#he seems to want a partner but although the conversation with the nurse in his last outing is sweet he's noticeably on that front

[firsttimewriter92]

We were young

John "Soap" MacTavish x f!reader

Summary: A fun evening at your home with task force 141 turnes slightly sour when the topic switches to your previous partners. Soap takes it particularly hard.

Minors, don´t interact!! This is heavy! No smut. Hurt/Comfort

Part 2

Word count: 4.088

Warnings: comfort/fluff in the end BUT: mentions of sexual abuse, talks of virginity taken, abusive ex, stalking, mentions of porn, blood, crying, protective Soap, cursing, heavy topics in general

Authors note: I would like all of you to proceed with caution when reading this fic. Everything you read here actually happened to me and this is MY outlet because I wish I had a Soap at the time I actually realised what had happened to me. I chose him for this fic because I think he´d be just the right person to help. As I said, please be careful but I still hope you enjoy the story and my version of our favourite Scottish golden boy :)

“Okey! Most embarrassing thing your ex ever did!”

You rolled your eyes at a tipsy Gaz trying not to smile. This actually was an interesting question and would surely make this little get together more fun. You were currently sitting on your plush couch in your small living room/kitchen. Around you an assortment of the task force 141.

Gaz was sitting on the floor on one of your throw pillows, leaning heavily onto your wooden coffee table. Next to you on the couch sat Price, contently nursing a beer and smiling mildly. You even got Simon to come. Although it was probably his Captain who forced him to come and unwind from a particular rough mission. Three weeks they had been gone. Another three weeks of worry over your friends.

You had met them when your new neighbor moved in. When you´d heard the ruckus outside your door, you had peeked out carefully only to see three men shouting at each other, trying to maneuver a massive couch through the door. “I swear to god, Soap! You tell me to pivot one more time, I´m goin´ to fuckin´ kill you!” That had been Gaz shouting at a snickering man who had been holding the back of the couch. Meeting his gaze, you´d immediately noticed his piercing blue eyes, full lips and 5 o´clock shadow.

After your initial meeting, things just took off naturally. You would notice when he came back from a mission, quickly moving to the door to say welcome back. He´d always smile at you, no matter how banged up he was, holding a small conversation and then vanishing into his apartment to sleep for days it seemed. After a few months you made it a habit to bring over food every time he came back. He seemed to genuinely worship you for that and at one point didn’t even bother walking into his own living space. He had just knocked on your door, waited until you´d opened it and gave you a tired smile. “Hiya, lass. ´M back and starvin´.

 Meeting the other members of his task force had happened gradually. Johnny had invited you out to a bar one evening and the whole group just seemed to kick it off with you. After that evening you´d brought home a very drunk John MacTavish and helped him into bed. He´d grabbed your arm and tried to cuddle it as he was laying on his bed fully clothed. Snorting you´d knelt down and waited until he was asleep. By the time you´d seen his face relax and his breathing had evened out, you couldn´t help yourself and had touched his face very lightly. Mapping out his features, you had wondered what this usual sunshine of a man had to endure anytime he went away.

You only knew that they were in the military and went on missions. They wouldn’t tell you more and you always thought it was a good thing. You worried none the less about them. If you would actually really know what they were doing, you´d probably lose your goddamn mind.

Johnny had been your neighbor for three years now and you enjoyed those little get togethers at your place immensely. You knew of course that Simon for example only came around because he wanted you to see for yourself that he was okey. Johnny and Gaz were the ones who genuinely wanted to unwind and just have a nice evening and you guessed so did Price. Even though he never really drank much , he always gave the warmest hello and goodbye hugs.

“Good one, Gaz!” bellowed Johnny and plopped down on your recliner giving you a little wink. “You go first, then” he toasted towards Gaz who blinked slowly and pinched his brows. He looked as if he tried really hard to remember something. “He got piss drunk because he thought I was out cheatin´…found him butt naked on my balcony creaming slurs from the top of his lungs. My elderly neighbor almost called the coppers.” He shook his head. “It was just a fling but I called it off the next mornin´. I can´t deal with jealous and crazy.”

Prize sucked in a breath through his teeth and tried to look put off by the story. You could see his beard twitch though and the little laugh lines around his eyes appeared. Johnny was wheezing into his glass of whisky and even Simon had scooted to the edge of his seat on your armchair.

“`Aight, Captain. Let´s hear it then” Gaz said with a grin and leaned back onto his hand. Price huffed and took a swig from his bottle. “´S no way I´m tellin´ that. ´M very happy with the missus” he waved his hand in front, showing off his wedding ring. “We´re talkin´ about our exes, Cap. Not our spouses.” Johnny rolled his eyes good naturedly. It was hard to be annoyed with Price when he was talking about his wife. The man was obsessed. He smirked. “My ex- fiancé is my wife, ya muppet.”

“I don’t think you´ll get an answer out of him, Gaz” you giggled and bumped Price softly with your shoulder. He just shook his head in denial and sipped the rest of his beer. “Fiiiiiiine,” Gaz groaned. “Ghost, your turn.”

You whipped your head around to the bulging figure sitting in your chair, his elbows on his knees. Simon never really talked much and you were sure he wouldn’t get into these kind of shenanigans. To your surprise though (and to everyone else´s as well) he leaned back a little, pulled down his mask to take another big gulp of his scotch and slowly spoke. “She… got a little too excited and uhh…bit me.”

Silence.

“WHAT?!” Johnny almost jumped out of his seat, his full attention on Simon. “What do you mean, she bit you? You realise that can be pretty hot though, right?” Your tipsy brain really tried not to imagine biting into Johnny´s delicious neck. Simon hung his head. “Believe me, she bit a part of me where teeth really aren´t supposed to be used.” 

