friends, you tended to make you nervous, and now she understood why. She ruins everything with you, she went against your privacy, her reasons didn’t matter, she never got permission.

The doors open slowly and she barely makes it to her bed before collapsing again. Her mind, usually in order, to keep her powers under control, but right now she can’t think of anything but you and how she messed up. All her fears were coming true, you hated her.

Taking the stairs two at a time, desperately trying not to fall from your distorted vision. Reaching the stairs to your floor you feel as if you cannot even get the door open fast enough. Closing your it behind you fall to the floor. You curl up pulling your legs to your chest and resting your head on them. The tears running down, subsequently wetting your knees as you cry.

Wanda hates you now, that was your worst fear. Not only did she hate you but the utter pity she felt for you. It’s why you never opened up to any of the Avengers. You’re not helpless, you’ve saved their asses multiple times in countless missions, you are far from helpless. But when Wanda looked at you, you knew she thought you were, a lost puppy, and that’s why you never opened up to any of them. Especially her, you loved her and now she thinks you need saving.

The crying subsiding you stand slowly then walk to your bedroom, stumbling slightly before falling into bed, cuddling yourself up in your blankets, and turning on the tv. If you were gonna wallow, you might as well be comfy and warm. You laugh quietly when you pick the show you watch with Wanda, a sitcom from the 50s, the tears already threatening to spill from your eyes again. You breathe slowly trying to focus on the show. You just spent half an hour crying you are not doing that again.

You don’t even register the door opening until Steve says something.

“Hey Y/N/N” You gasp and reach for your gun by your bedside table before noticing who it was. “Just me, sorry sorry. I tried knocking but you didn’t answer and I was worried and-“ you cut him off with you shaking your head. “Well, we-I was wondering what was wrong? You seemed to like my breakfasts and I- Are you crying?”

You turn your head away from him, you didn’t want him to pity you too. Now everyone was going to think you were helpless. You didn’t want to be seen as a kicked puppy.

Steve seems to understand what happened, as he was really the only one who knew your crush on Wanda. “I saw the elevator got stuck, and you were in there with Wanda, is that it?” You cry more and Steve comes over to sit on the chair next to your bed. “I’m sorry, I- should I get Nat or something to come in I don’t know what to do I -“ You cut him off

“She hates me now” You look up at Steve who is surprised by your talking again. “She-she looked in my head and she saw that I liked her, and I know she doesn’t like me back. She looked like I was just some sick animal that needed her pity” Your voice edged with anger with every word spoken. “she hates me” okay back to sad and now you’re crying.

“Well” You look at Steve, who is confused about how to help you, “I can guarantee that none of us pity you because quite frankly you don’t need us. But if it makes you feel better, I cried yesterday” You look at him puzzled. “Well Bucky was out yesterday and he got me flowers and I cried when he gave them to me, they were the ones I told him were my favorite when we trained together before we were frozen. He remembered and I cried” You just look at him more confused now. “you said you didn’t want pity, well I gave you something that made me cry so we’re even. No pity from you when I said it so now you know there isn’t pity from me”

"You didn't see her, she looked like she hated me. She saw it and I don't want to be seen as weak, especially from her" You hear Steve sigh slightly.

"Look Y/N, if she pitied you, she would've done it a long time ago, you would've noticed sooner. She has never given you any indication that she thought about you that way. You've been her shoulder to cry on before as well, you never pitied her. This shouldn't change anything." You nod at his words trying to understand them. You feel your head trying to twist them and prove him wrong, but you know he's right. Deep down you know he is, but you would never dare tell him that, it will go straight to his ego.

You laugh softly “For an old guy who isn’t good with the ladies, you know just what to say don’t you”

He claps for back gently. “What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t” He removes his hand from your back, “I have to train now, but if you need anything from me, call me”

You laugh quietly, “Of course old man”

Wanda sits on her bed, the tears spilling from her eyes occasionally. She sits and watches a show, your show, the 50s sitcom you watch together. She wishes she could go back to when you first started watching it.

“Wandaaaa, you pick this time” You put the remote down and cross your arms.

“No Y/N, you pick I’m making the popcorn” Wanda stands in the kitchen grabbing drinks and indeed making popcorn.

“You put it in the microwave how hard can it be” you pout at her.

“Need I remind you of last weekend when you BURNT IT?!” You gasp slightly. Your face flushing.

“You promised to not bring it up again! As an apology, I accept you picking what we watch” You grin at her in triumph.

“Fine.” That was all she said before grabbing the popcorn and sitting down next to you. Not before grabbing your feet that sat at her end of the couch and putting them on top of her when she sat. Your mouth hangs slightly open, your feet are on her lap. Quickly gaining your composure, she hands you your bag of popcorn before eating a bite of her own. You smile at her softly.

“Thank you Ms. Maximoff” you nod your head slightly in appreciation. Before laughing at the groan Wanda gives you. She puts on a sitcom you haven’t seen before. It looks old. You hear Wanda gasp at you.

“It’s not that old, besides it’s good, you’ll like it” You grin sheepishly at her.

“Did you just read my mind ?” you ask laughing. “Ms. Maximoff how scandalous” She laughs at you.

“You think loud it is not my fault“ You grin at her a blush spreading across your face. You really did love her. And she loved you, you guys just didn’t know it yet.

Wanda sits on her bed, the show, your show, still playing, it's been an hour. Occasionally she’ll cry but it has mostly subsided, her thought however never strayed far from you, your face. Too lost in thought to hear her door being knocked on before a certain redhead slips in. Wanda only notices her company when she feels the bed dip down slightly.

"Hey, Nat" Wand gives her, her best grin. Her voice however hoarse and dry and it hurt to speak. "Wanda, we have been friends for a while now, I don't need to read minds to know that you're upset" She reaches out slightly to grab the other girl's shoulder. Wanda sighs softly, the tears already threatening to spill again.

“I- She hates me, Nat. She hates me. I-I read her mind and she hates me. I was trying to help her and then she looked at me and she was so upset with me and I know I shouldn’t have read her mind but I couldn’t help it. I don’t know what to do. All I seem to do is mess everything I love up. It’s only a matter of time before you leave too” Her words laced with anger at the last sentence. She looks up at Nat with tears in her eyes.

“Oh Wands. She doesn’t feel that what. You’ve read her mind countless times and she never reacted like this. You need to talk to her and- wait did you say that you loved her? Like in a friend way or-?” Wanda just buries her head in her hands.

“No, I love her. I just want to kiss her and tell her how much she means to me and I am always there for her and that she can always rely on me. She means everything to me” She groans “But I fucked it all up like I always do”

“Wanda, it’s okay. She very clearly feels the same way you just need to tal-“ Wanda glared at her

“You didn’t see her eyes, the way she looked at me, she hates me”

“Wanda, she doesn't hate you. she's in her room crying. Your her friend go help her. If you don't want her to actually hate you, go to her.” Wanda seems to nod as if she’s finally understanding. she stands abruptly.

She walks to the kitchen quickly grabbing the popcorn. Her anxiety rises every second that passes and she passes into the hall to the elevator. She waits patiently for it to reach your floor. She walks quickly to your bedroom door before she overthinks it too much and goes back to her room.

Her hand hovers over the door when it opens in front of her. Steve? He's coming out of your room, you guys were close I guess it makes sense but the little pit of jealousy is still there. Steve grabs Wanda arm gently before whispering in her ear

“Please don’t hurt her” Wanda can only nod before going in. She closes the door behind her. She looks at you and your eyes are red and swollen. You turn away from her.

“Why are you here?” It comes out as barely a whisper. If she wasn’t so focused on you she wouldn’t have heard it.

“I’m sorry, for going into your head. I just wanted to know what was wrong. I’m sorry for invading your privacy” You shake your head gently.

“No Wanda, that’s not why I’m upset” She looks at you, confusion written on her face. “I love you, and you don’t feel the same way. You looked at me, and you saw how much I cared for you and you felt bad. You- You pitied me and we’ve talked about how I feel about that before. You know I don’t want that, not from you. Wanda, you mean everything to me. I don’t want you to look at me as if I’m helpless though. I just, I care about what you think, I care about you. I know I’m rambling but I cannot go another day without telling you how I fe-“ You freeze, you feel soft lips on yours, Wanda's. You kiss back and wrap your arms around her waist. She kisses you gently.

“I love you too Y/N, I could never pity you, you’re so capable, and every day I’m jealous of how much you can do on your own” You smile at her.

“You mean that?” She shakes her head and you pull her in for another kiss. This one hungrier, rougher. You pull her on top of you, her legs move to straddle your hips. The food she brought was long forgotten. Her hands move to your hair pulling you closer. You pull back for air, the widest grin spreads across your face.

“You’re absolutely perfect” Wanda leans her head against yours. Before she kisses you back, pouring all her emotions into it. Your hands still resting at her sides. She stands slowly. “Stay please” She smiles at you.

“Of course Y/N/N, I wasn't planning on it” You smile and lean back onto your bed outstretching your hands. She laughs. She puts the popcorn she brought next to you as she climbs into your arms. Her head resting on your chest. “I love you too.”

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salazarslytherin · 3 years

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good to me (c.d x y/n)

requested: yes! i'm poppin off y'all [hi! i was wondering if you could do a cedric x reader smut with praise?] send in your own request here

summary: in which cedric shows y/n just how amazing she is

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cw/tw: SMUT, slight self-depracation, praise!kink, slight fluff

word count: 1996

a/n: sorry if this isn't that great :( i'm not really experienced with praise so i hope this is ok! enjoy :) also a warning, i dont proofread lmao :/

"Has anyone seen y/n?"

A series of 'no's sounded around the room, and Cedric frowned slightly. You'd disappeared without a trace after Charms, leaving the room without a word to Cedric. It was incredibly unlike you to do, and worried the Prefect immensely.

"Oh Diggory. I think I saw y/n a while back going towards the Astronomy Tower. I'm not sure if that's where she was headed, but you can check it out if you want."

Cedric thanked the sixth year, and ran off towards the tower.

⚔︎

You were, in fact, at the Astronomy Tower. It had grown to be one of your favourite places at Hogwarts – the view from the top was astonishing, and it held one of your favourite memories of your seven years there.

The spot was beautiful, staring straight at the full moon, and the room was illuminated by string lights on the walls, the soft winds wafting the smell of chocolates around the room. A blanket sat in the middle of the room, pillows adorning it with a plate of chocolate covered strawberries on the side.

