#even when angry at each other there's undertones of not WANTING to hurt the other and wanting the other to be BETTER than this

[shattersstar]

bound

pairing: vampire x reader

summary: He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired. It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

warning: horror-ish elements, blood mention., religious undertones (aka general vampire themes/concepts)

a/n: i have so much to say about this lil piece of writing omg okay, i wrote this back in May i believe around the time i was reading we have always lived in the castle and it Shows. its lowkey fantasy which is not like anything i write but the horror-ish vibes r pretty consistent with my original stuff. it is heavily inspired by a lot of the vampire media ive consumed too though even if its not based on one particular character. i have been thinking about it since i wrote it and while im a bit ehhh about posting something original i quite literally have nothing else to share and as i said before y’all keeping i’d still eat the fruit in my notifs is so :)))) so this is a thank you to y’all and a Step back into writing for me hopefully. ramble aside enjoy ! feedback and comments r always appreciated

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It had rained, no—poured, stormed, hailed, cried, screamed. It had swept in during the day, white noise to him as he slept, while it greeted you during breakfast. The clouds wept over the lands in what felt like divine punishment. It was as if nature or something higher than that was against him, accosting or trying to stop him. As he stood at the edge of the great forest, rain pelting the top of his head he assumed there was nothing greater than nature. Not even him. There was nothing higher nor more humbling. God could spite someone, but nature enacted it. It flooded your sleepy town and even sleepier forest and he was on the other side. Confined to his home until the storm cleared and the sun rose.

He would not be graced with your presence yet again and he tried to ignore the call to change you, to have his fangs pierce your skin and his blood run across your tongue. He gritted his teeth, reminding himself of the hurt it brought and he would never cause that for his love. His dearest who lived on the other side of the forest he was unable to cross. His icy glare moved along the border, not even noticing the rain drenching his billowing black cloak anymore. Somewhere in the forest a branch snapped and animals chattered.

He would live for eternity, he could wait for you. It was his resolution before heading back to his home in the woods and trying not to be angry, to let fury run through his long dead veins and restart his stilled heart. If anything—anyone—could, he knew it was you.

He followed the path compacted over the years of those travelling to stare at his home, humans daring each other to go near it, but never following through when the windows shuddered and a figure moved past one of them like a ghost. Times had changed, but people were as superstitious as ever. They saw his decayed and rotted home and prescribed evil to it. It was overrun with vines, leaves would not grow on them. Even in spring. They stayed black, and gnarled, tightening their hold in his house each season. Thorns protruding from some of the thicker vines, protecting him it seemed. You had noted that, staring at his wondrous home with bright eyes.

It was in a clearing in the forest, grey stone withered away and swallowed by nature. It still stood strong, the outside a grotesque picture that did not reflect the inside. Oil lamps and lighting fixtures alike lit the space from the inside out. It warmed the walls, revealing the deep brown wood panelling that made up the older parts of the house. The stairs were still the original wood, a grand staircase that greeted no one, but him and you these days.

Many of the rooms upstairs had been closed off, sheets gently placed over the old furniture and doors closed forever. He had no need for such space, other vampires stopped visiting when hunters started lingering in your town. You had told him of your many encounters, most were smart enough to stay out the forest, but they still killed many of his kind. Finding them in their carriages amongst the cars rolling down the freshly paved roads. Horses killed along with whoever dwelled inside. They saw themselves as vigilantes, but you had told him most of your town considered them a nuisance. Urban men thinking they can save the more rural lands that bordered their great cities. Cities that forgot the magic that once thrived in places like the forest.

“Their thinking of building a highway through it, connecting us to other towns or one of the bigger cities.” You had explained one day, sitting in his lap and letting him hold you. He hummed, long fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. You placed your warm hand over his and leaned further into his chest. He asked you to let him hold you and you had obliged like always.

He kept those memories in mind, the soft questions he would extend your way and how you listened so dutifully. May I hold you? Will you lay with me? Come walk through the cellar? Can I drink your—

His fist slammed against his dinning room table, nearly snapping it in two as a crack ran jagged through the centre of the chestnut coloured wood. His fangs were out, nails morphed into claws dug into his skin and blood dripped into the crack. He stared at it, muscles in his face twitching as he waited for it to end. Waited for the creature in him to return to laying dormant and his own clear, sound mind to return. Though he supposed it was never very clear or sound anymore, not when you had burrowed inside of him and promised to never leave. And as if his thoughts beckoned you themselves, the old telephone in his study rang. It’s shrill scream echoed through the quiet house, though the ring was discordant, snapping in two halfway through its loop and screeching a pitch higher. The noise made his pointed ears twitch and with a swoop of his cloak he was in his study. He answered it on the normal ring, cutting it off right before it went off tone.

He held the phone to his ear, but waited to speak. “Hello?” You asked, your voice soft and worried. You’d never called him before—truthfully he had no idea this phone even worked.

“Hello my love.” He returned, and you breathed out a happy sigh.

“Oh my god, hi! I found this number in some old directory—phone book thing,” You explained with an airy giddiness that he wished to share, “I wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but…” You trailed off and he was smiling fondly into the receiver.

“I have missed you.”

“I miss you too, I hate this weather I can never get through the forest when its so rainy.”

“I know.”

“Maybe they should build a highway through it, I could hitchhike my way to see you.” You laughed, but he turned somber. Industrialization finally touching the sacred land of the forest didn’t sit right within him. It may be the great divider that kept him away from you, but it was his home. A highway felt like you were asking to be swept away, to a new town or bigger city that he could not adventure too. He could ask you to stay—he knew you’d oblige—but it was not his place to keep you here. “Is your phone one of those spin, dial ones?” You asked suddenly, breaking through the tension he hadn’t meant to create.

“A rotary phone?” He corrected with a ghost of a grin, “Yes it is.”

“I want to see it when I come over again.”

“And so you will.” It was quiet again and he hadn’t noticed the tears running down his face. He didn’t know he was able to cry anymore.

“I love you.” You whispered, holding your cellphone close, likely curled up in bed and staring out your window at the rain and the forest beyond it.

“I love you dearest.” His voice did not betray the sadness building in him. “Sleep beloved, I will see you soon.”

“Yes, I’m gonna come see you and your rotary phone.” You laughed, forced and watery.

“Soon.”

“Soon.” You repeated, and hung up. He kept the black phone, laced with intricate gold details, to his ear for a moment longer. He had heard your voice at least and could sleep. He moved through his home, snuffing out candles and flicking off switches before finding the one room without windows. A coffin laid on the floor, dark brown and glistening with the finish that had been applied centuries ago.

He supposed this was his true home, not the house he had kept himself locked in, but the wooden box with your picture in it. Dutifully kept under his pillow, bringing you to the land of dreams with him—if he could dream. It was a bitter punishment for the life he lived, the transgression—sin—he supposed would be held against the two of you. For how he wanted you more than anything, how he would tear whole cities to shreds at your behest and let the hunters who lurked in your town meet his fangs if you so desired.

It was gluttony, to take eternal life and still want more.

Though it was hard to think of such evil things when looking at your face, he had taken the photo while you were on the roof. Wind had wiped your clothes into a frenzy and you laughed as the night sky twinkled behind you. He had taken it and was surprised when you’d given it to him only a few days later. He had kept up with modern technology as well as he could, but there was always something so magical about photographs to him. He collected hundreds over his life time, faces he knew and others he didn’t. Organized neatly into a collection of books, which he’d let you look through on occasion. He showed you photos from the many lives he’s lived, something about them bringing warmth rushing to your face.

He was always so devastatingly beautiful, regal and hypnotic across all eras. Yet, he couldn’t focus on the kind words that bubbled from your lips as the rushing of the blood under your skin nearly shattered something inside of him. His fangs threatened to meet your skin, but with calculated focus he reigned in his hunger. It was hard at first—you were the only human he had been around in decades—but he did it for love.

Everything he did was for love, it was his reason for existence it seemed. You had other reasons for your claim to life, but to him? You were all he had, the only reason to not let the sun engulf him or let a hunter kill him. He could not break your heart until you broke his. He let that thought dwell in his mind as sleep overtook him just as the sun rose and the rain ended. Its incessant pitter patter had ceased and he somehow dreamt of you standing golden in the forest and beckoning him closer.

He woke up to your face—maybe it wasn’t a dream—as you crouched next to his coffin. Maybe he had finally died and you were welcoming him to where God decided to send him. If you were there it couldn’t be hell. Could it be?

“My love—“ Your hand pressed to his chest, keeping him still. “It’s still daytime, sleep okay?” You whispered, hand moving to his jaw and cradling his face in your palm for a moment. “I’ll be back in a sec okay, I just need to change.” He nodded against you, kissing your hand before you let him reside in darkness. He had caught a glimpse of your pants caked in mud and could smell the blood from your skinned palms. Despite the slick terrain it seemed you ventured through the forest to see him. It made his chest shudder and for a moment he thought you had actually restarted his heart.

It was only a few minutes later when you were carefully opening his coffin again, now dawning a loose fitting silk shirt that made his red eyes alight with something wild. You had cleaned your scrapes and mud off your skin, smelling faintly of rain water and the lavender soap you gifted him. You stepped over him, nestling against his side and letting him enclose the two of you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest, knuckles grazing over your hair while you stretched an arm across his torso. Your legs intertwined with his long ones and you let out a breathy sigh.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, and while you likely couldn’t see as thing, he could see you perfectly. You shook your head no against his chest, yawning into the fabric of his shirt.

“I just wanted to see you.” You murmured, chin resting in his chest as you made hit best attempt at eye contact in the blackness. “I saw the dining room table, are you okay?” You asked, somehow staring through him in the darkness. He offered his hand instead of finding the words in his throat, slowly unravelling his fist to reveal a mark free palm. He wasn’t sure you understand what he meant or if your eyes adjusted enough yet, until you carefully closed it once again, kissing his knuckles and placed your hand over his. You both were silent for a moment, until you looked up at him again and breathed, “You’re all I want.”

“And you’re all I have.” He held you closer, watching a grin pull at the corner of your lips. He was sure it was that devotion, obsession even, with you that would bring about his downfall. Centuries old and all powerful, but reduced to nothing without you. His strength and knowledge meant nothing if he didn’t have you to share it with.

And you could not stand your stagnant life in a town full of people who wished his kind dead. You chose a trek through the forest during the twilight hours of the morning to see him, bringing him soft kisses and silk under his hands as you let your mouth meet his. You kissed him with all the exhaustion and lethargy wrapped up in the two of you, molasses slow kisses that were just as sweet. It was how you fell asleep, lips to his neck and head tucked under his chin before your warm breathed puffed across his pale skin. He fell asleep not long after, engulfing you in his embrace, his cloak draping over your frame as he decided home was where you asked him to be.

#by vampire media yes i mean castlevania and vampire hunter d #which i think is fairly obvious but maybe i’m being presumptuous #vampire x reader #vampire imagine #dracula x reader #dracula imagine #vlad tepes x reader #vlad tepes imagine #castlevania x reader #castlevania imagine #vampire hunter d x reader #vampire hunter d imagine #adrian tepes x reader #adrian tepes imagine #alucard x reader #alucard imagine #ahhh just hit me this is the first fic ive posted since june i rlly hope it’s good #writing #castlevania #vampire hunter d

[deadpool15]

Girl please

I'm walking around trying to gather all my shit. I can't ever find shit in this bitch. "Baby, if you can't come that absolutely fine. I just thought since you were in Korea, well, you know.." I turn around and stare at the phone. "Kirsten Dogen, you sit there and pass off a fake ass undertone with me again, and you are not getting those snacks you like when I pull up. Don't throw shade at me, young lady." I hear a bunch of laughs coming from the phone which I can't really identify, I guess those are the other girls she is doing the photoshoot with. Serves her right. I don't take the back talk. "Baby, really legal government names, that's how we gonna play it." She says with a pout on that God forsaken beautiful fucking face. But I realize to back down. "And did, what's your point."

"Also, your fav boots are in our closet, in my side, sweetie," When I heard those words, I turned around, and I almost got whiplash. "Why would MY boots be on your side, huh?" She stares at me sheepishly before trying to make it seem like someone is calling her, and quickly saying she had to go. I sit there in disbelief, "I know she did not just hang up on me. And proceeded to not answer my question at that. Girl literally just cut me off like I wasn't talking." After a while of absolute bullshit I finally decided to finish getting ready. It was pretty hot in Korea, so I went for some shorts and a crop. With my favorite boots, of course. I then decided to call up Yeonjun. Me and that man had been friends ever since his family decided to randomly pull up to California for a couple of years. I showed him around, and his mom used to joke about us being together. Then he came back to Korea and our parents thought it would be a good idea to send each other letters.

Our friendship has lasted for what felt like a lifetime, and I love that dude. Through Kirsten couldn't stand him. I felt like she had just never taken the time to give him a chance. Sure, Yeonjun was flirty sometimes, but that's just him as a person, and he knew when to back off. I would never hurt my wife, and sometimes, I felt like she didn't trust me. I mean, Yeonjun was literally my right hand at our wedding. Out there standing next to me prepared me for my life, cheering the loudest when we officially got married. It even got to the point where she shit talked him once and got angry at me. Like true enough, I love my wife, and I love my bestie, so I wanted them to get along. Hopefully, today works out. I had been signed to Hybe labels as an official choreographer, mainly working with newjeans because those are my girls, but I had worked with other groups as well. The public was quite familiar with me and our friendship, so it was never any dating rumors. Sure, people wanted us together, but that's their issue. I'm happily married.

Yeonjun had pulled up in his van. Opened the door before I hit him in the head. "Why are you always so aggressive all the time? There was literally no need for that hit, Cece." I just push him in the van before grabbing his face. Every time I go to America, I leave for a while. I had to take some other jobs that were literally amazing. Though when I come back, I always make it a habit of checking Yeonjun. Companies are known to starve their idols with fucked up so called diets and I refused to allow it to happen to my bestie. I mean, I almost beat a staff ass for suggesting my litter hyein needed to lose a couple of pounds. "You look good, just doing my family checks." He smiled at me, "I'm glad you care about my health so much, sis." We sat there in the car just catching up on all the shig we have missed in life. Before I told him we would be going to see Kirsten, he just smiled and said, "That's cool." Weridly enough he never had a issue with her, and never tried to say anything back when she insulted him stating she is your wife and you my little sister, I understand why she is jealous but I wouldn't disrespect you other half. My brother is just too amazing. Sometimes, I feel like he read that shit from a magazine.

We pulled up the building, seeing workers running around and losing their minds, trying to make sure everything was perfect. As I walked inside, I heard a scream typical, it what I get for being koreas number it boy with me. Yeonjun just smiles and embraces all the attention. He has also been a suckered for the spotlight. While he is doing that, I tell him I'll go in the back to find Kirsten. I walk away, thankfully, running into Funky Y and greeting her, of course. She is all smiles and asking me all these questions before I cut the conversation short and ask about Kristen. "She is in the back with makeup." I nod and thank her before making my way back there. Seeing her getting all dolled up dripped down in Calvin Klein for the shoot, "Well, look at you." Hearing my voice, she immediately turns around before jumping up to hug me. "Omg, you're finally here. I thought you were made at me about the boot thing. I just wore them at the beginning of the show, to like reveal us. So it technically wasn't that long." I brush her hair out of her face, taking a goof look at her. "I don't care that you wore them, I care that you hung up on me while we were still talking. Don't think I forgot about that. And there shall be punishments in order, baby." I smirk once I see her scared face before kissing her head, trying not to mess up her makeup.

"Guys, it took me forever to find you. It's like a lot of rooms in here. Hi, Kirsten. You look great. What's the shoot for?" Yeonjun asks while running in her out of breath, I turn and laugh at him before turning back to her and see her face. "It's Calvin Klein, pretty obvious to anyone with a brain." She states with a look of pure annoyance while staring at him. Then whispered in my ear why you had to bring him. I grip her arm as a warning, while yeonjun asks us if we want anything to drink, I tell him I'll have an apple juice before Kirsten says nothing from you. "OK, fucking stop it. I try my very best not to take sides because I care about both of you and want you to equally get along. But this shit ends now," I see her face try to turn into a pout before I squeeze her side, letting her know I'm not dealing with the fake shit. "No more animosity or any of that shit, got it." They both look at each other before Yeonjun randomly hugs us both. "I don't have a problem with you, Kirsten. If anything, I'm glad that my litter sister was able to find you, though I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you feel angry. I look over to her, stating it's her turn, and she sighs, "You didn't really do anything, it's just you two are so close, and I know you don't like her like that. But I told myself that if I hated you, it would be easier. Which is a really hard thing to do since you are so happy and bright. I was insecure, and I took it out of you, but then I realized you two are just like siblings, and I felt stupid and thought it was all in my head."

Yeonjun hugs us closer before saying he will give us a minute while patting Kirsten on the back. "Baby, your thoughts are never stupid, and if you feel so strongly, you come and talk to me. We are a team, and till death, do us part remember." She smiles while hugging me tighter and kissing all over my face. "It's ok, I'll try my best to make it up, Yeonjun, for all the shit I put him through. I know he is a nice guy." I just rock her from side to side while listening. "That's amazing, baby, and don't think I forgot about your punishment from earlier. You are in for it when we get home, baby." I tell her while gripping her ass.

Request by @kirsmyonlyone

#street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #street woman fighter x reader #Kristen Dogen #kristen dogen x reader

[paleyouthdragon]

Yup, exactly! And trust, there is no way Harry puts anybody before Ginny. It is very clear in the books that she is the most important person to him. In HBP when Ron is hanging out with them Harry wants Ron to go away and leave them alone. In DH he is with R/Hr 24/7 and pines for Ginny and yearns to talk to Ginny.

I guarantee when GINNY is by his side he is never pining for Ron or Hermione's presence lmao. Ginny is his favorite, it's clear.

The only reason she doesn't know anything about the horcruxes or the prophecy is because Harry wasn't allowed to tell anyone else. It was legit part of the plot that he couldn't tell anyone else and its brought up over and over in the last book. He says he's not allowed to tell anyone else. Dumbledore's orders!

Ron!stans just don't want to admit it because they want to live inside Ron's ass. Also, Ron!stans think Ron favors Harry over Ginny when that isn't true either. It's actually very clear in the last two books how much Ron loves and cares for Ginny. Ron turns on Harry and gets angry at him for exactly TWO people: Hermione and Ginny. Both are more important to him than Harry (but he still loves Harry).

ALSO - Ron never lets anyone disrespect or insult Hermione....except Ginny lol.

In HBP Ginny calls out Hermione and makes fun of her for not understanding Quidditch and Ron is right there and says nothing. THAT is so telling to me. If ANYONE else insulted Hermione (and Harry even comments that Hermione looked hurt and stung), Ron would have shouted them down or hexed them. Ginny insulted Hermione in front of Ron and Ron was totally quiet lmao. That is the only time in the books Hermione gets insulted and Ron is quiet! That shows so much loyalty to Ginny! Because at the end of the day? If his sibling fights with someone else, he is not going to get in the middle. EVEN IF THEY FIGHT WITH HERMIONE.

TL:DR Ron and Harry both care about Ginny more than they care about each other. Hermione is the love of Ron's life yes, but his sister is still very important to him and Ron shows loyalty to Ginny even when she fights with Hermione.

This is so true. I never thought about ginny and hermione' fight in HPB w.r.t. ron but this makes so much sense.

I absolutely agree some ron stans are so annoying esp. on quora. I know hermione had flaws (and Ginny too)but some people just put all the blame on Girls and Harry and behave like ron can never do anything wrong.

Ron is very relatable flawed character( that's why i love him) rather than acknowledging it, they just like to pretend he is perfect. And they can't understand a simple fact siblings can be jerk to each other, it does not mean they hate one another.

The way some fic writers writes "after war" stories is just weird like not acknowledging Ginny's trauma and her role in war.

Ginny running after harry and harry just ignoring her and only hanging out with ron and Hermione. Harry ignoring and treating ginny like a shit is justified because "he is been through alot" and ginny is selfish for demanding anything from harry.

If ginny ever complains her whole family will tell her to stop being childish. Also, molly who has just lost her son will be back and call of harry after the war.

Harry is my favorite character in the series but still isn't this too much?

