#come back when you to feed others in your family besides yourself because the choice had to be made

[kiame-sama]

Bunny- (Yandere!Adult-trio x Chubby!Reader)

Warnings; timelines converge from 28 Years and Bunny, mention of kidnapping, imprisonment, yandere relationships, aggressively yandere Silva, mention of imprisonment for decades, Stockholm syndrome, mention of NSFW, mention of corrupt nuns, vow breaking, my headcannon for Hisoka background, My OC for 28 years in place of Silva's wife for clarity's sake, Reader is Bunny, some 28 years MC background story, Zeno's Dove mentioned,

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Hisoka sighed as he conversed with his associates, wondering just what they were going to do now. Apparently, Illumi has been keeping secrets from Bunny and from Chrollo and Hisoka. The woman he had introduced as 'mother' was not actually his mother at all and they were now going to meet Illumi's real mother instead. However, Illumi was explaining to them exactly what his mother was like and the topic of them technically kidnapping their Bunny came up.

"Mom won't react to it well if she finds out Bunny was technically forced into a relationship and kidnapped."

"Why is this our problem?"

"Because my father is extremely protective of my mother and will also become upset if she becomes upset."

"So he gets mad, big deal."

"When it comes to my mom, it IS a big deal. Father kidnapped her 28 years ago and I barely get to see her because of how jealous father gets. Father wouldn't even let her breast feed my siblings and I as infants due to his jealousy. Besides... I do not wish to see my mom look at me with the same disappointed and disgusted look she gives father when his jealousy makes him act out. It may also show Bunny just how far those in my family are willing to go for the few they love."

"Fine," Hisoka sighed, relenting to Illumi both as a placation and as curiosity. Illumi was mysterious- even to Hisoka- and hearing the true tint of anxiety and fear to his associate's voice was far from the emotionless norm he had, "we'll not mention it. Bunny is in a good mood and probably won't say anything. ♠"

"And if she starts to," Chrollo added, "we can steer the conversation away from that."

With the three in agreement they headed to where their Bunny awaited them in the library, curled up and lightly dozing on the couch beneath a soft blanket. No doubt the blanket had been an addition after as a butler or Kikyo likely draped it over to cover the sleeping figure.

Illumi woke you with a soft forehead kiss, the sleepy hum whining from your throat as you came back to consciousness. You could barely believe how rested you felt after the small nap, the couch being a higher quality than any bed you have slept on before entering the Zoldyck estate. Everything was so high quality that you sometimes found yourself entranced with the workmanship on a wooden table that never gets used or a forgotten wood relief lining the halls. Where the opulence was suffocating at times you had to admit that the high quality bed in Illumi's room was divine in comparison to anything you have rested on in your life up to that point.

"Mmm... Yeah? What's up?"

"Come on, Bunny. It's time to meet my true mom. I have some rules for you though."

"Oh?"

"My father is very... Protective... Of my mom. He is also very jealous of anyone talking to- or interacting with- my mom. She is sensitive and has lived 28 years of imprisonment with my father, so she will have a collar and chain keeping her in her suite. She... Doesn't get to leave that set of rooms for any reason other than when my father decides she can, so she has lived in those rooms for more than half of her life.

"I know we did not give you much choice, Bunny, but compared to my mom, you are basically free. I don't want to treat you like father does with mom, so please don't upset her by mentioning it. Father may be fond of you but if he feels you are a threat in any way to mom, he will kill you."

You felt surprise flare in your mind, trying to process what you were just told only moments after waking. Part of you wanted to snap at Illumi and tell his mother about your kidnapping immediately, but another part of you gave you pause. From how Illumi spoke of his mother and father, it seemed like anything somewhat upsetting to her could lead to disaster at any moment.

On top of your awareness of your own situation and if what Illumi said was true, comparing your experience with that of his mother was shocking. Collars, chains, and the same few rooms for several literal decades sounded like complete hell to you. Never going outside and seeing so few people, you felt you would probably go insane. Not to mention Illumi had four siblings, so five children all while locked away for most of your life was a terrifying concept. Part of you even felt a bit thankful you had the freedom you did despite how you still felt trapped, at least you weren't her.

"I understand."

You answered softly before Illumi pulled you to your feet, feeling much more awake now. Chrollo and Hisoka both followed as Illumi led all of you deep into the estate, far from where you had wandered even on late nights. A kind of giddiness settled in your stomach that held a tinge of stress, wondering just what kind of person Illumi's true mother was like after years away from others.

The door that Illumi came to a stop in front of made your stomach writhe with anxieties as you saw just how heavy the door was. Everything in the estate was heavy, but that door looked as if it could withstand a direct blast from an explosion and still offer resistance. It was a door you knew you wouldn't be able to open no matter how hard you would try.

Illumi opened the door and though it could have been your imagination, for a moment it looked as if he had struggled to move it. You felt your nerves rise as you walked into the room, seeing a rather large and soft looking couch where a woman sat waiting.

She... Was stunning in a way you felt you couldn't describe. Her figure was full and curved, ample breasts and thighs on a small height, accenting the comforting presence you got from her. She wore a pair of glasses that made her expressive doe eyes seem larger, so full of wisdom and affection. Her hair was a flowing waterfall of curls that looked so soft and seemed to create a kind of halo around her. It almost seemed like stars were reflecting in her compassionate gaze, woven into the very substance of her hair and skin as if she faintly glimmered.

You were so entranced by the being of empathy in the flesh that you almost missed the towering demon behind her. Illumi's father Silva had always intimidated you since the moment you met him, those cold blue eyes endlessly analyzing every movement and behavior. After spending some time around him, that fear died down, but now it slammed back into you full force as if knocking the air from your lungs. That frozen gaze speared into the two new men in the room, his white mane of hair making him look beastly and all the more intimidating.

To think, you were so afraid of him and he wasn't even glaring at you.

As you took the whole scene in now, you saw the collar fitted around the woman's throat, the chain attached to it trailing down to the floor and out of sight. The furniture was lavish and the room was large with a kitchenette and several branching doors, a single window on the far left letting in a ray of light from the outside. It was grand, but you knew it was a prison cell beneath all of the expensive quality.

You moved towards the pair with Illumi, Hisoka, and Chrollo, feeling the weight of Silva's intense gaze pushing down almost threateningly on you. Hisoka and Chrollo seemed to also get the same impression you did, that no mercy would be given should anyone unsettle the soft woman that was Illumi's mother. She stood and took Illumi into her arms, that kind smile and true happiness telling you just how much she cared for her son.

You had considered what you would say to her and even revealing Illumi's behavior, but now you truly felt like you couldn't. Not only because you felt as if you had no room to complain, but because of how truly and deeply she cared about Illumi. She was kind and gentle and everything Silva very clearly was not, and you couldn't bare to think about someone so gold-hearted being crushed in such a way. It just wasn't worth it to you.

"Welcome back, Illumi."

Her voice held honest love, a sweetness to it that made it sound smooth as honey.

"I have someone for you to meet, mom."

"I know, your father told me you've met someone you love."

Illumi turned to you, his mother's kind eyes resting on your own as he gestured you closer. You only went as far as Illumi's side before his mother gently took your outstretched hand in both of hers, impossibly soft and comfortingly warm. She seemed genuinely excited to meet you and looked as if you had made her happier than she had ever been before.

"Hello, dear. It is so good to meet you. My name is Kiame, also known as Illumi's mom."

"Oh, uh, hi. (Y/n) (L/n), it's nice to meet you too."

"I hope we have plenty of time to get to know each other, after all, we're going to be family soon enough."

You couldn't help but return her kind smile, feeling relaxed around her and her genuine excitement with your engagement to Illumi.

"I can't help but worry about Illumi, he is my firstborn and I adore my children. I just hope you two are happy together."

It was then Illumi spoke up, seeming much more relaxed around his mother as well, letting you know how much she impacted him. Part of you realized that she was likely the only positive influence Illumi really had in his life and you would have been in a much more dangerous situation if not for her. If Illumi only had his father's side of the family, he likely would have kidnapped you and killed Chrollo and Hisoka long ago.

"Mom, I would like you to also meet my fellow associates. We three are engaged to her and so grandfather thought it best to introduce you to the three of them. Chrollo Lucilfer, Hisoka Morrow, and I share (y/n) (l/n) between the three of us."

"Well, so long as you four are happy-"

She cut off for a moment, her eyes going wide as if something caught her attention after the fact. The way she seemed to think for a moment in complete silence made you wonder just what it was that surprised her.

"Mom? Is something wrong?"

"Morrow was... the name of my teacher... Sister Morrow. She was a nun and I worked as her apprentice in the cathedral before- nevermind. It's nothing."

Illumi glanced in surprise towards Hisoka, not expecting his mother to recognize any of the names of his associates. He knew Hisoka was born in Meteor city to a mother that was a forsaken and vow-breaking nun, but it couldn't possibly be the same nun his mother spoke of. Not at all-

"My mother spoke of her apprentice often. How she saw the girl as a daughter but still wound up betraying her in the end. I learned eventually that she was afraid of being caught for what she had done, confronted by a stranger with her misdeeds. All that was demanded was to mislead her apprentice, sending her deep into the forest to never return. She waited until she began to show before fleeing to Meteor City so no one would know she had broken her vows."

"... Did she ever say who she spoke to?"

"The wealthy father of an interested man. My mother had her apprentice enter the woods alone so she could be taken as payment for not revealing the truth about what my mother had done. Never really did get why she sold her apprentice only to run away shortly after. Seems pointless to me, but she said she regretted her choice in the end."

There was a moment of silence as Illumi's mother sat in quiet contemplation of what she was just told. The way her expression turned to one of hurt made your chest ache, as if seeing her in pain upset you in some deep part of your brain. She shouldn't be sad or hurt, the pain didn't look right on her, as if her being in such pain were some kind of crime against nature.

The softest whimpering sound from her lips made Silva react, his voice a rumbling and deep growl of baritone in his chest.

"Out."

Illumi was quick to pull you back with him, his father picking his mother up and striding away to a door deeper into the room. The four of you left the room quickly and Illumi was the one to close it behind you, the large door sealing with a clear latch of the many locks that adorned it. You didn't know what to say at that moment, having been taken by surprise with the sudden shift in behavior from Illumi's parents.

"To think, Hisoka's mother was your mother's mentor."

"And his mother sold my mother to my grandfather on my father's behalf."

You managed to find your voice, trying to piece everything together despite the very sudden way things had happened. On one hand, it would seem the world was very small, and on the other you felt like some key pieces of information were missing. Beyond that, you felt like you had glimpsed the kind of person Illumi could have become if not for his mother's truly compassionate heart.

"What is your mother, Illumi?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she is different from anyone I have met before... She seems to actually be a genuinely loving person even though she is locked up like a prisoner. I don't think any normal human would be able to live like that and not go insane."

"She is insane. She loves my father despite everything he does to hurt her... But she is kind and always has been kind. She is too good for my father and he knows it, so he hides her from almost everyone. Setting her free from him won't fix the damage he's done to her."

You glanced back at the heavy door and found yourself feeling lucky that even though your freedom was stolen away, you didn't have to live the way she did.

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You let the gentle breeze skate over your skin as the plants around you rustled playfully and danced in the wind. It had been a few days since you got to meet Illumi's mom and you had learned more about her in that time. Her situation was different from your own in many ways. She had been the one to rescue Silva from death where it had been the opposite for you and your lovers. You found yourself thankful you were not in her place or situation even though you did still resent Illumi for taking your freedom.

Currently, you sat with your three lovers, placed neatly on Chrollo's lap as Hisoka and Illumi sat on either side of you two. Chrollo was reading a book on ancient war tactics and you were somewhat reading too, only half way through a page when he was already flipping it to the next. Though the four of you were quiet at that moment, it was clear that meeting Illumi's mother had impacted you all in different ways.

Hisoka had withdrawn more than usual, reflecting on finally meeting the woman his mother loved as a child more than him and talked about with such fondness the woman may as well have been his older sibling. Chrollo was always trying to analyze and pick things apart, so though he wordlessly scanned over the book in his hands, he was likely thinking about the situation you all found yourselves in. You were stuck in thoughts of Illumi's family, realizing just how deep the trend of obsession and kidnapping really went in his bloodline. Illumi seemed the least bothered but you felt he was likely worried about his mother and about how you were taking meeting her.

Any time you thought of a question, you would voice it and one of your three lovers would respond with whatever answer they could manage. The only questions you hadn't gotten an answer to was what his mother was- as you felt a strong doubt she was really a normal human given your introduction to her- and what his grandfather had done with his obsession. Since the behavior was obviously something that came with his paternal lineage, his grandfather must have had a similar story, but you had not met or seen any sign of Illumi having a grandmother.

"I just want to know where your grandmother is. I mean, if your father keeps your mom locked up all the time and practically has her bubble-wrapped, surely your grandfather did the same?"

"No. I didn't."

The low and almost lazy tone of Illumi's grandfather drew your attention, seeing the older man standing not too far as if he had materialized out of nowhere. Even though the grip Chrollo had around you tightened, you wanted to press and pick the elder assassin's brain for answers your lovers simply didn't have. You had long figured out that his grandfather Zeno had a particular soft spot for you and that soft spot seemed to extend to Kiame as well based off of his behavior.

"So, what happened?"

You tried to push and the old man considered you silently for a moment before approaching and settling on a bench across from you four. Chrollo closed his book, actually seeming to have the same level of interest you did in gaining more pieces to the Zoldyck family puzzle.

"She died shortly after giving birth to Silva. It is a kind of family curse to have this fanatical obsession for one person in our lives, going back generations. I used to think it was part of the curse to have that loved one always die... But Silva has proven that theory wrong.

"My Dove was a fiery woman, stubborn to a fault and I mistakenly thought I could control that fire of hers through pain. She tried to run one day and I lost my temper. Had I known what would happen because of it... About two months later she gave birth to Silva, I hadn't even realized she was pregnant. None of us had. She had a cryptic pregnancy so it was a surprise to us as it was to her. Her body couldn't handle it though. The stress of what I had done and the labor wringed every last bit of life out of her. She only lived long enough to hold Silva for the first and only time."

The wind felt colder now, a chill racing down your spine as you realized just how you had been unfortunate enough to draw Illumi's attention, but fortunate enough to not have the same fate as the rest of his female ancestors. How close had you come to being forced to live the same painful cycle? You made a mental note to find time to thank Illumi's mom for raising the most sane generation of Zoldycks.

"My father did the same to my mother as I had to my Dove, and he died of heartbreak not long after. My grandfather- Maha- did the same to his bride. I feel when Illumi's mom does pass on, she will be taking Silva with her. He won't survive losing her. Illumi, take it from me, you need to keep your temper even and make sure you treat (y/n) well, you hear me? That kind of loss is suffocating and you likely won't be fortunate enough to get another chance."

His words made you curious as you felt your brain kick into action to try and make sense of something that caught your attention.

"Has anyone gotten a second chance?"

"Hm?"

"With their love, I mean. Death is pretty permanent in most cases."

"Well," Zeno gave you a knowing smile, "it is possible. Rebirth is a debated topic, but one I fully believe. Nen is a unique thing to each person, so when Nen identical to a deceased person shows up, it is hard to argue. I happen to be the only one I know of who has gotten that second chance. I found my Dove again and this time I won't make the same mistake. Born into a new life, but the Nen and the similarities are unmistakeable. I haven't yet told Silva of this unusual situation, but I doubt he would care much as he only really cares for his wife. Perhaps you will get to meet my Dove at some point, (y/n). He is restricted to my wing of the estate, however. He may be male in his current incarnation, but it changes nothing. He is still my Dove."

You were surprised to hear of someone being reborn and the fact was that Zeno couldn't care less if his reborn darling was male or not. It was clear to you just how fortunate you were when it came to Illumi even though he had technically pushed you into the relationship you now had with him. His family had done far worse and you had just barely gotten away with the most sane of the assassins in a long lineage of obsession, kidnapping, and forced relationships. Out of three generations of kidnapped lovers, you were the only one who could step foot outside of the estate hidden within the mountain.

"Anyway, (y/n), it may anger you to only have the freedoms you do, but never forget you have more freedom than any other who came before you in the Zoldyck family. I am not telling you to be grateful Illumi chose you, simply to be thankful Illumi is far more sane when it comes to you than the rest of the family would be."

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[authorforrosie]

Title: You confess that you have a child from a previous relationship.

Pairing: Rosé x You. [GxG]

Warning: none.

Words: 770.

You sat together with Rosé in a fancy restaurant. You had a nervous expression on your face since you planned to tell Rosé about having a four years old daughter. You didn't tell her about your daughter in conversations before because you didn't wanna scare her away or getting your daughter attached to her too fast.

You played with your fingers which always has been a habit of yours. You couldn't help yourself from smiling when you noticed Rosé coming closer towards the table where you sat to.

You stood up meanwhile she walked towards you. You kissed her. She kissed back smiling when she pulled away. You sat down when she walked behind you to push your chair to the table. She sat down on the opposite of you.

„You look absolutely glorious like always. Beautiful lady." Compliment Rosé with honesty in her voice. The Australian accent makes her voice absolutely attractive.

You took her hand in your hand on the table. The corner of her doe brown eyes crinkled when she smiles. It absolutely reaches her eyes and sparkle with happiness.

„Thank you. You look breathtaking." Flirted you with love in your voice.

A few minutes later after having a long conversation about life. A waitress came to take your order. You both ordered rice with a very delicious meal of her choice.

„I have to confess something towards you." State you with seriousness in your voice.

Rosé had a worried expression on her face to the mention of confession. She hopes you won't break up with her for any reason. Because she is very in love with you even though she hasn't confessed yet.

„I hope whatever you have to confess isn't bad like a break up." Said Rosé with worry in her voice.

„Don't worry I won't break up with you unless you want to. I have to confess that I have a child from a previous relationship. Her name is Lili. She's 10 years old and very intelligent. I became pregnant with her before It went downhill really quickly." Confessed you with honest in your voice.

Rosé stay's quiet for a few minutes to progress the information. It fluttered her heart that you have a daughter. She couldn't lie and deny that she wants a family with you. Because she does. She understood why you didn't tell her before. At the same time she wanted your explanation on why you didn't tell her about your daughter before.

„I am very grateful and thankful that you had enough courage to confess about your daughter. I hope I get to meet your daughter Lili soon. Because I won't leave for sure. I only wanna ask for your explanation on why you didn't tell me before...?" Asked Rosé with gratefulness in her voice. The corner of her eyes crinkled when she smiled.

Rosé moved your hand towards her mouth to kiss the back of your hand. Then she moved it back on the table to hold it. She gave a slight squeeze for you to feel comforted by her. Rosé glanced into your eyes with admiration and passion in her brown doe eyes. Which reminded you of honey and chocolate.

„I didn't tell you before now because we are together longer than 6 month's. Besides of me not wanting to scare you away or getting Lili attached to fast. Because I hope you are in for a life with me and her now." Answered you with seriousness and honesty in your voice.

You both enjoyed the meal together with laughter, tears and many stories to tell about your childhood‘s. You’ve got her to blush with red flushed cheeks a few times during the date. At some point you even feed food to each other. You thought it’s very cute when she makes these cute noises while eating and the way her eyes crinkled at the corner‘s when she smiles with a happy expression on her face.

Later you both walked away from the fancy cozy restaurant to get towards the next location of your date. The beach and to get ice cream.

You both continued to have a conversation about your daughter Lili. How it were like to raise her on your own until now. Rosé admired you. As human, woman and as a mother. She hasn't met your daughter Lili yet but she knew that Lili must have your personality or looks. Rosé Imagines what it's like to be called mom, to give advice or do many things she couldn't in her childhood with your daughter Lili in the future. No matter if near or further future.

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[aquitainequeen]

All Is Bliss (Until Someone Loses An Eye): Chapter 8: But First: TEA BREAK

I know. I know. I keep saying that Alina's going to meet Catherine and Peter, and then I give you something completely different. But these two were crying out for a scene together, and one of them in particular refused to sit back and shut up until later in the story - and then fittingly was an absolute nightmare to write.

Because of the immense struggle I had with this chapter, it's dedicated to the Writer's Guild of America, in their strike to protect their livelihoods and skills. Protect the writers!!!

As Tolstoy said in Anna Karenina, 'Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.'

Thus: when Aleksander met Baghra.

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Hundreds of years ago her son would have brought his supposed triumph to her like a hound bringing her its prey. Decades ago, he would’ve hefted it as a club and smashed her in the face with it. Today he might have rubbed it in her face like. Like.

Fuck it. It’s too early in the morning. Something lingering and sticky, he’d have done that; save that having to bend his neck to Peter first thing upon his return seems to have burned any smug satisfaction out of him. He actually wants to lean against the fireplace to rest and allow her to see that he’s wearied, rather than playing the all-powerful Black General, even and especially in front of his own mother.