"Ced, what's all of this?"

You laughed slightly as your eyes were uncovered by your best friend, focusing on the decorations around the room, before you turned around to see a sheepish smile on the Hufflepuff's face.

"I wanted to tell you something."

Cedric pulled out a rose from behind his back, biting his lip uncertainly as he held it out to you.

"Y/N, I really, really like you. Would you maybe be my girlfriend?"

⚔︎

Sitting on the very same blanket as that night, the tears that filled your eyes were there for a very different reason.

It wasn't that you were a bad student, in fact, you were excelling in quite a few of your classes. But charms, for some reason you could just never get the hang of it. The difficulty you faced in that class frustrated you to no end, and today had been the breaking point.

An essay that you'd worked on for ages – you'd skipped Hogsmeade weekends, quidditch games, dates with Cedric just to research it, had gotten a Poor.

Some might say you were overreacting, but it was your NEWTs year, and every single grade counted. So you locked yourself away in the tower, wallowing in the fact that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't do bloody Charms.

"Y/N? Are you here, love?"

Cedric ascended the stairs, just in time to see you turning away from him, tear-stained face and red eyes making his chest hurt.

"Hey, hey, hey! What happened baby?"

The boy ran towards you, muscular arms wrapping around you from behind, a kiss landing on the top of your head.

"Tell me please. Did someone hurt you? I will kill them. Well, maybe not kill. I'll curse them. Well. If they really did hurt you I may consider killing them."

You couldn't help a giggle that left your lips as you turned around, burrowing your head into Cedric's chest.

"No, it's nothing Ced. I just, didn't do very well for the charms essay. And I'm just so done with this. I'm so stupid, how could someone spend three weeks on an essay and still get a poor? I hate this. I hate myself."

As you ranted, tears started spilling out of your eyes again, dampening Cedric's shirt and causing a frown to grow on his face, his heart breaking at the sounds of your confession.

"Hey no stop that. You're not stupid at all darling. Why would you ever think that? You're so incredibly intelligent, and so incredibly amazing. Grades aren't everything Y/N/N, so please don't ever put yourself down over something like this."

Cedric's hands came up to cup your face, pulling you away from his shirt, wiping the tears away before he leaned down to give you a soft kiss.

"You're so beautiful Y/N."

Cedric began peppering kisses all over your face, kissing away the tears that remained, before trailing down your neck, maneuvering the two of you so you laid down on the blanket, Cedric hovering over you.

"Let me show you how much you mean to me. How amazing you are. How beautiful you are." You nodded, unable to speak as you stared at the boy above you, admiring his handsome features.

Cedric looked down at you with the same admiration, before leaning in to kiss your collarbone, slowly unbuttoning your shirt as he sucked a small hickey into your neck.

"I love you so much baby, don't ever think so poorly of yourself."

Cedric reached around you to unbutton your bra, removing the lace garment before reaching down to remove your skirt and your underwear.

"Let me take good care of you baby."

Cedric kissed up your thigh, reaching your pussy before placing a soft kiss on your clit, drawing a soft moan from you.

"You're so good for me Y/N, so good to me."

The vibrations on your clit drew more moans from you, which only got louder as Cedric pressed his tongue flat against you. Drawing it up and down your slit, Cedric grabbed onto your thighs, spreading them farther apart as you reached down to pull on his hair. Cedric's hand left your thigh, plunging one finger deep into your warmth as he moaned against your clit, sucking on it softly before drawing away, pumping his finger in and out of you, slowly and steadily.

"Such a pretty little pussy, so wet and tight. I love your pussy baby."

As Cedric traced his lips up your body, he slipped a second finger into your cunt, using his thumb to draw small circles on your clit. His lips landed on your tits, kissing and sucking on one after another, paying equal amounts of attention to each. A pit of fire began growing in your stomach, your pussy fluttering against Cedric's fingers, that began to pump in and out of you faster as he felt the sensations of your orgasm approaching.

"F-fuck, Ced, I'm going to cum."

Cedric moved up to kiss you, replacing the attack on your tits with his other hand, murmuring against your lips.

"Oh fuck yes, cum for me baby. I want to feel you cum on my fingers. Let me taste you."

Cedric's tongue slipped into your mouth, letting out a throaty groan as he felt you tight around his fingers, his erection growing harder against your thigh as your tongues danced, exploring every crevice of your mouth.

A moan left your body, your entire body thrumming as shudders ran throughout your body. Eyes closed and your toes curling, Cedric pulled away from you, his fingers pumping slowly as you ground down on them, admiring your body writhing, pride emulating from his very state at the thought of your pleasure, caused by him.

Cedric drew his fingers out of you as your eyes opened again, glazed by a sheen of post-orgasmic delight. He stuck the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them as he moaned.

"You taste so sweet baby."

His eyes opened, seeing a small smile on your face.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

Cedric's eyes trailed up and down your body, watching the way your chest heaved as his pupils dilated and darkened, growing impossibly harder.

Leaning down to plant a kiss against your lips again, Cedric murmured, "Are you alright to go again baby?"

You nodded against him, hands reaching down to unbuckle Cedric's belt and undoing his pants, pulling them down to leave him in boxers taut against his leaking cock.

He pulled the boxers down, balancing on his hands and knees above you. You reached down, grabbing hold of him, thumb spreading the gathered precum gently, drawing moans from the Hufflepuff prefect.

His hand replaced yours, lowering his pelvis and taking his cock into his own hand, rubbing the head of his cock slowly up and down your slit, the both of you moaning at the sensations.

Your hands moved to hold onto the boy's neck, drawing his face closer to yours as your eyes He sank into you, falling onto his elbows as his hand that previously gripped his cock flew behind your head, drawing you in for a kiss as he fully entered you.

"Oh fuck baby you're so tight. So good to me. I think I could die happy like this baby."

He stayed in you for a moment, burying his face into your neck before drawing his hips backwards to thrust into you. After a few short thrusts, he let out an animalistic groan into your neck, nipping at the tender skin before pulling out almost entirely, only to slam right back into you.

"Oh fuck, Ced!"

Your hands flew to grip onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, the marks that would remain sure to draw wolf whistles from his teammates during practice. His pace hastened, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing around the tower, putting you in a haze.

Cedric's hands gripped your hips as he moved back, his weight on his knees, a new angle that landed straight on your g-spot. You fell into a moaning mess, head spinning with pleasure as he drove thrust after thrust into you.

"So beautiful baby. I love you so much, do you know that?"

One hand left your hip to rub vigorous circles on your clit, your eyes rolling back as the amount of pleasure you felt skyrocketed. Cedric moaned at the sight of you – your back arching off the blanket, sweat glistening off your tits, your hands gripping onto anything you could.

Suddenly, Cedric pulled out of you, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness and the denial to your building orgasm. Your eyes shot open, glaring at the boy. He flipped the two of you over, making you sit on him.

"Ride me, Y/N. Let me see that pretty body in action."

You eagerly moved up onto your knees, the tip of Cedric's cock positioned right under your slit, poking in slightly, making the two of you moan. You sank down onto him, letting out a soft whine as you felt Cedric fill you up, a groan leaving his lips at the same time.

Once he was entirely inside of you, you lifted yourself up, and slammed yourself back down onto Cedric. His hands came to your hips, helping you move as you rode him. Your eyes shut at the sensation, feeling him deeper than ever at the moment, hitting spots you didn't know he could reach. The feelings of euphoria heightened as Cedric trailed his hand to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub with the same rhythm as the movement of your hips, making you cry out in shock and elation.

You felt your orgasm rising inside of you, the second of the night as the sensations grew, tears brewing in your eyes from how good Cedric felt inside you, how good he felt touching you.

"Are you gonna cum for me pretty girl?"

You nodded, the words unable to escape your lips that were too occupied with the words "Cedric" and "fuck". You tightened around Cedric, who moaned at the feeling, his cock beginning to twitch with the heat that began to pool in his stomach.

"Cum with me Y/N, let me fill you up."

With a final few thrusts, you came with a scream, Cedric following you slightly after, his hips never halting in their actions as he rode out his orgasm, your body growing limp from the exertion of the night.

He brought you down slowly, turning the two of you again so you laid down on the blanket beside him, before slowly withdrawing himself from inside of you, a small whine escaping you from the sudden emptiness you felt. Planting a kiss on your forehead, Cedric moved away the hair that had fallen onto your face, looking into your eyes with love and adoration.

"Feeling better?"

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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Leviathan's Odyssey 9 (End):

Isolation

*Lucifer is in the Student Council room collecting paperwork when he hears his phone go off… It seems like Barbatos is messaging him yet again... For the third time this week. Though he dreads whatever news it brings, Lucifer checks his messenger and lets out a long sigh when he gets his confirmation*

*Levi was sent home early… again. He hasn’t been present for a full day of classes in nearly a week and Barbatos is beginning to get on Lucifer’s case about it… Diavolo placed a lot of trust in the eldest to bring his brother under control, but it hasn’t exactly been very successful and his butler sees no problem with applying the pressure in his lord’s stead. Though he wouldn’t call this latest message a threat of expulsion, he can sense they’re getting dangerously close…*

*normally, Lucifer would wait for the day to finish himself before returning to the House and giving Levi a lecture, but that approach hasn’t been faring well… Though he loathes to be absent, who knows what trouble his brothers could get in, he sends his response to Barbs and goes to collect his things. He has been thinking up a few solutions to the “Leviathan Problem” and it’s about time he started enacting some, but first he needs to do some shopping*

*it isn’t hard for Lucifer to find what he was looking for in the shopping district and he makes it back to the House about an hour before classes would officially end. He already knows where Levi would be, he’s been nothing is not predictable since he first came home with them... In many ways, he still has the mindset of a combat survivalist. He quickly grew territorial of the room they gave him, he tries to grab as much food as possible at meals, and every new person or situation is treated with hostile skepticism... Their brother may be home, but he certainly isn’t “back." Not yet anyway...*

*when Lucifer ascends the steps to go to Leviathan’s room, he tries knocking on the door first. Levi had taken to making ridiculous entry passwords again, an encouraging sign, but that was mostly because Lucifer forbade him from issuing trial by combat to newcomers… Unfortunately, today there wasn’t any voice on the other side… Lifting the lock on the door is child’s play with just a little magic, so after giving his brother ample time to say something, Lucifer opens the door himself*