There is also lots of mysogynistic undertone like molly and hermione manipulating ginny to have a baby because harry wants kids.

Sorry, for the long rant. These are just my pet peeves with fandom. Thank you so much for being so kind.

#hp #harry/ginny #ginny weasley #Ron weasley

[bitchyglitterfox]

Werewolves and Moon Knights and Magic! Oh My! - Moon Knight System x F!Reader x Jack Russell

Warning: non con chocking, facial, cream pie, SMUT!, Magic, small fight scene, Khonshu stiring the pot, face fucking, oral (F&M), unprotected sex

A/n: this one was supposed to be like maybe 1.5k but it just kept flowing out of me haha! idk I might make another part? Like if yall want?

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“You will release us of the spell you put on us you crazy perra,” Jake says as he holds you by the throat, your back pushing against the bookshelf behind you. The hand that wasn't holding your neck has a knife against your jugular.There's a smile adorning your face, you know he won't hurt you, especially if they want your help.

You could use your magic to have him release you but where's the fun in that. Especially when your husband was silently entering the room. Your eyes flickered over to his, his mouth snarling as he watched the intruder hold you hostage.

You croak out his name, "Jack" it's barely a whisper as Jake's hold is firm on your neck. Jack is there in a flash, he has the man by the throat and is growling in his face.

"Don't you ever touch mi esposa you coño,"

"Don't test me, your dumb perra of a wife put a spell on us,"

'Jake watch it, we don't have our powers and this guy is something else, he has claws mate' Steven says in the head space.

'Steven's right, we don't know what he's capable of especially if he's married to that witch' Marc agrees. He knows they have to go at this in a smart way. They can't go in guns blazing especially since they can't summon their suit.

You watch your husband hold them hostage, the astounding Moon Knight brought down by a simple spell. One you didn't have a hand in of course, but one you recognized. You rub your neck where the man's hands had previously been.

"As much as I would like for my husband to rip your throat out," you begin using your magic to rip them away from each other. You were holding them the way a mother cat would hold her babies, by the scruff of their shirts.

"What exactly happened? Speak and if I think you are bullshiting me I'll let Jack rip your throat out. I'll kill you since you don't have your Moon Knight suit."

You both watch as his eyes roll back and his face shifts into a scowl. It made him look like an angry eagle.

"Well, it began a week ago." He begins, his accent having lost its Spanish undertones instead adopting one of someone from Chicago.

They were on their usual night patrol, currently Marc had control of body as they scored the night. They were almost done and they could go back to the flat and sleep a few hours before Steven had to go to work the following morning at the children's museum of history.

There was a scream, and it put Marc on high alert. He glided through the air, landing in a dark alleyway. There was no sign of the person who had screamed. Instead, there stood in front of them a hooded figure.

"Que pierdas tus poderes" the stranger said in Spanish, a black glow erupted from their hands.

"Ugh fuck," Marc can feel his body getting weaker, the powers of Khonshu leaving his body. The suit disappears and darkness welcomes him.

When he comes too, he can't summon his suit, and neither can Steven or Jake.

"This is bad Marc, really bad, we can't even contact Khonshu!" Steven paces around their flat. He took over the body as soon as they realized they couldn't summon their suits. He got them home as soon as he could so he could look through his books.

They had also called Layla since she was still Taweret's Avatar. She said they've never faced a foe that could cut the connection between Avatar and their God. But Khonshu had found a witch whom he suspected was the one who had done this. She was in Salvage, Alabama.

The boys booked the next flight out of London. And that's what had led to where they were now. It had taken two weeks of recon, and they watched as you left your little cabin to go out and forge herbs, plants, and fungi. They noticed that you also drove to town for things you couldn't get out in the wilderness. What they hadn't realized was the werewolf that had kept an eye on them along with the man thing. Watching. Waiting. For them to mess up and reveal why they were watching his wife. Jack was suspicious, and rightfully so. This leads us to the exact moment when they burst into your home and held you against the bookshelf.

"Alright, I believe you. I could tell the moment you barged in, you had been whammied, the witch who did it has been after me for a while. She must have used you to kill me, " you say, letting them go, "I can remove the spell from you. Only if you apologize for trying to kill me instead of just asking you dipshits,"

You watch as his facial expression changes one more time. This time he's timid and a bit shy.

"We're really sorry love," Steven has taken over the body as he is the one to sound actually sincere unlike the other two men, "I completely agree that immediately barging in, and basically strangling someone is a bloody wanker move,” he says speaking to Jake and Marc as well as you.

Jack is now behind you, his hands have found their home on your waist as he keeps the death glare trained on them. It was rather in their favor that it was neither the week of the full moon or anywhere close to it.

You hum out in response to their apology, “Apology accepted, now whom might you be? You aren't American, I can tell that much by your British accent.”

He blushes, you were gorgeous now that they have gotten a proper look at you. He swallows thickly only now noticing how the lilac sundress hugs your body, how it pushes your breasts together and rather tastefully, he can feel his cock come to life as he watches you. If they weren't here to get the spell off them and you weren't married they would, rather he would stumble and Marc or Jake would pick up where he left off and ask you on a date and probably shag you after.

“I-my name is Steven Grant, the mad man who held you by your throat is Jake Lockley and the host of the body is Marc Spector, you met him when he told you about the incident.” He gives you his world famous lopsided smile.

“Hmm,” you let his name roll off your tongue, he was attractive. They all were, you were ashamed to admit it but when they held you by the neck a hot wave of arousal went straight to your core, “Alright, i'll take the spell off you now,” you smile sweetly.

You walk out of Jack’s hands and gently place your own on Steven’s warm cheeks. You gently place your lips on his, you feel him tense but shortly relax into the kiss and place his own hands on your hips, deepening the kiss.

When you pull away, you smile and gently rub a thumb over his cheek. “There you are my love, you should be able to call upon your suit once more. I also added another spell, one of protection so that neither of you will ever be affected by another spell user again. Now go on and summon your suits, I’m sure your God has missed you,”

‘There you are worm! I see you've finally gotten your powers back,’ Khonshu says as he sits in the corner of your cabin. You give him a glare.

“You stupid bird, how dare you tell them it was me who whammied them. My husband almost killed them.” you cross your arms over your chest as you look at the God, stunning the 3 men into silence as Jack goes to sit in a corner to read a book.

“You-you can see him?” Steven asks as he summons his Mr. Knight suit. Damn does he look mighty fine in it.

“Yeah, all magic users can see them. Now why don't you leave us alone, big bird, so that I can speak privately with your Avatar.”

“Stupid little worm, you don't command me!” He stands up and slams down his staff.

With a snap of your fingers he disappears much to the MoonKnights surprise, “Now that we're alone again,” you begin as you go and plot yourself in Jack’s lap, he begins to absentmindedly rubbing circles into the flesh of your exposed thighs, “I think, no, I know what you are thinking. I feel the same way and I am more than positive that Jack would be more than happy to join in the fun,”

The men stare at you in awe and confusion. What were you talking about?

‘I told you, you made it way too obvious that you were checking her out,” Jake says.

‘But can he help it? I mean look at her, shes practicaly giving us the green light to fuck her,’ marc makes an appearance.

“Jack, are you ok with sharing me with our guests,” you ask your husband behind you, although you never take your eyes off Steven as he stands in front of you.

“You know I give you whatever you want,” he says leaning into your neck kissing the dip between your shoulder and neck sensually.

You smile as your fingers begin to untie the straps of your dress, bringing the bust down to release your breasts.

“I want you and my husband my husband to fuck me,” you say as you bite your bottom lip and push your breasts together.

***

“Oh, fuck. God Steven your tongue. Yes baby just like that,” you moan as you reach back behind you to kiss your husbands lips as Steven eats your cunt as though you are the only oasis in the desert and he is dying of thirst.

You moan into Jack's mouth as he ruts his cock in between your ass cheeks as Steven continues his assault on your cunt. The both of them bring you to the top of your third orgasm of the night. You havent even been fucked the way you want and youve already come thrice.

“See, I don't you her pussy was a sweet nectar and that you would be addicted,” Jack says as he pulls his mouth from yours. This causes a groan from the man with his face buried into you. They've each given you an orgasm with their tongues but Steven wants to be the one to give you your fourth one before they even think about coming themselves.

“Oh fuck fuck fuck” your body begins to lift off the bed but you are pulled back down by stevens strong hold, “Jack i need you inside of me, i need you both inside of me. I want you to both fuck me til im dumb.”

“Yeah bebita? You think you can take both of us?” he says as he rubs his fingers down your cheeks.

You try to speak but nothing comes out of your mouth as the coil in your belly snaps and you feel yourself gushing on their face. Your legs actually begin to shake with pleasure as you pull them up by their hair and kiss Steven’s lips, you can taste yourself on him.

You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself before you get into position on the bed. Jack has since come back from behind you to position himself in front of you. He takes his cock in his fist and begins rubbing his head through your folds, slicking his cock with a mixture of your essence and Stevens spit. Without either of you noticing a switch has occurred. Marc had taken the body.

“8in of dick ain't enough for you sweetheart? Need my cock to fill you up too,” Marc says from behind your head. You lean up to look at him moaning out as Jack slides into your already wrecked cunt.

You squeeze one of your breasts as you shake your head yes.

“I need a verbal answer sweetheart or else you aren't getting your mouth stuffed.” Marc’s domineering voice turns you on to no end. As it's usually you taking charge in the bedroom.

“Yes daddy, I want you to stuff me full,” you say as you lean your head back and open your mouth for him to use.

He slides his cock into your mouth, your moans vibrate against his cock as his head presses the back of your throat. Jack’s slow and steady thrusts push you further onto Marc’s cock. You use one hand to fondle your breasts, tweaking your nipples between your thumb and finger as your free hand goes to fondle Marc’s balls.

“Fuck bebita, your squeezing my cocks so tight,” Jack moans as he begins to pick up the pace. His grip on your thighs tightens.

“Your wife sucks my cock so well Jack you are a lucky man, I-I dont think I’m gonna last long with her perfect lips on my cock. Shes sucking my soul out through my cock,”

You can feel the coil building up. Getting your face and cunt fucked is bringing you to your peak and you never want to stop this feeling. You begin to wonder if Jack will let you keep them as your lover. Having them both fuck you whenever you want. You bring a hand from your breast down to your swollen and slick clit. You move in tight fast circles, moaning as the coil is almost at its peak.

Both men are near their own orgasms, however not selfish lovers they want you to finish before them. One more sweep of your clit and one final thrust you are coming undone, your vision going white as your scream is muffled by Marc. Jack comes next, filling you to the brim with his hot essence. Marc pulls out and finishes himdelf over your fucked out face, his seed coats your face beautifully. He stares at you covered in him and he thinks you are the most beautiful looking like this.

Jack pulls out gently, he leaves a kiss on your lips before grading to get a washcloth to clean you off. Marc leans down and kisses you, licking a bit of his own come from your cheek.

“That was something,” he says smirking as he catches his breath.

“I agree, definitely something that shouldn't end here,” you smile back at him as you both wait for your husband.

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[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

A/N: I broke chapter 20 into 2 parts. It too, was very long.

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 3470

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Sensory Processing Sensitivity (SPS), Angst, slow burn, Death, Fluff (some)

----------------------------------------- Chapter 20 Pt. 2 - Azazel

Sam and Jess cleaned up after dinner. It was simple since there were no leftovers. They all had another beer before they went down to the dungeon hiding in one of the archive rooms.

Jess stayed near the opening of the dungeon, at Sam’s request while John and Bobby went over to the table with the ingredients, candles, and small altar with sigals painted on the table under it all. Maria was on the far side of the room, outside the devil’s trap. Sam and Dean were on either side, leaving room for Jess to be able to see. Dean looked over at Maria and smiled a little. She had that serious yet excited look, that hunter look, and he loved seeing it on her. 

Bobby spoke the incantation as John held the Colt, ready. Once Bobby dropped the match in the bowl of ingredients, smoke fizzled up, and Azazel appeared in the center of the devil’s trap, looking somewhat surprised, with an undertone of anger.

“Well, look who got some new toys,” he said cockily, looking around the room.

“It’s time to face justice, Azazel,” John told him, aiming the Colt.

“Don’t you want to know why though? Why Sammy here is so important that his mummy had to die?” Azazel smirked, knowing he could get under their skin, “Or even why dearest Maria’s parents had to be out of the picture?”

All of them were a little curious but also knew that demons lied. This demon though, was way worse, “Why?” Maria asked, surprising all of them.

That made Azazel smirk, smugly before he turned to her, “I see you’ve got your glow back. Been looking for you since before you were born, beautiful.” Dean’s jaw clenched, as did his fists but he didn’t move. He knew if he got inside that devil’s trap Azazel could still hurt him. Maria glared at Azazel though, which made Dean happy, seeing that fire in her eyes.

“You may kill me but I have plenty of others that will make sure my plan is completed, including that little bitch there lighting up, just like mommy,” Azazel told Sam as he turned and pointed at Jess.

Maria used her powers, moving the chair and making Azazel sit down, then used the cuffs that were hanging on the wall to cuff him to the hooks in the cement floor. She was pissed but she wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to learn what his plan was or how many demons he had working for him.

“What plan?” Bobby asked, now standing opposite Maria, barely blocking Jess’s view from where she stood.

Azazel looked over his shoulder at Maria, “My my my, you’ve gotten good with that one. You’ll be the perfect little incubator for Sammy’s demonic spawn,” he cooed before looking back over at Sam, “Killing me won’t stop it, Sammy. You have a destiny to fulfill,” with those words, his eyes went yellow, “My children will have to prove who is stronger and can lead my army.”

“What are you talking about?” Sam demanded, getting pissed, quickly.

“That’s right, get angry, feel it, use it,” Azazel egged him on, “You’ll find out, when it’s time. Hope that sweet little piece of ass of yours likes being indoors. The moment she steps outside, you’ll watch her burn.”

Maria looked at John and nodded. There was no point in keeping Azazel alive. He wasn’t going to give them anything else, and they knew it. Before Azazel could say another word, John shot him in the head. There was an odd sparking along Azazel’s skin, like his skeleton was almost glowing under his skin, as the demon died, that light fading.

As they cleaned things up, Azazel’s words buzzed in all their minds, just in different ways. John and Bobby took care of Azazel’s body with Dean’s help. Maria could hear Jess reassure Sam that she loved him and wasn’t going anywhere, even if it did mean staying inside the bunker for an unknown amount of time. That made her smile a little and think of Dean. To have that kind of connection with someone made her body ache in a way she didn’t understand and she felt a loneliness she hadn’t felt before. The feeling made her want to just curl up in her bed in a ball but that would have to wait. They had agreed on a couple of celebratory drinks.

Dean grabbed the whiskey while John grabbed shot glasses, as the others sat around the library tables. They decided to focus on the win of Azazel being out of the picture. They were also at least a little safer. So, for now, they were smiling while Dean poured the whiskey and when Sam made him laugh and spill some, they all laughed with and at him. There was a lightheartedness to the atmosphere as they toasted before downing the shots. Maria felt that comfort that came from whiskey and chose to switch to beer. She knew better than to give in to that feeling again. 

“You okay?” John asked her as she got up.

“Yeah. Let's just say I made myself, and others, a promise earlier this year. I’ll just have a beer with all of you,” she explained to him softly.

Dean raised an eyebrow and watched her, having no clue what she meant. It was something she hadn’t shared with him, not in detail at least. John and Bobby didn’t know either but Sam and Jess did, and both of them smiled a bit, proud of her. They knew how hard something like that had to be on her. Maria grabbed a beer and stared at it in her hands for a minute, sighing, debating just putting it back as she leaned her back against the counter. She set the beer down on the counter to her right and wrapped her arms around her sides.

“You okay?” she heard him ask softly from the doorway.

She had honestly wanted to cry, so looked away from him. Dean walked closer to her, slowly, feeling as though if he moved too quickly he’d spook her somehow. Everything in him was telling him to just hold her and he was fighting it tooth and nail.

“Not really…” she mumbled.

He couldn’t take it anymore and put his arms around her gently, pulling her close to him. She froze and he felt it but he wasn’t about to let her go. Whether she would admit it or not, she needed this, “It’s okay, a hug won’t kill you, I promise Sweetheart,” he told her softly, gently rubbing her back.

She was still tense and this time she felt the wall that she’d built between them even with him as close as he was. Her mind raced and she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. She didn’t even realize that she was taking very shallow breaths. Maria wanted to let go, let that wall fall down but was terrified of what that meant. She still hadn’t moved her hands to reciprocate the hug.

Dean moved his other hand to the back of her head, softly stroking her hair, now just holding his hand against the small of her back. The hug was loose enough that if she really wanted to run, she could. She wasn’t frozen, just tense and he could feel it. He decided it was time to attempt a little humor.

“I got a question, with you being what you are, will you pass out if you don’t take a deep breath?” he asked her, in a teasingly playful way, as he could tell she’d barely been breathing as it was.

His question caught her completely off guard but she couldn’t help the genuine laughter she had, which also relaxed her a bit in his arms. She smiled a little and slowly moved her arms so that they were around his waist, then leaned her head on his shoulder. Dean smiled, feeling her finally start to relax, even if it was only a little. 

“See. I told you a hug wouldn’t kill you,” he joked.

She laughed softly, even smiled a little, “You want me to admit that you were right?” she asked, in a teasing sort of tone.

It was Dean’s turn to chuckle, “It’d be nice but no, that’s not why I said it.”

Maria looked up just in time to see Jess stop dead in her tracks in the doorway of the kitchen and she quickly pulled away from Dean, feeling her heart suddenly pounding in her chest. Dean looked at her, confused until he turned and saw Jess, then groaned. He felt like he had gotten so close and now would have to start all over again with her. Maria didn’t look at either of them as she left the kitchen and went to her room, her hand gripping her flannel closed over her heart. It was too many emotions and she knew she wouldn’t be able to sit with the others not with them just below her skin now. She didn’t even turn on her light, just crawled into bed and curled into a ball before the tears fell.

“Thanks, Jess,” Dean almost growled at her before he went back into the library, needing more than just another shot of whiskey.

“I’m sorry Dean. If I had known I wouldn’t have even come looking for her,” Jess apologized, following him back out of the kitchen.

The three in the library looked at the two of them, “What’s going on?” Sam asked, somewhat annoyed with Dean’s tone toward Jess.

“Blondie here probably just ruined everything. That’s what’s going on,” Dean stated, annoyed as he poured himself a double and downed it.

“Boy, be nice,” Bobby told him sternly.

“There’s no reason to take it out on Jess,” John added.

“What was so important that you had to go looking for her anyway?” Dean asked, still annoyed.

“I was looking through the filing cabinets and I found some old pictures. Bobby said that her dad was in one of them and wanted to show her,” Jess explained.

He couldn’t be mad and he knew it, even if he was. Dean poured himself another drink but sipped this one, “What the hell has gotten into you?” John asked him, somewhat frustrated himself.

Dean leaned back against the table, facing away from them, ignoring his father’s question. Sam rolled his eyes before he looked at John, “He’s got a crush on Maria but she’s not the most receptive,” Sam explained, dryly.

“You hurt that girl and I’ll kick your ass boy,” Bobby told him, meaning it.

Again Dean didn’t even acknowledge the remark, scoffing under his breath. He had no idea how to fix this one or get close to her again. He thought he heard quiet sobs coming from her room but it could have also just been his imagination. 

“I’m going to bed,” he said in a low, annoyed tone before he downed the rest of his drink. 

“I’m still really sorry Dean, about earlier,” Jess told him, apologetically.

“I know,” he sighed before he headed down the hall.

Her room was far enough away from the opening of the hallway that the door couldn’t be seen from where any of them sat in the library. As he passed it, he heard what sounded like quiet, muffled sobs again and it made him stop dead in his tracks, listening, “Damnit,” he mumbled under his breath, clenching his fists at his sides.

Dean took a deep breath before he looked at her door, his internal battle raging again. He knew he’d have to choose before any of the others decided they wanted to go to bed. Gingerly he reached out, quietly opening her door and slipping inside, closing it just as quietly behind him. Her room was dark but he could hear her so for now he just stood there, letting his eyes adjust. When they did though, he felt a pain in his heart seeing her like she was, curled up in a ball, hugging her pillow, sobbing as quietly as she could. Dean slipped off his shoes and slowly walked over to her bed, taking a deep breath before he sat down on the edge of it, gently setting his hand on her side. He felt her freeze under his touch and sighed.