He’s grown his hair out. Once more he looks like that absolutely dire painting; the one whose artist should have been flogged for having committed such crimes against art and, yes, against her boy. He looks good. Healthy, powerful, fresh from using his power and - despite having come almost directly from seeing Peter - it seems to be one of the days where he’s actually happy to exist.

It’ll be best not to hit the ground snapping and putting him on his guard already. Civil. She can be civil. She can ask something they can both agree is right and proper: ‘Killed plenty of drüskelle on the road?’

‘Several. They’re getting far too confident, lately. Naturally Peter refuses to recognise Zlatan’s hand in such raids; he’s too busy ranting about Fjerdan fucks.’

‘Did you make them suffer?’

‘Do you know, you’re the second person who’s asked me that in the past few hours?’

‘Please tell me the first wasn’t Peter.’

‘It was.’

‘Ugggh.’ Well, that’s one safe topic sullied.

If they were any other sort of mother and son, this is where she’d make him sit down and feed and water him and listen to all his tedious troubles. But they aren’t anyone else, just themselves, and they have to live with that every day. Besides which, when she very graciously and generously offers the boy some tea, he looks at her out of the corner of his eye and asks ‘Is it drugged?’

‘Now, would I do that, right when you need your wits about you the most?’

He gives her the look that means he’s imagining slicing bits and pieces off her.

‘Really, you’re bad enough when you’re in what counts for your right mind; I shudder to think what you’d be like while off your head on mushrooms.’

The look continues.

‘All right, you’re in a mood. How about some water?’ She even points him towards the ice box where the vodka nestles, to be helpful.

‘It is eight in the morning!’ He says, as if he doesn’t carry around that fancy hip flask for his own nips of vodka when it suits.

‘So? It’s also the only way I can put up with the brats you persist in foisting upon me.’

‘…Mother, are you deliberately teaching the young ones while drunk?’

She considers. She takes her sweet time. ’Hmmm. No, I am not. Calm yourself; I wouldn’t get sloshed around the children. There wouldn’t be many of them left if I did.’

It’s been a while since she’s driven him to shut his eyes and breathe through his nose like that. ‘That. Actually makes your choice of teaching methods even worse. You do realise that makes them worse?’

‘Still effective, though.’ Fine, if there’s to be no vodka, she can try her luck elsewhere. ‘I don’t suppose lessons will be cancelled today? A feast day to celebrate this momentous occasion?’

He considers. He takes his sweet time. ‘Hmmm. No, we shan’t do that. It is a joyous day, but we must not teach the young ones to neglect their studies.’

It was an immensely long shot. Nevertheless, he must pay for this. ‘Then a small toast, if nothing else?’

‘Fuck, no. I endured enough toasts last night. So much smashed glass.’

‘Enough for you to make sand for a whole new desert beneath a new Fold?’

Ah, he could cleave her in two with that look, no need for the Cut! ‘Why are you so surprised? Did you expect an actual toast? Applause? As if you’d done something really clever?’

Elbowing himself upright off the fireplace, her boy stands so formal and offended. ‘I was hoping for perhaps a touch more genuine enthusiasm at the coming of the Sun Summoner.’

‘Well. That would depend very much on what you intend to do with her. If you’re not having any tea, you can at least make me a glass.’

He rolls his eyes at the utterly arduous task before him; nonetheless, he goes to unearth a glass. Make that glasses; evidently the sildroher-call of freshly steeped tea is just too strong to resist after all, even on the off chance that it contains mushrooms.

‘So,’ she says, once she’s got her brew, ‘how is the Fold?’

‘As much of a scar upon Ravka as ever.’ He laughs in delight as he roots out the cherry jam; it’s fleeting but still the first laugh she’s heard from him in possibly years. ‘How are your students?’

‘Fucking irritating as ever. How’s the court?’

‘Same drunk, disorderly, inbred fuckwits as ever. I had to drag some of my Healers out of their beds for numerous idiots who persisted in treading on broken glass in bare feet; in addition to several snatched scalps, a broken back and a popped testicle.’

Why? Why has she lived to a point where she has to hear sentences like this? ‘Exciting evening.’

He hums agreement through his second mouthful of jam, and swallows immediately to allow for further ranting. ‘And Peter was egging them on, of course. “In honour of the Sun Summoner!”’ He was so excited that he even started throwing glasses at the servants, as opposed to the floor. Such a child.’

This, from the man eating his mother’s cherry jam from the jar by the spoonful, barely even trying to disguise it with the occasional sip of tea. She sticks to observing, ‘It seems you’ll have some stiff competition for her time and attention.’ And likely her allegiance as well. Her boy has no doubt charmed the stockings off Alina Starkova by now and has a whole bevy of material comforts ready to woo her with; still, the girl would have to be the dumbest wench alive not to at least somewhat throw her lot in with the Emperor of Ravka, be he the dumbest cunt alive.

Her boy, in the meantime, shrugs and licks the spoon in the face of danger. ‘I quiver with fear.’

‘Remind me; what happened the last time you underestimated a monarch?’

While he struggles to swallow his rage and her jam, she gulps down some tea and still gets a word in before him: ‘Peter may be a miserable little runt compared to Old Peter or Anastas, but he’s still got your future soldiers within easy massacring distance, and your balls firmly in a vice. If he wants Starkova for his own, who are you to stop him?’

‘I am - and I cannot believe the words are coming out of my mouth - his Uncle Vanya. I am one of his grandfather’s most trusted generals, and now one of his most trusted generals. I am a person whom he wants, desperately, to be proud of him.’ Raising his glass to toast himself, looking her dead in the eye, he concludes: ‘Most certainly I can stop him.’

She’s about to ask if that’s why he was able to delay trotting Starkova out in front of Peter and begging to be allowed to keep her until this morning, but he continues, which is probably just as well: ‘In any case, Peter has decided to take a somewhat novel route. He wants the Sun Summoner to…love him.’

Their eyes meet again and for once they are in perfect agreement: the horror. The horror.

‘Which means he’ll try to be charming. Likeable. Wise and beneficent, for possibly the first time in his life. It should be both hilarious and harrowing to witness.’

‘He might yet surprise you.’ And her boy might wrinkle his nose in derision, but he’s spent so long around his boy that perhaps he thinks he’s safe, that the leopard eating people’s faces would never eat his face.

‘When last I saw the Emperor, he was raring to play with his toy soldiers and plan how precisely he’d rescue the Sun Summoner from the drüskelle. He wanted to include some wolves.’

‘…he said that to your face?’

‘Oh, yes.’

As she said just now, and much as he’ll deny it: balls. Vice. And yet: ‘And you still haven’t killed him yet?’

‘Careful, mother; that almost sounds like treason. You know, the thing you periodically counsel me against?’

‘Hnh. I am a myth. Myths cannot plot treason. More tea.’

While he’s taking her glass for a refill, he asks out of curiosity rather than concern, ‘Speaking of which, I hope Baghra Yaga hasn’t incapacitated anyone too vital to the running of the country lately?’

‘If she has, then it’s their own fucking fault for blundering around bear-infested woods for days on end. And by the way, Aleksander, pet. I’d hate to think you had anything to do with this sudden craze that half the court has, for trying to invade my home and ask for a light, of all things.’

‘Of course not, mother. It was Peter who restarted that idiotic tradition of seeking out the witch in the woods.’

A tradition which her boy seized upon and squirreled into Peter’s head. He’s doing this just to piss her off. She should call his bluff by flaying and fileting the very next drunk fuckwit that she finds near her house or in one of her traps, skewering the pieces on the Grand Palace lawns, and strewing their hair and teeth all over the place; let’s see if anyone still wants to go into the woods to find ‘the Baghra Witch’ after that. The boy thinks he can wear her down into summoning again by annoying the ever-loving shit out of her? There are many ways to skin a nosy and terminally stupid aristocrat.

Her boy, aware of her plotting but with no idea of the downfall she is weaving for him, returns her glass. ‘Just think, if you lived in the Little Palace, you wouldn’t have to put up with their attempts at rude intrusions.’

‘If I moved into your Little Palace, I would end up killing someone you would actually miss.’ He opens his mouth to protest. ‘Am I wrong?’ He shuts his mouth. ‘Best for me to stay out here, eh? Safer.’

Perhaps with visions of bisected children dancing in his head, he nods to show she’s won this round.

‘Now. Peter may be utterly lacking in charm, but Elizabeth is another matter entirely.’ She makes a show of a good long sip of this new glass before continuing. ‘What will you do if the Emperor sends his aunt as a go-between to Starkova, or if she decides to take the initiative? Volunteer yourself to distract her again? Another seduction?’

‘At present, I fancy Elizabeth’s far too busy trying to make sure Peter impregnates his wife. There’ll be no humouring his whims when it comes to other women. Likely she’ll say he’s already got a mistress and an Empress; he shouldn’t be getting greedy.’ With that out of the way, he gets that scolding look when he despairs of her wits and thinks they’re on the way out.  ‘Also, you do her a grave disservice by thinking her cock-struck. She’d cut my throat in a heartbeat if she thought I was threatening him.’

‘Oh, good for her.’ She raises her glass to the Grand Duchess: a woman who knows what is going on. ‘Though it does make me wonder what you plan to do with her, in the event all your scheming actually pays off. Or with little Catherine, for that matter.’

That irritating smile of his, perhaps from thinking of past romps with Elizabeth, fizzles out. ‘I’ve literally just got back; I’ve barely had my tea, and you ask me to pass judgement on the new Empress? Before I’ve even had a chance to properly see her in action?’

‘You’d better get a move on, then, before it’s too late. The brats have been on fire about how she’s picked a fight with Countess Svenska, you might not even have to trouble yourself. She’ll be discovered face down in a fountain soon enough.’

Shockingly, he doesn’t look tempted by the prospect. ‘That won’t do; I need her alive for now. Zlatan might not have wanted her as Empress, but he’ll adore her as a martyr of East Ravka’s growing degeneracy.’

‘Well, then she lives. And what will you do if she tries to outshine Starkova?’

She waits for him to finish laughing, ducking his head and actually showing his teeth. The first time she’s seen that in years as well; today is turning out to be just full of surprises. ‘She’s not a complete fool, boy. She’s nowhere near powerful enough to steal Starkova from you and take her under her own wing, so either she tries to win her favour or attempts to blot out her light. Such as it is. What then?’

‘Then she still lives.’ Her boy plays about with his glass for really far too long before setting it aside. ‘But she won’t enjoy it.’ With that oh so dramatic threat, he starts his pacing; he’s probably eager to be heading back to his Little Palace and collect his pet, but he had to stop and gossip with her for a spell. ‘I want Alina-’

The first time that he’s spoken the girl’s name. He likes her, and he doesn’t even know it.

‘-ready to shock and amaze by the Winter Fete. She must dazzle Peter, Elizabeth, the Apparat. All the ambassadors, Zlatan and his minions, anyone who thinks that Ravka is ready to be butchered for her meat.’

Now comes the list of demands and commands. She sets her glass aside as well and prepares for battle. ‘But?

‘But there will be no cause for complaint on her part during her training. That means no fire. No unscheduled dips in the lake. No drugged tea without Alina’s explicit consent. No bear traps, no snares, and definitely no bees. Where did you even find a bee hive?’

‘Get your own.’ While he gapes at being interrupted – what, should she have stuck her hand up and waited to be permitted a word? - she strikes back. ‘Why even send her to me, then? I’ve given hundreds of your little worshippers the kick up the arse that they desperately needed; you liked the results well enough then. If you’re fretting that she’ll mewl and quit at the prospect of a few hard knocks, train her yourself. Take all the others, while you’re at it.’

‘What, when I might be sent to the furthest reaches of the empire on Peter’s whim and at a moment’s notice?’ Oh, thank Maker there’s no hesitation in his reply, so he likely won’t be calling her bluff! ‘Should I teach Alina via letters from the front? Communicate with her via some mystical bond that permits us to share our minds? She needs stability and structure to unlock her full potential, and I know I can always rely upon you to be as constant and uncompromising as the Permafrost.’

‘Flatterer.’

‘I do my best. In any case, I can hardly inflict you upon every student and then turn around and say “Except for Alina Starkova.” I won’t have any whispers of favouritism.’

Maker, the boy exhausts her sometimes. She settles back into the ideal position for deploying her perfected and devasting sidelong stare. ‘You’ve installed her in the Vezda suite, you had special crockery made for her and you demanded twenty different designs for her kefta. Definitely no favouritism there.’

‘By which you mean, I’ve installed her in the safest location in the Little Palace. And I demanded nothing; those were all tributes from the Artificers.’ He has the effrontery to look innocent. ‘I’m told there was quite a scuffle over who would get the honour of making her kefta. Even one or two duels.’

‘Regardless of whoever got their eyes scratched out, you’re the one who’s having a golden chair - yes, I know about the chair - installed next to yours in the dining hall. You realise that once the novelty wears off, they’ll bitch and moan?’ The boy’s no doubt ready to babble more about how long they have waited for their saviour, so she drowns him out once more: ‘You’ve got your latest sighthound eating out of your hand, but Zoya Nazyalenskaya has not spent years working her way up the ranks, only to be outstripped by a scrap from the provinces. Even if the sun does shine out of her arse.’

Has he only just thought of this himself? Surely not. Surely he’s not grown so soft in his palace and position that he’s forgotten self-interest and spite are also eternal. Surely - ecstatic though he is at finally having a Sun Summoner in his clutches - he’s at least considered that Zoya is not going to welcome Alina Starkova with open arms, but might rather desire to rip the very breath from her lungs and make her eyes explode in their sockets for good measure.

Well, he clearly has now. ‘Zoya will understand.’ And when she simply stares at him, he adds: ‘If not now, then soon enough. She’ll know which way the wind is blowing.’

‘…just for that, you absolutely deserve to be stabbed in the back.’

‘Fair point. But she has more than earned her rightful place for when the time comes.’

‘Even if it’s not by your side? You think that spot should go to Starkova? Can she even use her powers yet, outside of getting pricked with that ridiculous talon of yours? What exactly are you giving me to work with?’

'Why not come and see her for yourself?’ He spreads his arms, palms to the heavens, asking the universe why he has to plead again with such a stubborn old bag. 'You asked for a holiday? Quit your fireside and actually bestir your bones. Peel yourself out of your chair, always assuming you haven’t fused with it by now, and join us in our procession to the Grand Palace.’

‘And what would I do there? Is Baghra Yaga going to make a surprise appearance to curse the Emperor? The Sun Summoner? Both? Maybe even you?’

‘You could attend incognito. We’d throw a kefta on you as a disguise, stick you right in the middle of the throng, hidden amidst the Materialki. It wouldn’t precisely be a front row view, but as good as.’

There are probably more quips that he’s only making because he knows she’ll refuse and which she doesn’t bother to listen to. He can act the dutiful son rebuffed once more by his termagant mother, the sacrifices he’s made for her, the kind and generous offers she spurns! But now he must go, sighing how she is always so unreasonable, and proceed to wrangle the Emperor and mark Alina Starkova as his territory.

These are the days she almost feels some faint vestige of being well-disposed towards Peter; miserable murderous little runt with delusions of divine right though he might be, at least he isn’t plotting to take over the world.

Well, bugger all that. ‘Then we’d better get moving, if we don’t want to hold up your procession.’

He laughs – three times in one visit, such a miracle finding Starkova seems to have worked! – and then belief hits hard as she starts levering herself up from the chair. ‘You’re. You’re actually coming?’

‘Did I stutter? Really. You, the Sun Summoner and the Emperor, trying to be charming, all in the same room? I need to see what happens next.’

***

I find Baghra, and especially her teaching methods, makes a lot more sense if she's stuck into the plot of The Great. Funny old world.

Listing all the nods to other works in this chapter here, because I am not a data-scraping language generator.

Next chapter really, really is When Alina Met Catherine and Peter. I swear.

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[cosmiccannibalcamille]

Halloween HORRORscopes

Published in The Haven

     If you’re curious about what's in store for your sign this Halloween, you’re in luck: I’ve got your hair-raising, spine-tingling, painstakingly punny, Dad-joke-laden horoscope forecasts for All Hallow's Eve.

ENJOY!

Aries ♈

    A la The Addams Family, you’re preoccupied with everything eerie. Skeletons, mummies, and spirits are at the top of the list, but hoodoo and magic could also call out to you. A seance at a cemetery could be just the thing to cure your craving for the odd and macabre… 

Taurus ♉

     Trick-or-treating is a thing of the past. This time around, you and your screammates should throw a party on Elm Street (that’s where Freddy Kreuger lives). While you’re at it, invite Jason Voorhees, Michael Meyers, and Chucky. From what I hear, when these three are at a party, they slayyyyy… 

Gemini ♊

     Grab your broomstick, slap on your pointy hat and light those candles, because your daily routine is in for a witchy makeover. You’re eschewing the mundanity of muggle life for banishing hexes, summoning spells, potions and sigils. And literally all you want to watch is Harry Potter and Hocus Pocus… 

Cancer ♋

     Costume idea: A werewolf! You’ve already got that changeling thing down pat, but it’ll be a fun change of pace to unleash your inner beast and howl at the moon-- if only for a fright night. If going out isn’t your bag, consider staying in and binge-watching werewolf horror movies… 

Leo ♌

     Living dead are coming to your haunted house for a grim night in. Bats, black cats, cobwebs and voodoo dolls provide the perfect atmosphere for a oujia board seance. Of course, you and your undead friends could also prowl through a graveyard and tell ghost stories until dawn. Your choice… 

Virgo ♍

     Vampires, boogeymen and hellions are taking over your streets, but there’s no need to freak. Elvira, Mistress of the Damned, is a Virgo and she never lets any hellions mess with her. So, repeat after me: I’m a horrible hag and no hellion, ghoul, goblin or ogre can mess with me…   

Libra ♎

       Listen to them, the children of the night. Be they poltergeist, warlock or banshee, they’re shrieking for you to join them in a Halloween spook spree. Sharpen your fangs, don your cape and get ready to scary the living sh** out of your dorm, because these cursed companions mean business… 

Scorpio ♏

     Spiders are a good source of protein, so throw a few in your cauldron. The magic potion may not list spiders as a main ingredient, but you’re a crafty witch and you can do as you please. Besides, arachnids balance the bitterness of boomslang skin and newt eye quite nicely…  

Sagittarius ♐

     Spirits of the dead (both literally and figuratively) may rise from the grave and haunt you all day and night. Like zombies, these invisible phantoms seek to feed on your head and heart. The panacea to this paranormal problem isn’t sleep-- dreams are where they get ya --but direct confrontation… 

Capricorn ♑

     Count Chocula has a coven of monstrous pals-- Boo Berry, Franken Berry, The Swirled Ghost --and they’re always down for a Halloween bash. You should do as the Count does: get out of your coffin, call your fright night fam and troll the town for a creepy bash to crash… (I hear Taurus is throwing a rager over on Elm Street.)

Aquarius ♒

     Ancient apparitions (otherwise known as wraiths) could come knocking on the door of your tomb / casket / catacomb. Who you gonna call? Um, Ghostbusters, duh. They’ll blast those spectres back into the past. But watch out: they might splatter ectoplasm all over the place and that goo is hard to clean up…  

Pisces ♓

     Pumpkins become jack-o-lanterns when humans cut out their innards and carve shapes into their flesh. From their gooey guts rise their souls, this is well known in Gourd lore. You might want to familiarize yourself with this and other Halloween myths, or just go make a myth of your own… 

#astrology #astrology signs #horoscopes #horoscope #daily horoscope #all hallows eve #happy halloweeeeeeen #halloween #horror #horror comedy #ghostbusters #addamsfamilyvalues #gomez and morticia #morticia addams #count dracula #vampires #elvira #harry potter #hocus pocus #chucky #michael myers #zombies #zodiac #zodiac sign #aries #pisces #gemini #leo #sagittarius #cancer

[another-lost-mc]

you would love to adopt a pet of some kind, but mephistopheles isn't convinced.

pairing: mephistopheles x gn!reader

content: sfw. domestic fluff. mephisto's brother (unnamed) makes a brief appearance.

word count: 0.7k

a/n: inspired by this fanart and a true story. you can adapt this to your pet of choice. <3

Mephisto never wanted a pet. Not at first, anyway. You bring up the idea of adopting a small breed of puppy, or maybe a kitten—something that you can raise together, and it won't be too big even as an adult. He has all the typical excuses lined up and ready to go: it'll shed all over the bed and clothes, it'll scratch the furniture and stain the carpets.