Lucifer: Leviathan? *he pokes his head in with a bit of caution, Levi could still be quick to lash out if caught off guard*

*Lucifer’s eyes scan the dimly lit room, with only the soft blue glow of the water tank behind a glass wall offering him any light. They discovered quickly that Levi’s skin would dry out at an alarming rate without some access to water. Their first fix was to give his room a bathtub that he could soak in, but due to its narrow size Lucifer eventually had an aquarium installed for him instead. He could climb in and out from a gap near the ceiling and it had more room for him to move around freely. That seemed to resolve the issue, but Levi still remained fond enough of the bathtub to keep it around*

*he half expected to find his brother in said tub, back to the doorway and trying to ignore him, but instead he sees a black figure curled up at the bottom of the water tank. He recognizes Levi, even in his newest form - or at least the form that they taught to him once he was on dry land. While in the ocean, Levi never needed to be rid of his gills or scales, they were practical for swimming but not so much for daily life. His new form kept his tail, horns, and patch of scales here and there, but it mostly allows him to pass as an average demon. He can maintain an even milder appearance without any of the extras, but he doesn’t seem to like it as much… He always complains of feeling “too small” without his tail*

*Lucifer steps into the room and closes the door behind him. Under all of that water, Levi probably didn’t hear him knock… Or maybe he did and didn’t feel like answering. He found it hard to pinpoint just what his brother could or couldn’t do anymore… When he gets into the room, he sets a white grocery bag he had been carrying on a nearby table. He’ll have to bring up its contents at the right time… He needs to speak to Levi first.*

*Lucifer goes to the glass wall and gently knocks his knuckles against it. The black bundle in the water stirs and Lucifer watches as Levi's tail slowly begins to unravel from his body... Soon enough, he’s looking his brother in the face but he doesn’t look very happy to see him… He rarely looks happy to see anyone frankly…*

*Lucifer points up to the edge of the tank and gestures to his ear, signaling that they need to talk. He’s almost surprised at how easily Levi obliges this time, pushing off of the aquarium floor and swimming up until he’s above the surface. After taking a gulp of air, he leans over the edge of the glass - seemingly unbothered by the droplets of water that cascade to the floor.*

Levi: What do you want, Lucifer?

*Lucifer tries his best to look stern, but not overly angry. Though Levi is far less dangerous inland than he was by the ocean’s shore, he’s no less irritable... If this conversation is going to happen, he’s going to need to keep his composure for a while longer*

Lucifer: Barbatos informed me of what happened today…

Levi: And?

Lucifer: Annnd, we’ve already been over this, Levi… You can’t keep stabbing your fellow students with forks.

Levi: If you gave me my trident back, then I wouldn’t need to use them.

*Lucifer groans a bit and fights the urge to rub the bridge of his nose… Of course he’s in a mood again…*

Lucifer: Don’t play games with me, Levi… You know what the real problem is here.

Levi: Yeah, it’s the stupid school! I hate going there...

Lucifer: Levi, Lord Diavolo was very gracious to offer you a place in his academy and a seat on the student council, no less. And being one of his military officers now also puts you in a position of great importance... Your actions reflect on him and his kingdom as whole-

Levi: I know all that already, I heard you the first time! *Levi leans his chin against the edge of the glass, but still doesn’t look any happier. To his credit, he has been trying to yell at his brothers less... So it’s not too surprising to hear his voice suddenly drop down to solemn whisper*

Levi: … You know what everybody calls me there? The “Fish Freak...” They say I smell like a beached whale… *Lucifer blinks at the revelation, because this is news to him*

Lucifer: Is that so…?

Levi: Everyday. And you know what else? They trip me in the hallway or throw my things in the fountain. Somebody even left a dead squid on my desk! *a familiar look comes into his eyes now, one burning of hatred - but this time not directed at brothers...*

Levi: They’re lucky I only have forks right now...

*a part of Lucifer wants to be fine with Levi sticking up for himself… The Demon World is a cruel and harsh place where intimidation is often the best answer. He and his brothers had to learn that the hard way… But Diavolo’s goals are peace and unity - the academy was even founded with that in mind… His students should be shying away from such barbaric tactics and the council has an example to set… As much as it pains him to say it, Levi’s actions are unacceptable…*

Lucifer: Tell me the students’ names and I’ll have them punished. I guarantee you that... *takes a deep breath to prepare for what he must say next…*

Lucifer: … But you can’t keep causing trouble like this, Leviathan. Lord Diavolo has a strict code of-

*Lucifer watches as Levi groans and lifts his head off the glass, though this time he looks more frustrated than enraged*

Levi: There you go again! Diavolo this and Diavolo that!! Don’t you ever think of anything else??

Lucifer: That’s Lord Diavolo to you, and of course I do. But this isn’t the Celestial Realm anymore, Levi, and we need to adapt to his rules. *Levi’s eyes narrow at him, seeing an opportunity to dig in the knife…*

Levi: There’s adapting and then there’s ass-kissing... Which are you doing, Lucifer?

*and like that, for just a moment, Lucifer wants to abandon the whole project. He wants to leave Levi to wallow in his tank and go back to more important matters... He wants to throw his gifts into the garbage and just forget he ever bought them! His anger must have been plain to see, because Levi looks almost regretful for a second as he pushes back from the glass*

Levi: … Yeah. I didn’t think so.

*with that, Lucifer watches his brother sink back underwater and return to the floor of his aquarium. He honestly has half a mind to just turn and walk away, at least until he sees Levi curl up on his side against the store bought sand. He draws legs into the fetal position and faces his back the glass wall, letting his tail once again curl around his body as he goes back to laying in the water… alone…*

*the lonely image is enough to bring Lucifer back to some sense… Had he really forgotten why he was there so easy? With a steadier mind, he gently places a gloved hand against the surface of the glass, watching Levi from behind the wall between them…*

*his brother fell from Heaven then had to survive on his own… when he came back, he not only found out that his family had been living like royalty, but they hadn’t even been out looking for him in a long time… Now he’s been ripped from the home he’d grown accustomed to and thrust into a culture he barely understood…*

*Was it any wonder he was struggling? Was it any better for him in the Devildom than it was beneath the sea? Would it have been better to just let him stay where he was comfortable…? These thoughts have plagued Lucifer for some time, but he wouldn’t dare break up his family now…*

*Maybe... Hopefully… Levi just needs an outlet to help him cope...*

*Lucifer knocks on the glass a second time, but it’s not an angry pounding or anything. Levi must not have expected that, because he actually looks back at him in mild surprise. Lucifer signals once more for him to get out of the water before stepping aside to grab the grocery bag from before. Intrigued, but cautious, Levi swims back up to the surface and pulls himself up to the edge*

Levi: … What’s that?

Lucifer: Something I bought for you. *Lucifer picks up the bag and goes back to the tank. Levi’s eyes widen slightly with shock*

Levi: You bought something… for me?? Why?

Lucifer: It’s something that I think you’ll like… I’m told it’s very entertaining and hopefully it has all the… violence that you’ve grown accustomed to...

*he digs into the bag and pulls out two things, a DVD box-set of something called “My Life as a Demonic Pirate Defeating the Seven Lords of Hell” and a paperback book with a cute looking mermaid on the cover under the same title*

Lucifer: Levi. Have you ever heard of something called anime?

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

#and that is how levi is grand admiral #and also an otaku #and lucifer had something to do with it #thank you for attending my 9 part ted talk #im so happy i finished it #i wasn't sure that i would #but im happy with the result #obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me fic #obey me scenarios #obey me hc #angst #tw: bullying

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falcqns · 3 years

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Medicine

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: You finally get drunk enough to admit your feelings to Henry

Warnings: smut, bodily fluids, swearing

A/N: my hand slipped omg. I was inspired to write this while listening to Medicine by Harry Styles and this is the result. Hope you enjoy!

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

you took another shot of vodka while eyeing Henry from where he was across the dance floor.

As usual, he was completely oblivious to the horde of women basically throwing themselves at his feet. Like, come on, he had to know how attractive he is, right?

Treat you like a gentleman

His eyes met yours from where he was standing, and he gave you a charming smile, which you very reluctantly returned.

Sure, you had a crush on him. Who didn't?

You, however, considered yourself unlucky because you had to work with him everyday, which didn't help your feelings.

You downed a shot once more, before tearing your eyes away from Henry and scanning around the room for others you knew.

To your surprise, you didn't see anyone else that you knew.

Fucking of course, you thought to yourself.

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

As you swallowed one more shot, you made a decision.

You were tired of him not knowing how you felt. You were tired of feeling jealous watching him flirt with other females and desperately wishing that was you.

So, instead of wallowing in your own pity, you decided to do something about it.

You stood up, and walked towards him. You cut through the horde of women, and right past him. You smiled and traced your hand from his right pec to his bicep, eyes locked on his blue ones.

I think I'm gonna stick with you

You felt his eyes follow you to where you were walking towards the bathroom.

You were getting to him.

Here to take my medicine, take my medicine

You checked your makeup in the mirror before pulling out for phone.

You opened messages and began to compose a message to your best friend.

‘I’m making a move tonight,’ is all the message said, knowing your best friend would understand the context.

In reality, she was supposed to come with you, but ended up not being able to take the weekend off of work to fly out to England to be with you. So, you’d settled for updating her through text.

She texted back almost immediately.

‘thank god, its only been a year and a half,’

You laughed and typed out a response before dropping your phone back into your pocket.

‘I'll let you know how it goes,’

Rest it on your fingertips Up to your mouth, feeling it out Feeling it out

Henry was waiting for you as you exited the bathroom. He had that annoyingly charming smile on his face again.

“Can we dance?” Was all he said, giving you his hand. You nodded, and accepted, allowing him to lead you away from the bathrooms and onto the dance floor.

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

His hands wrapped around your waist, and tour hands landed on his shoulder.

Your eyes connected as another song started. You didn't know what one, but you could feel the melody pulsing through the spaced between yours and Henry’s bodies, almost acting as a magnet.

Henry pulled you closer, so you were flush against him, and you tried to ignore the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you tasted

Henry dropped his mouth to graze against your ear, and he breathed out the lyrics to the unknown song, sending a shiver down your spine.

As the music grew, so did your need for him.

Was it from the multiple shots you took, or was it from Henry himself? You had no idea, but suspected it was the latter.

You dropped your head slightly to give him access to your neck, hoping he’d get the message.