“I just want to be here for you, will you let me?” he asked her quietly.

She was terrified and it felt like all her nerves were on edge and exposed but she also felt a sense of comfort in his words and his touch, so she nodded, hoping he could see. Dean carefully laid down on the bed behind her and got comfortable on his side before he put his arm around her this time, resting his hand on her stomach. He could feel how tense she was which made him sigh.

“I know I said it earlier or the other day. I don’t quite remember when. I really am sorry, for pushing you so far away that you had to put up that hard of a shell around me,” he told her, in a soft, quiet tone, just wishing she’d relax.

Maria wanted the tears to stop but they wouldn’t, especially when he kept talking, so she buried her face in her pillow again. It was like everything hurt and she didn’t know how to tell him so he’d understand. She didn’t even fully understand it herself. He scooted closer to her though, letting their bodies almost mold together and he felt her let go of another set of quiet sobs. He moved his hand from her stomach to her hair, gently moving it away from her face and her neck, tucking it behind her ear. Dean then gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to help her relax.

“I’m sorry…” she finally managed, a break in her tears.

“Sorry for what?” he asked her softly.

“For this…” she mumbled.

He smiled a little and rubbed her arm softly, “Well, the way I see it. I get to hold you close, so there’s nothing to be sorry for.”

That completely puzzled her and made her tears instantly stop. She turned herself so that she could look at him, now lying more on her back with his hand on her stomach, “Huh?” she asked him.

All he kept telling himself was, don’t kiss her, when she rolled like she did. He still had that soft smile that sort of looked like a happy smirk to her. He reached up and caressed her cheek and even though she flinched at first, she didn’t move away from him.

“What are you so afraid of?” he asked her.

She would have looked away had his hand not still been on her cheek so she just averted her eyes from his. Maria knew what she wanted to say but she also knew how it was going to sound, “I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t know how to say it… nicely.”

“I’ll bite. Just say it. I won’t get upset,” he replied, trying not to smirk.

She bit her bottom lip nervously again for a moment, still unable to meet his gaze, “I… well… you. No, wait, that’s not it,” she began, and fumbled over her words. Maria took a deep breath and tried again, thankful he didn’t laugh, “What you… make me… feel…” she finally got out.

He just smiled softly down at her, gently caressing her cheek, “Like what?” he asked, in a soft, curious tone.

She grumbled a little, “I don’t know what they even are or how to describe them,” she mumbled, shyly.

“Okay. Well, can you describe what you feel while I’m doing this?” he asked, caressing her cheek with his thumb while he held her with his hand.

“Umm… like my stomach is flip-flopping,” she mumbled.

He chuckled a little, “That’s called butterflies. It’s normal when you like someone.”

“It’s uncomfortable,” she grumbled.

Dean found her adorable at the moment but couldn’t say it, not yet, “What about being this close to me?”

She had to think about that one, “Kinda shaky?” she replied, not sure how else to describe it.

“Pretty sure that’s just nerves, Sweetheart,” he chuckled.

Maria grumbled again, “Why is liking someone so uncomfortable?” That time he couldn’t help himself, the laughter, although quiet, came out and she smacked him on his shoulder, “That wasn’t funny. It was a serious question.”

He took a deep breath, trying to keep a mostly straight face, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. I’m not sure how to answer your question though.”

She huffed a little before glancing up at him and then away again, attempting a deep breath, “That one,” he began, “What’s that one feel like,” he asked, noticing her glance and her reaction.

“Like someone or something is compressing my lungs and it’s hard to breathe,” she mumbled.

“That’s anticipation mixed with anxiety, but it's in a good way. Sometimes your heart might even beat a little faster,” he tried to explain, then got a thought, “How do you think you’d feel if I kissed you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Maria felt all those things again and made herself look up at him, “Just the thought makes me feel all that stuff and it’s really uncomfortable,” she told him, managing to be honest, even if she was feeling shy, nervous, anxious, and more vulnerable than she’d ever felt before.

Dean sighed, “There are a couple ways we could go about helping you get past those. First, we could just go for it, like ripping off a bandaid really fast,” he told her gently.

“Or?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Or, we could take this as slow as you’re comfortable with, even if that means you initiate any contact we have,” he replied, just as gently.

She groaned quietly, “Too bad there’s no in-between,” she sighed.

“There is, but I don’t want you to feel pushed,” he told her.

“What do you mean?” she asked, curiously.

He liked that she was at least curious, “I could do little things, like, umm…” he paused to think, “kiss your forehead, hold your hand, hug you. Things like that.”

She thought about it for a minute, leaving the two in a suspended silence, “We could try that, I guess,” she replied, shyly, “And, for the record, I hate feeling this way,” she added, finally looking up at him.

He furrowed his brow, confused, “Feeling what way?” 

“Weak…” she replied quietly.

He couldn’t believe he’d just heard her say that about herself, and he couldn’t stop what he did and said next. Dean shifted his body so that he was leaning on his elbow, looking down at her now, holding her hand with the one he’d had on her cheek, “You are the least weak person I’ve ever met. Literally, everything you just shared with me shows a huge amount of courage. You didn’t have to share that stuff with me. You could have told me to leave but you didn’t,” he told her, seriously, yet gently and sincerely.

She wasn’t sure what changed, but looking up at him didn’t feel uncomfortable like it did before. Perhaps it was the sincerity in his words or the gentleness of how he was looking at her. She couldn’t put her finger on it but she smiled, just a little up at him, “Thanks.”

Dean smiled and kissed her on her forehead before he snuggled back up next to her, “I’ll head to my room when you want me to go but I’ll hold you as long as you’ll let me.”

Maria smiled a little and rolled onto her side, getting comfortable against him so that her back was to his chest. He gently moved his hand down her shoulder, along her arm, and rested his hand on her hip. She shivered at his touch, even if it was over her flannel, only it had nothing to do with being cold.

“You cold?” he asked her.

She giggled a bit, “No, I’m not cold.”

He smirked and pulled her a little closer, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck but more on her hair, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable. She sighed and closed her eyes, taking slow, deep breaths to relax herself the best she could. There was something about him being behind her, as close as he was that was comforting even if it was also uncomfortable. 

Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep in his arms. Dean was still awake, feeling her breathing, and smiled when she did fall asleep. Since she hadn’t asked him to leave, he finally closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall asleep as well.

----------------------------------------- Chapter 21 - Time to make a choice

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Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass

Original Drabble

Danger's Bitch

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: remember- these boys are a bit more aggressive and rude than my other versions! Proceed with caution. Angry Col, broken hearted Col, breaking shit, drugs, drinking, smoking, screaming, fights, MF hate, past relationship, mentions of sex with MF (Col obvi), mentions of miscarriage, mentions of lying about a miscarriage, d/s undertones, mentions of very rough sex, self hatred, insults, slapping, trying to punch, body worship, begging, use of homophobic slurs, Dom as a dom (surprise unless you've read the other parts of this), soft Kells, needy boy, throwing stuff, more begging, feeling exposed, hole... exposure? I'm not sure how to tag that 🚬 rating: explicit

Dom hesitated at the door, one hand gripping the knob as the other raised a cigarette to his lips. He could hear the screaming from outside and he wasn't sure he could handle the situation as much as he'd thought a few days before when he bought his ticket. He didn't fucking know why he thought he'd be the one to handle Colson when he was flipping shit. They were best friends yeah, fuck buddies on occasion, but this? Fuck- he could feel his heart hurting for the man. Something broke against the wall, something glass that shattered like the rapper's heart probably was and he took a step back and another drag. His hand fell from the door at the same moment it swung open and he and his lover stood frozen- staring at each other.

Col looked a mess, his blonde hair almost as wild as Dominic kept his. His eyes were red and the circles under them were so dark he looked like he'd been in a knock down drag out fight. The punk supposed he had been… with himself. "You alright mate?" He asked, his brow arched as he took in the ghost of the man he'd never admit to being a little in love with. He'd thought at one point they might have something but every time they got close something happened. Col had moved on- or so he thought.

"Dom?" Colson's voice broke, it was already so thready from the shouting he'd been doing for days. Anytime someone tried to help he just felt himself growing even more pissed and screamed until they left and then he screamed even more at himself for running everyone off. He couldn't believe the boy in front of him. He swore for a moment his subconscious had conjured the singer just to torture him but no- Dominic was there. It wasn't his heartbreak and it wasn't the drugs. It wasn't even the fact that he hadn't slept in a week and he was probably close to hallucinating. Dom had come for him. "Fuck no." He finally answered his question or he was cursing the kid's existence he wasn't sure but he felt himself start to crumple and the younger man stepped close, dropping his cigarette and wrapping his arms around him. The scent of Dom surrounded him, the warmth and safety and strength of his touch held him up and he finally did what he'd been denying himself for days- he cried.

Dom didn't know how long they stood in the doorway, the devil sobbing in his hold but eventually the cries quieted and he led the man back inside the house, shutting the door behind him. The normally strong and boisterous asshole was quiet and small somehow, he was normally soft for the punk but this was different. The man was in pain. There was a small part of his brain that cursed the woman and wanted to say 'I told you so' or 'you should have stuck with me'. He never thought Megan was right for Kells, she didn't deserve him but after their sex never turned into more they'd gone back to their proverbial corners and the man had met her.

Damn her.

He barely understood what happened but he wasn't sure he'd get the story. He wasn't there for that anyway. Sex or not they were friends and he would take care of the lanky lad. "You've lost weight again." He sighed, getting the giant settled on the couch before he looked around.

The breaking noise had obviously been a picture frame or a- well, he couldn't figure out everything that the man had smashed but there was a lot. Shards of glass and ceramic and so much else was lining the floor. He wasn't sad to see it all go though, he'd never liked Megan's taste besides her taste in boyfriend. Or should he say victim? "Fuck off."

"Original. 'Ave you eaten? Besides booze and pills?" He sighed, running a hand through his black and white hair as he knelt in front of the sofa and looked the man over.

"Eat a dick and get the fuck out of my house. Tell whoever sent you-"

Dom could feel he was working his way up to a rant and he really didn't feel like listening to it so instead he stood and dropped a hand into his friend's hair, tangling his fingers tight before he yanked Col's head back. "Did. You. Eat?" His voice was flat and annoyed and it sent a shiver down the devil's spine. It reminded Kells of the first night they fucked- but how could it not? Dom sounded bored and pissed, just like before. He shouldn't have such a pavlovian fucked up response but obviously he enjoyed people being dismissive of him. He'd just had his heart ripped out by a bitch who didn't care if he lived or died. "I'll take ya silence as a 'no'. Wha' the fuck Cols? Wha' 'appened? You look like shit."

The fist came at Dom's cheek fast and hard but he caught it in time and squeezed the rapper's wrist, pushing his arm back down. The audacity of some subs. "I'm exhausted and I won't 'ave ya acting a bloody brat. Came straight away from the airport. I got jet lag from 'ell. I drop every'fin to come and baby ya non existent tight arse and you try and 'it me?" He growled, tugging the man's head back hard before he let go of him and walked away.

He headed for the kitchen, finding a bottle of water in the fridge and smiling when he found a box of Dr. Pepper cans. He hadn't visited in months but he knew it was for him. Maybe they hadn't moved on as much as he thought. He took one and found a relatively clean glass to pour it into as he tried to calm himself. There wasn't much else, definitely no food but he'd figure something out. He couldn't go full dom on the broken man, it didn't seem right but he needed to get him better. He just had to be careful. Whatever they'd built in those sweaty nights was over. Wasn't it?

Colson could barely breathe. He was blown away that Dom had even shown up, he hadn't expected it but there he was. Gorgeous as ever and just as fucking controlling. Kells had spent so long as 'daddy' that the dick always threw him off. He looked soft and sweet but fuck Dom fit his name. He could already feel his cock trying to wake up but… that part was over wasn't it? He'd gotten too scared of the building feelings so he'd run away and met a girl. Something he could be safe with. Or so he thought.

"Drink." He barely caught the command before a water bottle smacked him in the chest and he made a less than attractive squeak but he obeyed. Something in his skull itched when he ignored Dom. The water was annoyingly soothing on his raw throat but it turned his empty stomach. As he chugged half the bottle he watched the kid take a seat across from him and he studied the tired boy. Man. Dom was growing up.

"You look like a skunk." He gasped as he took the bottle away from his lips and he felt some spill in droplets down his chin. He knew the punk was staring but the smirk surprised him.

"And you look like a street rat. Who's worse? I was finking it were more… Sweeny Todd."

"Bride of Frankenstein maaaybe. Did you just compare me to Aladdin?"

"Maybe. Now talk." The singer huffed, taking a drink of the soda he always kept stocked in his fridge just in case. Pete had tried to take one a few nights before and he'd kicked him out of his house. He was obviously handling his emotions well. He watched the way Dom licked his lips and he knew what they'd taste like. He'd kissed the singer enough that he knew. There was a phantom flavor on his tongue already- soda and cigarettes and that unnameable hint of just Dom.

"Nothing to say. Megan left. She destroyed my entire fucking persona with her- and I say this in the loosest sense of the word- book, and when she got what she wanted she fucked off. Just like everyone does." The last was almost a whisper, he didn't know if he'd ever been truly in love with her but his heart still ached. He was never good enough. "She promised she wouldn't hurt me. She fucking swore. She knew my past and how- how everyone has been and… she swore." He sniffled, he couldn't help it. "It's cool though. I should have remembered. I'm never worth it. I can't trust anyone to stay. Even… even when I'm in love with them." He didn't mean to spill so much but that itchy tic of a feeling in the back of his brain was going soft in the boy's presence. He obeyed almost on autopilot- he couldn't fucking help it. He hadn't really seen Dom in over a year besides once or twice and they hadn't fucked in longer, but that old need to please crept up. Their relationship had never really become one- whatever the fuck it was- but the punk had certainly owned his ass.

Dom had been maintaining eye contact but he lost it for a moment at those words. Kells had been engaged to the girl, of course they were in love. He knew while Col could get fucked by a guy or fuck one the man couldn't love one. He couldn't date them. He hated himself for being hurt by the thought of Colson loving anyone else. "I told you she weren't it." His voice was soft and low and his gaze was on the floor between them so he didn't catch the rapper moving until water was splashed all over him.

"Fuck you! Who fucking says that?" Kells shouted, he knew not to step to Dom but how dare he! His life was in shambles and the bastard says 'I told you so'? Only Dom could get away with that. "I tried to be fucking perfect, I tried to take care of her, I did everything I fucking could and it wasn't enough because I'M NOT ENOUGH- for… for anyone…" The man trailed off, his voice scratchy and thin and he leaned over, resting his head in his hands. He took a few ragged deep breaths before screaming yet again. It was the only way he could seem to communicate anymore.

Dom listened to the pain in his friend's voice as he wiped the water off his face, shirt, and lap with a throw blanket he hoped to hell was clean. It was a lost cause, the bitch had wasted half a bottle tossing it at him and it had already soaked in over his crotch. He hated soggy clothes. He found himself hating a lot since he'd arrived and he hadn't even been there long. Maybe he shouldn't have been the last ditch effort to fix the rapper. He'd already been on his way before Pete texted him- the second he saw that bullshit on TMZ about her moving out he'd bought a ticket so no matter what he'd be there but… he was starting to wonder if they'd grown too far apart.

He still remembered the sick feeling in his stomach when Kells started dating her. They'd never been exclusive, they hadn't even known how to push their fuck buddy status past that since they were both so busy and mostly closeted but since the moment Colson started with her for publicity he knew it would all go wrong. He knew the night they all went out to dinner together she had more intentions than that. Shit, maybe he was still a little upset. Hurt. Maybe they had lost too much to fix it after all. He thought for a moment about just walking out the door but he was a stubborn fuck and didn't like to admit defeat so instead he grumbled to himself and stood up, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down as he toed off his shoes. He did it all one handed even though his Dr. Pepper was probably ruined by the water. Col was lucky he was so cute sometimes.

The rapper had already stopped screaming when he heard something rustling and he looked up slowly to see Dom… undressing? Once the boy got his pants off he set his drink down with a pout on his face and pulled his beanie and jacket off, finally tugging his tee over his head. "Um… what are you doing?" He asked, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat. What the fuck? Yeah, his cock was starting to wake up from it's whiskey coma. Shit, when did Dom get more tattoos?

Dominic ignored his question, he didn't care to answer something so obvious. He hadn't slept much in days and he had a headache from hell and now he was wet. "Feel better now?" He asked instead, crossing his arms as he looked at the broken man. He wasn't exactly trying to show off the muscles he'd built up but… maybe he was. He'd gone on a bit of a break up glow up after everything that had happened even though they hadn't really dated. He knew the guy liked his Tim Burton dominatrix vibes. He always had.

Blue eyes raked over exposed pale skin taking in every little change on Dom. They hadn't really hung out in over a year and the kid had definitely been doing some growing. The sight made him realize how much he'd missed. How much he'd missed Dom too. Shit, what happened between them?

"You was too bloody scared to be wiv me so you let her fuck us up." Dom's soft voice hurt his heart and made him realize he'd asked that out loud. Fuck. "I understood. I get it. Being a fag is one fing but everyone knowing you get fucked by Wednesday Addams? Nah bruv. Not the Machine Gun, aye?"

The Machine Gun in question sat back as if he'd been smacked in the solar plexus with those words, his eyes blinking slowly and his breath slow to come. "Thanks for coming all this way to cheer me up." The sarcasm dripped from his tongue like he wished Dom's spunk would. God he missed the taste of his lover. "You're a fucking prince. Fuck off Dom, you left."

"You didn't want me! You moved 'er in!" His voice was getting sharper and he didn't mean for that. He really had come to help but his heart was aching more than he thought it would.

"What the fuck did it matter?! You're poly aren't you? Cute how you come out after walking out on me!" Kells growled back, pushing himself to stand on shaking legs. He hadn't eaten in days or slept. He couldn't count the drugs he was on.

"I came out for you! And poly only bloody works when you actually fucking agree! I didn't want 'er! I wanted YOU!" He stood as tall as he could and regretted taking off his creepers. Especially when Colson took a step closer, his bloodshot eyes wide and his body trembling.

"Fuck you! I wanted you!"

"Why'd you fuck 'er 'en? I saw you Kells, I bloody saw ya! Jus' fucking stop. I came to keep your ass alive. Tha's it." He huffed, trying to stop the screaming match. It didn't matter what happened between them, they could still be friends… couldn't they? He turned his back, ready to move on and straighten up the house but a strong grip wrapped around his arm and spun him fast. "Wha' the fuck you on mate?"

Colson couldn't help himself. Someone was finally fighting with him instead of just walking out and it was the one person he truly wanted to have it out with. He knew his palm was bruising tight, his thumb pressing over a small tat on Dom's forearm. Soul. Did either of them have that? "Too much to fucking count. Fuck off! You. Left. You didn't even try! You never wanted more than a fuck. A whore. Maybe you were embarrassed by me-" His tirade was halted by a hand across his face. The slap stung and he tasted blood on his tongue but that was nothing new for them. Dom was a bit of a bitch like that.

"Never. You 'ear me? Never. I love- I loved you. I wanted to be wiv yas but you brought 'er in as a cover. Could of 'andled tha' until I caught you wiv ya dick down 'er fhroat. Was 'er pussy worth it Kells? Was it wet enough?"

Col was fuming, his face close to Dom's. His chest was heaving in anger and the boy was glaring right back. "Fuck yeah it was." No. It definitely wasn't but he wouldn't admit it in the middle of a fight. "I didn't cheat on you, we weren't fucking dating. We fucked around and you- you-"

"Wha'? Made ya feel summat? Took you apart like no one else could? Left you a needy desperate bitch like you is? Took care of you? Loved you? Fucked ya so good no one else could measure up? Wha' did I do?" He was so angry he was spitting with certain words and Kells was so close it landed on his face. It wasn't the first time he'd spit on the man that was for sure. His mind couldn't seem to decide if he hated the devil or loved him, he knew his words were all over the place.