He tries to hide his other insecurities that add to his hesitation: Lucifer or Satan will want to spend more time visiting you and your little animal, or you might pay less attention to him because of the creature. It's too overwhelming for him to think about, and no, his horses are not the same—not even close! They don't come inside and make a mess. They're noble, dignified animals. They're not pets.

The little back-and-forth goes on like that for a while. You drop the subject when you realize trying to debate with him about it is getting nowhere, and he foolishly thinks you've given up hope. He doesn't quite understand his own reservations, and he hates how disappointed you look every time a discussion about it ends in a stalemate. He doesn't like saying no to you, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to say yes, either.

One day you send him a message from your D.D.D. asking him to come to the gardens behind his family's estate. When he finds you, you're kneeling beside some night-blooming rose bushes along the property line, and in your lap, wrapped in your sweater, is a little—

"I found it under the bushes, but it's so small and dirty. Maybe it was abandoned?"

You're not above a little manipulation to twist his arm to get your way, but he knows that's not what this is. This is you—thoughtful, considerate, loving you—wearing your heart on your sleeve because you'll gladly set yourself on fire if it means helping someone or something keep warm.

"I'll have someone contact the veterinarian about what we can feed it. You can bring it inside for now," he warns you. His stubborn resolve wavers slightly when you swaddle the tiny creature and hold it close to your chest. "But we are absolutely not keeping it. We're simply going to care for it until we can find a suitable home."

You agree to his terms because he's more generous than you expected him to be, considering his stance on having pets. You care for the baby while he watches from a distance, and he stubbornly refuses your offers to feed or hold it. He watches patiently while you tuck the sleeping creature into the makeshift bed you've made in Mephisto's bedroom. He pretends to be asleep when you get up in the middle of the night to check on the animal, but the little one sleeps soundly in its bed after an evening of warm snuggles and proper food.

When you wake up the next morning, the basket you lined with your sweater and some old towels is empty, and your small animal friend is nowhere to be seen. You rush from Mephisto's room in a panic, pajama-clad and barefoot, eyes still crusty with sleep. You nearly trip over someone sitting at the top of the grand staircase and you recognize the gangly shape of Mephisto's brother. He doesn't seem to care that you nearly barreled over him—he's too busy giggling while he records something on his D.D.D.

"I can't find the baby, have you seen it?"

His brother points down the staircase and that's when you finally notice Mephisto. He's wearing his housecoat over his pajamas and he hasn't brushed his bedhead hair yet, and he's opening each door on the ground level and talking to...himself?

"...and this is father's study. The door should be closed if he's working, but I don't suggest coming in here unless he invites you in. He can be fickle with animals, you know. And next door is mother's office, and her window has a fantastic view of the stables—"

Mephisto turns his body slightly as he crosses the hall, and you finally notice the little canvas bag slung over his shoulder. The baby animal (the one he insisted you weren't keeping) is bundled up in a new blanket you've never seen before. It watches from inside the bag while Mephisto gives your pet the official tour of its new home, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling too.

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[peterpparkrr]

art is to feel (ch. 5) || A Bridgerton Series

Series: art is to feel

Paring: Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. To find a wife. What will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life? 

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Thank you for the patience since there was a bit of a wait for this chapter! And please let me know what you think! 

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) // (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

“Are you truly certain, dear brother, that you are actually ready to settle down? Because you seem to have set your sights on the one woman in all of London who cannot be prevailed upon to marry.”

The mornings after a ball had a specific routine in the Bridgerton household. The cook would prepare Violet Bridgerton her special (hangover) remedy, Colin had enough breakfast to feed ten people delivered directly to his room, and for the sanity of the adult members of the family, no one spoke at the table.

And Benedict was breaking that last rule, asking far too complicated of a question far too loudly for this early in the morning. 

Thankfully it was only the two of them at the breakfast table this morning. Hyacinth and Gregory had already eaten and disappeared off somewhere else in the house with their governess. And none of the other Bridgertons had made it downstairs yet this morning. 

“Miss (Y/L/N) refuses to marry, I can’t imagine her ever changing her mind, unless perhaps she truly fell in love, yet you desire a marriage without that particular feeling. Don’t you see the predicament you’ve found yourself in?” Benedict pressed. “No matter the outcome, one if not both of you will suffer.”

“You underestimate me, Benedict,” Anthony replied plainly as he attempted to turn his attention back to the copy of the London Times that he had not been reading. 

“You cannot seriously expect me to allow you to seduce her,” Benedict hissed as he leaned across the corner of the table and pressed his index finger into his brother’s chest as he lowered his voice, “Anthony if I get wind of you doing anything untoward I swear…”

“Are you quite finished, Benedict? I’m not going to seduce her,” Anthony scoffed as he stood from the table. Removing himself from the room so that this conversation would be over. Anthony didn’t know what exactly he was going to have to do to get (Y/N) to agree to marry him. 

And seduction wouldn’t be his first choice, of course, but if it had to come to it, he might. He just needed to find some way to convince her that they were each other's match. They didn’t have to be in love or share anything more than a mutual attraction (which he at least knew was already there on his side, he’d have to be a blind fool not to find her attractive) in order to produce his heirs and a companionable friendship so that the two could live together comfortably until Anthony’s inevitable passing in a few years.

And if he had to tell a few half-truths or white lies to get (Y/N) to see how promising their future together could be, then so be it.

Anthony Bridgerton had never claimed to be a saint.

The ever desirable Lady (Y/L/N) does not, it seems, see her own desirable match among her suitors. The wealthy heiress seems perfectly happy to live the rest of her days as a spinster. Though I suppose when you are as rich as Miss (Y/L/N), life is never very hard. 

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, June 2 1814

Lady Danbury was traveling to Clair Hall to visit her grandchildren. It would be a brief visit, Gigi hated her late daughter’s husband. So she would merely stay to check in on George and Gareth before returning to London. 

It was a short visit, but with your two pseudo-cousins just returning home from school, it was the perfect time for a quick visit. 

You had elected to stay home. You had a painting you were in the middle of working on, and did not wish to be disturbed. 

Besides, St. Clair always made you a bit uncomfortable, as older men generally did, the vague references to a union between your close families of the matrimonial sort was frequently hinted at during your visits, which, given George and Gareth being your juniors you had no interest in.

You were hard at work in your studio when a footman knocked on the door.

“Lord Bridgerton has called, should I have him wait for you downstairs?” The footman asked as he poked his head into the room.

“Could you send him up here please, with Miss Martha?” You asked him after considering your options, you could say you’re indisposed, but there was no reason the two of you couldn’t chat while you work, at least as long as Martha acts as your chaperone.

“Of course, milady,” He replies before closing the door.

“Afternoon, Lord Bridgerton,” You greet Anthony as Martha led him into the room.

“So this is your studio,” Anthony remarks as he looks around curiously.

Your studio was really just a repurposed bedroom. The furniture had been removed. It was empty other than a bookshelf that held your supplies and your treasured collection of books on the old masters. Other than that there were a few easels in the middle of the room that held your current projects, and piles upon piles of canvases that were piled on top of each other against the walls. You’d like to say that they were all your finished projects, but you were a rather fickle artist and half of those paintings were unfinished.

“Yes,” You reply with a small smile as you glance up from your canvas to see him making his way around the room, taking in the various projects you have littering the edges of the room.

You turned back to your works as he moved to inspect some of your finished paintings. 

You were so focused that you didn’t even realize that Anthony was watching you paint until you felt his breath on the back of your neck.

“Do you mean to intimidate me, Lord Bridgerton?” You tease, though you can’t quite bring yourself to turn your head and look at him. “You’re hardly the harshest critic who has seen me work.”

“Do I make you nervous, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Anthony asks slowly, as he leans slightly closer to you. As close to you as he can possibly get with you still in the room.

“Of course not,” You reply quickly, “So, tell me, how does your search for a wife go?” You ask, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

“I fear I shouldn’t voice my opinions on this year's debutantes, given that they are your contemporaries.”

“Do you intend to condemn the entire population of young women with your opinions, Lord Bridgerton? You do have several sisters who fall into that group.”

“Of course, and I would love to see them happily married as soon as possible, but there seem to be just as much of a dearth ineligible young women as there are ineligible young men.”

“I’m well aware,” You reply with a short laugh. The men who’d called upon you and Lady Danbury this summer were not impressive. The only men you could even stand to be around were the Bridgerton brothers.

“And is that why you won’t get married? The lack of options?” He asks.

“It’s more complicated than that.” You reply. A little confused by his sudden interest in your views on marriage. “I do not wish to marry, I will not allow some man to take away my already limited agency, the small freedoms I still maintain.”

Anthony just stared back at you, silently challenging your opinion. 

“Besides, why should I marry when I have no reason to?”
 You add.

“What about love?”

“Love?” You nearly laughed in his face, “Love? Women do not marry for love, they marry for money, security, stability.”

 You stare at Anthony for a moment, “I already have all those things, why should I need a husband?”

“Don’t you get lonely?” He asks after a moment.

“Why, that is what close friends and companions are for,” You reply as you look over at him curiously. You can feel him studying you, as if he’s trying to understand the deepest parts of you, if only to film them inside out and give them back to you completely disassembled. “I want to live my life the way I always have, to travel, paint, no husband would ever allow me such freedom.”

“And if your future husband supported your desire for those freedoms, what would you say then?”

You’re dubious, but shrug. “I’m not sure such a man exists, truth be told, but if he did, I suppose I would have to love him so much that I couldn’t bear to live my life without him.”

Anthony cleared his throat. “My mother once told Daphne that the person she marries should be her dearest friend,” He said, causing you to glance up at him, taken aback by what you saw as a rather sudden change in the conversation.

“Maybe I should marry Benedict then,” You replied. That was the course of logic that she saw laid out in front of her. A friend, someone who would let her paint, if nothing more was needed, then he was the obvious choice.

“No.” Anthony blurted out before he could stop himself. He had to physically bite his tongue to keep himself from finishing that thought. 

No, you can’t marry Benedict. If you marry anyone it should be me. 

But he couldn’t say that to her. Not now. He’d only scare her off.

It wasn’t hard to pick up on the fact that Anthony Bridgerton did not like the fact that his long-time friend Simon Basset, the Duke of Hastings, had married his younger sister. 

According to the letters you’d received from Simon early on in his marriage to Daphne the Anthony you were seeing today was much improved from how he had behaved during their courtship and the first few weeks of the marriage. A fact that you found deeply concerning because the treatment that Simon was currently receiving from Anthony was barely cordial.

Thankfully Simon and Daphne were seated at one end of the table with Anthony at the other end. And with all of the Bridgerton siblings seated in between the two men it seemed that the brooding and agitation between the two to simmer at a dull annoyance.

You tried your best to ease the discomfort. Always one for peacekeeping you kept the topics of conversation light, and far, far away from marriage and anything that might spark a confrontation. 

In fact, you had been so caught up in the story that Anthony was telling you that you almost didn’t see the daggers that Simon himself was now shooting down the table at Anthony.

When Anthony turned to chastise Gregory for pulling his sister’s hair you happened to catch Simon staring Anthony down fiercely from the other end of the table.

You quirked an eyebrow at him when his glare shifted over to you and tilted your head slightly, trying to figure out what his problem was. 

He shook his head at you with a sigh before turning back to his plate and the conversation that his wife and mother-in-law were trying to have with him.

By the end of dinner, you’d nearly forgotten about Simon’s strange anger. But as everyone was standing up to retire to the drawing-room Simon circumvented the rest of the family to track you down.

“We need to speak. Alone.” Simon tells you as he wraps his hand around your forearm, pulling you down the hallway before you can enter the drawing-room.

“What is your problem, Simon?” You ask him with a huff as he finally stops, and finally lets go of you, once you’re standing in his study.

“I need you to be honest with me, (Y/N), I-”

“What is this about?” You ask bluntly as you cross your arms over your chest. You don’t appreciate being treated like a misbehaving child by a man you’re not even related to.

“Is Bridgerton courting you?” Simon asks.

“Well, you’re going to have to be more specific, there are three- well, technically, there are four Bridgertons, though even I’ll admit that Gregory is a bit too young for me-”

“-(Y/N),” Simon practically growled, cutting off your jest as he stared at you, clearly unamused, and a little annoyed at your attempt to lighten the conversation.

“Simon!” You shout back at him, crossing your arms over your chest, “No! Anthony is not courting me, not that it’s any of your business! You are not my father!”

“I know, I know,” Simon sighed. “It’s just… last season when Daphne and I… Well, you know that things were not exactly done properly. And I just worry that perhaps Anthony holds that against me still and that he would try to…”

“I’m flattered, Simon, really, that you think that I’d be your substitute sister in Anthony’s revenge scheme, but I can assure you that nothing improper has happened between us, and will not happen. Ever. Need I remind you that I am more than capable of taking care of myself?”

“I know that you are perfectly able, but you know what London is like, the rumors and gossip here, (Y/N), even a false whisper of impropriety? It could ruin you.”

“I am aware.” You reply cooly as you stare back at Simon. You are not a child, nor an idiot, you know what can happen to young women who are not careful here, you’ve seen the consequences play out before you before. “Please, don’t worry about me. I appreciate your concern, I really do, but as I’ve tried to explain to Gigi, Anthony and I are not attached. And we will not be, we have a friendship, nothing more.”

Simon stared at you strangely then, the concern on his face was replaced with some other emotion, one you were having a harder time discerning. 

“Very well,” He replies.

“Now can we please rejoin the party?” You ask, eager to change the subject and join the others. “I want to force Eloise to play a duet with me, she’s going to hate it.”

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Jealousy

Word count: 6,5k

Genre: Smut, romance, no quirk lol

Warnings: 18+, a little bit of choking, a little bit of daddy kink, rough sex, dom!dabi , jealousy kinda, unprotected sex, alcohol

Credit to the owner of the pic!!

✨Friends to lovers fic✨

Throwing your phone across the room, deep breath coming out of your mouth. The fact that he was coming back today made the time pass so slow it was painful. You were glancing at your phone every now and then checking what time it is, knowing he should arrive around 17PM. Rolling down on your old bed, you took a good look of your room.

Pastel pink walls, white bed, small working table in the left corner of the room. Beside your bed were photos taped on the wall. All those photos woke a memory in you. Some of the photos were of you and your friends, but most of them were of you and Dabi.

Dabi.

Your childhood best friend. You will never forget the day you first met him. Shy little Touya not wanting to play with your dolls. I’M A MAN. He screamed back then, throwing the doll away, making you cry loudly. You will never forget how scared he got in the moment you started screaming around, trying to hush you down somehow. He did everything he could hoping his parents won’t hear.

Yours and Touya’s parents were literally best friends, visiting each other almost every day. Having to face him so often, you two almost had no choice then to become friends. At the beginning none of you were impressed by each others company. But how both of you grew up, you were becoming closer and closer. At some point, you two became inseparable.

When Touya started getting piercings, you were so jealous. You wanted to get that Certilage piercing just like him, but your parents were so strict even the thought of it made their hair get up. Of course Touya being Touya, he didn’t give a two shits about their decision. Picking you up one day after school and brining you to his friend that did his piercings too. That night both families were fighting. His parents lecturing him how he is such a bad influence to you, and your parents screaming on you how you’ll never get married with piercing like that. Saying it’s not ladylike.

,, If no one marries her, I will’’ Touya said, making your heart flutter, and everyone else in the room laughed loudly, finding it cute how he was protecting you.

Of course, growing up both of you went different directions in your life. Moving out of your parents place was best thing that happened to you. Having that freedom you never had before, you were appreciating even little things.

Dabi moved out in another city, saying he never wanted to live in his hometown anyway. Of course, there wasn’t a day that he didn’t contact you. But having him so far away made things much harder for you. The only positive thing about him moving to another city was the fact that your huge crush on him would melt down, at least you hoped so.

You were so in love with him. How could you not be ? Having him around so much, such a handsome and good guy, you simply had to develop feelings toward him.

Walking downstairs, you heard Enji laughing loudly at something your father said. You visiting your parents home again, while Todoroki’s were also there, all of you waiting for Dabi to return. It made your heart warm up again, missing moments when all of you were spending time together so often.

Making your way toward kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something to eat. Not that you were hungry, you were simply bored and something had to kill that boredom.

Taking the milk pudding, you opened it and took one spoon. You tried to multitask somehow, with one hand you were eating the pudding, while with other hand just scrolling your instagram feed.

Suddenly, a head placed on your shoulder, trying to see what you were looking at. Your parents always did that. They had to know why you were always holding that damn phone in your hands.

,, Dad, this is private, I’m not a child anymore’’ you whined, pushing your fathers head away. You hated when he does that, privacy is privacy and it has to be respected.

,, I didn’t know you were into daddy kink’’ a familiar voice whispered, making you flinch in surprise. Turning around you immediately jumped on the person standing behind you. Dabi laughed, placing his hand around your waist hugging you strongly, before he pulled you up in the air.

,, You little piece of shit, I missed you so much’’ you said hugging him back, not paying any attention to your parents in the background.

The rest of the day was all about Touya. How he was, what did he do, does he have a girlfriend and so on. Of course he liked to be the center of the attention, talking about everything. Not that you were complaining, you were sinking in every word that came out of his mouth, admiring him as always.

At the end of the day, your parents made plans that this week all of you should meet and have a super cool bbq like in the old times. Which meant one big ass sleep over, with Todoroki’s. Those nights were always amazing, so much food, so much sweets and of course so much alcohol for grown ups. That was the reason why Rei and Enji slept over after all. All of them would simply get wasted.

Dabi decided he will sleep at your place, since he never saw your new apartment, all of them agreeing, knowing that there’s a lot he probably wanted to tell you.

First both of you went to his old home, placing his suitcase and taking just few stuff to bring over. He didn’t want to waste any time, since his parents were still at your place, and he really wanted to finally see your new apartment.

Placing his bag in his hallway, he immediately went inside your living room, looking around, commenting what doesn’t look good and how he would decorate it much better. He opened the fridge, feeling like home and took one ice cream out of the freezer. Making his way toward your couch.

,, So, where’s that piece of shit called Kai’’ he asked, biting the chocolate on the ice cream. You were confused a bit, since you broke up with Kai long time ago.

,, Didn’t I already tell you? It’s been six months since we broke up’’ you laughed out. How can it be possible that you left your dear Touya uninformed about your love life.

,, Oh, that breaks my heart.’’ He said sarcastically. ,, What happened?’’ he added licking the ice cream.

,, Well, he cheated on me’’ you lied, sitting down beside him. Well, technically he did cheat on you, but the reason behind it was because he found out about your feelings about Dabi. He found out that he was only being used to forget your one sided love. Not that you didn’t like Kai, you did find him attractive, but you couldn’t force yourself to do with him stuff every couple did. Which made him cheat on you, hoping he will make you step further. But at his surprise you did something every normal person would do, broke up with him.

You did feel disappointed that you two had to part your ways like that, but you also understood him and with that you couldn’t force yourself to hate him or be that much hurt.

,, He didn’t deserve you anyway. I have no idea what did you see in him. Dude looks like he fed a whole Village in Africa, no offense ‘’ he said, making you laugh.

,, Anyway, we are invited to Mina’s birthday this Saturday’’ you said placing both of your legs on the table.

,, Aren’t we having a bbq that day?’’ Dabi asked as he placed the stick of his ice cream on the table.

,, Yeah, but we can still go tho. They’ll be really happy to see you again, I told everyone that you are back’’ you said, as he placed his head on your lap. You smiled, knowing how much he loves when you play with his hair.

,, Sure, we can do both. I am glad I’ll see them all again’’ he said making your stomach twist out of jealousy. You knew how much Yua and Akari liked Dabi. Of course you were friends, but the fact that all these two had their eyes on him made your blood boil. Even Mina was into him, until she found a boyfriend recently. They didn’t know that you liked him, but you knew very well that they weren’t happy that you had him by your side all the time.

After telling you about the city and all his experience, you two decided to go to sleep since it was already 2AM. You went to the bathroom to change into your silk pajama, coming back only to find Dabi in your bed wearing only shorts.

,, I really wanna get some tattoos too’’ you said looking the tattoos over his chest and arms, wanting to touch every single one of them.

,, Do it’’ he simply said, placing his arms under his head. You just rolled your eyes on him, he knew very well that you weren’t that brave.

,,You can sleep here, I’ll crash on the couch’’ you said ready to stand up. He was a guest after all, and for him you would sleep on the floor if he asked you to.

,, Of course you’re not’’ he said grabbing your arm and pulling you in the bed beside him. Wrapping his one arm around you.

,, Don’t get all cold with me suddenly’’ he laughed while covering both of you with your covers. Of course, you two slept together in one bed before, it wasn’t something unusual. But knowing how you feel about him, you knew that with every move like this, your feelings will grow back even stronger then they were before.