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it We're getting dizzy

His head dropped to your neck, and inhaled your scent before letting out a breathy moan.

His hands tightened on your back and tried to pull you closer, which caused even more arousal to pool in your panties, if that was possible.

“Fuck, you kill me,” He rasped.

The only thing that came out of your mouth was a moan.

“I’ve been dead since I met you, Hen.” You teased, and watched as his eyes darkened.

He tightened his grip on your hips even more, and began to grind his hips into yours.

You felt his erection straining through his dress pants, so much so that you were amazed the pants hadn't ripped yet.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

His mouth moved from your neck to you ear.

“Will you let me take you home?” He grunted out. “Because if we stay like this any longer I’m going to end up Fucking you right here on the dance floor.

You're entire body trembled and groaned in response.

“Fuck, of course,”

He grabbed your hand pulled you toward the door. The two of you didn't bother saying goodbye to anyone, your need for each other too urgent.

As soon as his white BMW was in reaching distance, you were pushed up against it.

His hands roamed your body, and his mouth nipped at your neck.

You let out a strangled yelp of pleasure, and attempted to grind against him, desperate for pleasure, but he stopped you.

“My place or yours?” He purred.

“Yours,” You said without hesitation. His place was bigger, and closer, and wasn't right beside a nursing home after all.

Tingle running through my bones

His left hand never left your thigh. It stayed there, warmth spreading through your body from it, squeezing your thigh.

You eventually placed your hand on top of his, and stroked the veins popping out.

You saw him let out a small smile as you traced the veins, his eyes still focused on the road.

As soon as his house came into view, he was unbuckling yours and his seatbelts, very eager for the events about to unfold.

The car was parked, and turned off. You and Henry all but jumped from the vehicle before your hands were all over each other once more.

The boys and the girls are in

His hands came to rest underneath your bum, and you were lifted up. You wrapped your arms around his neck for stability.

Your centre was pressed against his, and your breasts were pressed just under his chin, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin.

He carried you in the house, and into his room, before laying you in the bed. He shrugged his jacket off of his body, allowing it to fall to the floor, before he reached to free your sore feet from the stilettos you had decided to wear that night.

Not that he was complaining, your legs looked fucking incredible.

He kicked his dress shoes off before climbing on the bed with you.

I mess around with him

He positioned himself above your body, his right leg pushing your two legs apart, his arms coming to rest on either side of your head, and his mouth firmly attached to yours.

He kissed you hard, before swiping your bottom lip. You immediately opened your mouth, and his tongue was swirling around yours in seconds.

He rolled onto his side, then to his back, pulling you with him so you were straddling his hips.

You splayed your hands over his pecs to give yourself some leverage, before you thrusted your hips against his, eliciting a desperate moan from both you and Henry’s lips.

“Fuck,” He exclaimed shakily, his hands gripping your waist and hold g you down against his erection. “If you don't stop, I’m going to cum right here.” You smiled down at him softly, teasing him. “Isn’t that what you want?”

He groaned before pushing his right hand underneath your dress material and onto your mound that was currently covered by your lace panties, which were the same colour as your dress.

And I'm okay with it

His hands moved over your hips, and trailed up your back to the zipper of your dress.

He looked you dead in the eyes, searching them with his for consent.

“You want this?” He asked slowly.

You moaned out, and ground your hips into his hand, attempting to make him feel how wet you were. “If I didn’t, would I be this wet?”

Henry cried out, and zipped your dress before pulling it over your head. The second your arms were freed from the fabric, your fingers were working to undo all the buttons on his dress shirt.

Moments later, the rest of his clothes, along with your remaining lingerie were thrown on the floor, and Henry had flipped you over once more.

He pressed another hard kiss to your lips before trailing them down your neck, littering hickies across your skin.

His hands spread your thighs apart even farther, and his eyes met yours, before he dove into you, licking, and sucking.

“FUCK!” You sobbed out, and his tongue swiped over your clit over and over again.

Your hands flew to his head, and you tugged on his brown curls as he continued his assault on your pussy.

Just as you felt your climax approaching, he pulled his mouth away, and came back to hover over you once more.

His hand was fisted around his hard cock, as he stroked it back and forth.

“You ready?” He asked, and you nodded, spreading your legs apart even more to show how you were dripping for him.

He whimpered at the sight, and slowly eased himself in.

The two of you immediately cried out at the sensation. Henry bottomed out moments later, and you begged him to move.

“Fuck, Henry, please move.” You begged, grinding your hips against is.

You watched as a shutter pulsed through his body, before began to move.

I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

His head fell to your shoulder as his hips rolled into yours.

You gripped your hands on his back as he slid in and out at an alarming speed.

His lips brushed your ear with every thrust, pouring moan after moan directly into your ear.

“You’re such a good girl. My good girl.” He cooed into your ear.

“Wanted this so long,” You sobbed out, and Henry moaned back in acknowledgement.

“S-same. Holy fuck.”

You hooked your right leg around his hip and flipped so you were on top, before moving yourself off of him slightly and then slamming yourself back down on him.

“FUCK!” He shouted, and his hands started their journey your hips before you stopped them.

You gripped his wrists' and pinned them above his head.

“I’ve wanted this longer, let me have my fun,” You grunted at him, as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Now it was his turn to sob. “B-baby, please,”

You ground your hips into his before resuming your harsh pace on top of him, and crying out.

“So close,” You cried. He growled and threw his head back.

“S-same baby. Oh god,” He groaned. “Fuck, you gonna come on my cock?” “YES!” you sobbed out, and he continued to talk.

“Fuck yeah you are, baby, fucking come all over me,”

And with that, your orgasm ripped through you, and you came with a scream on top of him.

He flipped you over and pushed himself all the way inside of you, before stilling, and filling you up with his release.

And when I sleep I'm gonna dream of how you ride it

He pulled out of you with a grunt, and laid beside you. He pulled you into his arms, and the two of you drifted off to sleep in the afterglow.

Just before you fell asleep, however, you remembered the name of the song I the club.

it was Medicine by Harry Styles.

#henry cavill #henry cavill smut #henry!holmes #harry styles #medicine #smut #oops #myhandsslipped

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rostovs-lover · 3 years

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ah-leet

din djarin x reader | pregnancy, considerable amounts of self doubt, pregnancy symptoms, mentions of something bad happening | gender neutral reader | fluff with a small side of angst | wc. 1252

this was an adorable request and much appreciated! as someone who knows nothing about pregnancy and never desires to experience one i hope i did this justice, enjoy!

@dancingwiththeplanets : mando x pregnant!reader where she's scared to tell him cause theyre not married and living a stable life but when finally tell's him (when she's basically already showing cause she put it off so long) he's so overjoyed.

The Child seems to catch on to the fact that you’re pregnant about the time you do but with pesky bounties and the weight of everything bad that could happen you can’t seem to find the words to tell Mando.

Aliit (ah-LEET) is the mando’a word meaning family or clan

You’d lend the discovery to The Child, the little monster and his strange connection to anything that allowed him. He had begun to act strange at the same time you began to feel strange. It was as if he was instinctively drawn to whatever maternal essence radiated from you. You were, in fact, pregnant. You knew, even without any solid evidence; it was more a feeling, an awareness that ebbed its way into your conscious telling you you were with child.

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it began, it crept in like ivy, taking over your thoughts. Being a healer you knew the symptoms, morning sickness; cravings; high emotions; missed menstrual cycles; so on. So perhaps that's what drew you, toting Din’s tiny green terror, to someone more trained - a midwife on a desert planet where Mando had to hunt a bounty.

It was on that same planet, one whose name Din neglected to tell you, that you experienced the brunt of the dreaded illness. The name, morning sickness, was deceiving, it came at all hours, hitting particularly hard in the evening. It was miserable, terribly so, and with your beloved companion off stopping some injustice you had to go it alone. And despite how badly you wanted to tell him when he returned you couldn’t. At first, you were simply too tired, with too little drive to say anything more than a small ‘hello’ when he first arrived. But after, when you felt more kin to something living it didn’t seem right, you couldn’t find the words.

It had spun out of control after that, every time you planned out how exactly you would give Din the news you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. There were so many reasons, and despite your rationalization, you weren’t able to bring yourself to do it. Boiled down, this was terrifying and the thought of what could happen to your baby nagged at you incessantly. It was limitless, Din’s job was dangerous; your job was dangerous. How could you raise a child on this ship, in this environment? How would The Child react to your child; how would the birthing process go? And of course, the sickening worry at the back of your mind, what if something happened to you or Din? It was always a concern, of course, but more with a baby. Where would it go, what would become of it? Din had been lucky when he was orphaned, being rescued by the Mandalore, but chances of that happening to every misfortune stricken child? Almost nonexistent. It petrified you, the thought of your child being all alone in the world, defenseless and without anyone to care for them. Even worse, it could happen. It did happen, more frequently than you’d like to acknowledge.

Time was quickly running out, and Din’s knowledge of his child's mere existence would have to be put into the open eventually. You had been throwing things in front of the inevitable for months, three to be precise, and now you had begun to show. Not very much, just slightly, but you could tell.

“Are you still awake?” Din asked, visor still straight forwards, facing the never ending expanse of space in front of him. He was, in fact, the pinnacle of grace and composure and you admired him for that. Everything he did was elegant, words spun like prized poetry and steps confident and calculated. The time you had watched him thrust his blaster into the face of a stormtrooper it viewed like a meticulously crafted ballet.

You drew your thoughts from how all encompassing he was to properly respond, “Yes, but I’m not sure that your The Child is,”

“That's fine,” He flicked a few switches, “He's been a terror all day, it’ll be good if he sleeps.” Something clicked loudly and the ship began to start to do things on its own accord, Din turned towards you, “Bed?”

You nodded softly, “Sounds wonderful,” Standing you offered a hand to him, which he took in kind, pulling himself up and tugging you into him. Despite the hard beskar and cool leather, there was still something so warm and lovely about him. Din carried an energy of fervour and homeliness but it wasn’t something he willingly exposed. You had to dig and break away his walls but it was there. And now it enveloped you completely, sucking you into him and his arms and the smell of blaster residue that clung to his armour.

“Are you alright?” Din asked softly, taking your face in his hands to draw your eyes to his visor.

“Just fine Mando. Tired, that's all.” You gave him and gentle smile and patted at his wrist.