All of the above? Shit Col didn't know how to handle the situation so he did what he always did. "You fucking left!" He screamed.

"She told me to!"

"Fuck do you mean? Why did what she say matter?"

"Cause she was giving you wha' I couldn't! She said she was pregnant!"

"Oh. Oh fuck. Dom I-" He couldn't say he was sorry for that could he? His voice had gone softer automatically and he felt that old pain well up in his chest. It was always so heavy. So thick. It tried to choke him. "She lied." He whispered and when Dom's eyes brimmed with tears and that jade gaze flicked away as if they were both admitting defeat he almost broke. "She wasn't. Ever. She threw that in my face too. Said I was probably fucking sterile after all the weed. When I asked what the fuck she was talking about she said she hadn't- we hadn't- she faked my kid to keep me from leaving."

Dom had trouble facing him as he spoke. The pain was palpable, he could remember the drunken midnight calls after Kells believed he lost a baby. He knew the ache himself, they'd both been through it with the same ex before but at the same time it felt like torture for him too. Did Megan just lie to get him to leave and keep Colson by her side? It didn't matter though did it? "You still fucked 'er wiv'out asking me." There. That was the truth. She'd stolen everything from them both but Kells had let her. "Why?"

"I was scared." He admitted softly, his pulse in his throat. He wasn't good at this shit. He didn't emote.

"Why?" And Dominic was a two year old. A dog with a bone.

"It was easier with her. I know tits and pussy. The fucking world knows I know it. I- I was falling for you and you treated me like a fuck buddy."

They were inches apart, pressed close. Dom wanted to take that last step and ignore their emotions to fall into each other but he couldn't. Not yet. That wasn't even what he came for. "Yeah well… I didn't know 'ow to 'andle you. You jus' fucking admitted to being scared to come out. Wha' was I supposed to do? Be ya secret boyfriend?" He scoffed. Dom didn't date. He definitely didn't fall in love. He shouldn't even be having the conversation he was.

"Maybe! You could have fucking talked to me." The rapper hissed but when he watched a single tear bead and drop down Dom's cheek all the fight went out of him and he dropped to his knees, wrapping himself around the boy's brief clad waist. His cheek pressed against his soft cock, his chin bumping Dom's balls. The musky scent of the singer filled his senses and relaxed something tight in his chest. He loved it right there. It reminded him of that first moment he'd pissed him off enough to get shoved to his knees. The memory was so strong he could almost feel the dick down his throat. "I thought you were fucking Isaac. You posted a picture of the two of you and I thought you were fucking. I was out with her at some stupid fucking event. I got shit faced and brought her home. One time. One. I didn't even know she told you she was pregnant too." There, he was finally being honest now that he felt stripped down to the lost boy only Dom could help him be. If he moved he'd build his walls back up but thankfully the punk didn't pull free. No, he stayed and started petting through his hair.

"I like you showing the tat again." He hummed offhandedly, scratching blunt nails over the shaved skin at the base of Col's hair.

"Thanks. She fucking hated it. Said I looked trashy." He couldn't help a small smirk but he hid it against the boy's cock as he nuzzled there. He'd done it on purpose to piss her off. Dom had always called him a brat but only he could see that side of the man.

"Pot, kettle, don't ya fink?" Dom could be a catty bastard but she deserved it. No one hurt his pet. "I didn't for the record. Not tha' you deserve the trufh. I ain't been fucked by 'im in years. Ya still don't fuck a bint to get back at me. You bloody well ask. Wanker."

"I know. I woke up sick because of it. You'd left me sweet good morning texts and I saw that and smiled before rolling over to see her. I fucked up Dom. I fucked up so much." He sniffled, pressing a kiss to the punk's cock. He could feel it starting to fill under his face and he wanted to pull him free. Play. Lose himself to pleasure only Dom could give him.

"It don't matter. I didn't come for tha'. Came cause you got your 'eart broken." Dom huffed, squirming to get free but the man was an octopus.

"Bullshit. You came because you miss me. You came to see me hurt. You came to hurt me too. You just… you came for me."

"I… I did. I can't Cols. Get off. I can't do it again."

"No."

"No? Get off! I didn't come to fuck. We ain't playing tha' you fucking brat." His voice was verging on that sharp sound he craved. He could feel the boy tipping over that edge and he knew how to bring out that side of him he needed so badly.

Lips curled around the singer's dick and he groaned at the hot wet breath. His hips bucked once but he tangled his fingers in blonde hair and tugged hard until the rapper whimpered. Blue eyes were soft and blown when they rolled up to meet his and something eased in his chest. Fuck he'd missed that look. Nothing ever made him feel as strong.

For just a moment Dom stared at him like he was in love before his fingers gripped tighter and he was pulled off and up. He thought the boy would toss him away but the punk sighed deep. "Fuck it." He whispered before he yanked the rapper off kilter and tugged him in for a kiss. Their lips met and Kells couldn't help but think how right he'd been, Dom tasted exactly as he thought he would. His lips were soda and cigarettes and when he flicked his tongue against them he found that last flavor. That special sweetened spice that was just Dom. They never kissed enough. He'd stolen their first quick one before his mouth was stuffed full of throbbing cock. He didn't even think their lips met once the first night he was pounded in front of a mirror. It wasn't until they woke up in bed the next day that they made out for the first time but as addicting as Dom's lips were he didn't share them often. Kisses weren't like fucking, kisses were making love. Whatever the fuck that was.

"Mmm fuck- take me to bed?" Kells whined, his cock was definitely awake for the first time in so long. Megan didn't want him that much, his dick was too big and he couldn't help but be rough and she never wanted to blow him or try anal. Dom didn't have those hangups and he needed release. He needed to reconnect to the only person that really got him.

"Excuse me? No. Ain't fucking you in the bed you cheated on me in. Don't fucking try me. You on fhin ice." The punk snapped. If he didn't get off soon he might break though. Shit he hadn't realized how much he needed the man. "You fuck in 'ere?" Colson couldn't shake his head fast enough as he pulled back and tripped over himself to reach the oversized ottoman. It was low to the ground and slick enough he might slide off but he still tugged his pants down over his ass and laid against it, presenting what he hoped was still an ass Dom needed. He heard a crunch under his knees but he didn't care if they came away cut and bleeding. They'd shared every other bodily fluid, why not blood? The wanker moved so fast the boy was left blinking, his brow arched as he stared down at his brat. They had plenty of problems to work through if they even could but he couldn't deny how tempting the man was. Their first time was a fight. The first time he shoved the fucker on his cock was because Kells had been an asshole. Now there he was, reaching those long arms back to hold his perky cheeks apart and expose his.

"Please? Punish me?" Colson begged softly, a puddle of drool already pooling below his mouth at the thought. His hole clenched in anticipation, his need a knot in his stomach.

"Won't fuck you if you fink it's punishment. Ain't never been wha' we are. I'll fucking spank you if you need punishment." They both shivered at the thought, Kells had such pretty whimpers when Dom made his ass cheeks cherry red. "Wha' is it to you?" He demanded softly but firmly, stepping close behind the half naked man until his shadow fell over him. He could always keep Col on edge. He knew every button before they ever slept together. He could just read him that well.

Colson could feel himself trembling, the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Normally Dom didn't leave him alone too long but he might have hurt the boy enough to get tortured. "What is it to you?" A hand came down on his ass so hard he jumped, crying out in surprise but it broke off in a wanton moan. He knew that meant the boy wouldn't answer. He'd asked first and he wanted the devil exposed in more ways than one. "Please, I need you. I missed you. I'm pissed at what she did but I don't- I don't miss her like I did you. Please? I miss you. It's… it's everything to me."

Dom swallowed hard, his eyes and cheeks felt hot like he was feeling too many emotions but… at least the man was opening up something besides his ass. "Didn't know you was such a pussy, Machine Gun." Of course the punk didn't think that way but he knew that was how Kells saw shit. Could he really let himself get pulled back into whatever they shared?

"Just for you. Now fuck mine?" Kells whimpered.

Oh fuck… yeah, maybe he could.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Believe me I am definitely not done with the Viking/selkie au, I just needed a small break after everything. Thought I might work a few emotions out with this old mostly one shot. There might be another part if y'all want? Let me know 😉🖤🚬

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[dandeliicns]

never before seen // @eldritchfated // Tyler Atlas & Andronika (Nika) Harlow mini plot: it's a quiet night in the French Quarter, the patrons left Lion's Den for the evening leaving the eldest Atlas alone to close up shop and head home. However, he hears a scream from outside and decides to investigate. Expecting a werewolf, vampire or even a pissed off witch he comes across something he's never witness in the supernatural infested city.

Finally, time for closing. As much as he enjoyed a busy bar with hungry and thirsty customers support his business, Tyler enjoyed the the closing part of it. Counting the money, the cleaning, listening to his favorite music artist while he did those tasks filled him with satisfaction. Tonight's, artist was Denzel Curry, one of his favorite albums too. He liked the symbolism of Taboo and how it represented slowly being corrupted by the darkness of the world when you start out innocent to it. The song playing in the background as he wiped down the sticky counter was siren feature JID.

Tyler found himself singing the chorus and rapping some bits and pieces of the song, however, that came to a halt when heard a scream that overshadowed his favorite part of the song. At first, he wanted ignore it but gut feeling told him take a look outside. "Jesus christ." Tyler muttered under his breath as he placed the wash cloth on the bartender side of the counter. Walking around from it, he made a slight jog to the front door. Making sure to lock it once he left, he looked to his left, no one, to his right? No one again, scratching the back of his head, the idea hit him. Surely it was someone from behind. That thought alone started to annoy him, he made it a universal rule to the supernatural beings that there was no hunting around his bar.

Already coming up with scenarios about what he might encounter, he was starting to get angry. Tyler felt his skin become hot, get it together Atlas' he thought to himself as he jogged a little faster to the back of his establishment. Once he reached the back, the anger started to grow. He could feel what was within trying to claw its way out. The side of him that he didn't really like, the side that could hurt or have them end up in a body bag or pile of ash. The fact that no one was there caused him to growl slightly with a demonic undertone to it. "I'm not the one to fuck with." He said out loud to make sure whatever caused the screaming heard him, There was one last spot he decided to check and he was ready to take it on to just prove a point.

Speed walking his way to the alley side of his bar, there he saw it. The source, the FUCKING vampire that couldn't follow the rules, he didn't care if a human was going to witness the Hell that was about to unleash; when he made a rule, he expected it to be followed.

Feeling the anger starting to boil over, the manifestation began. Not being able to hold back, he let out a loud borderline demonic yell before he felt his body change. On the inside, he could feel the bones breaking and changing within his body as he manifested the form within. The fire consumed him in a sphere and grew in size as he went from man to devil. The flames pushed themselves forward to reveal the fire manifestation that was once Tyler Anthony Atlas'. A huff of air left the area that was once his mouth, his jaw tightening as the sharp teeth overlapped each other.

Taking a moment to adjust to the transformation, he lunged towards the vampire making sure to avoid the person it was trying to attack with great speed, leaving a line of fire behind him due to the wings that were on his back. Pinning the former deceased down and gripping their jaw with large claws that pierced their jaw drawing blood from how sharp they were. He opened his mouth to speak with his voice sounding deeper in octave. "I TOLD YOUR KIND, NO HUNTING." Without a second thought, he opened his mouth to unleash flames consuming the vampire. Tyler in this form didn't stop until his claws were covered in the ash. As the blaze began to fade, he slowly rose and turned around to see who or what the vampire was attempting to consume in the late hours.

As he gazed upon them, the fire within began to fade as well as his manifestation. As he changed for devilish like beast, there stood the man that once was. Instinctively he took a step back to take in the creature. Beautiful, yet terrifying. For the first time in his life, experienced a chill run down his body. For the first time, he couldn't move. Blinking he tried to find his words and finally let some escape his lips. "Um...you're new."

#eldritchfated #❀ | ❝ tyler atlas ❞ ⤏ interactions #( HOLY SHIT - um yeah so THIS happened ) #tw long post

[papercutsunset]

Hello! Happy Sunday! Just dropping by with a writing question. How do you approach writing relationships? What are your favorite dynamics to write (in general or between specific characters)?

I love to write parent-child relationships, I think. More than that, I like to write people who end up knowing each other inside and out, be it because they're childhood friends, they're in that parent-child relationship, or because they've been through enough that they know each others' buttons even if they don't know everything about each other.

I think my favorite ones to think about right now are:

Tiff and Bloodsaw. They're so fucked up to me. They start off as coworkers, with Bloodsaw despising Tiff and Tiff trying to connect with them (in an admittedly annoying way). Then they get married, which is a whole new source of angry little injokes between them. They're platonic wives who want to kill each other. The edges soften a bit by that August (following the observatory incident and some hidebehind run-ins), but they're still there.

Olympia and Beverly Cast. Estranged mother-daughter relationship? The kid's secretly a local supervillain? There's secrets between them, like things from when Olympia was a baby and things Olympia did under her father's command? Yeah, that's right. They're watching The Muppets together. (What makes it more fun is the slowly-dawning realization that Olympia vastly prefers her mother and her mother's boyfriend to living with her father. The friends she has now don't hurt, either.)

I think the most fun thing, though, is trying to come up with ways that the main character of any given story, who ostensibly has a strong personality (excepting Mikey Marks here), would reasonably interact with someone and how that person would interact in turn. If Olympia is in a fight with Urania (Zoe Chevrolet), there's going to be overt hostility and undertones of flirting (teen superhero-"supervillain" dynamics). Tiff wouldn't really have that dynamic (aside from joking, as shown in things like her conversations with Bloodsaw. Real flirting is a no).

It all comes down to action and reaction, I think.

#(Along that same line #Jeanette would and demonstrably did kiss Pockets for the drama of it all. Tiff wouldn't do that and isn't having issues around aromanticism #we're in headache hour btw. im so looped. #checking the mail #(i wrote this last night. im not editing it.) #tiff and bloodsaw #olympia cast

[titanicfreija]

"You okay?"

Freija stroked Sunny's core body with a fingertip and cupped a hand for her to land on. The ghost looked at her hand and her petals tick-tocked, then spun once.

"Did I do it?" Freija asked, frowning. She left her hand cupped but pulled it to her chest to wait. "Is something wrong?"

"It's... a lot more complicated than I think you want to think about," Sunny admitted.

"I can listen," Freija offered. "Is it something you can talk to me about?"

Sunny bobbed slightly and finally drifted into Freija's hand.

"I've. Struggled. Lately," Sunny admitted. "Since you hurt yourself. Resounding thoughts, that we really are just eternal soldiers. I can't fight by myself, so naturally I find someone who can fight and then I teach them how and tell them that's the only way. Until even I forget it's not."

Freija kept her face straight, petting Sunny's core again.

"Until we start doing it for fun. For sport. For baubles," she continued.

"You just feel guilty 'cos I got my arm burned," Freija said, but her voice held a sad undertone.

"I do. I feel bad that your arm got burned because I asked you to do something for me, but I feel bad that you got hurt at all--but the more I--"

"I'm gonna get hurt anyway," Freija objected.

"That! Yes! You're going to get hurt anyway! You're going to face pain and fear, and I'm going to take you to it and let you go and push you and teach you how to go through torture and torment--"

Freija's face finally twisted and she flinched, but she kept her mouth shut, even when Sunny stopped and spun to look at her.

"You don't even think of it as torture and torment," Sunny whimpered. "You think of it as another day. You think a day where you only burned to death once is a good one."

~

Freija's lips twisted again and she slouched into the couch. "Do you want to take a break? Do some other stuff? There's all kinds of ruins to explore. As long as I stay out of dark zones and radiation zones."

Sunny opened and closed, wobbling in the air. "I don't... I don't know. I just. I saw you get hurt and felt bad and then I felt stupid for feeling bad because--like you keep saying-- you're going to get hurt. You're a warrior. We've been at war for years."

Freija didn't argue, using her other hand to cup the air near her in another hug. "So now I've just spiraled into this horrible existential crisis about what we're even doing anymore. You settled on serving the traveler, but we don't know what it wants, either."

"It wants to raise and let fall civilizations?" Freija suggested. "I dunno. Thomas started drawing analogies about writing and what the gardener was doing. Said you have to know when the story is over, made a lot of sense but kinda fucked up."

Sunny's petals opened and closed, and she hovered close to Freija's hand and heart.

"I can't help," Freija admitted. "I don't know. I love you. You're right, I don't think anything of it because it's my normal, but I know it's not supposed to be like that. I know the goal is to make it stop. Make everyone on earth murder each other on one-on-one bases instead of on masse 'cos it's resource wars." She frowned, then shrugged. "It doesn't always hurt."

Sunny dropped and let her pieces fall loose into Freija's hands. "You really are horrible at being comforting."

"You have to know what's wrong to comfort," Freija explained. "I don't understand. You feel bad that I get hurt, but I don't mind, but you feel bad that I don't mind, too."

Sunny's eye flickered. "Yeah, that's about right."

"So I can't really make you feel better. Telling you it's okay or that I don't mind or it's not that bad is not helping. Telling you that it's awful and I hate it and want it to stop wouldn't be true or helpful. Telling you that you're right, 'cos you are, isn't really helpful, either. You're just on that spiral ride into the quiet, angry space I get into when I'm having that kind of losing streak. I love you no matter what. You're my favorite person and a part of me and my soul mate."

Sunny rocked in Freija's palm and twisted to look at Freija's face where she gazed at her ghost.

"I think the Xivu stuff lately got you, too," Freija said. "It's hard to fight her off when she's got a point."

Sunny didn't like how right she was, and Freija felt the shudder, holding her hand out to look at Sunny's eye. "That's what it is," she observed. "It's not about the burn, it's about Xivu Arath. The war stuff, soldier, yeah. Okay." Freija sat back and shrugged again. "But that still tracks with feeling bad about me being a fighter and you feeling bad about perpetuating --"

"I started it. I told you weapons and armor," Sunny objected.

"And you told me bubble was the way to go. Plus, I picked the first fight. And I already knew how to use a gun."

"That's not the point," Sunny cried. "The point is that my entire purpose of existence is to revive someone, wiping out who they were in the process, and then lead them headfirst into death and dismemberment and forces of nature over and over!"

"I think me being dead wiped out who I was in the first life," Freija objected softly. "Your purpose is to resurrect me, yeah. I feel like I guess you did when I said all this stuff. I don't want to think you feel bad about resurrecting me, any more than you wanted to think I felt like a murder puppet."

"I feel like a puppeteer for a murder puppet in a play that neither of us wants to perform," she clarified. "You obviously don't get to see your corpse, but I do. And I've looked at it every day for years, now, and I only just now considered how horrible it must be to die like that. And you don't think anything of it."

"That's not your fault."

"This is going to be a fight if you keep trying to help."

Freija and Sunny stood five feet apart, watching the other. Sunny's normally wide motions had frozen and she hovered practically flat in the air in front of her guardian.

"I don't want to fight, but I don't want to leave this," Freija said.

"And fighting's the only way you can handle anything because you were born into war and I hardly taught you to read because I was busy teaching you to use a damn scout rifle. Please, understand. I feel like I've been abusing you."

Freija snorted, then sighed and collapsed to the couch. "I'm not sure how you can feel like you abused someone who doesn't feel abused. Especially considering how much of the world would force me to fight. Normal humans all learn their weapons, too."

That helped. Sunny drifted low.

"You're right. I didn't get the soft squishy years of my parents doing their best to protect me from the horrors, but I'm a grown-up."

"Mostly," Sunny teased half-heartedly.

"Mostly," Freija agreed. "We're looking to end the war. Horrible irony. Gotta fight for peace."

Sunny nudged Freija's head and flipped to watch her sparkles float up. "I... I might need help when.... if... when we hear her again."

Freija sat up sharply. "Oh, she's fucking with you."

Sunny bobbed in her 'nod', and Freija shot back to her feet and crossed the room to hug her like the first day, knocking the lotus flaps aside. "She's just fucking with you, though," Freija swore. "It's not like how you feel. How you feel isn't the same as the real this time."

Sunny wanted to cry. "Did you feel it, too?"

"I mean, for a minute? Same murder puppet thoughts, same desire for death and destruction, but I already did this. Ran the circles, got to the settled conclusions. I'm here because the traveler wanted me to protect the stuff it loved, and you're here because the traveler wanted you to get me up and help me protect the stuff it loved. Without you, I'm a skeleton on a cliffside."