,, Touya, we aren’t children anymore’’ you said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

,, That’s exactly what I was thinking about. Might as well do stuff adults do’’ he said jokingly, making you push him even harder. Making sure you are smiling he just held you stronger repeating that he was joking.

Once you realized that he won’t really give up, you just gave in, preparing yourself for one sleepless night with him.

Dabi placed your leg over him, slowly caressing your tight while telling you about some nonsense like he did before until you would fall asleep. Once he thought that you fall asleep, you felt his long arms around you and his lips on your head.

Having him so close to you, he didn’t know what effect he had on you. For him it was just one normal night, while for you it was something you won’t be able to keep out of your mind next upcoming weeks.

The next days it was like before. Dabi was spending more time at your place as he did home. You two would spend time together, playing games, going grocery shopping together, visiting cafes and so on. You even saw Akari in one café, and of course she was all over Dabi. You couldn’t watch it, she was touching his arm so recklessly, and the fact that he wasn’t doing anything about it didn’t’ help either.

Excusing yourself, you said that you felt sick. Dabi wanted to follow you home, but Akari was insisting how he should stay, since they didn’t see each other for such a long time. Not wanting to make any scene, you just told him to stay, not to worry and left them.

On your way home, you felt terrible. It wasn’t anything big, but yet you overacted there and had to leave. But you simply couldn’t watch or hear anything more. You were the one that was supposed to touch him like that. You wanted to touch all those tattoos, and even tho you were his best friend you couldn’t find the courage to do it. Yet, stupid Akari did it without a problem.

Knowing that Dabi will probably just come back to your place, you made your way toward your parents house, not ready to face him somehow. In that moment you wished you didn’t gave him your spare keys. You didn’t want to wait for him and think about what they were doing.

Of course your parents were more then happy to welcome you home. Since you moved out you didn’t sleep at their place that often. But they knew something was wrong, not wanting to bother you, they just let you be.

Once again the night was sleepless for you. Dabi did contact you, asking if you are ok and if he should bring something to you, but once you saw that Akari posted him on her Instagram story, you couldn’t even force yourself to text him back.

You knew that It was so childish of you, he didn’t even know how you feel about him, yet that something small would upset you so much. But your feelings were getting better of you. The whole night you were rolling around in your bed, thinking if he’s home yet, if they are fucking somewhere. You were thinking what would have happened if you just stayed. If you did, he would probably just leave home with you.

Waking up next morning, you wanted to kill yourself. The soreness in your eyes didn’t help either. You saw few messages from Dabi, asking where you are, yada yada. Seeing that it was sent around 4am, you tossed your phone across the bed. Did he stay that long with her ?

You slowly stood up and made your way toward the bathroom, brushing your teeth before leaving home. Your parents were insisting that you should stay, and spend the rest of the day with them. It was Saturday anyway, so you’ll be here later anyway.

But you didn’t want, you had to clean your apartment a bit together with your thoughts. Also it was Minas birthday today, so you had to get ready before you leave for the bbq and her birthday.

Opening the door of your apartment, you saw Dabi’s shoes placed beside yours. Slowly tip toeing, you found him in your bedroom asleep. You slowly closed the door, and started cleaning quietly, making sure not to wake him up.

You wanted to lay down beside him, and simply cuddle yourself close to his body, but because of the thought of the last night, you also wanted to grab his hair and force him out of your apartment.

Of course, once he woke up, you couldn’t be mad at him anymore. You had to act it up, and just ignore what happened, after all how could you explain to him why were you even mad ? Dabi left your place around 16PM, leaving you all alone with your thoughts once again. You whished you could tell him how you felt, you wished he would understand.

When the time came, you wore your light purple spaghetti strap dress. Since the evenings were still kidna cold, you decided to wear your oversized black cardigan that was the same length as your dress. Covering just enough.

After doing your make up and straightening your hair, you placed your small bag over your shoulder and wore your overknee lace up boots before you left. The cardigan was bothering you a bit, since you knew how hot it usually gets when you’re in club, but once the wind brushed your naked tight, you didn’t mind it anymore.

Once you got at your parents place, you helped them with all the preparing. Your mom didn’t let you prepare the food, being scared you’ll ruin your dress. But you still helped with plates and all the alcohol. Placing everything on the table outside.

When they arrived Enji and your dad immediately started with the bbq. Rei and your mom were simply enjoying the evening and sipping on their wine, waiting for their food. While both of you and Dabi were simply on your phones. Once again you were upset, all of them complimented your looks, everyone but him. Piece of shit like he looked any better, whit his simple white shirt and jeans.

Lies.

He looked so beautiful without any effort, the tattoos on his arm totally visible.

You took the wine from the table filling your glass, drinking it fast down. Just the thought of Akari and other girls being all over him was driving you crazy. You had to prepare yourself.

,, Slow down doll, I don’t want to spend the rest of my night holding your hair in the toilet’’ Dabi said taking the now empty glass away from you and laughing a bit.

,,Don’t worry about me, I’m capable of taking care of myself on my own’’ you said taking the glass back and filling it with wine again. Who does he think he is ?

When the meat was done, both of you ate and drank a bit before leaving. Dabi didn’t want to drive since he also had plans to drink. Enji was insisting on giving you a ride, but you two didn’t want to break his fun, after all the club wasn’t that far away.

,,So, who will be there tonight?’’ Dabi asked you, taking the box of cigarettes out of his pocket and lighting one cigarette.

,, Mina of course, Yua, Himari, Ryohei, Hiro, Akari and Kai’’ you said, placing your hands in the pockets of your cardigan.

,, We should make your little Kai jealous, what do you think?’’ He said, placing his arm around your shoulders.

,, Nah, no need’’ you said looking down on the floor.

When you arrived the club was already full of people. Thankfully Mina waited for you two in front of the club, not wanting for you two to waste your time looking for them. You gave her the present that you and Dabi bought few days ago and graduated her. Knowing that Mina is in relationship with Hiro, so the hug she gave Dabi didn’t bother you so much.

Once you got inside, you greeted everyone and ordered your drinks. Of course Akari was giving all of her attention to Dabi, trying to get as close as possible to him.

None of you wanted to wait, so all of you ordered your drinks. You ordered Malibu with cherry juice, you were up for something sweet. Since the sweet drinks kick in much faster and that’s exactly what you needed. Dabi ordered whisky, while Kai, Hiro and Ryohei ordered pure Vodka. Rest of the girls ordered Wine.

,, Hey’’ you heard very familiar voice close to your ear. You turned around sipping on your drink, welcoming Kai with a small smile and nodding your head.

,, How are youu?’’ he asked loud enough for you to hear. Body too close to your own in your opinion.

,, I am good and you?’’ you simply answered finishing your drink, asking yourself why is he starting this random boring chat. Realizing that your friends were eyeing you and your ex down, you smirked to yourself. If they only knew, how little shit you gave about him.

,, Let’s go get another round of drinks’’ you said, and made your way toward the bar, while Kai was following every step you made.

,, You look beautiful tonight’’ Kai pointed after you ordered what everyone was drinking. Well, at least someone appreciates your effort tonight, you thought to yourself.

,, Thank you, you look cool yourself’’ you said already trying your drink, while giving the money with your right hand to the bartender. He didn’t look bad at all, wearing black button up shirt, one part of it tucked in his jeans. His typical black convers shoes. He looked good.

Once you two got back, placing all the drinks on the table, you could feel Dabi’s eyes on you. You weren’t sure if he wanted to tell you something, so you took his Whisky and went to him.

,, What is it ?’’ you asked giving him his drink.

,, Nothing at all’’ he replied eying you down. He was about to say something more, but Akari interrupted him, saying some nonsense. Not wanting to watch them together, you just left them, making your way toward Ryohei, Himari and Kai on the dancefloor.

All of you were dancing. Jumping around and waving your body to the sound of the music. You realized that Kai was trying real hard to get you to himself, but sadly your drinks didn’t hit you that much yet. Still the only person that was on your mind was Dabi. You wanted to look at him, and see what’s he doing, but you were afraid once you turn around you’ll find Akari all over him again, or even worse making out with him. It would definitely ruin your night.

After few more drinks, you finally started getting tipsy. While Mother Mother was playing, you and Himari were jumping around, making your way back toward the table to get your other drink that was already there, you two were screaming at each other ,, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, My daddy’s got a gun, you better run’’ moving your body crazily just as the music was.

,, Cheers’’ Himari screamed, once both of you placed a bit salt on your hand. Licking the salt of your hand, both of you drank the tequila fast before sucking the lemon. Making the weird face, both of you laughed preparing another shot.

Making your way back to the others, both of you were going crazy to the beat of the song you loved. With a new drink in your hand, you didn’t think about the consequences. After all the music was just so good, you simply had to drink.

Dancing around, you felt a body pressed against your. Tilting your head to the side, you realized it’s Kai standing behind you, trying to get as much of you as he could. At that moment you didn’t give a fuck anymore, just giving in and dancing with him. You saw Himari and Mina laughing at you, thinking you two will get together.

,, I’ll go smoke one fast, wanna come?’’ Kai asked. You simply shook your head giving him a sign that you'll simply wait and found yourself once again dancing with Himari. You were glad Himari was there, since without her you wouldn’t have much fun as you had now.

,, You are fast’’ you said, feeling Kai’s body behind you again. Slow down by Chase Atlantic started playing, no better song for grinding your body against someone else. Moving your body slowly, you felt his hands holding your hips firmly.

,, Are you sure you aren‘t into daddy kink doll?“raspy and deep voice made you twitch in shock. ,, What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me ?’’ he added, holding your hips stronger, not giving you any chance to move away from him.

You felt like there was no need to answer him, since Mina bought you another drink you were already busy sipping on your drink . After all, all you wanted to do was drink and get wasted in that moment anyway. So you moved your body from the side to the side, enjoying how close his body was to yours.

Realizing that you drank your drink, Dabi took it form your hand and gave it to the bartender that was passing by anyway. Turning you around to face him, he took your arms and placed them around his neck, while his own arms found their way to your waist.

,, Wasn’t the plan to make Kai jealous?’’ he asked. You could feel his hot breath on your ear. Tilting your head a bit to the left, you closed your eyes and gave him a small nod with the biggest grin ever.

The grin was long gone once you felt his hands over your ass, squeezing it tightly. ,, Then why am I at the end the jealous one ?’’ He asked giving you one more squeeze. Drunk like that you forgot about your friends and what might they think.

,, Is this how you treat your daddy?’’ he added, not giving you a chance to even progress the last question he gave you. You were never into daddy kink, but coming from his lips, you were ready to call him daddy as much as he wanted.

,, I want.. drink.. haha’’ you said laughing, hoping he will get you another one, since you weren’t capable to do it on your own anymore.

,, We are going home’’ he said. He was already tipsy on his own, but nowhere drunk as you were. He told everyone that you two are leaving, not giving you much time to greet them. Seeing disappointed look on Akari’s face made your night. IN YOUR FACE YOU BITCH ASS HOE

Dabi helped you wear your cardigan, and placed your bag over your shoulders, before he placed his hand around your waist helping you walk a bit. Well, you could walk, but with his grip around you, it was much easier.

,, I thought you could take care of yourself’’ he said once you two were outside. He placed you on the nearest bench, just to light up his cigarette before he pulled you up once again. You placed your arm around his shoulders, bragging about how you can walk perfectly fine.

,, Stop pissing me off doll, you’re hard to hold’’ he said as his grip was getting stronger.

,,Or what ?’’ You laughed, taking the cigarette from him and placing it between your lips. You don’t smoke usually, but alcohol took over you. Dabi laughed surprised, not used at the sight of you smoking.

,, My little Touya, you weren’t even born when I started smoking’’ you managed to say, while he was just laughing at the nonsense you were telling him.

Dabi didn’t know what he should do first, hold you firmly or pull your dress down, scared it was to high up for everyone else to see what’s under it.

,,Now, behave yourself, we are almost home’’ he said pulling your dress down a little, and throwing the almost done cigarette from your lips on the floor.

At his and your surprise both of your parents were still outside enjoying their time. You threw your arm up in the air ready to greet them, but Dabi stopped you fast enough. It’s not like your parents have anything against you drinking. But he wasn’t in a mood to talk with them about anything tonight. And he knew very well that drunk like that you were more then ready for a chat with them.

,, Already home?’’ Enji screamed once he saw you two. You were ready to brag about how you wanted to party a bit longer, but Dabi once again stopped you, telling them how you didn’t feel good that much.

,,What’s your problem man ?’’ You hissed at the party breaker that was pulling you upstairs to your room. Looking how your parents prepared your room made you grin. There was a mattress beside your bed prepared for Dabi.

,, They really think you’ll sleep down there’’ you grinned.

,, Obviously’’ Dabi said, placing you slowly on your bed.

,, Now, change into your pajama while I’m brushing my teeth’’ he said slowly, making sure you understand every word.

With alcohol in your system, you just lain down to rest a bit, before getting all the power and will you had to change.

Pulling your dress over your head, you started looking for your pajamas. Seeing Dabi’s shirt on the floor, you felt satisfied and just wore it. Standing there in the room, you thought if it’s his shirt he wore today, or just the one he got himself for bed. You would rather sleep naked than in a shirt he just wore in the club. Even the thought of the smell of all the smoke and alcohol made you feel dizzy.

Taking the part of his shirt, you pulled it close enough for you to sniff it making sure it’s not his shirt from clubbing.

,,What are you doing doll? ‘’ You froze. Looking to the side, you saw him leaning on the doorframe while smirk was formed on his lips. Luckily there was enough alcohol in your system to feel embarrassed in that very moment, since the view of you sniffing his shirt was weird as fuck.

,, Can’t get enough of me ?’’ he added getting closer to you. ,, You have to wear some shorts, or I’ll really be forced sleep on the mattress tonight’’ he added looking you up and down, while you just stood there speechless.

,, Come here, let’s take off your make up’’ he said, placing his hand on your back, leading the way to the bathroom.

Once you were in the bathroom, Dabi pulled you up, making you sit on the washing machine. Slowly helping you wash your teeth. Swinging your legs playfully, Dabi almost poured the water he prepared for you on the floor. Placing the glass to the side, he took your legs and wrapped them around his waist. Even tho you weren’t sober, you could completely understand the position you were in. Taking the wet wipes he started cleaning your make up carefully. You just closed your eyes enjoying his touch on your face, while he was giving his best to do it gentle as possible.

Sudden feel of a skin brushing over your nose made you open your eyes. Seeing his face not even inches from yours, made you froze. His nose brushing against your own, before you felt his soft lips against your own.

,, You are driving me crazy’’ he said, placing his forehead against yours. Not thinking twice you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. At first you knew that he was surprised since he just stood there, but after a short second you felt him smile into the kiss, leaning in and wanting more.

With his hands under your, or better to say his own shirt, he was moving them up and down slowly. The touch of his hands rubbing your naked skin softly made you want more of him. Pulling him closer with your legs, you placed your hands on his chest , wanting to feel everything you could.

Pulling your head back breaking the kiss, you attacked his neck, leaving wet kisses all over it. Touya pulled your body up, placing his hands on your ass, making his way toward your room. Making small breaks while pushing your body against the wall trying to kissing you like his life depended on it.

Once he placed you on the bad, he didn’t waste any time, hovering over you and kissing your neck. Wanting everyone to know to who you belong to. He wanted to make sure the next time you see Kai, he will know that Dabi is the one that’s dicking you down.

,, I know you couldn’t stand the sight of me and Akari, but grinding on Kai like a little whore, making me all jealous was really unnecessary’’ he gasped between kisses. Pulling the shirt over your head he threw it over the room, leaving you only in your panties. ,, especially in that little dress of yours” he added, as he looked over your half naked body.

,, Fuck you, what did you expect of me, I was mad’’ you moaned out once you felt his lips on your breast, sucking and biting it.

,, Well.. guess what’’ he said, still sucking your boob, while squeezing the other one.

,,What?’’ you breathed out, eyes closed while enjoying his lips on your body.

,, Daddy will punish his little naughty girl’’ he said, once again leaving wet love marks all over your chest.

,,Touya, I’m really not into daddy kink’’ you said, your hands deep inside his hair.

,, But I am’’ he said, his head in front of your, making eye contact with you. ,, And tonight I want everyone to know who your real daddy is. I want everyone to know who you belong to’’ he said, wrapping his hand around your throat. ,, Do you understand me ?’’ he added.

,,Yes’’ you whispered, not breakig the eye contact.

,,Yes what?’’ he asked as his hand started to apply pressure to your throat. Not being used to choking, you couldn’t really manage to give him the right answer. It wasn’t the kind of choking where you felt like passing out because of the lack of oxygen, but you were still new to it.

,,Yes daddy’’ you managed to say somehow. Satisfied with your answer, Dabi moved his hand away from your throat, leaving small kisses over the same spot where his hand left small marks.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said, pulling your panties down. Licking his lips, as you were exposed to him. The fact that you were so valuable to him, and knowing how much power he had over you was turning Touya even more on.

Not wasting any time, he spread your thighs further apart, his head leaning down to run his tongue through your folds. Feeling his tongue piercing on your clit, something you always wanted to feel, made you throw you head back into the pillow, while grabbing Dabi’s head pulling him closer to yourself.

Licking you around your opening, the warm and hot feeling of his tongue, mixed with cold feeling of his piercing was making you shiver. You could feel him smirk against your core as he saw how much effect he has on you. You moan as his lips and tongue move against your folds, eating you out like it’s his last meal.

,,Touya please’’ you moan out, as he sucks roughly on your bundle of nerves, causing your body to jolt up, as your fingers grab his messy hair.

Flicking his tongue roughly and tugging your clit, his hands were holding your thighs firmly, as his light blue eyes were focused on you. It doesn’t take him long to make you cum all over his mouth, his name falling from your lips shamelessly. Climbing over you, he kissed you passionately, making you taste yourself on his lips.

Pulling away from the kiss, you started kissing his tattoos, something you wanted to do long time ago. Especially since he came back. Dabi breathed heavily, his head hanging low, while you were under him kissing every little line that covered his body.

He gave you the time you needed, exploring his body as much as you wanted. But once he felt your small hands pulling down his shorts together with his boxers, and licking the tip of his already erected dick, he had to stop you. At your surprise, even his dick was pierced.

,, Another time doll’’ he said, pulling you up. ,, I’ve been dying to fuck you since forever’’ he added, slowly rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. Without any warning his slammed his whole length inside making your scream both in pleasure and pain. Wiggling a little, trying to move just a bit away from him, hoping the pain will go away. But Touya couldn’t let that happened, now when he finally had his dick deep inside you.

,,Just relax baby’’ he said not moving, letting you adjust to his size. Placing soft kisses all over your jaw, then slowly moving out of you, only for him to slide back in, so slow that you could feel every vain of his dick move, together with his piercing rubbing your walls.

Dabi was moving so slow, grinding his hips against yours, as his fingers were rubbing your clit gently. Sliding out of you only until the edge of his head remains, before moving slowly again in, repeating the same move all over again. Only God knew how much he wanted to break you.

,, Touya’’ you moan out once he wraps his fingers with yours, placing your left arm above your head, while his right fingers were still rubbing your clit in circles. Your legs shake as you wrap them around him, another orgasm hitting you hard.

Dabi moans with you, as you squeeze his dick while riding of your orgasm. With you having your second orgasm, he couldn’t hold himself any longer. Your warm walls around him coated in juices were driving him crazy. All the soft and slow moves were forgotten, making his motions now much deeper and intense. Pulling out till the end and slamming recklessly into you again. Groaning in pleasure, he was slamming into you with a speed you could only imagine.

,, Touya, slow down’’ you moaned, closing your eyes, still sensitive from your second orgasm. ,, I don’t think I can take it’’ you added, trying to catch your breath.

,,Of course you can take it. Look at you, you’re taking it right now doll’’ he groaned, holding your hips in one place while fucking you hard like no one ever has before. You were a moaning mess, with every move your moans were louder.

,, Oh God, Touya’’ you moaned, fingers still connected to his. Grabbing his back with your left hand and digging your fingers inside his skin.

,, You’re takng it so well love’’ he said, groaning as he felt the pressure of your nails digging into his back. ,, Go ahead, scratch my back as much as you want’’ he added kissing you sloppily.

Once he started rubbing your clit again, you found yourself digging your nails into his back like a wild cat, finding comfort in it. ,, Touya’’ you moaned his name out as both of you were coming closer to your highs. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, his moves becoming more deeper and jankier. His eyes were shut, while your body started shaking once again. Once again you felt your orgasm pulsing through your stomach, and there you were again squeezing his dick not being able to control yourself as you moaned his name over and over again. Dabi continued fucking you , his groans getting louder and louder, feeling your walls getting tighter and tighter while you were milking his dick down, he released. Emptying his seeds deep into you.