He made a soft sound, something of a sigh, and rested his forehead against yours, “I’m not convinced but I do have full confidence you’ll tell me when you’re ready. I trust you.” There was a lull as you wallowed in the presence of each other, “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum,”

“I love you,”

The Child squirmed between you, making a noise of annoyance, clearly looking to be tucked into his pod.

Din gathered the grumpy bundle, “You go get to bed, I’ll put it down.” He shooed you off to the sleeping quarters.

You hadn’t been in bed very long before Din came. In the pitch black of the room, you heard him begin to discard his clunky armour. His helmet was set under the bed and the sheets shuffled as he settled in next to you. You curled into him, nosing into the space where his shoulder met his neck. His skin was soft and you could feel a few strands of hair brush against your forehead. One of his hands began to trace the length of your spine and he felt like home. This was where you felt the safest, with Din, who you had surrendered yourself to and who had done the same in return. He was safety. And as you lay, body tangled with his, you realized the weight of this thing. The baby, that was. His baby. Your baby. The life forming in you, being kindled and nourished by your body.

“Din?” It was a mere whisper, barely audible with the sound of space rushing around you.

“Yes, cyar’ika?”

You gathered a bit of composure and whatever dignity you could muster, “How do you feel about children?”

You felt him shrug, “The kids fine, I like him. I guess I haven’t been around many children, it’s not really in the line of work.”

“I’m pregnant.”

It felt like all the air in the room got ten degrees hotter. He pulled back from you and the fragile sense of worth you had plastered to yourself began to crack. You hadn’t even considered the possibility that he wouldn’t want this, maybe he despised the thought of having kids.

His hands were soft, pressing to your face as if he could hold you together just by that, “You’re... Is it- I mean I’d assume but, and are y-” He took and breath, “You’re going to have my child?”

“Yes Din, your child,”

Something similar to a laugh left him and he darted down to pepper your face in kisses, “This is… incredible? I don’t know what to say-” He kissed you softly on the mouth, “Thank you,”

You snorted, “I can’t take all of the credit, you played a pretty big part too,”

“Aliit,” He whispered, and thought you could detect a soft sniffle, “Family, our clan.”

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #mando #mando x reader #mando imagine #din djarin #din djarin imagine #din djarin x reader #lennie writes

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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alternative medicine | chubby!bucky x reader

just a cute fluffy oneshot and chubby daddy bucky making you feel better!

word count: just over 1k

warnings: smut (oral, f receiving), dd/lg undertones/themes, daddy kink, headaches??? that’s really it. it’s just cute and fluffy.

You were curled up under the covers, whimpering as you wallowed in the way your brain felt like it was threatening to bust out of your skull. The warm orange sun of dusk didn’t help with your headache either, only adding to your building nausea, so you had managed to get up to shut the blinds only to immediately crawl back in bed to lay in the dark.

Anywhere from ten minutes to three hours later-- whatever part of your brain processed the passage of time was affected by this headache-- you heard the doorknob turn as Bucky arrived home.

“I’m home!” he announced when he stepped in the door. “Babydoll, where are you?”

You weakly groaned to indicate your location, but couldn’t manage much more than that. You heard him come into the room and sigh as he sat down on the bed.

“Where’d my happy girl go?” he asked with concern, laying beside you. “Normally you jump up to come say hi when I get home. Now I’m worried you’re upset with me.”

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” you sighed, “I’m happy you’re home… I just don’t feel very good…”

“Oh, baby,” he pouted, “I’m so sorry. Where does it hurt, beautiful?”

“My head,” you informed him.

“I can kiss it to make it better,” he offered with a smile. You smiled too, nodding quickly. He placed a quick peck to your forehead.

“Did it work?” he asked when he pulled back. You thought for a minute and shook your head, still feeling that dull ache. “I’ll have to try again,” he resolved, leaning in one more time and placing a longer, more thoughtful kiss to your forehead-- and another to your temple for good measure. “How about now?”

“It’s helping,” you concluded, “but my neck is sore too, I think I slept on it wrong.”

“I can kiss that to make it better, too,” he grinned, slipping a little lower to kiss the back of your neck.

“Thank you, Daddy,” you mumbled, letting your eyes flutter shut.

“Is that everything?” he asked softly.

“My tummy hurts too…” you admitted, feeling a little greedy but knowing that your Daddy was always patient and eager to take care of you.

He slipped down even further, gently moving you onto your back and laying down so his face was right by your stomach. He slowly pushed up your shirt, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake as they tickled your skin. Looking up at you through his eyelashes, he places delicate kisses one-by-one to your tummy. You looked back down at him, and there was just something about the way his big rough hands were pressed against your back, and the way he was looking up at you with a twinkle in his blue eyes, and the way he was kissing you with such slow and meticulous precision.

“Daddy…” you sighed, squirming a little underneath him. He was laying between your legs and if you moved just right, you felt his chest rubbing against your core. It made you shiver and bite your lip.

“What is it baby?” he asked, and you couldn’t tell if the innocence was an act or not.

“I feel funny,” you admitted, your cheeks starting to heat up a little.

“Where?” he pressed with a little smirk.

“Down there,” you explained nervously.

“I can kiss it to make it better,” he offered, voice darker than the first time he said it.

“Yes, please,” you begged, already sounding like you were moaning. He smiled as he started to kiss his way down your stomach, moving lower and lower while he slipped his fingers under the elastic of your shorts and panties. He pulled them both down slowly, stopping his kisses only to take them all the way off and hook your legs onto his shoulders.

He kissed over your inner thighs, up and down until you were gripping the sheets to stop yourself from getting impatient and begging him to give you the ‘special kisses’ (as you called them) that you craved.

Finally, finally, his mouth latched onto your bud while his tongue darted out to tease your opening.

“Daddy!” you yelped, accidentally bucking your hips up into his face. He grinned and pushed them down, holding you still.

“Baby,” he scolded playfully, “if you move I won’t be able to make it feel better. Stay still, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” you nodded, “it just feels so good…”

But he was already back to work, licking wide stripes through your folds, focusing on your clit and occasionally rubbing circles around it with the very tip of his tongue. You struggled not to squirm but managed to keep it together-- you wanted to be his good girl, after all. It didn’t take very long at all for that telltale coil of pleasure to start to tighten in your gut.

“Daddy,” you warned him breathlessly, “‘m close, ‘m gonna come-- please, Daddy, can I?”

He nodded, not stopping his task to give you a verbal response. When he used his hand to pull the skin of your clit aside so that he could attack your bud directly, your whole body jerked and your hands shot down to grab his hair.

You felt him smile against you, continuing to overload your body with pleasure. Your eyes watered with the intensity of it, moans pouring from your lips before you could stop them.

When you came, you got really quiet, unintentionally holding your breath as the pleasure wracked your body. He kept sucking your clit all the while, his own soft little moans finally audible against the silence. As soon as you were able to breathe again, you were gasping and kicking and trying to push his head away to avoid the near-painful stimulation on your sensitive body. He pulled back with a deep breath and a bemused grin, his lips wet with your come as he kissed up your thigh again.

“Did that help, babydoll?” he asked, sultry and low.

“Help with what?” you replied innocently, still trying to catch your breath.

“Your headache,” he laughed.

“Oh, right,” you giggled. “I almost forgot. Yeah, it’s gone now.”

“Good,” he purred, sitting up and starting to work open his belt, “cause what I’m about to do to you would’ve made it worse.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #daddy!bucky x reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 3 years

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Escape Plan

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings and other Characters: Enzo St. John x Reader, Damon Salvatore

Requested: Can I pretty please have an angsty Enzo fighting to protect reader?Against literally anything I just need to read Enzo being protective over me. -@hellotvshowtrash

Word count: 5K

Warnings: Charcter death, canon typical violence/blood and gore with detailed torture.A bit of episode rewritee. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of Rape, mentions of suicidal thoughts, and dark thoughts of death.

Author’s note: I am nervous about this one guys. Just because of the details this one contains. If you thought Out of Time hurt, this one is worse. Please read this one at your own risk. Exit the fic if at any point in time something becomes too much for you. ONLY YOU CAN MANAGE YOUR TRIGGERS. PLEASE DO NOT COME AT ME LATER FOR ANYTHING AFTER READING THIS. YOU CHOSE TO READ IT, DESPITE THE WARNINGS AND THAT IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. Know your limits and I wont hold it against you guys to skip this one. I’d say happy reading, but I’m not sure that will be the case with this one.

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future fics!

Enzo sat and watched as his captor brought in another vampire into the cell next to him. For as long as Enzo had been locked away by Dr. Whitmore, he had seen plenty come in, just as he was seeing now. Not many of them survived and seeing a new face that wasn’t his beloved or even his captor’s had been refreshing.

His hand ran over his face as he watched the new comer groan after being tossed into the cell. He stopped himself from speaking, only for a moment, unsure of how to start the conversation. They were trapped there, it wasn’t going to hurt to add an acquaintance to the mix.

“Welcome.” Enzo began. He watched as the man looked over in his direction. “Dr. Whitmore never gets tired of watching us vampires heal, but he gives us one glass of blood per day, just enough to keep us alive. Pick yourself up soldier.” There was something in Enzo’s words that the man got himself up off the floor. Both of them move towards the small opening between cells. Enzo stuck his hand through the bars, offering it to the man. “My name’s Enzo.”

“Damon.” Damon said as he gave a nod of his head before looking around. “How long have you been here?”

“Ten years.” Enzo stated as he kept his eyes on Damon.

“And you haven’t tried getting out of here?” Damon questioned. He was curious as to how anyone would allow themselves to be locked in here that long without trying to fight their way out.

Enzo chuckled. “Believe me, I’ve tried several times to get out of here. But they have their ways of getting me to stay put.” He looked through the bars to see down the hall.

He had been waiting for that door to open for hours now. Some of those that worked for Whitmore walked in there time and time again, but he was waiting for one person to come out. Even when the doors had opened up with them dragging Damon out, Enzo had hoped it had been someone else they were dragging out.

“You know someone that is in there right now.” Damon observed and Enzo nodded.

“Her name is Y/N.” His eyes never left the door. “Before I met her, I would have easily fought my way out of here and left anyone behind to save my own skin.”

“The woman that was unconscious in there.” Damon remembered seeing a woman on another table in the same room as him. While he had been screaming from the pain, she had been out through it all. Damon huffed. “How long have you known her?”