Sunny tried to escape Freija's grip, but she tightened it. "I can't do it," she whimpered. "I just keep thinking about all the times and ways I've watched you die. And it doesn't feel worth it."

Freija looked away and frowned. "I wondered how you could stand it. I guess I never thought the answer was that you couldn't. I couldn't watch you die. Even if I could put you back together, I don't think I could stand it. I can hardly stand letting Rise die, and she's fighting right alongside me."

Sunny tucked herself under Freija's shirt, at her heart, at the points of her tattooed sun. The heart beat firm and steady. The damaged tendon in her shoulder creaked when she moved a hand to cover her.

"And your fighting. Your war. You're still a warrior, your deaths haunt me but that eager and violent smile is just... not better. You should have had a different life."

"I could only have this one," Freija argued. "Let's go fishing. For a walk. Sparrow ride. Gotta go somewhere and do something nice, you can't just sit here and remember the various shapes of Freija Corpse."

Sunny didn't reply, and Freija settled on the couch again, cupping the ghost in her palm at her heart. "I'm just gonna rest here. Let me know if you want to do anything."

War Drums

Lost <-

No comfort

Real Purpose

Slipped Truth

Still Sulking

Stubborn Recovery

Freija's Waltz

#destiny 2 #d2 #ocs #writing #freija #sunny #prose

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

Hey, I need your help.

My bf and I both experienced abuse in our childhood.

My bf is super sensitive with critique, he often believes to hear an criticizing undertone in my voice. I openly communicate when I am angry at him so this is first wrong and second unfair because I am doing my best to be clear and honest about my emotions.

And at some point he'll break down and tell me about everytime I critizised him during the last days and none of that was critiquing. And this makes me super careful around him. How to talk to someone, who's feels critizised basically by smalltalk? And when I am honestly angry at him, I talk it down. I say "I feel like X because when you did Y I would've prefered..." instead of "Hey, you were really unfair!" which I sometimes feel would be good for me. Being rightfully angry and expressing it. And I think debate is good in a relationship. But we can't debate. I feel we can't grow because we can't talk about the stuff that bothers me. He completely blocks me, whenever I want to discuss something with him. Which results in me being hurt over and over by the same actions of him. Not like abusive stuff.

We often get into debates, because he thinks he hears an undertone in my smalltalk and defends himself or attacks me which makes me (who's from my point of view attacked out of the blue) angry and our both anger grows and grows and we fight a lot. And the rare times in which we can talk about it later, it is clear that we talked past eachother or he believed I critizised him when I didnt.

So, this evening we were talking past each other and I felt really shitty because it put me in an uncomfortable situation. So I later told him "Hey, I know it wasn't on purpose, we were talking past each other, and I still felt uncomfortable when X happened. Could you please next time take care of Y?" and he immediately defended himself, by saying we weren't talking past each other, I just misunderstood him so how could he have known blablabla, and that I was attacking him. I understand him, I too was falsely accused so much in my childhood that I now have to be careful, not to label every critique I'm receiving as "falsely". But I can't tell him that because he would believe I attack him etc you get the point.

And I am honestly hurt too. This reminds me too much of my childhood and said being accused for something I didn't do. In this case, criticising him.

How shall I talk to him? I asked him that question too but he has no idea (and honestly doesn't self reflect as much as I believe is necessary for someone with a complex trauma) so I don't expect any answer from him.

To sum it up; My bf believes I critizise him all the time which leads to senseless fights and when I am really angry, we can't debate it.

Hi anon,

Firstly I'm sorry to hear about what's going on and what you've been through. I'd just like to share with you this ask I answered about what a healthy relationship looks like for reference.

I don't know how long you guys have been together, but it's a pretty critical issue that he seemingly can't take any level of criticism, even if that's due to trauma. It sounds like there's not only a communication barrier, but in trust as well. Because it sounds like he doesn't trust you enough to not feel attacked by you.

I would ask to sit down and talk with him. I would remind him I love him, that I would never want to hurt him, and apologize for the times he felt hurt or attacked by what I've said. I would confess that I don't know how to approach conversations where I want to talk about improvements we could make or some problems that need attention and work, and ask him how he would like to be approached. Like, ask him what you should say if you need to talk about an issue you're having with him. I think asking him what you should say could not only make him feel heard, but it could give you the framework to have necessary discussions with him in a way that won't set him off.

If that doesn't work, I would recommend looking into couple's counseling. Because it sounds like you both have trauma that are triggering each other (criticism makes him feel attacked due to trauma, you feel wrongly accused partly due to trauma) and I think the mediation of a mental health professional may be able to help resolve some things between you two. That being said, it's possible that he may feel attacked by suggesting to get couple's counseling, and it might not also be affordable or accessible.

Worst comes to worst, consider if this relationship is really benefiting you.

Hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#trauma talks #mod bun

[campbluelake]

hell in a cell

Black and red streak past the group at blinding speed. There’s no time to redirect your attention from the demon, but there’s also no need; with a familiar angry screech, Max barrels into Vual with enough force to send them both rolling across to the ground, abruptly cutting the duke’s words short.

“Enough.”

Guess Mothman’s not a fan of evil monologues.

“Fiend– Pest– Worm–” There is nothing human in the voice that berates Duke Vual, nor of the accompanying screeching and roaring to come from both parties as they thrash and struggle against each other. “Sniveling, cowardly, vile thing–”

The demon breaks himself free of claw and talon, and appears further disheveled and off-balance. His suit no longer pressed and form beginning to show signs of injury, he lets out a growl and prepares for a battle with beings of his own size. Max roars again, eager to take advantage of the opportunity Malyce has afforded him.

But already, the smallest trace of blood can be seen matting a portion of Max’s fur from just this initial altercation. Vual’s not exactly weak. So before he pursues the duke further–

“With me, Niko.”

The lack of hesitation makes it seem he is fully confident that one of Hell’s pencil pushers can even the odds. (Because he is. For some reason.) Instead of waiting for any confirmation, Max takes off at high speed to throw himself at the demon again.

“...Eh?”

Niko, left standing alone when Max flies off, sort of awkwardly points at himself. 

“I’m– you know I’m not allowed to do that, right? I swear I explained this, I can’t fight a demon like that or I’ll super turbo die, I’ve already been stretching the rules–”

One of Hell’s pencil pushers is evidently far less confident in his ability to contribute to this fight than Max is on his behalf. Clearly unsure of what he should be doing, his wings flap uselessly once in a facsimile of Max’s much cooler departure and his hand tightens on the handle of his scythe. 

…And then the pendant he’s been wearing this entire time starts to pulse with a dull red light. He startles, blinking and then reaching down to pick it up, the confusion evident on his face. His clawed thumb digs into the side of it, where a visible hinge has appeared, and it pops open like a compact mirror. In fact… if you look closely, it is nearly a compact mirror, a red eye glowing and reflected on the top half. Niko frowns and then brings it up closer to his mouth. 

“...Sir?”

His voice takes on an undertone that hurts your ears slightly as he speaks into it, but the voice that pipes out in return is far worse in this regard, burning in the way you now know demonic voices to. It’s also worse because it’s, hm… how to put this… a bit annoying.

“Nicky! Hey, I’m sure you’re busy and all, but this is much more important than all that, so, hey–”

Niko already looks exhausted. “I am busy, sir.”

“Yes, I said that, now, you know, things are really exciting down here! I hope you have all your reports filed– well, of course you do, you wouldn’t slack like that, ha-ha! That’s why you’re my favorite, Nicky! Anyway, anyway, you know Vual?”

“Yes, I know V–”

“Of course you know Vual! Well, thanks to whatever’s been going on up there, we’ve finally decided that he’s gone too far and we’re going to make a move– so guess who’s going to coooooourt~!”

“Gee, sir, I’m not–”

“Ha-ha, not me, of course! Him! Anyway, that means restrictions are temporarily broken as we’ve got a warrant out for him, and you can’t be that busy, so do you think you could go round him up? Just add whatever power it takes to your invoices, okay? It shouldn’t be too bad!”

Niko looks wearily up at where Vual is engaged in combat with Max. Wearily, but also with a hint of confusion. And also wariness. He has to fight that? He’s a fucking salaryman. It’s not like he doesn’t want to get some revenge for his… friend, though. 

“You’ve got it, sir. I’ll do my best.”

“Of course you will, Nicky! That’s why you’re my favorite employee! Oh, by the way–”

Niko promptly hangs up before who you presume must have been the Barbatos you’ve heard mentioned a couple of times can go off on another tangent. He sighs and spins his scythe into a more ready position. 

“Okay, never mind, guess I’m fucking– allowed to do that after all, Max!”

His form ripples into a pool of shadow, dissolving into the ground and ripping across the grass to where Max and Vual fight. When he reforms, it’s with fangs bared and a slash of his scythe at the duke. 

#ch6 #trial #mason #niko

[robininthelabyrinth]

Prompt: what if jc was lxc's age (and jyl maybe 2 or 3 years older) and wwx was lwj's/nhs' age when he was brought to lotus pier? (Or anything that involves a much bigger age gap bw the jiang sibs and wwx - where wwx is babey)

Untamed

“You know what,” Jiang Cheng said to his sister, who looked at him. “I’ve changed my mind. I’m not marrying a woman.”

Jiang Yanli’s lips started twitching uncontrollably and she hid her smile behind her sleeve. “Oh?”

“Nope. I’m going to marry Chifeng-zun.”

“On the basis of…?”

“If you take two adult men in charge of two Great Sects,” Jiang Cheng said, doing his utmost best to keep a straight face, “with all the power we can generate between us, we might – maybe – have a chance at disciplining our baby brothers.”

Jiang Yanli burst out laughing.

“There, there. It’s all right,” he said, grinning, reaching out to pat her on the shoulder. “You can join us if you’d like. There’s enough room in Qinghe for two wives.”

“We are not both running away to Qinghe,” she said, giggling. “A-Cheng!”

“What? I think it’s a great idea. If our parents want us back, they can negotiate with Chifeng-zun for it – may they have more luck than they had with the whole medicinal herb debacle.”

“A-Cheng, I am officially tabling this idea,” Jiang Yanli said, still snorting. “Older sibling privilege.”

“I let you out of the womb first as a matter of courtesy,” Jiang Cheng sniffed. “And now you use it against me? A-Li, how could you?”

“Call me jiejie! It doesn’t matter how much older, a few shichen or a few years, older is still older.”

“You probably elbowed me with those sharp pointy things you have on your arms. Weapons of war.”

“Older is older!” she sang. “Now tell me, what did A-Xian do this time?”

“Would you like it in chronological order, or in order of severity? I can also group it by theme, if you prefer.”

“Oh no,” Jiang Yanli said, covering her eyes. “Oh no.”

“And the chief-most theme,” Jiang Cheng said, continuing anyway, “is still called Lan Wangji.”

“Oh no!”

“He has the worst crush,” Jiang Cheng said, shaking his head with endless amusement. “And he just – refuses to admit it. ‘Nooooo, shixiong, we’re just friends, he can’t even stand me most of the time, he’s always trying to get me in trouble, but sometimes he lets me sit next to him and spend time with him and he’s so handsome and I really just want to make him laugh –’”

“We have,” Jiang Yanli said thoughtfully, “raised an idiot.”

“He was fine when we got him,” Jiang Cheng disagreed. “We have spoiled an idiot.”

“This is true. Maybe we should go form a mutual complaining society with Chifeng-zun; isn’t his little brother also an idiot?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jiang Cheng said. “Worse: they’ve teamed up. Nie Huaisang buys Wei Wuxian porn now.”

“Oh no…”

“In return for help cheating on his tests!”

“Oh no!”

“So that’s why I’m going to marry Chifeng-zun,” Jiang Cheng concluded. “Our parents may be disappointed by my decision, but with our powers combined, we might be able to save the world from our respective younger idiots.”

“Maybe,” she said, and shook her head. “A-Cheng – about our parents…”

Jiang Cheng shook his head as well, echoing her action but more in denial. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that she took after their father and he took after their mother, that she was born a shichen prior to midnight and he a shichen after and their personalities completely different as a result; it was no one’s fault that their parents didn’t get along, with their mother disdaining what she perceived as Jiang Yanli’s passiveness and lack of passion and their father despising Jiang Cheng’ prickly temper and difficulty communicating his affection without scolding.

It certainly wasn’t Wei Wuxian’s fault for being younger and more brilliant, talented at everything he did and with just the sort of personality their father liked best – the combination of his former best friend and the girl he’d once thought of marrying – and that he’d always made that preference very clear to everyone, even to their mother who often worried that her husband would dispossess her children in favor of his foundling and who lashed out at everyone in response.

That had hurt – hurt a lot, even, and Jiang Cheng was soft and sensitive underneath all his defensive layers, but any time he got angry over it he would look at Wei Wuxian, their little A-Xian, baby Xianxian, who adored his older siblings more than anything and was adored in return, and he forced himself to get over it. He was old enough, by the time Wei Wuxian arrived, to know to whom the blame really belonged.

“I spoke with Nie Huaisang while I was at the Cloud Recesses,” Jiang Cheng said in an undertone, one reserved just for his sister. “He’s asked me to pass along a message to his brother, the next time I go night-hunting, about the whole debacle – he’s so terribly apologetic, you understand, he couldn’t wait for the post – if we get to Qinghe by tomorrow, Chifeng-zun will be able to get to Gusu in time to intervene before our father does something wretched like cancel your engagement and take A-Xian home early from his studies.”

“The engagement I wouldn’t mind,” she remarked. “If Jin Zixuan feels so strongly about it that he’d get into a fistfight with A-Xian, it’s better not to marry, no matter what our mother might think. But on no account is A-Xian to be sent home early! He needs his education!”

Unsaid was everything else he needed, things he could get better at the Cloud Recesses than anywhere else.

“Then we go?”

“We go,” she agreed. Between the two of them, Jiang Cheng had more talent at cultivation, but she was steadier, even in her overall mediocrity: when the two of them flew on a sword together, they could make it much further and faster than anyone expected.

Qinghe wasn’t really close enough for a quick jaunt – they flew all night without stopping – but Chifeng-zun was amendable to their scheme, jumping at once onto his saber and making his way straight to Gusu. A waste of spiritual energy all around, really, but far faster than their father would move, with his Sect Leader’s dignity and retinue, rushing to the Cloud Recesses to save his precious little Wei Wuxian from having any connections in life that weren’t to the Jiang sect, and the Jiang sect alone. 

And never mind how much he needed those connections: needed to have friends his own age, needed to have more time with that crush of his, needed independence and freedom and everything the Jiang sect supposedly stood for - needed for them to support him and act as the foundation beneath his feet, rather than the chains tying him down to earth.

Chifeng-zun – who was only a few years older than they were – was really a very understanding person, getting the problem at once and immediately agreeing with their view on things. Perhaps there really was something to be said about the difference in generations…

“Let me show you to rooms where you can rest,” Chifeng-zun’s aide said, a slender young man with a polite smile on his face as he saluted. “I’ll arrange for refreshments as well.”

“We hate to trouble you, but in all honesty you are a lifesaver,” Jiang Yanli said to him warmly, and he unexpectedly flushed red at the cheeks. “A-Cheng, let’s follow this handsome young man and rest a while before we return to the Lotus Pier.”

The young man was blushing.

“What’s your name?” Jiang Cheng asked, and the blush faded away at once as the man paled a little: it would be one he expected them to recognize, then, and not in a good way.

“This one is Meng Yao,” he said, and saluted again even though he’d already saluted once before, and Jiang Yanli’s eyes flickered to Jiang Cheng’s very briefly before she caught his arms and raised him up.

“I’ve heard of you. Smart and talented enough to get Chifeng-zun’s attention, even so far as becoming his personal deputy - you must be brilliant. Truly, you deserve a better father,” she told him, and he stared up at her, dumbstruck.

“Don’t mind her,” Jiang Cheng said. “She’s trying out this new thing in which she says everything she feels without thinking first.”

She elbowed him. “And isn’t it your fault?” she asked snappishly. “You’re the one who needs to speak your mind more; I’m just modeling good behavior!”

If she’d been older than him – really older, rather than just a few shichen – maybe she would have held her tongue more and played the role of the peacekeeper, trying to protect him from his father’s indifference the way she had tried to when they were both younger, just as he had tried to distract his mother from her with his hard-fought accomplishments. It wasn’t until they had little Wei Wuxian to spoil and care for, a joint task that required both of their attention, that they realized that splitting their forces like that was pointless and self-defeating: it wasn’t actually helping that Jiang Yanli suppressed so much of her spirit until she felt like little more than a reflective mirror with no content, nor that Jiang Cheng nearly worked himself to death trying to prove that he was worthy of his father’s love and respect that he would never receive, and it never would.

So they stopped.

They were trying very hard to stop, anyway.

“You’re very kind,” Meng Yao murmured, and led them to their rooms.

The moment he closed the door behind him, Jiang Yanli turned to Jiang Cheng and said, “I’ve changed my mind about your plan – we can run away to Qinghe. You marry Chifeng-zun, and I’ll marry that charming boy out there.”

There was an audible thudding sound from the corridor outside, as if someone had accidentally walked into a wall, and they both grinned at each other.

“Mother would kill you,” he warned her in an undertone.

“And being married to someone who disdains me enough to fight over my worthlessness in public wouldn’t?” she retorted, smiling even though her expression was tinged with pain: if she had one ambition in life, it was to never become their mother. “The marriage agreement might have been forged by our mothers, but the text of it says ‘the Jin sect leader’s son to the Jiang sect leader’s daughter’. Why can’t I marry him?”

“He hasn’t been acknowledged.”

“Only technically. Everyone knows he’s the real deal, or else his father wouldn’t have made such a fuss about it.”

“But –”

“Anyway, he must be a good man, or Chifeng-zun wouldn’t have promoted him.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jiang Cheng said. “Chifeng-zun doesn’t have the sense of self-preservation the heavens bestowed on a lemming.”

There was a vaguely audible snort from outside their door. It seemed Meng Yao, at least, had the good sense not to leave guests in his house unattended, and no discrimination against the very useful business of listening at doors.

He also had a sense of humor, which was good given Jiang Yanli’s newfound ambitions in his regard.

“Yes, well, I wasn’t saying I’d elope with him tomorrow or anything,” she sniffed, eyes dancing. “Give him some time to prove himself to me.”

Jiang Cheng couldn’t help but smile back. “That’s true,” he said, raising his voice a little. “At Chifeng-zun’s side, he’ll be able to make a name for himself until the whispers all say that his father was an idiot for keeping him away.”

“And if even that doesn’t work, I’ll marry him in and make him help me run the Jiang sect,” she said cheerfully. “Who needs Lanling Jin?”

“Wait, since when are you inheriting the Jiang sect?”

“I’m older! And anyway, aren’t you marrying Chifeng-zun? That means you’ll be away helping run his sect, and that leaves an opening at home for me.”

“…huh. Good point.”

“Maybe you can just swap places with Meng Yao,” she said, starting to giggle again. “And we can all see how long it takes anyone to notice…”

“Our parents might not,” Jiang Cheng said dryly. “But Chifeng-zun would. If only because I have my sights set on his bed, and I don’t think Meng Yao does.”

“You don’t know that; everyone wants Chifeng-zun. Maybe you have competition.”

“Better to have competition than be oblivious. Do you want to hear the whole story about A-Xian and Lan Wangji’s tragic mutual pining disaster? Xichen-xiong told me all the details he’s been leaving out of his letters.”

“Tell me everything!”

#mdzs #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #meng yao #nie mingjue #my fic #my fics #jiang sect twins #crazycat27 #mingcheng #meng yao/jiang yanli

[helliontherapscallion]

Sweet Betrayal

Part 2     Part 3     Part 4

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, neglect, successful suicide attempt, death, insanity

(A/N): I had a little too much fun writing this

“I’ll help you.”

Tommy cheered and clapped a hand on your shoulder. Wilbur gave you a slightly manic smile, his plan is going to work out perfectly with you working with them. Techno merely grunted in acknowledgement. Something about your tone threw him for a loop, but he just summed it up to the voices and his growing trust issues. The voices were screaming at him not to trust you, that you were a traitor, that you’d betray them. But there’s no way his youngest sibling would ever betray them; they couldn’t hurt a fly. They were basically defenseless. 