Both of you stayed in the same position, trying to breath normally. His thumb gently rubbing your hand, as he placed kisses all over your bruised neck.

,, You have no idea how much I wanted to be with you’’ he said between the kisses. ,,I’m so in love with you doll’’ he breathed out, making you feel butterfly’s inside your stomach.

,, Are you?’’ you asked, tilting your head just enough to look at him.

,, Don’t act like you didn’t know already’’ he said smiling, while brushing his nose against your cheek. Of course you didn’t know.

,,Fuck you, I was dying here for you, thinking my love is just one sided’’ you said hitting his chest lightly. ,, I even dated Kai hoping I’ll forget you somehow’’ you added hitting him once again, making him laugh a bit.

,, Don’t mention his name. That’s the past. You belong to me now, only me’’ he said, grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You were always his anyway.

,, All yours, Touya’’ you said, kissing him back-

,, Are you kids awake ? ´´ Enji’s head peeked inside your room, finding his eldest son naked on top of his best friends daughter. Making him choke on the air and forgetting the actual reason he was looking for you two.

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A Day of Breastfeeding

Thank you to this ask for the request of this one shot prompt

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(Married for 3 years/Any solo Harry era)

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Today has been a busy day with you and your four month old daughter. She woke you up at the early hour of 5:00 am and you've been up ever since.

When she woke up at five, you crawled out of the warm bed you and Harry were sleeping in to go into her nursery. Her reason for awakening was hunger. Instead of feeding her in the nursery like you do most mornings, you carried her back into yours and Harrys bedroom so you could feed her in the comfort of your bed. You climbed back in bed with a hungry baby and laid her on your newly exposed chest. She latched instantly and you may or may not have dozed back off again due to exhaustion.

At 5:30 am Harrys alarm goes off, letting him know he needs to wake up to go to the studio for a few hours and record new music. He reached for his phone, shutting the alarm off, and turned around to glance at his beautiful wife. Beautiful wife who some how stayed asleep through the sounds of his alarm. What he wasn't expecting to see was his equally beautiful baby girl laying on top of your naked chest with your nipple exposed to the cold air of the room. Presumably due to your daughter having finished eating and your nipple falling out of her relaxed mouth. Harry sleepily smiled to himself. How did he get so lucky he thinks internally.

Harry knew he needed to get ready to be at the studio but he just couldn't help himself. He got up and quietly walked around the bed to pick up your sleeping daughter from your chest. Your eyes shot open at the loss of contact with her but Harry was quick to whisper, "Shhh my love. I'm just going to take her to her nursery and let you get some comfortable sleep. Then I'm leaving for the studio. If you need me, call me. I'll come right home. Love you." He bent down to place a kiss your lips and you give him a thankful smile. Right before he let the room, he covered your exposed chest with the blanket so you don't get cold.

Harry decided to burp your daughter on the walk to her nursery knowing she hadn't burped yet. She let out a soft little burp from her tiny mouth on her daddy's shoulder and Harry kissed her soft head in appreciation. He noticed her diaper was dirtied, so being the father he is, Harry changed her poopy diaper and cradled her back to sleep. He placed her back in her crib and gave her one more good bye kiss on his way out. Then Harry got dressed and left for the studio.

Your daughter let you sleep until 7:00 am when she got hungry again. You got up to feed her and decided to just stay awake and start your day. After you fed your daughter and changed her soiled diaper, you went down the stairs to make you something to eat. While you ate your yogurt and berries, the four month old played in her playpen. Then you put her down for a midmorning nap so you could clean up a bit. Around 11:00 am, you breastfeed her again while you watched a bit of tv. She fell asleep shortly after and you called Harry to let him know you were doing fine and talked about dinner options.

Through-out the rest of your day, you pretty much alternated between breastfeeding your daughter, changing dirty diapers, putting her down for naps, and did house chores: dishes, vacuuming, laundry, and dusting. Around 5:00 pm, you felt super disgusting from all the sweating you did today. The only problem was you were home alone with your daughter and there was no one to watch her while you showered or bathed. Usually you'd wait until Harry came home but the sound of a relaxing bath sounded heavenly to your ears. So the only reasonable fix to your problem was to bring her in the tub with you.

Harry and yourself have allowed her to get in the tub with either of you before. Sometimes Harry will be taking a relaxing bath and you'll kill two birds with one stone and have your daughter get a bath with him. Being only four months old, its still expectable for her to bath with her daddy. Or sometimes while you're taking a bath and Harry is watching her, she starts to scream and cry, needing or wanting you, so Harry has no other choice other than to bring her in the bathroom and allow you to comfort her to your warm, wet body.

Now in current time, you're in the bathtub with your naked daughter laying on your bare chest, just relaxing and cooing gentle words into her ears. It feels super nice to have all this skin to skin contact with her, but you're just praying she doesn't pee or poop in the tub. Maybe you should have kept her diaper on.

At first she was calm and relaxed, just staring off into the distance, but now she is grabbing at your boob wanting to be fed again. You reach down and position your nipple to her mouth and she laches on quickly. Your nipples are painfully sore from all the feedings you give her through-out the day, everyday. Harry has told you that you should start pumping and give your nipples a break but you can't seem to do that. Even though its quite painful each time she sucks, it's one of the best feeling to have a baby feed from you directly. That may not make much since to just anyone but you're sure other mums will understand.

While off in your own little world, you don't hear Harry come in the house. He finished for the day at the studio and came home to be with his loving family. First he questions where you two are. He walked in the kitchen to find it empty. Then he walks up the stairs and to the nursery to find it empty. Lastly he walks into your shared bedroom and it's empty as well. He starts to get worried until he hears a soft voice coming from the bathroom in your bedroom. He carries his sock covered feet to the bathroom door and gently pulls it open to see a pretty sight. You breastfeeding your daughter.

"Now we're feeding in the tub, are we?" Harry softly speaks with a content smile. He startles you at first but then you force yourself to relax so you don't disturb your baby.

"I needed a bath and had no one to watch her. Then she got hungry for the millionth time today. I actually think my nipples are going to fall off." you reply back and though you sound like you are joking, Harry could hear pain in your voice when you talked about your nipples falling off. He hates you're in pain.

"I'm sorry my love." he sincerely speaks while kneeling beside the tub to run a gentle hand over the babies back. He has always been infatuated with watching her feed from you. Not in a inappropriate way because they are the same boobs he loves to see jiggle when having sex but in a way where he's in total awe.

Seconds later your daughter spits out your nipple, so you ask Harry, "Could you maybe burp her and get her dressed for bed please, so I can properly wash myself."

Harry responds immediately with, "Of course darling. Anything for you." He bends forward to peck your lips and stands to grab a towel to wrap her small body in. He returns with a towel dedicated just for babies. It's made with thin, soft material so it won't be too rough on their skin. Then with the towel over his shoulder, he bends down to pick up her wet, naked body and lays her directly on his towel covered shoulder. She whines from the cold air but he shushes her. "Shhh my little love. It's alright." he whispers to her while wrapping the towel around her frame and begins to pat her back so she can burp. Before he steps out of the bathroom, he turns to you and says, "I'll be in her nursery. Yell out if you need me for anything."

"Okay." you comment back. As you began to wash your hair and body, all you can think about is how great of a husband and father Harry is. He never puts up fights when it comes to taking care of his daughter. It doesn't matter if it's 3:00 in the morning or while he's working. He'll always come to her aid or your aid for that matter.

Harry successfully burps her and lays her down on her changing table in the nursery. Before any accidents occur, he puts a clean diaper on her bum and finds some clean pjs to keep her body warm. "Alright. All done sweetheart." he tells his baby with a kiss on the cheek. Harry carries her with him to the kitchen, her face burred in his neck. She's awake but the warm bath and feeding did make her sleepy.

In the kitchen, Harry tries to decide what is best for dinner. He decides on a veggie pizza to pop in the oven, knowing you should agree with that choice. Right as the pizza goes into the pre heated oven, you come walking down the stairs in a loose fitting shirt and pajama shorts. "Feeling better?" Harry questions you with a dimply smile while soothingly rubbing your daughters back.

"Much. Thank you for getting her ready for bed." you tell your husband.

"You don't need to thank me. It's my job as much as it is yours. She 'our' baby." he responds.

You take your daughter from his hold and walk into the living room to feed her one last time before you put her to sleep. Harry takes the cooked pizza out the oven and plates you and him a slice. Then he makes his way to the living room, deciding you both can eat in there tonight so you're more comfortable. You eat and breastfeed at the same time, doing mummy multitasking. When Harry finishes eating, he takes your now sleeping baby girl from your hold and carries her to the nursery. Like every time before he leaves her room, he makes sure to lay a soft kiss on her head. Once all that is done, he comes back to you in the living room.

"Please use the pump for tonight. Your boobs need to rest and also that way I can get up to feed her through-out the night and let you get some proper sleep." Harry says to you as you're cuddle each other on the couch.

"But I'm scared if she uses a bottle that she won't want me again. She may realize the bottle is better than my nipples." you mumble in his neck.

"That's silly. Of course she'll want your breast again. You're her mother. She very much enjoys the bonding time with you when you breastfeed her but she's getting to the age to where she needs to have other options. In a month, she'll be able to try baby food. She'll still need your milk but just introducing solids to her diet." Harry calmly speaks while rubbing over your back in a calmly manner.

After a lot of convincing on Harrys part, you decided to try and pump for the first time. So you both stand from the couch and head to your bedroom. Harry grabs the milk pumper from your closet and you get comfortable on the bed. You take your shirt off and pull the covers to your waist. Then he brings the machine over to you and sets everything up. He helps you attach the pieces to each of your nipples, being very gentle knowing how painful they are. Once they are suctioned properly, he turns the machine on and asks, "Are you alright by yourself if I go take a shower? I promise I won't be long." You nod your head and Harry grabs a pair of clean boxers, than makes his way to the bathroom and began his showering.

When Harry returns from his quick shower, the two bottles that collect your milk are near about full. He helps you remove the suction cups and disconnects the bottles from the pump to place them in the fridge for later tonight. As he returns, he see's you standing in front of the huge mirror in your bathroom, just staring at your boobs. Specifically your nipples. Your nipples even look painful he thinks to himself. He walks up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and caresses your ribcage with his fingers, looking straight ahead at your body in the mirror. "Go lay in bed and I'll put some cream on them." he whispers in your ear.

You follow his instructions and exit the bathroom to get in bed. Harry grabs some cream and returns to you. "I'll be gentle." he says in his tired voice, straddling your lap. He dips his ring less fingers in the soothing cream and bends down. Cradling the sides of your boobs with one hand, he uses his other to rub the nipple itself. His movements are slow and if it was under other circumstances, you swear you would have just gotten turned on by his actions. He looks to be in extreme concentration and you can't help but feel happy. For the second time today, you realize how great Harry is to you and your baby.

Once Harry has covered both your nipples in the cream, he helps you put a bra on that has leaking pads in them, to prevent the ointment from making a mess on the beds covers. Then he goes to wash his hands and comes back to crawl into bed and snuggle with you. "Love you y/n." Harry whispers quietly.

"I love you too babe. And I know you said not to thank you earlier, but thank you. I'm grateful to have you in my life." you blindly reach up to kiss his lips and then shove your face into his neck, smelling the manly scent of his body wash.

Through-out that night, anytime your four mouth old daughter woke up needing a feeding, Harry got up and warmed a bottle from the fridge and sat in the rocker located in the corner of her nursery each time. She would curl up on his tattooed chest, sleepily drink the bottle, and he would rock back and forth, lightly singing to her in a sleep ridden voice. Then he burped her after each feeding and put her back to sleep comfortably in her crib. That night, you got the most uninterrupted sleep you've gotten since before she was born and its all thanks to your wonderful husband and baby daddy, Harry.

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[koulakoukoula2003]

Hiiii, so um I just finished reading this fanfic from Ao3 called Small Horizons, its an erwinXreader story and ohmygod it broke meee 😭😭 so here I am, on my knees 🙇, humbly begging to you the patron saint for us Erwin simps 🛐, if you could spare us a moment and feed us an Erwin Fanfic where he makes it alive from shiganshina 🛐😭🛐😭🛐 please i beg youuu 🙇🙇 PS youre an amazing human and i love you and your works, good luck on your exams 😭✊🥺😍

Omg thank you so much anon, you're an angel 🥰🥰🥰🥰

And I should definitely check out that fic then, I live for the pain AHAHHAHA but I totally feel you, Erwin's death broke me like I'm crying every time I rewatch s3 like the masochistic bitch I am lmao

But if you really are into fix-it longfics, I'mma just let you know I am writing a huge fix-it longfic that is an Erwin x OC (it's gonna turn big and it's gonna be an emotional ride) but I promise you there's no way I'm letting Erwin die in that fic. I post a new chapter every two days ❤ you'll find that fic on ao3 here.

But if you're not interested in long boring fics, then lemme just feed you right now *stretches fingers*

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You had tried to talk to him. Heck, even Levi had tried to talk him out of it, but it hadn't worked. You knew how stubborn he could be. You knew he put his plans and his dreams his work above anything and anyone else - even you. The woman that he loved. Even though he never told you - because he couldn't tell you he loved when one day he was going to die. When he knew that this relationship would go nowhere.

You had been together for as long as you could remember yourself. You knew he'd choose his job over you, but you didn't mind it. You knew he'd choose death over you if it meant that his brilliant plans would bear fruition. He had made it clear to you when he first kissed you - this relationship had only one final destination and that was tragedy. It wasn't the peaceful world you had both devoted your hearts into. It wasn't the family you had dreamt so many times to have with him.

You knew that. And he had given you the choice to back away - to fall for someone else other than himself. He had given you the choice to let him go. But there was no way you were going to do that, because your heart belonged to him, and letting go of him would be the same as tossing your heart into the gutter.

You wouldn't be happy without him.

And here you are now as he gave his massive, heart-wrenching speech. As he led hundreds of young soldiers to their deaths. As he led you and himself to your demise. The Beast was right ahead of you, smashing rocks in his hands and preparing to toss the pebbles to massive speeds. You were all going to die. You just knew it. And it would be a massive mistake if you had listened to him to join Levi and let him die.

No. You would die with him.

It was your last request of him. To let you die with him.

The rocks came to your way, so fast, it was the end. You riding alongside him. Always beside him. One struck you first, and one came for him, and even though you were prepared to die yourself, you weren't prepared to watch him die. No, you always wanted to die first. You didn't want to watch it. So you did the unthinkable.

You jumped off your horse to his side. You shoved him off his horse with your body, and you took the hit of the rock that was coming for him. You shrieked in pain and he cried out your name. He landed down on the soil on his back and he wrapped his arm around you and shielded you with his body as the horses of the other soldiers would inevitably step on you both.

But they didn't even get the chance. Death came in waves and it was done so soon. So many people died. Here you both were now, in a sea of corpses and wailing horses and dead people. He was holding you so tight in his one arm, hoping to protect you, because you were the last person he wanted to die. But he was mad at you. So many people had died, and he had led them to this, and he was supposed to die with them. He was no exception. You shouldn't have saved him. THose soldiers - those kids deserved to live but they had died because of him, and you had saved him.

"What have you done, Y/n?!" He growled at you, pulling back, settling your limp body on his lap and his arm found your cheek, your bloody shirt, your wide-open wound that you had taken in his place. "This wasn't how it was supposed to be," He gritted his teeth. He shook you in place. "You said we would die together!" He shouted at you. "We'd die together! Not you alone! You shouldn't have taken that for me. You shouldn't have jumped in!"

You coughed up blood and even though he was frustrated and furious at you, you could tell he was panicking. He was panicking, because he was losing you. Your bloody hand reached up for his face. You cupped his cheek in your gentle fingers and he closed his eyes and leaned onto your hand. If he lost you, who was ever going to touch him like this? Love him like this?

"No, no, no, no, no, I can't lose you, not you, not you..." He was breaking down. You could tell.

"I love you... so much, my darling Erwin..." You smiled at him weakly. "...my beloved man," Your head rolled back to unconsciousness and you heard him shouting your name, but then it all went blank and knew that was it. That was the end.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You felt a terrible headache, but you could tell you were lying down on a soft bed. Your whole body ached, and that wound in your stomach radiated with pain. You let out a grunt and you opened your eyes. The sunlight breached your eyelids and you had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust. You were in a room. Your hand reached instinctively for your bandaged waist and you winced.

Erwin's eyes snapped open to your sounds. He had passed out on a chair beside you. He had a book in his lap. He had used it to kill some time whilst he'd spent the last two days by your side. He couldn't leave you not even for a second. Not even when he had an important meeting to attend in the interior. He had denied joining. He wanted to be there for you when you'd wake up.

Your eyes met his own as he hastily stood off his chair and sat beside you, taking your hand in his own. Large fingers engulfed your own and you looked up to see him.

"How're you feeling?" Erwin asked worriedly. Bright blue eyes met your own searching your face for any kind of discomfort.

"It hurts but... I'm... alive?" You asked confusedly and he nodded at you.

"Hange gave you a blood transfusion from Levi's blood. Ackerman blood saved you," He explained and your eyes widened. It was brilliant to think about it. Hange had outdone themself. Erwin brought your hand up and pressed a kiss to the back of your palm. "You shouldn't have done this,"

"I love you, Erwin," You smiled at him. "I would do it again,"

He leaned down and kissed you and you welcomed that kiss more than anything. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and urged him to lie beside you. And he did. He pulled you carefully into him, and you nuzzled in his embrace.

He buried his face in your hair and closed his eyes and he said it for the first time. "I love you too, Y/n,"

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Clementia

Anniversary Request Special

Description: You’d always had a special place in your heart for Lee Minho even though he gives you countless reasons to hate him. How long will your patience last?

Warning: alcohol, sexual assault

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: fem!reader x Minho

“Y/N—”

“Go away, Minho.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

“I said no!”

“Well I said I’m sorry.”

You snap around to face him. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Lee Minho. You screwed up. You. Screwed. Up. I gave you one request, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I had my reasons!” he protests.

“Yeah? Well let’s hear them.”

He emits a few noises but can't come up with anything. His face flushes red, but not as red as yours.

“There’s no excuse for breaking someone’s heart ever. Remember that.” You turn on your heels and begin walking away until he says something even more repulsive.

“Why do you care so much? She’s not even your real sister!” he calls after you.

You pause, unable to comprehend how such words could ever enter your ears. You then slowly walk back to him as he stiffens with every step you take.

“Not my real sister?” Your voice is soft, but it is effective.

“I mean—”

“You’re saying the girls at Epsilon Phi aren’t sisters?” Your voice begins to rise. “We’re more sisters than you and I were ever friends, Lee Minho! We love each other more than biological families do, but of course you wouldn’t know how that feels, would you? All you have in your chest is a cold, hard piece of coal!”

You turn away and break off into a run this time. Tears stream down your face from being insulted and betrayed by someone you held with high esteem.

You like Lee Minho. Of course, you’d never admit that. To the world, he is just some kid of your mom’s friend who annoyed you to no end, but through the arguments and time spent trying to prove each other wrong, your feelings grew bit by bit. When he had a relationship with your very own Little, you held in your feelings and wished them both the best. After all, you love both of them, and their happiness together was good enough for you.

That is, until Minho broke things off as nothing but a fling.

Minho has always been a huge flirt, but he’d promised to take her seriously this time. You made him swear it, and you emphasized how much your Little meant to you. Now, because you’re his family friend, your Little won’t even speak to you. Minho had ruined your and her relationship, and evidently yours and his too.

He didn’t used to be like this, all manipulative and amorous. You remember he used to follow you at the heel, caring about nothing more than sticking gum in your hair. It wasn’t until senior year of high school did he start hanging out with random girls and trying daredevilish things. You missed the old Minho, but you thought you’d accept him for all his changes since you did, after all, like him.

Until this moment, that is.

What he did was too much. What he said was too much. You know he is becoming toxic, and if he is going to continue down this path, even your love isn’t going to bring him back to your heart.

Minho watches your waning back then slams his fist against a nearby tree with a curse. You didn’t give him enough time to explain, not that he would have been able to in front of you.

You’d forgive him though, right? You have to. When he messed up before this, Minho could be sure you would. But now, he isn’t so certain. He has never seen you so angry and disappointed before, and he did that to you. Him. Minho lets out another string of curses and trudges back to his room.

He tries making it up to you the very next morning. He shows up to your 8 AM class with a cup of coffee and slides it onto your desk before sitting down himself.

You don’t even look at him. You just take the cup and slam it down in front of him, causing its contents to spill and burn your fingers. He quickly takes your hand in his and begins wiping it with his sleeve, but you recoil your arm and take out your own napkin.