Enzo sighed at Damon’s words. He knew when Dr. Whitmore took Y/N, it was for extended periods of time. Even he was never back there that long and he hated every moment she was gone. Their experiments weren’t even close in comparison. Even now, Enzo wondered what Whitmore had planned for Y/N.

“I’ve known her for a little over fifteen years now.” Enzo nodded his head as his eyes turned back towards Damon.

“How did you two end up here?” Damon wanted to know anything he could to hopefully find a way out of there. There was no way he was just going to be used as someone’s test subject for as long as they had been. Damon didn’t have anyone holding him back like Enzo did.

“Whitmore was working at a Battlefield hospital in Europe during WWII. Y/N had been a nurse there while I was a soldier out in the very battlefield she was helping.” Enzo began.

“Let me guess,” Damon interrupted. “That’s where you met Y/N.”

Enzo chuckled, but shook his head. “No, by then I had known her for a few years. Though I wonder how things would have been if I met her at that point instead of how I met her.”

“It must have not been that bad of a first meeting if you two had been friends before being sent here.” Damon shrugged.

Enzo’s eyes moved to the door down the hall and back. “When I met Y/N it wasn’t by what one would call normal circumstances.” Enzo could clearly remember the night that he had met Y/N.

Y/N had been walking home late one night after her shift. Parts of her uniform had been stained in blood from the patients she had been helping all day. Before she left her station, many had tried giving her a ride home and even offered to walk her home. But Y/N had believed it to be unnecessary. She had only lived down the street and she was sure she’d make it home safely.

She had never been more wrong in her life. Fear flooded her senses as she heard the footsteps behind her. The sound of the shoes hitting the pavement with each step had been extremely loud in her ears with each quick step she took. With the increase in her pace, the increase in the footsteps followed.

Enzo hadn’t been far when he heard a woman’s scream. With war raging around them, he hadn’t been sure of the cause of the scream. Part of him believed he shouldn’t even be bothered by the scream. That it was becoming routine to hear them as he traveled through this part of town.

At least that was until his ears picked up on her cry for help numerous times.The desperation in her voice had Enzo running towards the sound. When he found the source, a rage filled him in a way he was sure he had never felt before.

The woman had been trying as hard as she could to fight off her attacker. But it seemed useless. And in her current state, Enzo knew he couldn't just leave her.

"This is definitely not a way to treat a lady." Enzo said as he grabbed a hold of her attacker and tossed him against the nearest wall.

The sickening crack of bone hitting brick filled the air the moment his body made contact. While something was surely broken, it hadn't stopped the man from attempting to get up. But before he fully could, Enzo was on him instantly, sinking his fangs into the man, ripping his throat out. The screams that came from the man as he died were like music to his ears.

When he turned around, he found the woman curled up in the corner of the buildings that surrounded her. Her eyes were wide as they landed on Enzo. He quickly moved to clean the blood off of his face, not wanting it there as he tried to help her from there. Fear was evident in them as he took careful steps towards her. But the whimper that left her lips caused him to stop and place his hands up.

"I'm not gonna hurt you." He promised, not making any movement towards her. "I am here to help."

He watched as her lips trembled as her eyes went from him to the body that laid on the ground not too far from him. He could see the wheels turning in her head and he couldn't blame her. Not after what she had just experienced.

"I assure you, my intentions are only to get you somewhere safe." He watched as she nodded her head slowly before he even thought to take a step towards her. Before he did, he removed his jacket quickly, to use it to help cover her in some way. "My name is Enzo."

"Y/N." She whispered as he approached her and handed her his jacket. She took it quickly and covered herself.

"Alright, Y/N." He said giving her the smallest of smiles. "Why don't we get you somewhere you feel safe and I'll help you in any way I can."

Y/N only nodded her head in an answer before Enzo easily picked her up off the ground. And just as he promised, he had taken her to where she felt the safest.

"Her attacker had been a soldier. And while she knew that, it didn't change her mind about wanting to help the wounded. I turned her not long after that night." He said as he looked over at Damon. " I had been visiting her when Dr. Whitmore realized what we were. He drugged Y/N first, using her to lure me over. Any other time I would have walked away, but I couldn't leave her behind. I had fought to get her free but I ended up in a shipping box shortly after. Before we knew it we were here."

Before Damon could even voice anything about what he just learned, the door down at the end of the hall opened once more. This time, Dr. Whitmore came in dragging an unconcious Y/N with him. He quickly opened Enzo’s cell and tossed her in before closing it after and leaving completely.

Out of instinct and routine, Enzo was by her side in seconds. She looked bruised in places that her own blood hadn’t healed just yet. While she was still out, he carefully moved her over to the otherside of the cell.

“You really do care for her.” Damon observed out loud.

“She’s the only person that refused to abandon me.” Enzo said as he sat down beside Y/N, his fingers running along her cheek. “On one of our attempts to get out of here, she was almost free, but she risked it to come back for me and it failed. That was when Whitmore started using her for his more in depth experiments.”

“And how do you propose we attempt to get out this time?” Damon asked as he sat down by the bars of the cell.

"When the opportunity presents itself." Enzo said as he looked from Y/N to Damon and back to her. This time he'd do anything to make sure Y/N made it out.

_____

4 years later.

"We've got a plan." Y/N said as she sat down next to the bars to see Damon.

Enzo had been taken by Whitmore for his daily dose of torment, leaving Y/N and Damon left to wallow in helplessness as they usually did. At least that was until an idea popped into her mind.

"What have you been cooking up in that head of yours?" Damon asked as he walked over to sit as close to her as possible with a thick wall between them.

Over the last few years, the three had become close. As close as anyone can be in this particular situation. Damon could see why Enzo loved her. He would move mountains if it meant she'd be safe.

She had grown on him and he soon began to care for her. In a way that one would care for a sibling. He befriended Enzo and Y/N through the darkness of their situation.

Damon had watched a few times where Enzo would attempt to fight Dr. Whitmore about taking Y/N. But it always ended the same way. Y/N would still be taken while Enzo got an injection full of vervain.

"The New Year's Eve party." Y/N said with a nod. "That's our best chance."

"How?" Damon asked with a raised brow. "We're usually drugged up for those things."

"Enzo and I talked about it while you were gone." She began. "We think you should start drinking our rations. Build up your strength. By the time the party comes around, you will be able to help get us out of here."

"Why me?" He asked curiously. "While I would appreciate the increased intake of blood, why couldn't one of you two do it?"

"Come on, Damon." She shook her head slightly. "You know us. If something happened to either one of us, the other might do something stupid." That had caused both of them to chuckle. "Plus, Whitmore drains me daily. Why waste perfectly good blood when I'll be drained of my own shortly after."

Over the years, they learned that Y/N was special to Whitmore. Whatever he was doing for experimental purposes, Y/N was his go to. It was why Enzo was having a harder time recently letting Y/N be taken away.

They argued about it when they were in the cell together for long periods of time. Y/N would tell Enzo that he needed to try and stop. She hated seeing him so weak because of her. The man that had looked devilish the first time she saw him, had been replaced over time by someone else’s doing.

“You’re right.” Damon sighed as he nodded. “Plus they don't have anything against me to keep me in my place.”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/N said with a smirk pulling at her lips. “So tonight when we get our rations, you’ll also get mine or Enzo’s. That way you can sneak under the radar at some point.”

“How exactly is that supposed to happen if I get sliced and diced every few days?” Damon asked.

“That’s the thing. In order for this to work, it’s gotta be me and Enzo getting ‘sliced and diced’ the most.” She noted.

“He’s not going to like that.” Damon said, giving her a knowing look.

“Actually, it was his idea.” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. “This will work Damon. And then when we are out of here, you’ll get to see your brother.”

A small smile pulled at Damon’s lips at that. “That is something to look forward to.”

Over the course of the year, Y/N and Enzo had been taken the most for Whitmore’s experiments. Each day that they got their rations, Y/N and Enzo would alternate giving Damon theirs. There were several times that Enzo had given up his multiple times in a row because he refused to let Y/N be any weaker than she had been.

And with each day that passed, Damon grew stronger. It had gone unnoticed by Whitmore with how much time he had been spending with Y/N recently. As the time dwindled down, it was Y/N that was gone for hours to days. That was when Enzo worried the most.

Enzo paced the cell the night before the New Year’s Eve party. Y/N had been gone for two whole days by that point. Even when the lights had gone out at night, or even when the rations came in for them to be fed, she was never brought back to the cells.

“She’s never been gone this long.” Enzo noted as he continued to pace.

“Easy, Enzo.” Damon said as he watched Enzo’s feet go back and forth between the bars of the cells. “She said Whitmore had plans for her for tomorrow night. This is probably just a part of it.”

As if on cue, both of them had been able to hear her screams echo in the distance. The way she screamed seemed louder this time in comparison to others. Just hearing it had made a feeling of guilt and anger fill Enzo’s chest.

Enzo couldn't place his finger on it, but there was something different in the sound of her screams. For as many times as he’s heard them, and had them embedded into his mind, the scream he just heard was different.

This wasn’t her ‘in pain’ scream. There was a brief silence in between whatever Whitmore was doing to her before her screams started again. And that was when he heard it. At the end of it, he had easily picked up on the sobbing that followed it.

Y/N never cried anymore. Not during the torment or even after. If Enzo had calculated correctly, he hadn’t seen her cry since the first night they had been there. It was why it had sounded odd to him now. If he hadn’t been worried before, he was now.

The pain was different to Y/N. Whatever it was that Whitmore had injected into her the night before had somehow increased her pain. Every part of her felt as if it had been on fire.

As the scalpel sliced into her skin, another piercing scream passed her lips. Her hands had been clenched to her sides, her nails digging into the palm of her hand. She was sure that her fingernails were scraping into bone with how hard she’d been clenching her fist.

It wasn’t supposed to hurt this badly. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Sure the pain was real, but she could usually block most of the pain out in order to not give her captor the satisfaction of hearing her scream. But this time, it felt like every cut had been magnified by a thousand. Even the slightest pressure of a finger felt worse than it was.

The scalpel had done its job. She’d been cut open just as Whitmore had wanted before he began peeling back her skin to take a look inside her abdomen. The touch of his hand against her skin had been like taking a branding iron and placing it against her skin. No matter how many times she tried to ignore it, it was impossible.

Once he started messing with her organs, she couldn’t handle it. It felt worse than him just cutting into her skin. The weight of his hands had only fueled the fire that her nerve endings seemed to be on. And with the sudden slicing of an organ, she broke. The scream that passed her lips could have easily woke the dead.