Tubbo looked slightly hesitant to accept you as his spying partner, but he figured that you joining him would take most of the stress off from his shoulders. You were close to Schlatt, he basically treated you as if you were his own. He was slightly jealous at how close to his father you were when he, Schlatt’s biological son, was often standing in the same room as them. He knew that Schlatt was a shitty father and could never shape up to being as good of a father figure than Philza was to him, but he just couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that his own father, who abandoned him at the side of the road as a kid, so readily took on another kid that wasn’t himself. Despite his resentment towards you, he accepted having you as a partner. Maybe once he got to know you better you weren’t so bad. 

On the outside, you were giving your ‘brothers’ a sweet smile. Almost sickeningly sweet as you plastered it on your face to hide the resentment and hatred brewing inside of you threatening to escape and fill this ravine with it’s raging waves. They were never your brothers, always choosing to exclude you from everything they were doing. As a kid, you had nobody to rely on. Tommy had Tubbo and Wilbur had Techno and Philza. You were completely, utterly alone as a kid. 

You were always deprived of social interaction, always being told to ‘suck it up’, ‘quit whining’, and ‘just accept it’. You watched from the sidelines as your brothers received all the love and support from each other and Philza, and you were sick of being left out. Their proposal has made you finally reach your breaking point. You came to the realization that you were only going to get their support only when you were of use to them. 

Even as adults and as teenagers, they’re always acting like children. Whining over losing power, getting exiled, how ‘tyrannical’ every single government was, like get a grip. You brought this upon yourself. Manberg would be much better off without you two. Just accept leadership, it’s there to bring natural structure to society. This isn’t high school, stop overreacting. Oh, how you longed to scream in their faces, drop the happy, sweet, and defenseless facade you always wore. You were broken down by them, and you were going to be their downfall. You would make sure of it. At least, that’s what Schlatt promised you. 

You met Schlatt one day when you were alone in the forest far from the house you called home. It was dark out and you were hiding from the mobs that threatened to take one of your lives. He found you by following your whimpers, taking you back to his house and giving you shelter for a few days. He treated you like you were a person, an actual human being, and that made you realize that you weren’t alone in the world afterall. Philza and your brothers didn’t even notice that you were gone until after a week of staying with Schlatt. You remembered how Philza stormed into Schlatt’s house, grabbed you by the ear, apologized to Schlatt, and drug you home lecturing you the entire time. You were grounded for a month after that and banned from talking to Schlatt.

However, you still talked to Schlatt in secret. He eventually treated you like you were his own, showering you with the love and support that you were deprived of. You supposed you craved constant reassurance and kindness, and you chopped it up to how you were raised. You had trauma and Schlatt was there to fix that. He gave you constant support, something your ‘family’ has never done. Well, they did once when you finally broke and fell into a deep depression, never leaving your room. They didn’t notice that, but what they did notice was the death message that flashed across their comm tablets: “(Y/n) suffocated.”

When they ran to your room, they caught the last of the golden dust that used to be your body drifting into the atmosphere. In the center of your room hanging from an exposed pipe in the ceiling was a noose fashioned from an old rope they had noticed had gone missing a few weeks ago. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you hung yourself. 

For a solid month after that, they treated you like they treated each other and you felt like you were soaring the entire time. Philza even told you that he loved you and that he was proud of you when you ate your first meal in a week!  All of the attention and support faded when they saw you smile more and laugh louder. You faded again into obscurity and all that came out of that successful suicide attempt was not your family’s unconditional love like you had hoped, but an ugly scar that wrapped around the entirety of your neck.  

You were going to fuck up their plans. They deserved it for ostracizing you all those years. 

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Your and Schlatt’s plan was unfolding swimmingly. Your idiotic brothers had no clue of your betrayal and that always made you want to laugh hysterically, but you held it in until you got back to the White House. You would laugh in Schlatt’s office with him. The cabinet often heard loud, boisterous laughter booming from behind the closed office doors, but they’ve long since learned not to question it. 

They grew wary of you two, it seemed that your sanities were turning into slippery slopes. The Emperor and the Secretary of Defense could not be fully trusted to make any decisions anymore. Even Quackity, who loved his adopted kid to death, agreed that they couldn’t be trusted. You and Schlatt had changed so much from when he first started dating Schlatt. It hurt him to see his husband and his child slip into insanity.

While you were planning the festival with Schlatt and Tubbo, it was extremely hard for you to keep a straight face. Whenever Schlatt wasn’t looking, Tubbo would smirk and glance at you from the corner of his eyes. It was in those moments specifically that you would struggle the most with containing your laughter. Originally, Schlatt was only going to exile Tubbo for his treachery, but after the fiasco with the lame excuse of ‘farming totems of undying’, you convinced him to turn it into an execution. You organized every single part of Tubbo’s execution, it was perfect in your opinion. At the same time, you were giving Schlatt information of your brother’s whereabouts during the festival. You were going to put on a show for them.

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On the stage, you were shifting and fidgeting relentlessly from your position between your adopted dads. From an outside perspective, one would assume that you’re nervous to be on stage in the middle of the spotlight. Everybody outside of the cabinet and your fathers still saw you as the innocent kid that wouldn’t hurt a fly. How wrong they were. Tubbo’s speech was the hardest to sit through, Quackity had to have a tight grip on your hand to prevent you from rushing the teenager and caging him too early. 

After Schlatt gave you the signal, you, him, and Quackity quickly trapped him in a cage made of yellow concrete. You could hear the shocked gasps of the audience and saw Wilbur holding Tommy down from revealing their hiding spot. Schlatt gently nudged you up to the microphone with a kind smile. 

You walked confidently up to the podium and gave the audience the widest closed-eyed grin they’d ever seen on you. “Hello citizens of Manberg, other guests,” you opened your eyes and shot a smug smirk over to your older brothers on the roof. You took great pleasure in the look of hurt, anger, and betrayal in their eyes. 

“What you are going to witness today is my pride and joy. As it turns out, our dearest Tubbo here,” you turned around to give a grandiose gesture at the cage behind you, “is a filthy little traitor.” The last word ripped itself from your mouth like a rattlesnake spitting venom at its victims. 

Tubbo banged on the walls in a rage, “you were a spy too! YOU WERE A SPY FOR POGTOPIA TOO!” 

“On the contrary, dearest Tubbo. I was a double agent working for Schlatt, my father. I was never loyal to Pogtopia. Why would I be when you all used me?” You gave him a gentle smile. The insane and malicious glint in your eyes contrasted the kindness of your features. You turned back to the podium with that same smile. The combination of your words and your expression sent cold chills down the spines of the Manbergians. They now saw you as who you really were. 

“Now, since I was so rudely interrupted,” you shot a glare at the shocked boy behind you, “hm, where was I?” You rubbed your chin in false confusion before you perked up, “oh right! What you are going to witness today is the public execution of our dear friend Tubbo.” You broke into a series of manic giggling, pounding your fist against the wood of the podium. The gasps of the audience sounded like music to your ears.

“TECHNOBLADE, GET THE HELL UP HERE BROTHER! YOU HAVE THE HONORS.”

You shouted through your laughter. Technoblade climbed up the stairs and stood facing you with a harsh glare. You grinned at him as he spoke to you with his usual monotone voice. This time, there was an undeniable angry undertone you could clearly detect, “what do you want me to do?”

“You still have that rocket launcher, right?”

He pulled it out of his satchel. You squealed happily and jumped up and down clapping your hands excitedly, “good! I’ve always liked fireworks. Now be a dear and make Tubbo go out with a bang!”

He walked over to face Tubbo’s cage and pointed the crossbow at him. You could see his finger trembling over the trigger and a nervous sweat gathering at his brow. After a while of seeing no firework action, you grew impatient and started to furiously shout at him.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, BLOOD GOD? WHAT, ARE YOU TOO MUCH OF A PUSSY TO DO IT NOW? KILL HIM! BLAST HIM TO SMITHEREENS! FUCKING DO IT.”

With every word that left your mouth, you stepped closer to him until you were screaming into his ear. You felt immense pleasure when you saw him start to shake. When you heard the shooting of fireworks and the agonized screams of Tubbo and saw the colorful blasts, you felt like you were on cloud nine. It was beautiful. 

Your insane laughter was heard over the chaos that followed. Schlatt and Quackity, seeing Techno’s growing anger after killing Tubbo, moved to push you behind them. Quackity wrapped his wings around you in a tight hug before fireworks were shot at your family. After you pushed Quackity away from you, you saw your father’s corpse lying on the stage floor. It was clear that he had just lost a life. 

Quackity collapsed to the stage with a groan before he briefly passed out. You checked if he was still breathing before you looked at Technoblade with anger written clear on your features. You gave a furious shout before you charged at him, determined to kill the unkillable. 

You dodged the fireworks that he shot at you before you finally reached him. He dodged your flailing arms and the attempts to push him off from the stage with ease. “I SHOULD’VE KNOWN NOT TO TRUST YOU!” 

His shout was dismissed by you, not registering in your clouded mind at all. He grabbed your arms and threw you to the edge of the stage. Before you could get up, he stomped a foot down on your chest and pointed the rocket launcher at your face. You were not phased by this, grinning and laughing with insanity-filled glee.  “KILL ME TECHNO! DO IT, GO ON! FUCKING DO IT. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!”

He stared at you with the most anger you’ve ever seen from him before he pushed you off the stage with a simple kick of his foot. As you were plummeting to your death, you saw Technoblade point the rocket launcher at you before you saw the colorful rockets shooting at you. Your laughter ending abruptly with the explosion of fireworks and the thump of your bloodied corpse against the pavement was something the citizens of Manberg would never forget. 

Your brothers stared at your corpse as it disappeared with shock and anger. They never suspected you of all people to be a traitor, they thought you were the sweet, naive kid they knew growing up. They thought your allegiance to them would be unbreaking and you’d follow them blindly. Obviously, they were wrong. There was no saving you. You were too far gone. 

When you woke up with Schlatt and Quackity holding your hands at your bedside, all of the memories flooded back to you. They held you as you cried in frustration, wiping at your tears with gentle, reassuring smiles and loving words. Rage filled you as you remembered how they got away with their lives. You had one life left, and you were going to dedicate it to their downfall. Even if you died in the process. They should fear the day you return. There was no saving them from your wrath. 

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P1

Look, I’ve been playing some Red Dead Redemption 2 again and I just got this idea. Sooo, rooty-tooty-guns-n-shootie, takes place in 1887 ish, America.

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You are a kindhearted, positive, gentle person. Despite the harsh reality you live in, you try to see the good in people, even if it sometimes might not be there.

It has gotten you into plenty of trouble before but, it has gotten you so much more positivity as well.

Jotaro was one of those positive points. Angry, aggressive and dangerous in the eyes of others, you were one of the few who didn’t judge him for how he looked and carried himself. And thus, a miraculous friendship was born.

Whenever you would hang out together, people would always be wary of the strange duo, more so for your safety than what you would be up to. But you never paid them any mind. If they wanted to judge Jotaro, that was fine, but you wouldn’t let it ruin the time you had with him.

Jotaro, of course, noticed all the stares and whispers, but he didn’t give a shit.

When he had met you two years ago, you were being cornered by a couple of guys who had taken advantage of your kindness, pretending to ask if you could lead them to the general store, only to drag you into a secluded alleyway.

It just so happened that Jotaro had been across the street, seeing you happily chatting about the town to the boys, oblivious to the malicious glint in their eyes.

At first he didn’t want to get involved. He had seen you around before but never talked to you and if you were dumb enough to not see their true motive, why should he involve himself? But then you looked around and crossed eyes with him, and instead of instant swooning or darting your eyes away and cowering in fear, you sent him a polite smile and a wave, since you recognised him from around town. It surprised him, seeing you act so casually and greet him like a person.

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro looked down at his feet for a second, grabbing the bill of his hat in frustration, only to abruptly let it go and stand up, discreetly starting to follow you and the boys.

Not a few minutes later and the boys executed their plan, pulling you into an abandoned alley, much to your surprise. They didn’t get even twenty seconds before Jotaro slinked up behind them. Just the image and threat of the imposing nineteen year old was enough to get the boys to scamper off with their tails between their legs.

Upon being saved, you practically dragged Jotaro along, insisting on paying him a drink as thanks and from there on, the two of you hit it off.

Ever since then, you two regularly hung out. And Jotaro had taken it upon himself to become your self-appointed bodyguard.

Right now he was headed to the church.

The town you two lived in was of moderate size and, since there were so many people in one place, a small church was built there. But Jotaro wasn’t going to the church so he could pray to God, no, he was going because you were there.

He knew you had started teaching kids how to read. Most of them were homeless, piss-poor or sticky-fingered little brats, but you taught them all the same.

Jotaro had once pointed it out and asked if you knew what those kids were actually up to every day. You had answered with a shrug, saying it didn’t matter and that you just wanted to help them. Jotaro had just grumbled at that and pulled his hat down. It didn’t matter to him, as long as they kept their grubby hands off of your belongings and didn’t harm you.

He rounded a corner and the church finally came into view further down the dirt-path. For a second, Jotaro reconsidered whether he wanted to visit you or not. He had nothing to do and wanted to share in your company, but he also knew that if you weren’t done teaching yet, you would not go with him until you were; which would mean Jotaro either had to leave with his tail between his legs in front of a bunch of brats, or he had to sit down and endure their incessant squabbling.

Shaking his head, he just decided to go for it. Regrettably enough, Jotaro just really wanted to see you right now. Recently, a gang of thieves and murderers had swept through town and pretty much everyone had been holed up inside, making him unable to see or spend time with you.

Finally reaching the church, he looked past the gates to see you sitting on the steps, about eight kids with you, of which five were sitting around you, while the other three were fooling around on the small grass churchyard that sat in front of the steps.

God, you were beautiful. Jotaro could immediately tell some of these kids were violent, thieves and just straight nasty, yet you talked with them as if they were your own.

Your own.

Jesus, how his stomach twisted at the thought. You both were 21 now and Jotaro knew he should be looking to the future. If there was someone he wanted to be with, it was you. And just the thought of you, your belly swollen with his child? It shook him to the core.

As he reached the gate, he must have stared at you for a little too long because as soon as he had put two steps inside, the three boys that were kicking around on the grass stopped in front of him, seeming to be between the ages of eleven to thirteen.

“Whoa there, mister! What do you think you’re doing?” The dirty blond to his right said and Jotaro looked down at the boys, raising an eyebrow at them for stopping him. “We don’t like that look in your eyes.” The boy continued.

“Yeah, need we remind you you are on church grounds?”

“What were you staring at Miss Y/N for, mister? What do you want with her?” The third kid spoke up and Jotaro was now annoyed, feeling ticked off at their questioning.

“That’s my business, now get out of my way.” He glared, but though he could see he scared them, they held their ground.

“No! We are not letting you hurt her!”

“You wanna fight for it? Let’s go then!” The one right in front put his fists up.

“Yare yare daze, just move, kid.” Jotaro sighed, tilting his hat over his eyes to stay calm.

“Now you’ve done it! Haaa-!” The blond yelled out, punching Jotaro in the stomach, but the man didn’t even flinch. The kid’s eyes went big.

He looked to his friends for help and they got the hint, all three of them now rearing up for an attack as they each shouted a battle cry, going to throw punches while Jotaro grit his teeth in annoyance. As much as he despised these little shits, he couldn’t punch them, and so he just decided to let them vent and then move on.

Someone else however, heard the screaming. “Hey! What’s going o-! Oh! Hey, Jotaro!”

Your sudden happy greeting stopped the boys in their tracks and two of them stumbled as they made their punches go wide to miss the intimidating man.

Jotaro put his hand up in greeting and you beamed a smile, much to the confusion of the kids. You excused yourself from the five around you and walked over.

“So, what’s going on here?” You asked sweetly, yet there was a warning undertone in your voice.

“N-Nothing!” The blond squeaked, holding a not so convincing smile, his face screaming ‘guilty’.

“Good grief, I told you they were brats.” Jotaro once again lowered his hat over his eyes, feeling a kick to his shin that made him glare at the boy beside him, instantly making him run off in fear, the other two following not a second later.

“Oi, don’t be mean to my kids.” You scolded him, rapping your knuckles on the top of his head.

“They’re not your kids.” Jotaro deadpanned and you sputtered a bit.

“Yeah, well, not technically no, but-“

“That little shit stole from me two weeks ago.” He pointed to the auburn haired boy that had been standing to his left earlier.

“He did? What did he steal?” You questioned, your brows furrowing.

“Pack of cigarettes and my lighter. That shit ain’t cheap you know.” He grumbled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oi, stop swearing every other sentence. You’re on church grounds.” You lightly smacked him on the chest while Jotaro just gave you a look that said ‘does it look like I care?’. “So... why are you here?” You then asked, diverting the subject.

“Just came by to see you.” Jotaro shrugged.

“Aw, how sweet.” You teased a little but a small blush did make its way onto your cheeks, making Jotaro’s heart skip a beat. Could that mean you...? No, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions. “Why don’t you come sit down?” You suddenly asked and Jotaro looked down at you.

“No, I don’t-“

“Too bad, too late!” You grinned as you grabbed his hand out of his pocket and dragged him back to the stairs with you, not even giving him any time to protest. “Everyone, this is Jotaro! Jotaro, this is everyone.” You smiled as you introduced him to the terrified kids on the stairs.

A small girl then slowly stepped forward, her hair almost white-blonde and braided in two braids down the sides of her head.

She looked up at Jotaro with big eyes, the man staring back, before smiling wide, holding her arms up at him and making grabby hands. “Uh.” Jotaro hesitantly looked at you while you just held the biggest smile.

“That’s Amelia, she’s seven years old and mute.” You explained before urging Jotaro with your eyes to do as she asked and pick her up.

Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the girl under her armpits, easily lifting her up into his arms and looping an arm under her to hold her. Amelia immediately wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, smiling brightly as she looked into his eyes.

Jotaro averted his gaze from the girl in his arms, over to you, to see you nearly melting on the spot. He rolled his eyes in response to you freaking out. “Happy?” He grumbled out and you just nodded vehemently.

A tugging broke Jotaro from watching you and he looked down behind him to see a little boy tugging on his pants, pointing up at him.

“You want to go up too?” You questioned and the boy nodded enthusiastically, shouting out a ‘yeah!’.

“Wait, Y/N-“ Before he could do anything about it, you had lifted the boy and placed him on Jotaro’s back, letting him cling by himself since Jotaro was using both hands to hold the girl.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled look on Jotaro’s face as the boy giggled loudly, clinging tightly on his back.

The other children were suddenly a lot less terrified, as two others stood up and started tugging on his pants as well. It was clear that the younger kids had stayed around you as you taught the lesson, while the older three had drifted a bit away. This meant however, that Jotaro was now surrounded by small kids, two of them on top of him.

“I’m not a horse you know.” He grumbled, looking at the two hanging on his pants a little warily, watching where they put their hands.

“You’re not, but you’re just as tall, if not taller, and a lot less dangerous.” You grinned, earning a glare from the man though you knew there was no real hostility in it.

Just then, the doors to the church opened and a nun came walking out. “Ah, miss L/N! How goes the reading?” She questioned and you turned your gaze from watching Jotaro, to the nun.

“Ah! It’s going fine, thank you! And thank you again for letting me use this space.” You smiled sweetly.

“Of course, our doors are open for you anytime.” The nun smiled back before turning to see the remarkable sight of Jotaro, surrounded by kids, holding a small girl while another child clung to his back. “Mr. Kujo.” She smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Hello, Sister.” Jotaro greeted back. He may be a hardass, but he at least had respect for those who deserved it, unlike a lot of other people.

“It is good to see you again. Coming to visit Y/N I see?” She smiled and Jotaro dipped his head a little in response, both as a way to answer yet also as a way to hide his eyes from the Sister, for he knew she could look through him as though he was shouting out his thoughts and emotions. “Well, no matter.” The nun smiled slyly to herself, seeing through the action. “Who here is hungry?” She then spoke out a little louder and almost every tiny head perked up.