The next place he tries is at your neighboring frat party. He knows you would be there, so he wears his tightest black jeans and a loose button-up. This trick has worked with other girls, so he hopes it would on you.

He takes the dance floor with his powerful dance moves and charisma. He can see you deliberately turned away from him and chatting with someone else, so he dances towards you. The cheering circle that has formed around him moves as well, engulfing you into the crowd.

You finally turn to make sure you don’t bump into anyone. Minho takes this chance to shoot you a wink which draws the crowd’s attention to you. They cheer and push you towards him despite your protests.

Minho takes your arm and leads you in the dance. You used to like dancing with him; your and his flow matches perfectly, and the two of you could revive a dying party just by dancing together. Today though, you just aren’t having it.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and scoops his hips low earning a cheer from the crowd. You can hear them calling your name, anticipating your response. You look down at Minho and immediately recognize his choice of clothing.

I wonder who’s going to have her heart broken tomorrow, you think with a dry laugh. Minho flinches, recognizing that sound. You take his falter as a chance to fling his arm off of you before walking away.

A chorus of oohs fills the room, and the crowd splits like the Red Sea for you.

You hear your name from his lips again. “Y/N!” It is more strained now than it was last night. Desperate. Defeated.

You gave him some thought after hearing the sincerity in his tone, but you are glad you did not turn around that night when you see him in class with some other girl on his lap. Whatever. He’s dead to you now, so why should you care what he’s doing?

Minho watches as you walk farther and farther from him. He pushes the girl off and continues to stare with narrowed eyes at you as you greet your new seat neighbors.

This isn’t how he predicted you would react. Truthfully, he kind of knew this attempt wouldn’t work. For one, it hadn’t worked once since he first tried it in high school. He thought hanging out with other girls would make him more attractive, more desirable by competition. At least, that’s what some then-college kids told him. Once he started, he just found himself unable to stop. It was a self-feeding cycle, really. Holding onto other girls and charming them numbs the void in his chest, but you ignore him whenever he acts like this which only further widens the gap. 

What is he to do though? This is the only life he knows, and so, it is the life he leads. Not all love stories can end happily.

And his sure doesn’t seem like it is going to. 

Sirens wail in the background. With the amount of girls he’s fooled around with, he kind of had it coming. Minho stares at his wrists, not daring to think, but one thought keeps recurring in his mind: you. He is going to disappoint you yet again. You already hate him, and now you are going to see him handcuffed too.

The cold wind makes him shiver when you, his emergency contact, open the door and step into the station. Your eyes immediately find him, and you make your way over.

“Y/—”

“Are you hurt?” you ask plainly.

Despite your icy tone, those three simple words fill him with a warmth he hasn’t known for a long time.

“I’m okay.” His hands reach forward, wanting to grab yours and keep you with him, but you’ve already walked away to announce your arrival to an officer.

“Miss L/Y Y/N?” a young official greets a little too enthusiastically. She looks familiar, you note.

“Yes, I am she.”

The officer looks pleased by your annoyed attitude towards the defendant. “Mister Lee is here tonight because of an accusation by Miss Choi of assault,” she informs you coyly.

You look at him. “Minho,” you said with a chilled voice. “Is it true?”

“No! Y/N, I wouldn’t—”

“It’s okay. I believe you.”

“Excuse me?” the officer sputters.

“I believe him,” you repeat. “He’s been going out with more people than I have fingers, but he never laid a finger on them.”

“But Y/N, that doesn’t mean he can’t start now,” the officer protests. “You’re his contact, but you hate him now. Surely, he’s changed”

“First of all, it’s Miss L/N to you, Officer” —you read her name tag and pieces begin to fall together from her eagerness to convict Minho to the inkling you felt the moment you saw her— “Yoo. And secondly, is it not against the law for you to be working on a case where your cousin’s the accuser?”

“How did you—!”

“Nothing escapes us Epsilon Phi sisters, even news from other sororities. Besides, Minho never plays with the same girl twice. As expected, this report is filed for an incident two months ago. You, Officer Yoo, knew I was his contact and waited for us to get into yet another fight before having your cousin put in the accusation, didn’t you?”

She scoffs in your face. “That’s a bold accusation from yourself towards law enforcement.”

“Where is the accuser right now? Shouldn’t she be here for interrogation as well?”

“Well she—” the officer looks increasingly flustered. “She needs rest after having to relive the memories of what happened. We’ll call her in tomorrow. Anyway, Mr. Lee Minho, I can hear your testimony now in room #3.”

Minho stands obediently.

“Wait. I request someone else interrogate him,” you object.

“We’re busy right now,” Officer Yoo huffs. “We can’t just let you choose who does the job.”

You cross your arms. “Sure. Interrogate him and have the entire case be nulled after I file a conflict of interest.”

Officer Yoo grits her teeth but returns to her station to call for another officer.

In the meantime, you turn to Minho. “Don’t answer anything you don’t want to, especially if they start leading you on with questions. It’s in your rights to remain silent, alright?”

Minho nods numbly at your words, still confused as to why you are so nice to him. Before he can figure it out though, an older man appears from the back and takes him to an interrogation room.

“Mr. Lee Minho?” 

“Yes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chief Jeon. I’m just going to ask you a few questions today; is that alright?”

“Yes.”

The chief nods and pulls out some papers. “Would you mind describing what happened with Miss Choi?”

“Well I was with—” he gestures towards the papers with his accuser’s name on it— “and we were hitting it off. She bought me a couple of drinks and at some point leaned in to kiss me. I realized something at that point, and I stopped her. She got angry, saying how she spent all that cash on alcohol for me, and threatened to accuse me of assault if I didn’t do what she said, but I knew I couldn’t do it.”

“Because of what you realized?” the chief repeats.

“... Yes.”

“And what was it you realized?”

“Do I have to say it?”

“According to the law, no, but if it can help you with your case, you might want to.”

Minho fidgets with his cuffs. “They can’t hear me from outside, right?”

“No. They most certainly cannot.”

And so, Minho tells him.

Minho turns around while the metal bars clang shut behind him. The chief thinks he has a pretty good chance, but due to the gravity of the accusation, they still decided to keep Minho in holding to give the accuser more time to make her case.

You stare at him from the other side, arms crossed. Minho takes the fact that you’re still here at two in the morning as a good sign for him.

“Thanks for being here,” he tries to start a conversation.

“I didn’t really have a choice.” So cold.

“I’ll change my emergency contact.”

“Please do.”

He winces. “Look… Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for insulting your sisterhood and for hurting your Little. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

He looks at you with those doe-like eyes of his. For once, you don’t feel anything while looking back at them.

“That’s not why I’m mad anymore. In fact, I’m not even mad,” you tell him. “My Little told me what really happened. She told me that she was actually the one who dumped you after you adamantly refused to kiss her. I asked some other girls you’ve seen and they all said the same thing. That’s why I was so confident with the officer earlier. I guess I owe you an apology for getting angry when you weren’t at fault.”

“Then”—he holds out a hand sheepishly— “truce?”

You look at it but keep your arms crossed. “Taking a step back from you has made me see things I wasn’t able to before, Minho, and that’s made me realize how much you’ve changed. You were my friend, my rival— someone who never failed to get on my nerves but also someone I couldn’t go without. But now” —you drop your arms and shake your head— “I can’t even recognize you anymore.”

You take a step back to leave. You’ve done this many times before, like when he stuck a plastic spider down your shirt or when he called you stupid in front of your crush in fifth grade, but something about this time feels different. Something about this time tells him you aren’t turning back around once you left.

A sudden despair grips Minho and he runs into the bars. “Wait!”

You pause, offering him one last second.

“Your Little,” he gasps, “did she tell you why I wouldn’t kiss her?”

You nod. “The others I asked did too. They said you were thinking about some other girl while you were with them.”

“Not ‘some other’ girl. One other girl.”

“I know.” You begin to walk again.

“Then why are you leaving?” He reaches a hand out, trying to grab any part of you. “Stay with me. Please, Y/N, stay.”

You don’t pause a second time. Out of desperation, he cries out, “Y/N, I love you!”

That makes you stop midstep. He holds his breath as you put one foot back then the other next to it to face him. You are so beautiful when you look at him. He melts under your gaze as you focus on him and only him. He’ll cherish you this time when you give him another chance. He’ll quit this playboy lifestyle. He won’t take advantage of your patience anymore. He’ll give you all that his heart has to offer. He’ll make sure you’re the only one in his eyes. He’ll love you. He loves you.

“Minho.” You relax your shoulders and straighten your back. You tilt your head just slightly forward and erase the edge off your tone. “I loved you.”

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[disasterofastory]

Married to Vikings Part 3 (Ubbe x Reader x Torvi)

Married to Vikings Part 3 Ubbe x Reader x Torvi Warnings: none

Y/N spends time with Torvi and Ubbe.

The gif is not mine.

Your life in Kattegat starts with shopping. Torvi comes with you to the market.  You need warmer clothes than you brought with you. She speaks with the traders and helps you with the seamstress. You focus on their words while Torvi assists when you forget something, or you say them wrong. You enjoy your day together. The Viking woman is much different than you or any other woman you ever met, and it’s refreshing. She is not afraid to say what she thinks, but at the same time, she patient with you and your questions. She shows you around the village, helping you to remember where everything is. The Viking woman even chooses a few daggers for you. “Are you sure I need them?” You ask her uncertainly. “You need to learn how to fight,” she says, examining the weapons. “Of course, we won’t send you into battles, but you need to know how to protect yourself.” “Okay,” you murmur, watching her buying the right ones. At the back of your mind, you already think about how you could learn to fight. You're nothing like a shieldmaiden. You are not strong enough and definitely not brave enough. “Um, can I ask you something?” You ask her after a while as you wander around the market.

It's very different from what you're used to. The traders are from different cultures with lots of exotic spices and fruits and trinkets you never saw before. Their words are heavy with an accent as they bargain with others. “Of course,” Torvi nods, looking at you from a stall. “Why are you nice to me?” You ask her. Torvi was nice to you from the beginning. You glanced at her a lot, waiting for any disapproval showing on her face because you are the second wife. “What do you mean?” “Well… I don’t know how I would feel if my husband married another woman beside me.” “It’s not that strange here,” she explains, paying for the fruits she picked out. “If a man wealthy enough, he can have as many wives as he wants.” “But still,” you insist. “I just don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t know how to act because of it.” “You shouldn’t worry about it,” she smiles at you, pulling you along. “I must admit,” she continues. “I spied on you a little bit before the wedding.” “What?” You look at her, surprised.

Yeah, that’s true. Torvi needed to make sure you are a good choice for them. She didn’t want an uptight woman who does nothing but praying the whole day. When she first saw you, you were with your sister in the gardens. You talked and laughed. You were lively and pretty.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “But I wanted to know who Alfred’s choice was.” “No, don’t be sorry,” you tell her. “I understand. If I had a chance, I would have done it too. And… so what are we to each other?” You ask her. This question jumps around in your head since last night. “For now, we are friends,” she says with a nod to herself. “For now?” You ask back, puzzled. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” She asks you suddenly. The blood flows up to your face in seconds. “O-of course not,” you shake your head. “And you don’t find women attractive?” The question makes you stop. Every part of your beliefs says that the answer is no. It’s sinful. But if you want to be honest… you find Torvi attractive. She radiates confidence and bravery. And she is beautiful with her blonde, almost white hair and her big, green eyes. She smiles knowingly, amused at your embarrassment. “You are pretty, Y/N,” she says. “And you don’t have to be afraid of my disapproval. If I had opposed this marriage, you wouldn't be here.”

With new, warm clothes you can start to learn about the farm. Torvi shows you around the animals and the way how to take care of them. They have chickens and goats and a few horses. And to your biggest surprise, you are good with them. You enjoy taking care of them even when you are dirty and tired at the end of the day.

Ubbe and Torvi are happy to see you adjusting to their world. They are amused at your Christianity and your naivety but impressed at your working tolerance. You crawl around the mud without a second thought if it’s needed. You don’t complain, but you tell them if something is wrong. You are still shy and a little bit distant, but it’s understandable. The Viking world is still new to you, and you can’t get used to it in a few weeks. “What do you think about her?” Ubbe asks his wife, sitting at the table with a slice of apple pie in his hand as he watches you through the opened door. “She is great,” she says, following Ubbe’s eyes. You scatter food around the chickens, chuckling at their enthusiasm. “She still has a lot to learn, but she is eager.” “Did you talked about… me?” He asks, glancing at Torvi. “No,” she answers, a mocking smile forms on her lips. “But I know she likes me.” “Do you bragging?” He asks, biting into the slice. “Are you jealous?” Torvi asks back teasingly. “A little,” Ubbe admits with a shrug. “You should talk to her more,” Torvi advises her husband. “I will meet with Lagertha. This is your chance.”

You are so engrossed feeding the animals you don’t notice Torvi’s departure and Ubbe’s standing form at the door, watching you. The Viking man finds himself enjoying your focused expression and your curves in the pants you wear. “Y/N,” he says your name after a while. You look up at him, surprised. “I will go hunting,” he continues. “Do you want to come with me?” “Sure,” you nod, but your voice is uncertain. Being alone with Ubbe is still new to you, and you always try to be with Torvi. The man never showed you any hostility, and you know he was attentive the first night you spent together. Other men would have continued their movements, but he made sure he gave you as little pain as possible. “Did you ever hunted?” He asks, and you answer him with a ‘what do you think?’ expression. He smiles at your reaction, giving you your furs before he grabs his weapons.

The walk into the woods is quiet but not awkward. He makes sure you can keep up with him while you are too busy watching everything. You enjoy nature. You've never been this close to it, and now everything looks new and intriguing. You feel like a child again with new experiences. “How are you feeling here?” He asks you after a while. “Torvi told me you adjust well.” “Yes, I guess,” you answer, moving closer to him when you step into the woods. “I know I still have a lot to learn, and it annoys me when I don’t understand what others say, but I never thought I would… enjoy it.” “Are you enjoy being a heathen?” He asks teasingly. “I...’m not,” you want to argue with him, but you pause. Since you are here, you didn’t really think about your God. At first, you tried to pray every day, but soon you became too busy or too tired. You tried to reassure yourself that God probably understands your lack of prayers, you are in a new place in different circumstances, but as the weeks passed, you didn't even care about it anymore. Ubbe watches you amused. He is having fun seeing your uncertainty. Of course, if you choose to remain a Christian, he will respect it, but if he has the opportunity to change your beliefs, he will. You have much more chance to survive in their world if you follow their rules and traditions. “Did you ever used a bow before?” He questions you again, changing the topic. “No,” you shake your head, looking at the weapon in his hands. “Try it,” he says, pushing it into your hands. You look at him, shocked, not knowing how you should use it. “I’ll help you,” he says, stepping behind you adjusting your hand and arm the right way before he gives you an arrow. You feel small before him, feeling his movements around you. He leans over you, explaining everything you need to know, and you really try to listen to him, but you are too busy with his close presence. His voice is deep and gentle next to your ear, his breath is warm, and his touch is calloused on your skin. He places his hand over yours, pulling on the string till it stretches enough. The arrow flies out from its place, hitting a tree not far before you. You look up to Ubbe behind you, smiling with joy, but you know it was not your work. Ubbe’s led your every move. Without him, the arrow would probably have fallen out of your hand. “You should be worried,” you say to him teasingly. “Maybe I will be even better than you.” “We will see,” he says, moving back from you to continue your way deeper into the woods. The afternoon you spend with Ubbe is pleasant. You enjoy your walk among the trees, listening to animals, and trying to stay still when he says. He tells you about his family, and he asks about your past. He is teasing and easygoing. You laugh at his jokes and banter with him when it’s needed. When you step out of the woods, it’s already dark and cold. You pull the furs closer to you to keep yourself warm. “Did you have fun?” He asks you, dead rabbits hang over his shoulder. “It was good,” you nod. “Thank you.” He smiles at your politeness, pulling you closer to himself by your shoulder. He had his own insecurities about this marriage between you and him. Firstly, he wasn’t sure about Torvi’s acceptance, no matter how many times she said to him that it’s okay and he didn’t know how you would adjust in their lives either. He imagined a pompous, fussy woman who can’t do anything on her own, and you were a pleasant surprise. But now, especially after this day with you, he can see a well-balanced relationship between the three of you. You are clever in your own way, and you complete them just the right way. “There will be a feast in a few days,” he says. “It will be a little bit different. Do you think you are ready for it?” “Are you going to sacrifice me?” You ask him, and you don’t know you mean it as a joke or not. “No,” he laughs. “You will be safe.” “Okay then,” you nod. “And soon you should meet with the children,” he adds, looking at you for your reaction. “Okay,” you nod more confidently. You saw their children from afar a few times since you are here. Torvi talked about them a lot to you, and you are excited to get to know them.

When you get home, Torvi is already waiting for you, and soon you two cook the rabbits for dinner. You tell her about your day with Ubbe while the man skins the animals. You feel content under the dim lights of the fireplace and candles with your husband… and wife. This is the feeling you always imagined as a child when you imagined your marriage and… well, love.

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[mrs-hollandstan]

More Than Perfect || Sam Holland

Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of childbirth and the complications afterwards, self-doubt, language?, babiessss, Sam just being a supportive cutie

Word Count: 1,720

Author’s Note: Hopefully you guys enjoy a little bit of dad!Sam. Lemme know :) Also, huge credit to @/marsbudge on Instagram for the picture on the right. She’s amazing in expressing her beauty and is the whole reason I created this piece. Moms/ women in general are fucking superheroes. 

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There was nothing like having a baby. You were told that once you had a little one, your life would change and you would never understand the absolute love you have for this tiny human you'd made. When you and Sam got pregnant with your daughter, he was infatuated with your naked body. The tummy and the thick thighs and the ever growing breasts. Not that you yourself particularly minded being nude around your fiancè or just in general, especially when it just so happened that in the worst weeks of your pregnancy you'd be in the middle of summer. 

When your belly popped towards the bottom, blossoming up the further you got in your pregnancy, Sam lost his mind. He loved the bump and when his hands wandered, it's often where they ended up. More than anything, Sam appreciated the changes your body went through, especially the stretch marks around your thighs, hips, and belly. The boy was obsessed. That's why his Instagram blew up with pictures of your belly, pictures from the baby shower, of the nursery, of her closet, her name board above the crib, and eventually her when she arrived in the beginning of August. 

Virginia Elizabeth was what you named her and Sam, just as much as when she was in your belly, was obsessed with her. She was constantly in his arms and he admired each one of her little features on the daily, dressing her, feeding her (if you couldn't of course), changing her, rocking her to sleep. He was an all around great father. 

Especially because of the pain and exhaustion he inevitably and guiltily felt he inflicted on you. Your bump remained for a few weeks, but what it left, Sam saw, made you slightly depressed. Your feet were still swollen, your breasts were huge but your belly was starting to sag, and the bleeding was ridiculous. You slept most of the time because of the constant milk production and late nights, but Sam didn't mind taking Virginia out into the living room and kitchen, especially if his brothers were over to see their baby girl. 

However, after about a month you'd gotten somewhat used to being a mom and feeding her late at night with Sam right there at your side, giddy smile on his face the entire time at the look of his girls. He loved introducing you as his girls and going to see family and friends with your bubbly little girl in his arms. But something that seemed to remain after all of it was the nudity in your house. 

Sam found that most times he came to find you napping, you were nude beneath the blanket. Not that he minded. Easy access to the skin of your back and belly and thighs. He actually loved the sight and hoped that when he went back to culinary school and eventually went to work as a chef in one of your local restaurants, you'd still be like that, something to look forward to when he climbed into bed with you. 

With a day off from work but not from school, Sam was off in the afternoon and back before the sun started to set, walking up the stoop with a smile on his face. Even a few hours spent away from his girls was torturous. Shouldering the door open, he drops his bag just inside, kicking his shoes off just beside it, 

"Babe?" He calls. There's no reply, a frown covering Sam's face as he walks towards the nursery. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom when he sees you, smiling to himself. You stand just before your bed, nude with your little girl, only clad in a diaper, in your arms. Your eyes are closed as you sway from side to side, the little one whimpering softly. Walking into the room, Sam stands with his hands on his hips, 

"Look at you two." He says softly. You open your eyes slowly, glancing at him. His smile is so wide you don't know how it fits on his face. He takes a deep, breathless like breath, looking you over, "You two are so perfect." He mumbles before he walks forward again, coming to stand behind you. His hands rest over your hips, lips pressed to your temple, 

"You smell like biscuits." You murmur softly, not faltering in the swaying, even as you lean back against his chest. He chuckles softly, 

"Orange cardamom biscuits. They'd go good with your tea, I'll have to make them sometime for you." He explains softly. You nod, lips pressing against Virginia's cheek. Her little face is turned up towards the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she fights sleep. You sigh, 

"I uhh, I took a shower, put her in that little bouncy thing just outside the shower and she got fussy cause it was hot in the bathroom. So I took her out of her onesie and was holding her and I just... her skin on mine felt amazing. Like yours does. And I miss her. I miss..." Sam can see the tears in your eyes now, "I miss my baby bump and being in the hospital smelling that newborn smell and all that." You tell him. He nods, 

"Its the postpartum peach. You know it'll pass and you'll have so much fun with her when she's older. Plus... the older she gets, the closer we are to havin another one. More of that newborn smell." He reasons. The look you throw him over your shoulder makes him swallow, 

"Alright... yeah, still traumatized from her birth, got it but... you don't have to be so upset. She's still little and perfect... both my girls are, and for the next... what, year, that won't change. She'll get nice and chunky and when she changes, we'll so be ready for it. She'll get giggly and fun and you'll love it. I know you will babe." He reassures. You nod, 

"I know I just can't help it. It feels like someone else is controlling my life, my emotions. I'm sorry." 