“Please!” She begged before a sob passed her lips. While she knew the man wasn’t going to listen, Y/N had to try. “Please just let me go back to my cell.” Tears were running down the sides of her face as she looked at the man above her. But no matter what she asked of him, he hadn’t listened.

Y/N’s pleas were enough to cause Enzo to hit fist against the wall in frustration. From the moment he saved her, Enzo hated seeing her hurt in the slightest. And now, there was nothing he could do to stop her from feeling pain.

Damon knew what Y/N’s screams were doing to Enzo. The last few years, he never once saw Enzo this worried for Y/N. The woman could handle herself on many occasions but tonight it seemed worse for her. Damon could only imagine what was going through Enzo’s mind. The woman he loved was being tormented and he couldn’t even help her.

“We’ll get out of here. Just hold on to that revenge tactic a little while longer.” Damon hoped that his words would calm Enzo down in some way.

Enzo ran his hands down his face before looking over at Damon. “I need you to make me a promise about tomorrow.”

“You name it.” Damon nodded.

“If by some horrible luck that tomorrow doesn’t go as planned, if you are only able to save one of us, let it be her.”

“It won’t come down to that.” Damon had every reason to believe that nothing would go wrong tomorrow. He knew there were risks, but for as many times as they went through the plan with each other, they knew they’d be able to go through with it.

“I hope it doesn’t, but if it does-”

“I’ll make sure she gets out.” Damon finished.

Another hour passed before Y/N’s screams had stopped. Another hour before the silence became deafening to Enzo that he wished to hear some kind of sound from her. Even with Damon being stronger, he couldn’t pick up on her voice. There was just silence from the other side of the door.

It was another thirty minutes before they heard the familiar sounds of the door opening. Y/N was being dragged into the room and her whimpers could be heard from down the hall. Even as she was stopped in front of the cell, the pressure of the cell bars hitting her skin had caused a silent scream to pass her lips.

Once Y/N was tossed into the cell, Enzo moved to her side, just like he had always done once she was brought back. But the moment his hand gently pressed on her back, she screamed. It caused her to move away from him quickly, needing to be away from the pain that came with the touch.

Enzo quickly moved back, attempting to give her space as his eyes widened in confusion. He didn’t understand what it was that he had done to hurt her. By now she should have been healed in some way. But even as he looked into her eyes, he could see how much pain the simple touch had hurt her.

“I’m sorry.” She said with trembling lips. “Whitmore did something that currently has my nerves on fire.” She shook her head. “The slightest touch hurts and I can’t-”

“Shh,” Enzo said as he moved closer to her, but being careful not to come into contact with her in any way. “There is nothing to be sorry about, love.”

She nodded her head before a sob passed her lips. “We’re going to get out of here, right? Because I can’t live like this. I can’t go through another day of being on that table, Enzo.”

Enzo’s heart broke at her words. Y/N was giving up. For as long as they had ben in there, Enzo had been able to keep Y/N from giving up. He had gave her every reason to believe that they would make it out of there alive. Yet here she was, giving up.

“I made you a promise that I would do anything to get you out of here.” He said as he kept his eyes locked on hers. “I don’t intend to go back on my word.”

A shaky breath passed Y/N’s lips as she looked over at Damon. He now had been laying on the ground with his face pressed against the bar. A look of worry on his face as he watched the two. He nodded his head the moment she looked over at him.

“We’ll get out of here tomorrow.” Damon promised.

_____

The evening had gone just as expected. Whitmore and his fellow members of Augustine had gathered for one hell of a New Year’s Eve party. The vampires were on display for all of them to see. Y/N had been in her own cage while Enzo and Damon had been across the room in one together.

Throughout the night, Y/N had been used to show off Whitmore’s work. The humans are amused by the details that Whitmore had been able to do with Y/N’s nerves. With every poke and every slice into her skin, a broken sob passed her lips. The pain of it all too much.

Every second of it, Y/N wished she was dead. That death would be so much easier. How there would be no more torture, no more pain. And by the time midnight was a few short minutes away, she hadn’t cared if the plan worked or not.

She hardly cared about the press of the bars keeping her in had been laced in vervain on them or the fact as she leaned against them that they burned her back. She didn’t even care when Whitmore had said that it was time for their annual tradition of ringing in the New Year with Vampire Blood. None of it mattered anymore.

It wasn’t until Damon appeared in front of her and called out to her several times did things finally snap back into perspective for her. She looked around her and found the place on fire. Bodies had been tossed about. No doubt been killed by Damon in the process. The blood on his face proof of it. She quickly got up from her spot and made her way across the room to Enzo, with Damon right behind her.

As Damon went to attempt to get the door open, Y/N moved over to the side of the cage to look at Enzo. As their eyes met, a smile pulled at Enzo’s lips. He hadn’t missed the vacant look on her face moments ago. And seeing her now there was a change in her.

“You had me worried there for a moment, gorgeous.” He said, giving her a smirk.

“I know.” She said with a nod, “But I’m right here.”

“Can you two maybe flirt later?” Damon asked as he went to grab the door. The moment his hands landed on it, he hissed from the vervain.

Both Y/N and Enzo looked his way. “You’ve got to get me out of here. This whole place is going up in flames.”

“Trying!” Damon said as he looked around for anything to use. But there was nothing.

Worry filled Y/N as she walked over to Damon’s side, practically pushing him out of the way to give it a go herself. Once her hands landed on the bars, a scream passed her lips, but she held on to it, not caring about the pain, and pulled at the door.

After a moment she let go and her eyes met Enzo’s. “I’m not leaving you.” She wanted it to be clear that she wasn’t going to go anywhere without him. Even if it meant she went down with the house.

“I know.” He said with a nod before looking over at Damon for a moment. He watched as Damon nodded his head before he turned his attention back to Y/N. “And you’d do anything to make sure I’d get out of here alive. But that means I wouldn’t keep my promise to you.”

She shook her head quickly, understanding coming quickly. “No, I’m not leaving.”

Enzo reached though the bars and placed his hand on her cheek. Even as Y/N winced at the pain, she refused to move. “I’ll get out somehow. But I need you to be safe. And if that means you leaving me here, I’ll be okay with that.”

The heat of the fire had drawn near and even Damon had been worried about how much time there was left. “I’ll come back for him.” Damon said taking a step closer to Y/N.

“No,” She said moving away from Enzo’s touch to look at Damon. “You go and I’ll find a way to get him out of here.”

“This place will be burnt down to the ground by the time you manage it. You are in pain, Y/N. Let me do this.” He said hoping that would somehow change her mind.

“No.” There was finality in her voice.

“Damon.” Enzo said, almost pleading.

“Sorry, Y/N, but I’m not taking no for an answer.” Without another word, Damon moved to grab Y/N.

A scream passed her lips as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “No!” She tried her hardest to fight against Damon’s hold but he had been stronger than her. Her head quickly shot up to Enzo. “Enzo!”

“It’s okay, love.” He said as he watched her. “I’ll get out of her. I’m keeping my promise.”

That was the last thing she heard him say before she was carried out of there. She could hear the room begin to collapse and it took everything in her to stop the scream that bubbled up in her throat, but nothing had been able to stop it once she reached outside.

Even as Damon put her down, the scream that left her lips had been mixed with a sob as she fell to her knees. The sound itself was the definition of broken. He looked between Y/N and the house for only a moment before he attempted to head back inside. But the flames had consumed so much of the house that it had been nearly impossible.

“No.” He said as he looked at the house. He ran to the back, looking for anything, but not even then. They had wasted too much time and the house had gone up. When he went back to the front, he could see Y/N begin to get up. He quickly moved to her side and was met with a hard slap to the face.

“You were supposed to help us!” She screamed at him. “You left him in there to die.”

Damon knew that there was that possibility that things would turn out this way. He tried to keep himself calm as looked back at her. “I made a promise to Enzo that I would get you out of there. You’re out now. But we both know that if I hadn’t made that promise I would have easily have walked out of there without either of you. If you want to run in there and die with him, be my guest. But I did what he asked and now I’m free to do as I please.”

Damon’s words had stunned her for a moment. Even as her body shook from the sobs that still came from her, she couldn’t believe what he said. “You’re free then. Go and do as you please. But if it hadn’t been for us starving ourselves to make this plan work, you’d still be in that cell. Remember that Salvatore. And even when you believe you have forgotten, I’ll send a messenger to remind you.”

She turned away from him then. Her mind unsure of where she’d go or what’d she do next. All she knew was the love of her life, the very person that saved her and made her life worth living, was currently being engulfed by flames that she believed to be unsurvivable. The pain that she felt from her nerve endings was nothing in comparison to the pain she currently felt in her chest.

Pain. Grief. Anger. A tornado of emotions that she didn’t know if she could control on her own. She knew she’d never recover emotionally and mentally from this. And there was only one other alternative that she could do.

So she flipped her switch and the tornado of emotions were gone.

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(prompt fill for the tes writer’s discord)

I am a farmer's daughter. I am a god. I'm a tyrant. I'm an artist. I am irritating. I'm a warrior. I'm a charlatan. I'm undefeated in battle. I'm the rightful ruler of a small agricultural province in Morrowind. I'm a bard. I'm Kyne's chosen. I'm a genius. I am a liar. I’m lying face-down in a ditch.

This is my fault, it really is, because what else is going to happen when you lose an argument to an ehlnofey? And not only did I lose the argument, I got my ass handed to me on a platter: my fault, like I said, you don't usually meet earth-bones with a spine, but whoever makes up the light breeze that stirs on a Rain Hand's dawn takes her job very seriously, and I wasn't expecting her to call me out for the no-true-ada fallacy I've been using to sneak in and out of Apocrypha for the past... whatever.

Whatever. I'm a Tongue of such immense power that I've shouted myself off the mortal coil, I'm probably about a thousand years old if I knew how to read a calendar and I'm in the prime of my fetching life. And am I going to complain about being stuck on Nirn for a bit? Nirn ent so bad. Has its charm I guess. I was last in Silmora, which they call Cyrodiil now (like that guy from Hoag's song!), and I don't know if I'm still there, or whether I'd want to be stuck in Silmora which is now Cyrodiil at all, cause I know it's been a thousand years but old hatreds die hard and don't Alessians ban entertainment or something? Who wants that? What would I be without my singing?