You giggled at the sight and swiftly moved to behind Jotaro, grabbing onto the boy hanging there and lifting him down from his back while Jotaro himself carefully sat the girl down. In a matter of seconds, all of the kids were lined up in a row and quickly started following the nun into the church, the doors closing behind them and leaving you and Jotaro on the steps.

“Whoo, they are always a lively bunch.” You chuckled, turning a little to face Jotaro before walking up to the stairs and sitting down on them, grabbing the book you had been working on with them, as well as the notebook and pencil.

“What book were you reading?” Jotaro asked, sitting down next to you. You took notice of how close he sat though, his arm touching yours as you sat side by side.

“King Arthur and the knights of the round table.” You said it in a fancy manner and held the book up for him as he took it from your hands.

“Knights? Really?” He scoffed as he briefly leafed through the pages and you playfully bumped your shoulder into his.

“Hey! It’s good for their imagination.” You chuckled. “Besides, it needs to be engaging for them. Lord knows I can’t try to teach them to read with the kinds of books you read. ‘How wagons are assembled’ or ‘how nature works’. Oh! Oh! ‘How a steam train or steam boat functions’.” You giggled a little as you poked fun at him, lowering your voice near the end to match his as best you could as you spoke.

“That’s not what I sound like.” Jotaro rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Sure you don’t, tough boy.” You leaned forward until you could look at him from under the brim of his hat, now hovering over his lap as you cocked your head with a smirk. “I have heard you rant about inventions and discoveries made more than anyone else, I’m pretty sure.”

Jotaro just scoffed and looked to the side, unable to hide his slightly embarrassed blush since you were right below him. Oh god, you were right below him, your face so close to his. He only needed to lean down a little and- Clearing his throat, Jotaro leaned back a bit, giving himself some space and prompting you to sit up again, none the wiser from what was going through his head.

“Hey, did you know they were setting up a new shop last week? Apparently you can get your picture taken there.” You suddenly started, looking forward through the churchyard as you mused.

“Oh?” Jotaro spoke, trying to sound disinterested yet listening intently.

“Would you... perhaps want to take a picture with me there?” You hesitantly asked and Jotaro’s heart skipped a beat though he didn’t show it. “I always wanted to see what I would look like on one of those.”

“Not very different from what you look like when you look in a mirror.” Jotaro cringed at how roughly that came out but he had said it before he could stop himself. He just hoped it didn’t dissuade you from wanting to take a picture with him.

“Say, are you insulting me, Mr. Kujo?” You teased lightheartedly, nudging him again and a tiny relieved smile played on Jotaro’s lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of ever insulting you.”

“Alright, now I know you’re just taking a piss.” You laughed. “Either way, what do you say we-!” You suddenly stopped your excited exclamation, catching Jotaro’s attention. “Oh wait, it’d probably cost a lot huh? Shoot, never mind, we can go do something else...” You deflated but quickly shook it off, perking up in feigned happiness again. “Do you have anything in mind!?”

Jotaro however, studied your face close. He hated to see how your excitement got washed away so quickly. “Yare yare.” Standing up from the stairs, he held his right hand out to you.

“Oh, you’ve got something?” You asked, seemingly back to your happy self as you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you up.

“Let’s go get that picture taken.”

Your face turned into shock as he said that. “Wait, really? But I just said- I- you- You mean you’ll pay?”

“As long as I can be in it as well, yes.” Jotaro gently tugged your hand, still holding onto it as he now used it to coax you along. “Let’s go then, we don’t know when it closes and it is getting late.”

Jotaro started walking, very consciously keeping hold of your hand. As you fell into step with him, excitedly buzzing, he made a bold move as he re-gripped your hand to fit more comfortably in his; as if you were intentionally holding hands from the beginning instead of just still awkwardly holding on after Jotaro pulled you to your feet.

You didn’t seem any wiser while Jotaro felt his heart pounding in his throat, relishing in how his hand fit around yours, your hand unconsciously still holding onto his. He was so tempted to rub his thumb over the back of your palm or to actually entwine his fingers with yours, but decided against it since that would definitely draw your attention to your hands and he didn’t want that. Right now, he would just hold on, silently musing to himself how small your hand was compared to his and how right it felt to have your hand sat in his.

In this moment, it was one of the few times Jotaro was actually glad for your obliviousness.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the photography shop and you both stood in front of the door, slogans and examples of pictures slapped everywhere to lure people in.

‘Get your photo taken with your loved one and display the memory, so you may never forget!’

That and more was plastered on the display window, yet Jotaro couldn’t take his eyes off of that particular one. ‘With your loved one’. His attention automatically reverted back to how you were still holding hands and he had to try everything in his power to keep his face from heating up.

“Let’s go in!” You jumped once, breaking him out of his focus as you started dragging him to the door, opening it not a second later, the tall male in tow.

“Good afternoon, how can I help the lovely couple tonight?” A man standing in front of a camera asked when he saw you two come in, hand in hand.

“Oh, uh. We’re, uh.” Your face burst into flame as he commented that, your eyes drifted up to Jotaro and then to your entwined hands, realising you were still holding onto him.

You quickly made a move to let him go but Jotaro kept holding on, preventing you from pulling away as he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“We’re here to get a picture taken, old man. What else.” He snapped a little and you sighed good-naturedly. Good ol’ Jotaro: intimidating people and being scary upon meeting them for the first time.

“Oh, haha, of course.” The owner chuckled nervously, though you swore you could hear him mutter a ‘I’m not that old’ as he turned to check his camera. “Uhm, you can just take your place in front of the background there.” He then smiled, motioning to the wall the camera was set up in front of.

The ‘background’ was a painting of an open plain, a rock formation with a modest waterfall in the back, as well as an eagle in the right hand corner.

Your jittery yet excited nerves for doing this came back, making you forget the flustering comment of the shop owner and you started walking towards the wall.

“Hope it’s gonna turn out alright.” You grinned up at Jotaro and he sent you a rare reassuring smile. It was small, but it was there, and suddenly, you were completely calm and ready to get this photo taken. The two of you took your place, Jotaro standing right up against you, making you blush.

“Alright.” The owner nervously rubbed his hands together, obviously still a bit scared of the nearly two meter tall man in black. “Ah, you are already in the perfect positions, you are naturals at this.” He tried to crack a joke but it came out a little awkward and he cleared his throat. “Look here please.” The man pointed at a spot right above the camera before ducking behind the device.

And just like that, the photos were taken.

After this entire time, Jotaro relinquished his hold on your hand, figuring it was best to let go, lest he was too obvious and even you would notice. Hell you, probably already did but thought nothing of it. Your obliviousness shining through again.

In the end, the two of you picked out the two best ones, nearly identical, and took one each.

That night, as Jotaro walked back home, he admired the photograph in his hand. He didn’t care much for how he looked in it, but it was the exact opposite with you. You looked so happy in it. Your smile shining bright and your energy nearly radiating off of it even through the photo. Yet what Jotaro treasured more than all in it, was the way your hands were entwined in the photo. Right in the middle, screaming for him to look at it. And look he did, feeling his cheeks heat up a little.

Opening the door to his home, he was immediately bombarded as his mother latched to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Jotaro, you’re home!” She cheered happily. “You missed dinner so I put some to the side for you.” She smiled and Jotaro just huffed a little, pushing her off of himself. He wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to go to bed.

That wish was short-lived however, as someone suddenly tackled him from behind, making him face plant into the floor.

“Jotaro! My boy!” The oh-so familiar voice of his grandfather sounded.

Question marks went off in the younger man’s head. His mother hadn’t told him the old man was coming for a visit?

“Get off.” Jotaro grunted as he attempted to shake his grandpa off but it was futile, as Joseph instead put him into a deadlock, pulling his arm behind his back and trapping it there, which made his eyes widen. The fucking photograph was in that hand and if that old man got even a single crinkle or fold in it, he would have his head.

“Good evening, Jotaro.” A familiar accented voice spoke and Jotaro looked up from under his hat to see Caesar sitting in the arm chair facing him, giving a disappointed look at Joseph.

“Caesar.” Jotaro grunted back a greeting as Joseph found that exact moment to twist his arm a little further.

“Oh, what’s this?” The voice on top suddenly curiously spoke and Jotaro felt the photograph be swiped from his fingers, making his eyes widen.

His grandfather was an expert at pinning people down thanks to years of random fights and being friends with Caesar. Yet you should never underestimate a desperate man trying to keep his dignity who also has a temper to match.

Thanks to Joseph using one hand to look at the paper in his hand, he had lost his hold on Jotaro’s right arm and the young man took full use of it.

Pushing himself up a bit, he threw the older man off of himself and turned around to swipe the photo back, but Joseph was way quicker and had used the momentum to get to his feet and run over to Caesar, standing behind his chair as he turned the paper around, feasting his eyes on the photo again.

“What’s this, Jotaro? Who’s that with you?” He asked in disbelief and Jotaro clenched his jaw. His mother, upon hearing her father say the sentence, zipped over and curiously looked at the photo as well, gasping a little once she saw it, before looking up at her son and sending him a giant grin.

Jotaro pulled his hat down a little and stomped over, attempting to swipe at the photo. “Give it back.” He growled as he tried to grab it, but Joseph moved it out of his reach.

“No way! You have some explaining to do, I mean, you’re smiling in this!”

“I’m not.” Jotaro grumbled, once again lunging forward to get it back, but Joseph tittered away, way too giddy and happy about what he was finding out about his grandson.

“Yes you are! Look! It’s small, but it’s there!” He turned the photo around and pointed at Jotaro’s face in it. Holly took a closer look and her proud grin grew even more.

“Would you stop, old man? It’s nothing, so just give it back.” Jotaro once again walked across the room to try and reach his grandfather, but Joseph danced out of his grasp once more, skipping over to Caesar who had stayed seated in this entire ordeal and showing the photo to his lifelong friend.

“Look Caesar! You see it too right?”

Caesar, who had had his eyes closed, opened them and slowly looked up at Joseph, grasping the photo with his left hand before harshly grasping his friend’s wrist, prying his hand away from the photo before getting out of the chair and moving over to the younger man.

“Here you go.” He spoke as he returned the photo.

“Thanks.” Jotaro spoke, a little unsure of what to say.

“Tell her how you feel soon. Don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Jotaro blinked a few times, feeling his face heat up a little as the Italian man gave the advice, speaking loud enough for only him to hear it. With a soft tug, he pulled down the brim of his hat over his eyes and nodded, quickly making his way out of the room so he could finally just go to bed.

As he walked through the hall, he heard his grandpa’s despairing cries, questioning Caesar why he would do that, and a small smirk appeared on Jotaro’s face. He could always trust in Caesar.

- - - -

Two weeks had passed and Jotaro was sitting on the steps of the church. To his left, he heard your gentle and caring voice reading passages of the book to the kids around. To his right, the little girl, Amelia, was practically glued to his hip as he read his own book, just silently sitting through your class.

He had been doing this more and more frequently, just coming by every once in a while, not really saying anything and just sitting with you as you taught the kids.

As he turned the page of his book, he suddenly felt something being lifted from his front pocket however and he snapped his head up, looking to his left to see the dirty blond, who he now knew as Jack, lifting his pocket watch from its place. The boy immediately noticed he was found out and bolted, laughing as he ran across the grass to the fences on the other side.

Jotaro however, was pissed as he slammed his book shut and walked over to Jack with large strides. “Give it back.” He spoke lowly, a threatening glare directed at the boy.

Jotaro physically saw him gulp, smirking a little to himself to see he still had his intimidating presence with these kids. But it was short lived, since Jack seemingly found a bit of courage again - continuing on with the plan, unknown to Jotaro.

“Why? I’m sure you can buy another one. Unless... this one is special?” Jotaro narrowed his eyes dangerously and Jack could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He clicked open the watch and there was a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Aha.” He spoke and smirked up at Jotaro, only for that smirk to leave as he saw the dangerous aura radiating off of the man. “Tommy!” He yelled and threw the pocket watch, making Jotaro’s heart sink for a moment, scared it would drop on the stone steps and break.

“You little shit.” He glared at Jack before turning around to Tommy, who was standing on the steps of the church.

“Hey, what’s going on!” You called out, looking up from your book while the children around were trying to write letters in your notebook.

Tommy immediately took this chance and rushed over to you when Jotaro started taking threatening strides towards the boy. He didn’t want to hit a kid but so help him god, he would get that pocket watch back. Jotaro wasn’t fast enough however, as Tommy zipped over to you and flipped the pocket watch open, shoving it in your face.

Jotaro faltered in his steps, nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. Those little brats had planned this all out. They knew. Jotaro hated to say it, but he had made it too obvious that he was sweet on you and they knew.

“Jotaro!” Your exclamation of surprise ripped him from his thoughts and he looked over at you, doing his best to keep an expression of indifference. “How did you manage to do this? I had to make a bigger frame to fit mine!” You turned the pocket watch around so he could see the inside, showing the clock on the right while on the left, on the inside of the cover, he now had a perfect view of the photograph of the two of you that he had stuck in there.

Jack and Tommy groaned while Jotaro’s shoulders slumped a bit. In both relief, as well as disappointment for some reason, seeing you were none the wiser.

Jotaro just waved his hand a bit, dismissing your question as he walked over and took the pocket watch back from you. Looking it over to see if it was damaged but luckily, it wasn’t. Concluding that, he flipped it shut and put it back in the pocket where it belonged.

“Well?” You looked up at him with hopeful and curious eyes and Jotaro pulled his hat down over his face. You looked... cute.

Jotaro didn’t lift his hat as he took his spot next to you again. “I went back and had a photograph taken of the photograph.” He said through gritted teeth, reluctantly telling you how he did it, embarrassment flooding through him over having to admit that.

“Oh, that’s so clever! I should do something like that as well.” You giggled, then dreamingly looked forward.

You were pulled out of it by a small tug on your sleeve. “Miss Y/N, can we have a break?” The small boy asked and you smiled sweetly, nodding.

“Of course, you go ahead and play for a bit.” You shoo’ed all the kids and they erupted into talk and laughter, all of them getting up and finding a place to play.

As the kids were running around a bit during the break, a shadow got cast over a specific pair of boys, making them freeze and slowly turn around to the imposing figure. “Tommy. Jack. Any of you touch my shit ever again and I will make you severely regret it.” The threat and danger in Jotaro’s voice was real and the boys swallowed heavily, nodding frantically before busting out into a sprint, running away as far as possible before squeaking as Jotaro made his way back over to them, since they had ran towards where you sat on the steps and that was where Jotaro wanted to sit down again as well.

“Did you have to scare them like that?” You questioned with a chuckle and Jotaro just huffed in amusement as he sat down.

“Yes. They need to know not to take my stuff.”

“You know, you’re right. That is a good lesson to learn.” You chuckled, only for your smile to slowly dim down as your attention got taken by several pairs of horse hooves thumping across the ground. “What’s that?” You questioned as you looked at the large group of riders, watching them trot closer and closer, slowing down the closer they got to the church. All of them carried rather large guns and other weapons.

You nervously looked up at Jotaro, who had his eyes narrowed as he looked at the large group as well. “Stay alert.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, the both of you getting up.

Jotaro whistled loud and curtly, gaining the attention of all the kids. You quickly motioned your arms for all of them to come, not wanting to verbally shout it just in case the riders would hear and take it the wrong way.

Taking the hint, the kids all started to run into your arms and Jotaro took a step forward, holding his arms out a little to keep you and the children behind him.

Everyone had fearful looks as Amelia was the last to reach you, running behind you and around, hanging on the back of Jotaro’s pants. It wasn’t a few seconds later that the riders all stopped in front of the church.

“Howdy, partner.” The leader of the herd spoke up after a few seconds but Jotaro immediately picked up on the false friendliness in the voice.

“What do you want?” He bit back, glaring vehemently.

“Whoa, so angry.” The man mocked with a large grin, turning back to his friends behind him who laughed softly. “You should show me some respect you know.” He then continued, turning back to Jotaro with that grin still on his face. “Did your momma never teach you respect?” He continued jesting but Jotaro didn’t give any reaction, just holding the intimidating glare on the man.

This made him feel as if he was losing grip of the situation, so the man decided to take another approach and laughed a bit while calling out. “Why don’t I teach you some then?” He jokingly pointed his gun at Jotaro and the children whimpered and gasped in fear from behind him. Your grip on his trenchcoat tightened and Jotaro’s reaction was immediate, his right hand pulling back to behind his back before snapping forward, a gun now pointed at the man’s head.

“Try it.” Jotaro’s voice was low and dangerous and even the rider took note of it. “I know exactly what you’re up to. This is a community church, it has nothing of value for you, so take your little group and piss off. You’re scaring the children.” Jotaro calmly spoke as he stared down the barrel of the gun, showing not even a hint of fear, nervousness or hesitation.

“Now... calm down, friend.” The man tried, re-gripping his gun a little nervously.

“We ain’t friends and you know it. Get the hell away from here.” Jotaro’s hand was as steady as ever, his gun constantly pointed at the man’s head without even a single tremor or twitch from holding the iron up.

This angered the man. “You seem to not understand that you are outnumbered here, friend.” He spoke, calling Jotaro that again on purpose, signalling his mates in the meantime, who all grabbed a gun and pointed it at Jotaro as well.

The children cowered even more, small shrieks leaving them and you tried to shush them. “It’s alright, just stay behind me and Jotaro. You’re alright.” You spoke in a hushed tone, petting the heads of those you could reach. You discreetly saw the door to the church open and saw the Sister poke her head out. You quickly and frantically shook your head, a message for her to stay where she was.

“Are you really going to threaten children on church grounds?” Jotaro questioned calmly and the leader growled a bit in anger.

“Stop acting so smug or I’ll blast your head off! And that of that girl too! Give those brats something to look at!”

“Threaten her again and I’ll make sure you’ll never speak again.” Jotaro’s retort was immediate as he glared at the man, lowering his gun just a little to point directly at the mouth of the loud-mouthed bastard.

“Hit a nerve?” The guy smirked. “I’ll say it again, you’re outnumbered.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, son.” A new voice spoke up and everyone’s head whipped to the source. “What’s going on here?” The sheriff spoke, tilting his head a little while two of his deputies joined his side, all of them having their hands hovering over the guns strapped to their belts.

Now that there were a lot more possible enemies, the man wavered. Slowly and reluctantly, he lowered his gun. “Nothing, sheriff. Just a bit of harmless fun.” He spoke and his friends took it as a sign to lower their guns as well.

“Was it? ‘Cause as far as I can see you are threatening innocent children. Now, will you move on yourself or will we have a problem?”

“Tch.” The man gritted his teeth before hitting the reins of his horse, simultaneously softly kicking his feet into its belly, making the animal start calmly stepping forward, the rest of his group following his example as they started riding away at a slow pace.

“Follow them and make sure they leave proper.” The sheriff whispered to his deputies before leaving them to their business and walking over to the gate leading into the church grounds.

Jotaro kept his gun up the entire time the gang of riders were riding away, all of them sending occasional glances back that kept Jotaro on high alert. Only once the deputies rode past and started tailing the men did he finally lower it.

Once he un-cocked the gun and sighed out, the children still cowering behind the two of you finally relaxed a little, two of them bursting into tears as the sheriff walked through the fence and towards the steps of the church - to which you immediately started trying to console them.

“Holy crap! You just won that standoff singlehandedly!!” Jack shouted as the sheriff stepped into earshot, the boy jumping in front of Jotaro with his hands thrown in the air as he looked at the man before him in awe.

“That was so cool!! It was like twenty to one and you still won!” Tommy piped in with an exaggerated number and Jotaro lowered his hat over his eyes, softly letting out his usual catchphrase.

“Are you boys all alright?” The sheriff walked up and Jotaro lifted his gaze again, briefly looking back to see you had succeeded in calming the children down, four of them now clinging to you in a group hug as the doors to the church opened properly, the nun quickly walking out to help comfort the children.

“Yes. Thank you for stepping in.” Jotaro spoke back, nonchalantly putting his gun back in its place, hidden behind his trenchcoat.

“Well, that’s my job.” The sheriff joked before turning a little more serious. “What happened exactly?”

Jotaro looked back at you once again, seeing you now quietly talking with the kids to calm them down. This earned him an elbow poke in the ribs from Tommy and he glared at the kid, making said boy giggle to himself and drag Jack with him, running over to you.