"You don't have to apologize Y/N. Your body, your mind are going through a lot of changes. You're maturing and all that. I'm not upset about it. The crying, from you or her doesn't bother me. At least there's some need for me." He half jokes. You smile, looking down at your baby girl. He sighs, 

"I'm really likin this naked thing with you though." He mutters, kissing your shoulder as he molds your hips in his hands. You hum, 

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to get dressed, other times it's just too hot." You reason. Sam nods, 

"I like it." 

"Oh yeah?" He nods when you glance up at him, "Maybe you should join the party then. I wanna stare at her and she likes daddy's chest." He doesn't even need you to finish the before he's stripping from the grease and oil stained shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed. You scoot to your side, letting Sam lay down before you before you lay Virginia over his chest. He mumbles incoherently down at her, kissing the top of her head as he strokes down her back. He purrs which makes her whimper, the motion further lulling her to sleep. He glances over at you when you prop your head up on your hand, 

"You're a great father Sam. You've always been an awkward little bean but... when it comes to V, you do amazing." He chuckles softly, 

"Thanks Y/N/N. You two... mean the world." He admits, rubbing up and down your baby's back softly. You sigh, brushing his unruly curls aside, 

"I'm just glad that I don't have to cook. The food you make is excellent and you like doing it and baby loves it too." He laughs again, 

"And that's all that matters is making you both happy." He murmurs. There's a silence that permeates between you for a moment before you stand, finding the thin robe you wear all the time if it genuinely is too hot to wear anything else, 

"What was this... thing you were saying about orange cardamom biscuits?" You ask with a cock of your eyebrow. He smiles wide, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth, 

"I'm starting to think ALL you use me for is food." 

"I feed your little girl from my own body like eight times a day. The LEAST you could do is make bomb fucking food Holland." He hums after a moment, eyes averted from yours and to the little girl laid across his chest. He glances back up, 

"Can we just... have a little longer of this moment? Just a pretty little family before I'm whisked away to slave over a stove." He jokes. After a moment of staring at each other, you sigh, trying to fight your smile before you near the bed again, sitting at his side, 

"Fine Samuel. But only because you're pretty." You lean in to kiss his nose, kissing your baby girl's head just below his chin, "And you too little miss. I just hope you at least get something from me for all the pain and suffering I went through getting you here." Sam reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, 

"You're a great mumma already. I have no doubt that she'll be witty and perfectly perfect. With a mum like you she'll always know she can never disappoint us with whatever decision or life choice she makes. You'll make sure of it and that's what matters. Raising a decent fucking human being." He says with such passion in his eyes you think you'll faint. You stare at him for another moment before sighing, 

"I love you more than anything on this earth Samuel Holland. Our little family is just perfect right now." You tell him. Leaning up to kiss you, he sighs, 

"Love my girls in all of their beautiful nudity. Love skin to skin." He murmurs. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching your girl sleep. Of course pregnancy and motherhood was difficult, but your fiancè made it so much better and your baby girl was everything and more for the both of you.

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You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.

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sick day | tsukishima kei

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn!reader  word count, genre: 1.7k words, college au, fluff, childhood friends to maybe lovers.  warning: none!  summary: you and tsukishima have been friends for as long as the both of you can remember. and when you’re down with the flu, he’s left with no choice but to take care of you. 

“Can you drop by their home and give them this paper?” 

Tsukishima stares blankly at the piece of paper and back at the girl who approached him. He hasn’t even gotten up from his chair when Yachi stopped him. 

He already knows who she was referring to and was quick to turn her down. “Move. I’m packing my bag.” 

The girl grumbles, moving out of the way but continues, “Come on! You know where they live.”

“Correction, you know it too.” Tsukishima retorts. He walks past her, striding with his long legs over to the door and exiting. But Yachi was hot on his trail. “Why don’t you do it yourself?” 

Yachi groans, “I would but I’m too busy with the school paper right now. I have to head to the office to assist in lay-outing this month’s release.” She stops in her tracks, catching Tsukishima’s wrist and turning him around. “You live in the same neighborhood. Please, I promise I’ll repay you.” 

She waves the paper in front of him, and eventually, he’s left with no choice but to do the task. He sighs before snatching the form and turning on his heel, “You owe me.” 

— 

As he walks the familiar route towards home, he wonders about the last time he saw you in campus. It had actually been three days since then. Worried, his mind runs about hundreds of possibilities about why you hadn’t showed up in classes.  

The only possible thing that he could think of was that you were down with a flu. This predicament that he was in right now oddly reminds him of a time in middle school when you were absent for a week because of a severe cold. Growing up, he’s noticed that you were extremely prone to getting sick and Tsukishima always berates you for not taking care of yourself properly. Especially during flu season. 

When he passes by a convenience store, he decides to buy some instant porridge, water, and medicine. He wonders if your family were at home but gets the answer that he was looking for when he’s arrived in front of your house with the lights off. 

He eyes the building and notices the faint light coming from the side which he knows was your room.

Tsukishima enters the door, unlocking it with ease as he inputs the passcode he’s known since the both of you were kids. He feels for the switch on the wall and turns the lights open. 

He makes his way to the kitchen and places everything on the counter. He’s in the process of boiling some water when he hears footsteps walking closer. 

“Who’s there?” Your voice sounds weak and when Tsukishima turns, he sees you, cozily bundled in a hoodie and holding on to a blanket as you lean on the wall for support. 

He’s quick on his feet to help and sit you down on a chair. “You shouldn’t have left your bed,” he mutters under his breath. 

You recognize the voice, “Kei? What are you doing here?” 

He was back on the counter, opening the pack of porridge and filling it with water to cook for five minutes. He hands you a glass of water and you down it. “Yachi told me to tell you about our final project in Literature.” He takes the paper from his bag and sticks it on the refrigerator with a magnet. “Here’s the reference. Don’t lose it.” 

You manage to let out a small chuckle. “Look at you, being kind for once.” 

“Shut up.” But his words say otherwise when the look in his eyes are soft, watching over you to make sure you didn’t fall from the chair. “Where’s everybody?” 

You put your head on the table and groan. “They’re out to visit the grandparents in the countryside. Said I couldn’t make it because of school requirements but here I am.” 

“You’ve been alone this whole time?”

“Yeah,” you say with a yawn.  

He tuts at you to show his disapproval, “Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?” 

“Eh, no one would have bothered anyway.” 

He hands you the hot dish and you take it with a whispered thanks. You devour it in silence, relishing in the warmth that fills your body. Tsukishima hangs back, saying nothing and only observes as you eat what looks like the first decent meal you’ve had since you’ve been sick. 

“I would.”  

His sudden answer almost makes you sputter the food out from your mouth. You look at him, and though it was dark, you could make out his features and the way he was staring at you with such intensity. 

“I mean, I’m here now, aren’t I?” He takes a seat beside you, taking the cup from your hands and feeding you the last few scoops. “My parents would have made me come here either way to check on you.” 

You curse the way your heart flutters at his words. The heat on your cheeks not anymore caused by your fever but by Tsukishima who was sitting way too close for your comfort and helping you finish the porridge. After he gives you the medicine, he extends his arm out and you look at him in question. 

“Come on, I’m bringing you back to your room.” When you don’t make a move, he pulls you up to your feet and hooks one arm around your waist to keep you steady by his side. The two of you begin the slow trek to your room. 

He’s careful to lay you down on the mattress, cradling your head as he fluffs and positions the pillow under you. You seem to be already lost in your dreams when he pulls the blanket over your body, tucking you in and making sure you were warm. When he’s done, he kneels down by the side of your bed and gazes at you. 

He’s transfixed on memorizing the outlines of your face—the one thing he’d never admit he always liked to do whenever he went to your house for sleepovers years ago. Absentmindedly, he traces your features, sighing as he wanted so badly to tell you off about not properly taking care of yourself.

“Kei.” 

Surprised, he pulls back his hand, “What?” He knows you’d tease him to no end when you saw what he was doing. 

“You should be like this all the time,” you say sleepily with a smile. “Who knew you had a sweet and caring side in you?”

He smirks, “Don’t push your luck.” He puts the back of his hand on your forehead to determine whether your fever has gone down. It was still hotter than normal and Tsukishima only sighs, “You should really learn to look after yourself.” 

Burying yourself deeper in the blankets, you hum, “But I like having you take care of me.” 

He’s surprised, mostly at the way your voice sounded so calm and soft when you said those words. Because he knows that on any other day, you’d have responded with a smart quip and maybe a punch to his arm. He’s aware it could be the flu talking, making you bare your true feelings similarly to how a drunk man would reveal their sober thoughts. But will you remember them when you wake up tomorrow? 

He laughs quietly before leaning to press a kiss to your temple, “I don’t mind it too.” 

But you were already fast asleep to have heard anything. 

—

The following day, you woke up as if you never had intense fever the night before. The bad headache and chills that you felt was gone and you could move your body without feeling heavy. So not wanting to miss out more on lectures, you got ready and finally went back to school. 

To say that Yachi was overjoyed to see you was an understatement. Your friend sighed of relief and ran to tackle you with a hug the second she saw you step foot on campus. She caught you up to speed about everything that has happened and the tasks that your professors on your shared classes has assigned. 

The two of you were settling in your seats when she remembers, “By the way, did you receive the paper about our Literature project? I had Tsukishima bring it to you.” 

“Really? I didn’t receive anything.” 

And just as she was about to complain about Tsukishima, the door opens loudly and the said boy enters the room. 

“Oh, Kei! Great timing, we were just talking about you,” you greeted as your childhood friend headed straight to your desks. 

Meanwhile, Yachi complained, “Tsukishima, I told you to pass over the reference to them.”  

The boy just walked past her, and stopped in front of you. He stuck out a pack of banana milk (your favorite drink) and some fruits, making you confused at the sudden gesture.

“What’s this?” 

“You skip your breakfasts, right?” You were shocked that he knew about your unhealthy habit. “I don’t want you getting sick again so make sure you eat properly.” 

Yachi’s jaw dropped at his nice attitude. You’re wary as you take drink and snacks from his hand, looking at him as if he grew another head on his body. “You’re being suspicious, Kei. What do you need?” 

He takes the seat beside you, laughing when he turns towards you with a wicked smile that has your heart beating faster. 

“I’m just doing what I need to do as your friend.” He resumes to fix his things on the table. “Besides, weren’t you the one who said you liked me taking care of you?” 

You stutter, cheeks feeling hot as vague snippets from when Kei visited you and took care of you came flashing in your mind. Yachi was now giggling and congratulating you for finally confessing. As you watched the grin on his face, you wished for a hole to appear on the ground and swallow you whole. 

Because your crush on your longtime childhood friend was something you never wanted him to know. 

But that thought was quickly erased when Tsukishima leaned close and whispered, 

“For what it’s worth, I like you too.” 

And since then, Tsukishima started keeping you close and took care of you in the little ways he knows how just so you never have to experience a sick day again. 

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* “Everyone in school thought you were dead.”

* Jessica says bluntly as you walk down the pink streamer filled hallway

* you offer her a fake yawn and a smile.

* “My dad came by for a surprise visit.” She looks confused before her expression smooths

* “Oh your real dad, not Carlisle”

* Carlisle contacted his counterpart, Eleazer to tell him you were running away with a man 300 years your senior

* So of course Eleazer came running -after he probably had a spat with Carmen about who would handle this situation better- to Forks on the first flight he found

* Only to burst through the door to see you and Emmett playing kingdom hearts in the living room

* “Oh, I see the rumors have been vastly exaggerated.”

* Cue -figuratively- sweating Carlisle who takes a sip from his mug

* Since he was already here you figured you would take a few days off from school and show him around

* “Is there anything in particular you might want to see?”

* Edward and Carlisle are looking pretty smug thinking that they’ve already shown you everything of note in the area.

* “I’ve always wanted to see the space needle in Seattle.”

* They both falter when they hear that. All the things they’ve shown you are things humans wouldn’t be able to see, hidden meadows, waterfalls, underwater caverns

* They never thought to show you human landmarks. Eleazer nods a growing smile on his face

* “Seattle has a lot of museums that I’ve wanted to visit as well”

* Carlisle let’s out a sigh of relief, none of his kids would be caught dead at a museum outside of a field trip

* To their dismay and Eleazer’s delight your eyes sparkle

* “Can we go to the pop culture museum and the arboretum too?”

* You don’t even pack, Eleazer tells you you can just buy whatever you need when you get there. You do take a duffel bag full of blood bags though

* And then you’re gone, you leave care instructions for your animals with Edward and you and Eleazer drive off towards Seattle in the rented Mercedes he got at the airport

* “Is it just me... or do they look happier with Eleazer than they are with us.” Edward’s only talking to himself, but Carlisle hears and the oncoming doting parent verbal and mental sputter makes him regret saying anything at all

* “it’s okay Carlisle, I’m sure they’re happy here with us too.”

* You guys stay at a pretty upscale hotel downtown, in the penthouse

* “Are you here on a trip with your boyfriend?” The receptionist asks, and Eleazar straight up starts laughing

* “This is my dad.” You say with a straight face and you can tell the receptionist wants to die

* “I-I’m so sorry, we usually get couples this time of year.” Right, it’s almost Valentine’s Day. Makes sense.

* Still there’s something super gross about people thinking you’re romantically linked to Eleazer

* The penthouse is very nice. There’s an infinity pool on your balcony, and three different bedrooms.

* The trip is really fun, you have a -pretend- meal at the revolving restraint at the needle, and spend the rest of the week museum hopping

* “She feels so familiar....” you mumble to yourself as you gaze at a portrait of a woman with long dark hair

* “That’s Carmen” Eleazer tells you

* “What?!?”

* “She was popular with artists even before she turned, it’s always been a hobby of hers to model” You’re just glad it’s not a nude portrait

* You take super cheesy pictures at the natural history museum, and even better pics at the pop culture museum

* On one of your last nights in the city Eleazer took you to a laundromat

* “I know we’ve been running out of clothes, but I’m sure the hotel has a laundry service”

* Eleazer just grins, talking to the attendant, who takes him to a hidden door.

* Well this isn’t sketchy at all

* Eleazer takes your hand in his as he leads you down a long narrow hallway. When you teach the end there’s a pretty nice bar and what appears to be a jazz club

* “It’s a speakeasy, I thought it might be a little fun for our last day”

* Being beautiful has its perks because the waiter doesn’t even card you, just brings you your dink

* “So...Garrett huh?” You groan, and Eleazer smiles

* You knew this was coming

* “Don’t worry, I’m not like Carlisle, if you like someone I like them too.”

* Well at least he isn’t acting like a total freak about the whole thing

* “I am surprised someone like Garrett is more your flavor though” you raise an eyebrow.

* “In comparison to who?” Eleazer gives you a funny look

* “Edward of course”

* You almost spit out your drink

* “Oh, is this one of those situations where the three of you are a couple together?”

* You start coughing and the waiter brings you a glass of water

* “We’re not together!”

* “Well of course you and Garrett aren’t together yet-“

* “Edward and I aren’t dating.”

* Eleazer just looks at you like you told him you’re pregnant

* “That can’t be right” he mumbles and you sigh

* “Why would you think we were dating?” The jazz singer belts out a high note and Eleazer patiently waits for her to be done so he can talk again

* “Well you went with them to Forks, and when you came to visit last year with him we all just figured it had happened naturally”

* Besides, Eleazer see’s the way he looks at you.

* Like you’re the epitome of your gender, like there’s never been anyone like you and there never will be again

* “We all? The entire coven thinks that?” Your fingers thread through your hair.

* What does Tanya think about that? She must be feeling pretty smug what with that talk she gave you all those years ago about how you would eventually date Edward

* Edward probably knows and just doesn’t even care, the criminal probably thinks it’s funny

* Eleazar watches you have a breakdown, taking a small sip of his brandy. It looks like you haven’t realized the way you look at Edward yet

* You look at him like you don’t have a single doubt. You trust him unconditionally, you know exactly who he is and where he will be.

* You look at him like he’s home

* “This is so embarrassing” you mumble and Eleazer smiles

* He guesses it’s not time yet for you to realize your feelings. Maybe it’s for the best, he’s not as bad as Carlisle, but the thought of giving you away at your wedding makes his heart ache.

* “The best cure for embarrassment is alcohol, drink up.” He grins when you clink your glass against his before gulping down the contents of your drink.

* Who knows, maybe in a few years someone completely different will show up and sweep you off your feet.

* You do talk about something really important with Eleazer though

* “Eleazer when do you think Aro will send for me?”

* Eleazer stops mid motion, his glass halted halfway between the table and his mouth

* “If I’m being honest, I don’t think he will for many years” Eleazer has an awkward expression on his face. “I think he’s afraid of you”

* You sputter

* The great and powerful Aro?! Alive for 1000’s of years. AFRAID OF YOU?!?

* “Oh don’t look at me like that, try and think about it from his perspective.”

* Your power is on par with Janes, but unlike her over the decade you’ve been a vampire your power has only gotten stronger. Your body’s natural despair and your desire to be human feed off of each other, compounding on each other to make your power that much more potent

* The only difference is that now you’ve learned to hide it, keeping your emotions in check so others aren’t hurt

* There isn’t a person alive that stands a chance against you at your full potential. You’re the strongest known vampire

* “Chelsea can’t bind you to coven with her loyalty like she does the others,” Eleazer takes a sip of his drink. “his only choice is to let you come back on your own volition, otherwise he risks a war.”

* A war he wouldn’t win, on your own it was dicey, all of them against just you could go either way

* But you weren’t alone anymore, now you have Tanya, Kate, Irina, Carmen, Eleazer

* And Edward. You know without a second thought Edward would follow you into hell if you asked.

* “Saving any discovery of remarkable talent”

* A discovery like Bella

* You’re not 100% certain, but you’re pretty sure your powers don’t work on Bella, the same way Edward, Jane and Alec’s powers won’t work on her

* And if she can really spread her shield to others-

* You’re f*cked

* “but the chances of that are slim to none.” Eleazer reassures you

* You give him a reassuring smile

* “Salud” you raise you glass and he smiles

* “Salud” he grins as your glass clinks

* You weren’t expecting the week to go by so fast, or to be having as much fun as you did.

* You were pretty sad when the end of the week rolled around and Eleazer dropped you off home

* “He’ll be back before you know it” Edward says, his arm over your shoulders, giving your arm a comforting squeeze

* “Yeah I know, it still feels bad though”

* Edward doesn’t say anything, he just holds you a little closer

* You’re thankful to the Cullen’s for taking you in and giving you an opportunity you might not have had otherwise

* But they’re not your coven, they’re not really your family

* And so now you’re here, walking in a bright pink and red construction paper covered hallway next to Jessica who’s talking about Valentine’s Day

* Ah right, today’s Valentine’s Day

* “Do you think maybe...Mike bought me a carnation?” She asks twirling a strand of hair around her finger

* “I’m sure he did”

* You’re actually sure he bought one for Bella, but you’re hoping the courtesy extends to the whole friend group

* You bought all your friends valentines, and that includes the Cullen’s and everyone on the cheer team

* The money wasn’t the worst part, they were only a dollar each, the worst part was having to write notes for all of them, it wouldn’t have been so bad if the girl at the table wasn’t giving you a dirty look as you pretended to struggle through writing 30 cards

* “How much do you want to bet Bella gets the most flowers out of all of us?”

* You would bet the entire contents of your bank account, but you’re pretty sure Jess can’t match your bet

* “Well, she’s something new to look at, and boys are dumb”

* Jessica blows a strand of hair out of her face. You know she’s probably a bit bitter since she’s started to notice Mike is interested in Bella and not her

* But you kind of get it

* Bella’s cute, but she’s no Cindy Crawford. And to add...she’s really shy, not exactly someone with a charismatic personality.