Without my singing I'm just a woman face-down in a ditch.

But seriously, whatever. I'm not fussed by this. The thu'um is a debate, Ysmir taught me that once, it’s a debate and sometimes you lose. Sometimes you win, and if you're really good you win lots, but sometimes you meet a particularly stubborn earth-bone who makes up the light dawny breeze that blows on Rain's Hand and she hands you your ass on a platter. Such is life. I'm not going to wallow in it, I wont, so it's time for me to get up.

I manage to hoist myself up on my arms and peel my face out of the mud just fine, but it's not until I wipe the water from my eyes that I see it's early dawn. I'm in a forest, a proper old forest, like that on the slopes of Monahven, where the sunlight is thin and pale as wheat and stretches its wispy fingers through tall sharp crowns of mossy green. So maybe not Silmora, but I've been unceremoniously deposited next to some sort of road that's cobbled with stone in the Alessian way, and I've never heard of any Nords in the practice of digging ditches next to their roads, at least not in the time I’m from.

Forget about the roads! The air is cold and crisp and sweet, uncomfortable given how drenched my clothes are but I like it. I climb to my feet, swaying a little like a morning drunkard, and look around me.

Sometimes I forget how beautiful Nirn is. If I stand here a moment longer I'll probably start crying over it.

I scramble up the side of the ditch, and when my feet hit the stones I stop to shake myself off vigorous like a soggy bear. Mud sprays everywhere-- excellent. Now, much refreshed, it’s time to do the important thing. I turn to face the forest-- I think best when there’s trees in my eyes-- I breathe in deep.The air smells thickly of resin, of dew, of ditchside dung. I bring my mind into the middle of myself, and, with the ground hard and cold beneath my bare feet, my toes curled into the cracks of the pavers, my eyes all ablaze with a world that’s pale like gold, I listen for the voices that makes up all that’s around me.

I’m talking about the spirits that make up everything. I’ve always been able to hear them. See, my father was Atmoran, and he raised me in the proper way, the old way, not like the Nords who cower in their cabins and flinch away from every voice-in-the-woods. That’s some of my earliest memories: climbing into bormahi and monahi’s bed, snuggling up between two big mounds of man-flesh, and monahi fussed over my cold feet and bormahi told me those whispers that scared me out of my own bed? Why, that’s just Kyne’s handmaidens poking along the seams of our roof, kindly telling us where we ought to do a better job at shodding it up. And those howls out in the plains? That’s Mara calling all the little girls home to do their evening chores (here he’d pinch my cheeks) so once you hear Mara howling you’d best run home to help monahiil do the milking, Barfok, or do you want to be the one Mara’s howling for?

So I learned how to listen to them young, and I was never scared like the Nords get scared. When I’d go out kulning for the cows to come home and I heard other voices joining in with me I wasn’t scared. This world’s made of voices, bormahi would say, and why ought you be scared of them? It’d be like if you opened your eyes and were scared of the towering trees before you and the thin golden sunlight dappling the path.

My father was also a great Tongue, like all Atmorans, which is why he could hear the voices, because all Tongues need to hear them. I hear them very clearly now, after not long at all spent meditating, but I take my sweet time in picking them out, with my feet planted firm on the ground and my eyes filling up with blurry colour, gold and green.

What I hear is:

They’ve ruined the soil here, sulks the earth-bone from who is made the top centimetre of soil which is rich in dead rotting things. The stones stop the water coming through.

The mortals flow like rivers along here, says the earth-bone from who is made the principle of places being connected to other places in spite of distance. It is only a small strip.

It doesn’t matter, hums the earth-bone from who is made the dandelions that only grow in this part of Tamriel, The path has cracks, has cracks, has cracks, and we can slip through, we’ll always slip through because we love the sun.

And if your seeds land on the stone? asks the earth-bone who makes up the breeze that travels low and slow along flat surfaces, often kicking itself into swirling eddies for the bumps it rolls across, Oh, let the rain move them, then, I’ll let them flow.

Here’s a secret for you. This is what creation is made of: these little arguments that are always happening all around us.

The earth-bones, or the qethsegolle in the Tongue’s tongue, or the ehlnofey if you’re using theirs, or nature or existence or being or whatever of the million other terms you could call it in anyone else’s; creation is just these arguments going to and fro forever. That’s the truth of it: this ‘world’ of ours isn’t static at all. It’s got to be made and remade all the time. If any one of these little beings stopped their arguing, the world would unravel like a ripped tapestry, it would start falling apart at the seams and become nothing but knots and disorder.

(It already has. Me and my comrades once used our teeth like languages, ripping up the weft and spitting out threads until the tapestry of our world lay in ugly soggy tatters. It’s a gruesome thing, this thu’um of ours.)

No. I won’t dwell on that, and why should I? Why should I stop to think about what’s done and gone? It makes no sense, no more sense than crawling back down into the ditch and sticking my face right into the mud again.

But ent it funny. For a moment there I forgot to pity myself, thinking like I was about the qethsegolle and their funny little argument about the pavers (I’m on the side of the soil myself, the path is an atrocious little invention, I wonder if I should tell them about Alessian construction techniques and if it would sway them?), but the sun has climbed higher and now it’s in my eyes and damn it, this is just between you and me, don’t tell anyone, I’ve got a reputation to upkeep-- I think I’m getting weepy about how beautiful it all is despite myself.

So I sniffle and I wipe my eyes and I try to decide what I want to tell the world on this most beautiful and splendid of mornings while it’s busy arguing with itself. This forest is lovely, I’m getting sidetracked now, I’m trying to think of the words to let creation know that I love it so much. But it’s impossible. It’s just impossible. What do you say, when you’re a woman like me, when it’s a day like this?

Hello, my name is Barfok? Won’t mean anything to them.

Want to hear about what else the Alessians have done wrong? Maybe. I wonder what a qethsegol would think about an aquifer.

Your world is beautiful and I am so horrid that it shames me to stand before it?

There’s something I need to say now that I hate myself for saying. I hate myself for saying it because I loved my father more than any girl has ever loved anything in the whole world, but I need to say it: he messed up with me.

I don’t blame him for it, it wasn’t his fault at all! He was an Atmoran, he was a great man, a sensible man, he was a man that loved his sweet little daughter up until the last. He never wanted me to be a Tongue. He taught me to hear the voices of the world, but only out of love, only cause those voices are love, and this world is love, and he loved me so dear. It ent his fault. How could he have known-- how could he have ever guessed that I’d learn to speak to them, and that someone would speak back? How could he have thought to tell me about the other voices, voices that weren’t part of this creation? How would he have known his stupid little daughter would be so easily tricked?

I told you before, remember?: I am a liar. And the thing is that I lied to him. I was a wicked child like that. When I climbed into bormahi and monahi’s bed I wasn’t scared of Kyne whistling through the walls and Mara howling out beyond the paddock, no, not at all-- what scared me the most, what scares me the most, was the big mass of green tentacles that came oozing out of the darkest corners of the ceiling and the big all-knowing eyes that never spoke at all, but only stared.

That’s another secret for you. I’m scared of anything without a voice.

The sun is hurting my eyes now, so I turn away from the woods. I still hear the earth-bones chattering away, which is reassuring, but it’s also giving me a headache, because gods, how they ever chatter! It’s times like this I really get why Jurgen wanted there to be no more of us, and why the best of us hole ourselves away in little shacks in the middle of nowhere. I was taught by Ysmir, who was the best of the best of us, and I wish I knew how he could stand it, all creation’s little bickering: I asked him once, was it easy for Shor, how did Shor stand all his companions arguing to and fro about soil permeability and rain-water paths and roads and cobbling and slate and oh-do-you-think-we-can-visit-the-ehlnofey-who-makes-up-the-quarry? And such nonsense?

How can you deal with it? I think you don’t-- you go mute or you go mad. Or you die in battle before that. Should that we all be so lucky.

But here’s the thing: Ysmir never answers questions like that. He just looked at me, as if ought to already know. After bormahi and monahi died, when Olaf the dog came and burned down everything I ever cared about and the only way I survived was (this is between you and me, remember!) I hid in a barrel of apples while those gleaming tentacles writhed in the corner of my vision and their voice encouraged me to sing, sing, sing, after Ysmir found me in the smoldering wreckage, he treated it the same, since I survived. I already knew everything I had to. Or so he thought.

Yes, I asked him how he could stand it, once. I asked him lots of things like that. And he said this: Atmoran’s don’t grieve by wailing, how can you stand it. We don’t have to stand anything at all. If you hate it so much, he said, then change it. If you hate that there’s an ehlnofey who’s weeping over how her poor soil’s been cemented over and there’s another ehlnofey griping over what roots can’t penetrate, then you change it,

or otherwise you tell them to shut up.

The sun is getting in my eyes, but I’ve decided what I ought to say.

So I take a deep breath and I sing.

What I sing is:

HERMA-MORA, MIIRAAD BEX, VUS DAAL DREM, VODAHMIN.

With the proper intonations, in the harmonies and notes that will make the coarse dragons language-of-imposing into something comprehensible to the spirits all around me, it translates to this:

Hermaeus Mora, the doors to Apocrypha open, and I step through them. You, earth-bones, will let me through. Why, you ask, should you bend for me? Because you do not want me here, and if this path that covers the soil upsets you, know well I will only cause greater offense. How? Look at how I crushed the reeds there, down in that ditch. Do you think that is my greatest crime? The truth is, I’ve made my living bending your kin into uglier shapes, and I’m not trying to threaten you but I want to keep the peace as well as you do, and it’s best for me not to be here. It’s better if I’m not in this world. If you let me go to Apocrypha, Nirn will return to peace. Besides, Hermaeus Mora likes me, we have an agreement, so you see how everyone will win if you let me go there now. Now. Are we in agreement? Do not make me get on my knees and beg. Oh. Excellent! It was lovely to meet you all. And by the way, I don’t like the stones that are in this path either, I think they’re hideous, and don’t get me started on that fetching ditch!

There-- a pleasant discussion, not at all like the argument I had with that breezy son of a whore who threw me into a ditch in the first place. I close my eyes when I sing, old habit, always do, but I don’t need to open them to know I’ve won the argument, and that the greenish hue just in front of my closed lids isn’t a beautiful forest, and that the dankness clinging to my skin isn’t mere road-runoff any longer.

#first person barfok. bone apple teeth #fic #barfok

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