“They came to rob the church, believing it to have many riches like those city churches have, probably.” Jotaro sounded a little indifferent as he turned back to look forward and the sheriff hummed.

“Mr. Kujo saved us, sheriff Miller.” The sister spoke as she walked up, placing a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder blade. Jotaro just looked down at the nun, getting a grateful smile from her and he gave a small barely noticeable nod back.

Something suddenly latched onto his right leg and Jotaro looked down to see Amelia hanging on his pant leg, burying her head into the fabric.

Jotaro just looked at her for a second. He didn’t know what he had done to get her like this, but Amelia had really attached herself to him. Jotaro on the other hand, still had no idea what to do around children. He awkwardly patted her on her head, making her look up. “Go to Y/N, it’s alright.” He spoke, trying his best to sound gentle but it still came out quite gruffly, regrettably enough.

Amelia didn’t seem to care though and stayed latched on his leg while both the nun and the sheriff chuckled discreetly at the young man trying his best. Crouching down to get on eye height with the girl, the sheriff got her attention. “Are you alright?” He asked and Amelia turned her head, half of her face still buried in Jotaro’s trousers but still paying attention. She nodded softly and the sheriff smiled.

“Why don’t you go to Miss L/N, Mr. Kujo? I’ll handle the rest.” The Sister smiled and Jotaro nodded at her, turning around.

Amelia let go of his leg and instead grabbed his hand, trying to pull him along now as she tried to hurry over to you.

Once he was close enough, you noticed and got up, turning around to face him. Amelia let go of his hand and ran to her friends while your eyes crossed with Jotaro’s.

Tears were pricking in the corners and that shocked Jotaro slightly. He had no time to react as you ran over to him and jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder.

He immediately caught you, wrapping his arms around your body and holding it against himself to hold you up. Yet, his eyes were wide as he felt his heart thump. He had no idea what to do. He felt you pressing your face even deeper into his neck, trying to keep yourself from crying in front of the children but Jotaro knew you wanted to, more than anything.

His brain short-circuited and all he could think to do was tighten his hold on you, letting you know he was there.

Some noises to his left caught his attention and he looked over to see Jack and Tommy making kissy faces at him. In an immediate reaction he kicked a rock that lay at his foot to them, making them dodge it and giggle while running away again, joining the other kids while Jotaro silently grumbled to himself, trying to calm his beating heart.

“You alright?” He asked after a minute more of silence and he felt you nod into his shoulder.

“Yeah... you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jotaro questioned and you lifted your head, leaning back a bit to look at his face. Your eyes were a bit red and you sniffled softly.

“Well.” You started with a small sad chuckle. “You did just nearly die.”

To that, Jotaro rolled his eyes. “You clearly read the situation wrong then.” He put you back on your feet, looking to see the nun walking back over to the children while the sheriff was now walking away, sticking his hand up as he looked back in a goodbye before turning around fully and walking back to his horse.

Because he was looking to the sheriff walking away however, he was unable to brace himself when you took a few steps back and jumped right into him, tackling him to the floor.

A heavy ‘oof’ left him as he crashed to the ground with you right on top of him. You immediately sat onto his stomach and Jotaro had to try very hard to suppress a blush at the sight.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of seeing things wrong when I am just worried for your safety.” You spoke, poking his chest in warning, but the teasing look in your eyes told Jotaro exactly what you were thinking.

In return, Jotaro grabbed your wrists and rolled the two of you around so that you were now pinnend under him. “I will accuse you, because you will always remain oblivious.” He spoke, his voice sounding a little strained even though he held a small smirk.

“Oblivious to what?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes. Jotaro didn’t say anything, just looked deeply in your eyes. Neither of you really noticed he was leaning down until his face was inches from yours.

Yet before anything else could happen: “GET HIIIIMMM!!” A young voice screamed out and Jotaro jerked his head back up, looking up past his shoulder only to have three different bodies flung on top of him.

You burst out laughing at Jotaro’s surprised face that only you had a view of, even though you were still trapped under the man, his hands on either side of you as he attempted to keep himself from toppling over and crushing you.

“No, no! Oh dear.” You heard the Sister laugh, having tried to stop the children, only to fail miserably as six of the eight were now on top of Jotaro, trying to bring him down.

Part 2  |  Part 3

#hopelessly in love joot hours #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jojos bizarre adventure #cowboy au #jjba au #jjba #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #long awaited and I hope you like it cause I love it #jotaro x you #jotaro x y/n #jotaro #kujo jotaro #cowboy jotaro

[relaxxattack]

on the subject of paschal lambs

canon-divergent, allium duo drabble /rp

tommy shoves his shovel into the dirt again, and it makes a scraping noise as it comes up. he’s been doing this for a while now, and ranboo finds it almost soothing, as he chops down trees just a bit away.

they haven’t been having a conversation, but they’re far from working in silence— tommy talks loudly and often. (although ranboo sometimes isn’t sure if it’s to himself or to the shovel.)

ranboo doesn’t know why he’s doing this, honestly, besides that he’d been walking by and tommy said “ranboo, get over here,” and so ranboo did. tommy has a way of getting what he wants. it’s very lucky for everyone that tommy’s intentions aren’t sinister, or else they probably would’ve been coerced into accidental villainy long ago.

the enderman has kind of had something on his mind, though, which was probably the reason he was pacing so uselessly, and so willing to do busy work.

“ah, you are a beaut, aren’t you linda?” tommy croons to his shovel, which is honestly kind of weird, but ranboo will move on.

“tommy,” says ranboo suddenly, pausing in his chopping. the axe sits heavy in his hand.

“ranboo,” tommy responds, turning his gaze harshly towards the endermen. “i can’t help but notice you aren’t being very helpful.”

“i wanted to ask you something.”

tommy rolls his eyes. “just chop the trees, man, i have to do this for wilbur! and you’ll really be helping me out, so please do it. i don’t want wilbur to be angry.”

that sounds… eerily similar to how tommy used to talk in the first couple of weeks they knew each other. when ranboo wrote letters and visited to try and keep the other boys’ spirits up in exile.

but he can’t comment on it right this moment, he’s thinking too hard about something else.

“but it’s kind of… important, tommy,” ranboo tries, interrupted by a loud groan from the blonde teen.

“argh, FINE. but chop! while! you talk!”

ranboo nods and lifts the axe again, swiveling at the tree. tommy begins digging again while ranooo collects his words. he’s been picking up and moving the dirt… clearing an area for fort big, probably.

“did technoblade really… execute tubbo?”

tommy stills for a second, his expression still the same. he seems to stay like that for a moment, before he continues digging as if nothing happened.

“well obviously, ranboo. how the fuck’d you think he got all those firework scars all over ‘im? not very observant, are you.”

“well— well i just didn’t want to ask!” ranboo mutters defensively, but he gets somber again after a second. “what… happened?”

tommy stops digging to throw back his head and laughs.

“what do you mean, ‘what happened’?! technoblade fucking exploded him!”

“i know that! i meant— i mean can you tell me about it!” ranboo lowers his axe. “nobody tells me anything on this server! tubbo’s just been— he’s been living with being executed for however long, and he didn’t think to mention it? i want to know if he was scared, i want to know how much it hurt him, i—“

ranboo cuts himself off as he realizes that tommy is standing, staring at him. he’s been ranting. he was even yelling.

“i’m sorry,” ranboo sighs, turning back to the tree.

he swings his axe to add another chop.

he gets three more steady strikes in. the tree will come down soon, his axe is a nice one.

the wind rustles through the forest.

“i was on the roof.” tommy’s voice says into the air. “schlatt boxed tubbo in.”

the spines on ranboo’s back raise a little, because although tommy seems to be talking normally— almost casually— there’s an undertone to it he can’t miss.

“wilbur was next to me,” tommy continues flatly, shoving his shovel into the ground again with a scraping sound. “and wilbur told me— me and tubbo, he said— well because techno was on our side. so we— me and wilbur— we all thought he wouldn’t hurt tubbo. that he wouldn’t.”

tommy’s breath gets shaky for a moment. he clears his throat and tosses aside the dirt. ranboo keeps chopping, pretending not to look.

“well, um. he did, obviously.” a pause followed by the scratching sound of his shovel. “he… hit him, first. and then it was, uh. two rockets. fireworks. one to the torso and one to the neck.”

ranboo’s axe feels ten times heavier.

he doesn’t know what to say.

“was tubbo scared? i mean— pfft, i don’t know, i’m not him. but for me— it was scary as shit.”

scraping. the thump of dirt. the crack of ranboo’s axe. a pause.

“well, you know, i don’t really remember what happened after that— techno said some shit, probably, but it got all… all colorful, and cold, and. and dark purpley.”

“dark purpley?” ranboo wonders aloud, and then immediately feels bad for interrupting.

“yeah. in me head, you know. um… tubbo’s body was in the— the box— and i was in a— pit, and i punched techno. but he punched me better, or more, or fucking. whatever. and now we’re here.”

tommy’s facing away, and he continues the scrape, toss, scrape, toss, of his digging in silence.

ranboo feels like his ears are ringing.

he wonders suddenly if tubbo’s ears were ringing after being shot with two explosive rockets.

probably.

oh, god. he thinks about the way tubbo prances around as if nothing is wrong, with the scars stretching across his arms and chest and neck, as if he hasn’t— as if he hasn’t experienced one of the most cruel injustices in the world.

oh, god, the way ranboo had paraded into snowchester with techno in tow. he remembers— he remembers the way tubbo’s fists had clenched, and shook a little. but tubbo… he’d taken a breath. and he’d been civilized.

he’d been the bigger person.

how— how long has tubbo been being the bigger person? around terrorists, around people who have killed him?

how long has tubbo pushed things under the surface, said he was fine, just to continue on with his day as the ‘mature’ one? how much is he repressing?

ranboo’s hands are freezing cold around the handle of the axe, and he stares off into space as he lands the final blow into the trunk.

the tree slowly tips over, collapsing into the grass easily. the branches pillow out on either side.

there’s a long moment of silence.

“ranboo!” tommy barks, causing the enderman to jump. “don’t just stare, pick it up! these trees aren’t going to farm themselves! wow, you are just kind of— and please, don’t mind my saying so— useless.”

“i’m helping!” ranboo retorts, and he hefts the axe in his grip.

he’s going to have a long think about this later tonight.

and after that—

well. later will come later.

for now… he agreed to help with the trees.

so help he will.

#when i said it was short i wasn’t kidding #anyway this fic doesn’t pass the bechdel test #loyal duo #allium duo #relaxx writes #ranboo #tommyinnit #tubbo #bench trio #fic #d v1 #i was THIS close to naming this silence of the lambs #(please rb with nice tags so i feel good abt myself)

[honey-sweet-hiraeth]

Turmoil Pt.3 (Wanda Maximoff x reader)

Months had passed in the compound and you were doing surprisingly well. You'd started therapy, only to find out that your own trauma and emotions were actually pretty manageable. It was always feeling everyone else's and not knowing how you truly felt that was overwhelming you and making it harder to ignore your intrusive thoughts.

After finding out the real cause of your problems you began training yourself to tune out others emotions, so you only had to feel them if you wanted to. You also taught yourself how to recognize the difference when you felt multiple people's emotions at once. Like how Tony's frustration felt much different than Steve's. Or Natasha's anxiety was softer than most the other's, even when it was resulting in a full blown panic attack.

It was as if you could now detect the personal energy that was attached to each emotion anyone felt.

And it made life easier.

Obviously you still struggled with your own emotions, but they were yours and that made all the difference in how you handled them. You felt like you could finally acknowledge them, knowing they weren't somebody else's confused for your own. It helped you feel more comfortable expressing yourself.

Especially now, as anger coursed through your veins.

You glared icily at Wanda as she stared back at you with wide confused eyes. You had just gotten back from a mission, where Wanda had thrown herself into a group of HYDRA agents in an attempt to distract them from you as you were busy retrieving the data you needed.

It was reckless, and she'd gotten hurt. There were hundreds of better ways to handle the situation, ways that didn't result in Wanda getting the absolute shit beaten out of her.

Now that the initial panic had worn off and Wanda was okay and sitting at the counter in front of you, only a few bruises, some stitches and a split cheekbone as evidence of her impulsivity. You were pissed.

In fact you'd not said a word to her since you had gotten back to the Compound.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or just keep glaring at me and being passive aggressive?" Wanda asked softly, her tone was timid with some barely noticeable undertones of annoyance.

"You're an idiot" You deadpanned "An incredibly recklessly impulsive idiot"

"Excuse me?" Wanda's brow furrowed as she studied you, eyes wide at your harsh tone. You never spoke to anyone at the compound like that, especially not Wanda. The only time anyone had heard you sound half as angry and cold was when you'd broken down and yelled at Steve- but even then you were more confused and sad than angry.

"What the fuck were you even thinking?" You're words came out white-hot as your voice raised slightly, making Wanda flinch as you flailed your arms almost wildly. "You can't just jump into groups of enemies like it's some sort of mosh pit!"

"Y/n, I-" Wanda looked confused and almost hurt at your outburst. "They were headed straight for you, I wasn't thinking- I was just trying to-"

"I don't care what you were trying to do!" Your voice raised further, remembering the pure fear you felt when you saw her body disappear in the crowd of agents after she went down. "You're lucky none of them had guns- you could have gotten killed!"

"But I didn't!" Wanda defended herself, her accent getting thicker as she almost cowered away from you.

"Thank god you didn't!" Your tone took on a sharper bite as you snapped at the trembling Sokovian, "You just got beat up and knocked unconscious instead.- How could you be so- so fucking dumb?"

Wanda looked like she was at a loss for words. She could understand why you were upset. She knew it was only because you cared. She just didn't understand why you were being so mean about it.

"I-" Wanda sounded defeated "I'm sorry for trying to protect you"

You let out a humorless laugh as you looked at her in disbelief.

"Yeah well- I don't need your protection I need you to stick to your job" You snipped offhandedly "and do what you're actually good at"

A heavy silence filled the room, leaving you to your thoughts until you heard Wanda sniff

When you looked up to meet her teary eyes, you knew you'd fucked up.

"Wand-" You were cut off when Wanda dropped her hands to the counter, palms down and stood abruptly.

The hurt look in her eyes made your chest physically ache, you didn't need to use your powers to know what she was feeling.

Wanda took a shaky breath as her tears fell down her cheeks, before she quickly turned and rushed out of the room without another word.

"Fuck!" You closed your eyes and slid to the kitchen floor, your back to the counter, letting out a deep sigh.

"I know you only freaked out because you care about her" Natasha's voice echoed through the silence of the empty kitchen as you heard her footsteps approach. "But that was really fucked up"

You glanced up as Nat grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before coming to sit next to you on the floor.

"You think I don't know that?" You sighed dejectedly and rubbed a hand over your eyes. "She was so quick to just throw herself into them"

Nat watched you silently as you shook your head, a fond smile flashing across your face.

"She was so brave.. She didn't even have to think about it.. But they overpowered her so fast." You sighed softly "When- When she dropped out of sight I- Nat I was so scared I forgot how to fucking breathe"

"You guys are both total idiots, aren't you?" Nat chuckled softly, causing you to raise an eyebrow at her in question. "So are you oblivious to the fact that you're in love with each other, or are you just ignoring it?"

"Um- what?" You looked at the redhead with wide eyes. You knew you and Wanda liked each other, it was always just a known fact between you two. You just never acknowledged it, not wanting to ruin anything.

"Oh come on, you can't expect me to believe that whatever's going on between you two isn't something more than just a silly crush situation" Natasha laughed at your shocked expression. "You guys are obviously more than friends. You're freaking out over her getting hurt, she's willing to jump directly into the face of danger to protect you. Plus you should have seen the way she reacted when Carol asked if you were single."

You sat in silence, just processing the information Natasha had just dropped on you.

It was true. You knew it was true. You loved Wanda and you'd probably just fucked it all up.

"Come on y/n" Natasha gave you a sympathetic smile "Go tell her"

"Tell her?" You tilted your head slighty

"That you love her," Nat smirked "It might help to also tell her your sorry"

"Oh" You nodded in a daze and stood up with Natasha

"Good luck" Natasha smiled and walked off into toward the training room again.

After a while you shook yourself from your daze and made your way to Wanda's room. Stopping short outside the door.

You'd never really knocked before, Wanda gave you access to her room so it was never really locked for you. Friday knew to just let you enter whenever. So it wasn't really a surprise when the door opened on its own for you. You just... Didn't know what to do.

You stood motionless in the doorway, an apologetic look already on your face as your eyes brimmed with tears.

Wanda was sitting on her bed in your sweater that you'd left there that morning. She sniffled softly, with her arms wrapped tightly around a pillow.

"H-hey" Your voice was barely a whisper but it was just enough to catch her attention. Your heart fluttered as she gave you a small smile and patted the spot next to her on the bed.

"Hey" she whispered back, her voice raspy and hoarse. Probably from crying.

You gingerly approached her, nerves twisting your insides.

"I'm sorry" you stopped a few steps away

"I know" Wanda nodded and bit her lip watching you with sad eyes

"I just- I-" You searched desperately for the right words "You scared me so bad- I didn't know how to handle it."

"I know" Wanda repeated with a sigh.

"I was so worried I couldn't process it. So I got angry" You explained further as you shuffled awkwardly on your feet. "I was mean and it was uncalled for and I hope you can forgive me- if not I understand but it would really suck cause- cause I love you."

"Y/n you're my best friend. Of course I forgive you" Wanda chuckled softly, amusement crossing her features before going back to being sad "I'm just a little hurt"

"I understand that" You hugged yourself at the pang of guilt that took over your chest. "How can I fix it?"

"I just don't get it" Wanda started and you furrowed your brows in confusion. "We all risk our life being stupid and impulsive all the time. You've been worried before but you've never yelled at anyone for it. Ever. Why was this so different?"

"Because" You shrugged "I love you"

"And you don't love the others?" Wanda raised an eyebrow

"I- well yeah" You started "but you're different"

"How?" Wanda sighed in frustration "How am I different?"

You huffed softly. You obviously weren't getting through to her.

You slowly and hesitantly took the last few steps forward, closing the space between the two of you. You stood in front of her, between her legs that were now dangling over the edge of her bed.

You stared down into her emerald eyes as she looked at you confusedly. You gently cupped her cheeks and ran your thumbs along her cheekbones taking note of the way her breathing hitched and her eyes immediately fell to your lips before gazing around the rest of your face and settling on looking you in the eyes again.

You'd been in this position thousands of times. The both of you staring at each other, breaths away from crossing that unspoken line between you. Neither of you daring to make a move. Scared to break the spell between you or ruin the friendship.

But this time was different. This time you were going to make it clear to Wanda that she was definitely more than just a friend to you.

"You want to know what makes you different?" You asked softly, causing Wanda to bite her lip, nodding ever-so-slightly. "This."

You leaned in slowly, giving Wanda plenty of time to pull away and hesitantly brushing your lips against hers, hearing her take in a sharp breathy gasp at your movements. You stayed there, breathing each other's air for what felt like hours before you finally pressed your lips firmly to hers, reveling in how soft they felt.

Wanda let out a whimper and kissed back almost immediately, fervently motioning her lips on yours. Her hands fell to your hips, gripping them softly as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to her with a content hum of approval.

You pulled away slowly, smiling at the way Wanda lingered in the same spot, her eyes still closed as she bit her lip. Her eyes fluttered open, a dazed look in them as she smiled that brilliant smile of her's.

"Oh" Wanda giggled and you couldn't help but join her.

"Oh" you repeated back teasingly, watching the way her eyes sparkled as she looked up at you.

"I've been waiting for this for so long it's not even funny" Wanda smiled, biting her lip. Which immediately drew your attention to the action.

"Me too" You shifted closer again before pausing briefly. "Never scare me like that again"

You said finally and Wanda rolled her eyes with a soft smile.

"Shut up and kiss me" Wanda tugged you forward, toward herself, making you stumble at the sudden movement.

"Gladly" You giggled and sat on her lap, your legs on either side of hers as you connected your lips in the second many kisses to come.

The end

Tadaaa! I hope y'all liked reading this as much as I enjoyed working on it :P Have a good night/day y'all🧡

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