* The attention she’s garnered will fade in due time, Edward had told you as much

* “It’s the same thing as when we moved to town, most of these kids have gone to school together since childhood, so when someone new gets here it’s all they can think about. They don’t really like her, they just like the idea of her. The illusion of a choice”

* It made you a little sad to be honest, even worse was that Bella didn’t seem to enjoy the attention. She seemed uncomfortable every time a boy flirted with her

* “I almost feel bad for her, I get the feeling she’s not really into any of these guys that are chasing her” Jessica says, so you’re not the only one that’s noticed

* You’re a little surprised that when the student comes by with carnations you get two entire bouquets worth

* And then they come back the next period and give you another bouquet

* “Oooo someone’s popular!” Angela teases and you shrug. Most of these are from Alice and Rosalie, they each bought you three each

* You got a whopping 12 from Conner which feels a bit surprising

* You knew he was going after it, but you didn’t think he would bother to actually put any effort into his attraction outside of flirting with you

* You’ve got one from everyone in your friend group, a handful from others on the cheer team, Emmett and Jasper both bought you one

* The only person who didn’t get you one was Edward

* You wonder if he got Bella one? The thought seems unlikely since they were basically at each others throat the last time they were together

* So imagine your surprise when you walk into the hall to see Bella and Edward talking

* You’re gone for a week and it’s like they’re suddenly insta-friends

* In fact, Bella’s actually blushing, a carnation twirling between her fingers

* A light red carnation

* So he did buy carnations after all, just not for you

* And Edward...his eyes are sparkling as he looks down at her. A lopsided grin curling onto his face

* Oh, there’s that smile

* He says something to her and she pouts, slapping him lightly with the carnation

* They’re getting along just fine without your matchmaking efforts

* So you were the problem

* You should be happy, relieved even-

* But all you can feel is the sharp twist in the bottom of your stomach

* “Hey (Y/N/N), I see you got my flowers”

* You turn around to see Conner who’s looking at your half zipped bag, 3 bouquets of flowers popping out of the top

* “Oh, yeah thanks they’re beautiful.”

* “I’m glad you got them, I noticed you weren’t at school and for a second I was worried you wouldn’t be here today too.”

* He really is cute. He’s got chocolate brown hair and clear blue eyes, a splatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He plays tennis or baseball or some other irrelevant sport.

* He’s popular with the girls too, he dated Lauren a few times, and Jessica admitted she had a crush on him freshman year.

* “Are you feeling better now?” He asks, he looks genuinely concerned and it takes you back a bit

* “Yeah, my dad came for a surprise visit so we went to Seattle”

* “Oh that’s cool, what did you guys do?”

* You’re a little surprised that Conner O’Malley, f*ckboy extraordinaire, is Trying to engage you in an honest conversation

* “We just did all the tourist stuff, space needle, museums, food, the usual.”

* Conner smiles at you, hands fidgeting together

* “That’s cool, did you um-did you read the note with the bouquet?

* You didn’t notice there was a note, you swing you backpack around, picking out his bright red bouquet with ease.

* You hadn’t paid attention to the note attached than reading the name on the front to see who they were from.

* “Will you be my valentine” you read the note out loud, feeling confused. What does that mean

* He fidgets in front of you, from here you can see his ears are bright red

* “So would you want to go out sometime?”

* He’s asking you out? On a proper date????

* “We could go watch a movie, or um I know you like to ride those bikes in Port A-“ you do like to ride those bikes in port a

* You watch the his human boy fumble over himself. There’s no future with this boy, one day he’ll grow old and want things you won’t be able to give him.

* “I have a ton of homework to catch up on-“

* “Oh, yeah no, I get that”

* But maybe... maybe it’s okay just to pretend and let yourself be entertained by the experience

* “Would you want to come with me to the library? I’m totally lost on Trig”

* You know it’s not the most romantic place, but that’s part of the reason you suggested it. You want to give him an out

* He looks a little surprised but recovers quickly.

* “I’ll meet you after school then, we can drive to the library together”

* You don’t bother telling Edward, you just look to the spot where he’s with Bella, he must have heard

* His eyes meet yours, his mouth pinches into a slight smile and he gives you a nod before turning back to Bella

* What so just because he’s got a new friend you’re invisible now?

* Stupid Edward. Not like you care, you just wanted him to know he’d have to ride home with the others

* Maybe his new best friend Bella can give him a ride home

* “So you’re going out with Conner tonight huh?” Mike asks when you take your seat in biology

* Edward doesn’t so much as spare you a glance

* “He’s just helping me catch up on school work.” You shrug, pulling out your biology homework

* “I bet he’ll help you catch up on-“

* “You’re going out with Conner?” Bella interrupts, you’re grateful for it but at the same time: those doe eyes and innocent face irritate you

* “He’s just helping me catch up on homework I missed”

* “Couldn’t Edward hell you do that?”

* You try to not look at Edward

* But what the f*ck?!?

* Last week the two of them couldn’t even sit in a car together for a short ten minute drive, and now all of a sudden she’s asking why you’re NOT spending time with Edward?

* It’s so... irritating

* You feel a tap on your arm, and turn to look at Edward

* “Control yourself”

* Oh great so the one time he decides to acknowledge your presence is to tell you to control your powers because he’s worried about his little human girlfriend getting the whiplash?!?

* Seriously, f*ck off Edward

* “Mr. Barnes I have to go to the nurse.”

* You don’t even wait to hear his answer, you just grab your bag and walk out

* You keep walking, practically fuming until you get to the parking lot

* Well you can’t leave, you already told Conner you’re going with him to the library after school

* Not to add it’s going to look real weird if you don’t go the nurses office eventually after storming off like that

* But you don’t want to go there yet

* Queue you discretely crouching under a window, lightly tapping the glass

* “Rosalie, Rosalie can you hear me?” You whisper

* Rosalie head turns to the window, her eyebrows threaded together, you poke your head just slightly above the ledge and give her a small smile and a wave

* Well at least it’s always interesting with you around

* “What are you doing?” Rosalie asks when she meets you under the school staircase

* You give her a nervous smile before collapsing onto the floor

* She gives you a knowing look before sitting beside you

* “So what did king Brood do now?”

* Queue the Edward rant

* “I leave for one week and all of a sudden he’s besties with some human, when just last week he told me not to get to close to her”

* “That’s Edward for you, king of the brood and hypocrisy.” Rosalie leans her head back against the wall

* “You know he didn’t even get me a carnation?”

* Rosalie rolls her eyes

* “That sounds like him, if it helps he didn’t buy me a carnation either, he just doesn’t think things like this are important”

* “He bought Bella one.”

* Rosalie sputters at that, so you retell her all about the flirting you had to watch

* “What color was the carnation?” Rosalie asks, and your eyebrows thread together

* Why is that important right now?

* “Um I don’t know, not quite pink, not quite red, something in between.”

* Rosalie’s expression smooths

* So that’s his game

* “Don’t worry about it too much as long as it’s not a deep red it doesn’t mean love”

* Now it’s your turn to sputter

* “W-what why would I be worried? Edward can do whatever he wants, even if it is with some human”

* Rosalie gives you a knowing look, and you avert your eyes

* If Rosalie were cruel she might ask why you’re sitting out here with her instead of in class, if you don’t care about what Edward does

* But Rosalie isn’t cruel, at least not to you

* She pats your shoulder, and you sigh

* “Come on let’s go to the nurse so you can pretend you have cramps or something” you nod

* “Besides don’t you have a date with the hottest human boy at our school?” You groan and a teasing smile curls onto her lips

* “Not you too.”

* The date is over hyped for sure, it’s mostly you and Conner sitting at the end of a small table asking each other questions about the trig homework

* “So...are you supposed to use the radical formula for this one?”

* “I think so..do you remember the formula?” Conner scratches his head

* “Um I remember there was a story about a mixed up guy going to a party that’s supposed to help”

* Basically it’s more like you’re helping Conner with home work than him helping you Totally underwhelming

* “Sorry, I bet there are better ways to spend your Valentine’s Day” Conner scoffs

* “Are you kidding? I’m spending it with the hottest person at Forks HS, as far as I’m concerned this is a win” he grins and you smile back

* Well, it wasn’t completely a waste

* You roll around back home around 11:30, everyone’s gone, on with their own Valentine’s Day plans.

* You’re not surprised to see Edward’s not in his room either He’s probably out watching Bella or doing god knows what

* You know this is the way it supposed to be, it’s the best thing for you too, you know even with Bella in the mix Edward would never betray you

* Once she’s on your side you don’t have to worry about the Volturi. But still, there a twist in your stomach You don’t like this new Edward, even if it is who he really is.

* You want your Edward back

* You sigh as you walk down the hall and into your room Stopping in the doorway when you flick on the lights

* There on your desk is a bouquet of roses

* You have half a mind to think they’re from Eleazer or Garrett or something

* So imagine when you pull off the card to see Edward’s name attached

* “Glad to have you home, happy Valentine’s Day” - Edward

* You toy with the card, a small smile curling onto your lips

* Maybe he’s still your Edward

* Your Edward just more anti-social

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NMJ is the only one that knows bc he’s the only one that NHS truly trusts, he’s the only one who knows why NHS focuses so much in painting and art, NHS doesn’t know why or how but with a little bit of spiritual energy he’s able to bring what he paints in paper to the real world and with that the Nie sect has the beasts of legends under their command

on ao3

“How about you draw a flower?” Nie Mingjue said without much conviction. It was hard to have conviction when you knew it was pointless.

“No!” Nie Huaisang shouted, unsurprisingly, because toddlers always shouted. They seemed to have a great deal of feelings and sound for such small frames. “Taotie!”

Nie Mingjue grimaced. “No, no, not Taotie,” he said quickly. Never Taotie, not again. “How about the Baihu? Nice fuzzy tiger?”

“No!”

“Fenghuang? You like birds.”

Nie Huaisang considered it. “I like birds,” he agreed.

Nie Mingjue heaved a sigh of relief. “Me, too,” he said enthusiastically. “I love birds.”

He had never had especially strong feelings about birds, but he was willing to develop some.

“Okay,” Nie Huaisang said, and patted his thigh comfortingly. “I’ll draw you a bird, da-ge.”

“…thanks,” Nie Mingjue said.

When Nie Huaisang was done, he proudly presented Nie Mingjue with the results of his work.

Nie Mingjue put the baby phoenix in the new aviary he’d secretly had constructed behind his father’s back, thinking to himself that the high-grade construction materials he’d insisted on were totally worth losing his allowance for the next year.

The phoenix chick - it looked like a plucked chicken with maybe three feathers total - weakly coughed smoke.

Because of course it did.

Sometimes Nie Mingjue wished that he could just tell someone about Nie Huaisang’s unusual gift – it was a pretty big burden to bear, and he really wasn’t sure he was old enough for this type of responsibility – but no one else deserved to know. If they didn’t have the good taste to like Nie Huaisang when he was no one and nobody, pointless and useless, they didn’t deserve the benefits of knowing him now that he could do stuff.

Even if it was weird stuff. 

Stuff like his ability to summoning the things he drew into existence. 

Even things that might not really exist.

Besides, the thought of Nie Huaisang getting wrapped up into war and politics when he was still so young –

No, better to just store away what he made and hope he grew out of it.

And no more Taoties.

-

“Lan Zhan said his uncle shows people his artwork,” Nie Huaisang said, sitting on Nie Mingjue’s table in the family study. “Why don’t you ever show my artwork?”

“You do art?” their father asked absently, most of his attention on the report he was reading.

“Huaisang does great calligraphy,” Nie Mingjue interjected very quickly. “You’ve seen it – it’s beautiful. And his poems are very well crafted, too.”

“But Lan Zhan said –”

Nie Mingjue mentally resigned himself to not being friends with Lan Xichen any longer, no matter how well they’d gotten along, on the basis that the other boy would probably take it personally when Nie Mingjue murdered his brother.

“He also said stuff about rules,” he said. “Hundreds and hundreds of rules. Do you want to listen to all of those, too?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said sulkily, five years old and bitter with it. “But…”

“How about we show Lan Wangji your aviary?” Nie Mingjue coaxed. “Go ask him if he’d like to see it. I bet he’s never seen anything like that – and you can ask him what type of animal he likes best, too!”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes went wide at the thought and he dashed off.

“You spoil him far too much,” their father commented. “An aviary – you talk about it more than he does, and you’re always getting birds to fill it up for him, too. Why are you so devoted to him learning to like birds?”

“Better than him liking fierce beasts,” Nie Mingjue said, omitting to mention exactly where he obtained the birds that filled the aviary. “Or corpses.”

“If he liked fierce beasts, perhaps he’d be more martially inclined.”

No, we would be, Nie Mingjue thought. He’d gotten a lot of spare practice with Baxia trying to fight corpses that had no business being there during the period in which Nie Huaisang had gotten temporarily interested in the things in his father’s stories – and that was before Nie Huaisang had learned about yao.

“I don’t want him growing up morbid, that’s all,” he said.

“You’re his brother, not his nursemaid,” their father said, a little exasperated. “Nor are you his mother. Why are you fussing over him so?”

Nie Mingjue huffed and shook his head. “How goes recruitment for the border?” he asked instead, and listened to his father tell him about how people barely a year or two older than him were being sent to risk death in the name of sect honor.

Not Nie Huaisang, he promised himself. Not yet.

He’d tell his father when Nie Huaisang was old enough to handle the consequences.

-

“Huaisang, didi,” Nie Mingjue said, and tried to smile, even though it pained him. “Can you do me a favor? A really, really big favor?”

Nie Huaisang sniffed, clutching at his arms and shaking. “What, da-ge?”

“You remember Jiwei? A-die’s saber? Can you draw that for me, please?”

It only made it worse.

-

“Da-ge?”

“Yes, Huaisang?” Nie Mingjue asked, scowling at the map. It didn’t get any better the longer he looked at it, but maybe if he kept glaring he could cow it into submission.

“Don’t you want me to help?”

Nie Mingjue looked up at where Nie Huaisang was wringing his hands by the door. “Help? With what?”

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes at him, like it was Nie Mingjue being dense instead of him having started a conversation in the middle. “Uh, with border defense?”

“Why would I ask you to help with that?” Nie Mingjue asked blankly, then realized how his words could be misconstrued. “Not that I wouldn’t ask you to help, of course, but you’ve never really liked battlefield strategy, and anyway you are only twelve –”

“Da-ge!” Nie Huaisang whined. “I meant drawing!”

“…as in maps?”

Nie Huaisang’s glare could light fires.

Nie Mingjue coughed and put aside his work to focus on his brother. “Huaisang, why do you think I would use your drawings in planning out a possible battle?”

“Because they’re useful?” Nie Huaisang said, crossing his arms. “I can make things appear, da-ge, just by drawing them. Not sure if you’ve noticed, but that’s not something that normal people can do.”

“I know,” Nie Mingjue said. “It’s not. But just because it’s not normal doesn’t mean it’s not a wonderful ability, Huaisang.”

Nie Huaisang looked a little bit appeased.

“But just because it’s wonderful doesn’t mean I’m going to abuse your ability,” Nie Mingjue continued. “You should be playing, not working, and if anyone tells you otherwise, you tell me and I’ll straighten them out.”

Nie Huaisang came up and hugged him. “So it’s not that you’re not ashamed of me being weird and useless?”

“I think we’ve already established that an ability like yours is far from useless. And I don’t care how weird you are, principles are principles: you’re too young to be used for battle. Sorry, Huaisang; my hands are tied.”

Nie Huaisang laughed at him and left, looking much happier.

-

“So what would you like?” Nie Huaisang asked, eyes sparkling. “Me and my brush are at the ready, here to help!”

Nie Mingjue rubbed his forehead. “If you’re sure…”

“Da-ge! I’m seventeen – you were already sect leader for two years by my age. And it’s not like I’m going out there on the front lines or anything; I’m just going to draw some stuff for you.”

“You say ‘just’,” he grumbled. “It does drain your qi, you know. That’s why you took such a long time to form a golden core…”

“Yes, but I did get there eventually, didn’t I? And anyway, it’s fine, I’ll do it instead of my usual landscapes. What would you like? A dragon to devour our enemies? The white tiger, nipping at their heels? A taotie –”

“No Taotie.”

“You’re so weird about that,” Nie Huaisang complained, rolling his eyes again. “Fine. Then what?”

“Sabers,” Nie Mingjue said, giving in. “Standard steel, not spiritual. Horses, feed, saddles. Say, how are you at drawing arrows?”

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “I can draw you the beasts of legend, and you want me to draw you arrows?”

“Yes. As many as you can bring yourself to create, really; everyone’s always short on arrows. More rice would be good, too –”

“This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting when I volunteered to help,” Nie Huaisang grumbled.

“Are you going to do it for me or not?” Nie Mingjue asked, unimpressed. “You asked me to use you, not to give you an art project.”

His brother heaved a sigh. “Yes, yes, I will. Can you explain to me why this is your choice, at least?”

Nie Mingjue ruffled his brother’s hair. “Huaisang, when you draw something, it comes to life. Fully to life, as a separate and independent creature of its own – if you draw a dragon, who’s to say that the dragon will choose to fight the Wen sect, instead of turning on us? It wouldn’t be much help if we had to run out, sabers drawn, to deal with whatever it was, only to be exhausted before the Wen sect even arrived.”

“…oh.”

“When we’ve made some progress in the field, I promise to let you help build fortifications,” Nie Mingjue said. “You can start thinking of really nasty traps –”

“Da-ge?”

“Yes?”

“…is that why you hate the idea of me drawing Taotie so much?”

Nie Mingjue coughed.

“Da-ge!”

“Don’t worry about it. It was always really good saber practice…”

-

“And if anyone tries anything against you at the camp, you draw something really mean, okay?” Nie Mingjue said, pressing paper and a brush into his brother’s hand in addition to the ones he’d hidden away in his luggage - there was a chance that might be confiscated upon his arrival. “I don’t care what it is.”

“I know, I know –”

“Promise me!”

“I will!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed. “I promise already!”

“Not just if they’re aggressive. Even if things just look suspicious –”

“Suspicious? Like what?”

“If they take you somewhere secluded,” Nie Mingjue said, face drawn with worry. “Somewhere where it’d take us a long time to find your bodies. I don’t care if you put other people in danger from your creation, okay? Don’t make me have to find your corpse.”

Nie Huaisang was silent for a moment. “I understand,” he finally said. “I promise.”

-

“I’m never drawing anything legendary ever again,” Nie Huaisang sniffed into Nie Mingjue’s collar. “That Xuanwu was awful. It tried to eat all of us!”

-

“Do you want me to help with the logistics, Sect Leader Nie?” Meng Yao asked.

“You already help with the logistics,” Nie Mingjue said, not really paying attention. If it was serious, Meng Yao would bring it to his attention – he was a truly remarkable aide-de-camp. “You already help with everything.”

“I appreciate Sect Leader Nie’s confidence in me,” Meng Yao said, smiling a little. “But no, I meant – with the imports.”

“Imports?”

“Every week we receive new shipments of goods – food, weapons, defenses – from Qinghe, and we don’t send any money back. Surely such expenditures are putting a strain on the Nie treasury..?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nie Mingjue said. “Huaisang is handling it. It’s good for him to have responsibility.”

Meng Yao looked a little skeptical, but in his defense, he’d met Nie Huaisang.

“Really,” Nie Mingjue assured him. “He’s not going to hurt our budget – it’ll be fine. They’ve come steadily every week so far, haven’t they?”

“If Sect Leader Nie is content, then so am I,” Meng Yao said, but he was pouting a little, perhaps at the perceived lack of trust. He did so love to be helpful.

“You know I trust you with my life,” Nie Mingjue told him. “But this is something that Huaisang is, for once, best placed to handle. Don’t worry about it.”

It wasn’t really his secret to share, after all. Maybe when the war was done.

-

Nie Mingjue was on his back in the throne room of the Fire Palace, staring up at the man who murdered his father and who was about to murder him, too, when he heard the sound.

A high-pitched squeal, unlike anything else he’d ever heard – a little like a pig, a little like a wolf, a little like the long slow grate of metal against metal. It burned on the ear, a vile sound on the verge of being physically painful.

“What is that?” Wen Ruohan asked, frowning. He was standing above Nie Mingjue, his foot crushing down on his chest; Baxia was out of reach, knocked away, but at least no longer in the traitor Meng Yao’s hands. “Meng Yao…?”

“I - I’m not sure, Sect Leader Wen,” Meng Yao said, looking equally confused.

Nie Mingjue laughed.

They both looked at him.

He grinned up at them, blood in his teeth.

“What?” he said. “Never heard a Taotie before?”

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