“Yer arse and parsley, Ghost (You´re talking shit)!!! She bit yer doaber (dick)?!?!” Gaz was already crying with laughter on your carpet as Johnny looked at Simon as if he´d suddenly grew a second head. Until he as well dissolved into cackling wheezes, holding his stomach. You couldn’t help but join in on the laughter whereas Price actually looked mortified this time. “We were fourteen!!” Simon groaned. “We knew fuck-all about what we were doin´.”

Still trying to catch your breath you looked at Simon who gave you an almost pained look, understandably. “But you did have….relationships since then, right? Your last girlfriend wasn´t at the age of 14, was it?” You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

His eyes suddenly narrowed and you knew he was smiling underneath his mask. His eyes glinted a little. “Relationships? None. I joined the military at 16. Not much time for that. Relations?...Plenty.”

Hollering and whooping Gaz and Johnny started clapping while Simon sat back into the chair again. You could feel your face burn pleasantly. Simon coming out of his shell this much and even cracking innuendos made you really happy. “Johnny,” you looked at him. “Your turn.” You were almost bouncing out of your seat out of sheer excitement over what kind of story he would tell.

He still had tears in his eyes but they looked a bit sheepishly at you. “Well,” he drawled. “Not so much an embarrassing story or a story about an ex but…more of a crazy one.” He winked at you and continued. “There was this young lass. She worked at the front desk of the military accommodation office. When I fist joined, she took a likin´ to me. Didn´t think much off it. I was there maybe three or four times. I´ve never seen her outside of the office.” Somehow you didn’t think this story would end that well. You stomach sank a bit. “By the time I was 18 and just about to join the SAS I came home one night with me mates and well…there she was. Naked as a wee baby, standin´ right in the middle of our room.” He shook his head when Gaz started to grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “Would have been funny…if she hadn´t brought a fuckin´ knife and held it to her own throat.”

Ice made its way into your veins and you stared at Johnny disbelievingly, almost in horror. He had a tight lipped smile on his face. No real joy adorning his features.

“We were quick enough so nothing happened but when they dragged her screaming arse out the barracks, she looked more like a banshee than a human.” He sighed heavily. “She seemed like a nice girl. Quiet, but nice.”

“Why in the shit did she do that, though? What did she want?” Gaz looked seriously taken aback.

Johnny took a deep breath through his nose and gave you a nervous side glance. “Me, apparently.”

The ice in your veins was replaced with rage and you balled your fists. What would have happened to Johnny if some crazy stalker hurt herself because of him or worse yet, for him?

Johnny continued. “When they searched her flat they found…stuff. Missing shirts from my room, pictures, something like a shine…I don´t funkin´ know. I never saw any of that. They just told me she lost her shit when she heard I was leaving and joining the SAS.” He shrugged his shoulders and the little glint in his eyes was back. “I´m glad I didn´t see what she had been up to. Freaks me out just knowing about it.”

Gaz pushed out a long breath through his lips. “Maaaaaaaate, what the fuck?! We know you´re a pretty boy but, damn. That´s fucked up.” Johnny chuckled and nodded his head. “Tell me about it. Makes you a little cautious about who you want to date. Not that there is much…dating.” You could clearly see his eyes flicking over to you. You gave him a sweet smile that he immediately returned. His shoulders relaxing more and more. “You can say that again,” Gaz said and grossed his arms behind his head. “We can´t all be as lucky as our dear Captain.”

Price snorted but his chest swelled with a content sigh. It was adorable, really.

“Right then,” Johnny clapped his hands and sat up straight, his torso turned to you. “Onto the most interesting story” he winked. You scoffed. “Don´t be a creep, Johnny” Simon said lowly from his place across from him. He just waved his hand at him dismissively without looking away from your face.

You also sat up straight again and giggled. “It´s not about my recent ex...I don’t have many of them anyway but…” your shoulders shook in an effort not to laugh out loud. “My first ever boyfriend? He tried to take my virginity…in his moms bed!!” You started cackling. Gaz and Johnny joining in. “Jesus” you heard Price mutter from next to you, chuckling.

Gaz was rolling on the floor “You´ve got to be shitting me” he wheezed. “He did not!” Clutching your stomach you wiped away at your eyes and nodded. “´M not kidding.”

“H-how old…How old was that idiot?” Johnny asked you through hearty laughs. “He was eighteeeeen” you wheezed. Another roll of laughter went through the room. “I was only sixteen and had no idea how relationships were supposed to work but I did get that that was NOT it.”

Johnny seemed to sober up a little bit, though still grinning he looked intently at you. “Please tell me you dumped his arse, lass.” You nodded. “Eventually yes. I mean…like I said, I didn’t have any experience with having a boyfriend. But by the time he tried to actively isolate me from my friends and my family, I´ve had enough. He tried to take me away from a family event even though I told him I couldn’t spend time with him that weekend.” Slowly their laughter ebbed away to little chuckles. You felt like something shifted in the air. Johnny´s grin looked forced all of a sudden.

Trying to light up the mood you quickly turned back to the previous topic, starting to laugh again. “Also…get this…this idiot was so hellbent on taking my virginity, he even undressed me in my sleep! Telling me I probably did it myself and I should listen to what my body wants.”

This time the change in the air was almost tangible. Johnny´s face fell completely and his eyes went stone cold. Gaz was staring at you from the floor with a disbelieving look on his face and Simons knuckles turned white. Your stomach clenched uncomfortably. You tried to think about these events in a comical way whenever you could, because if you didn´t, that would only mean these happenings were nothing else but…

Price´s face appeared in your peripheral and you turned your head. His eyes were warm but stern when he spoke. “___, love. You know what he actually did, right?” You took a long breath through your nose and nodded your head. “Yes, yes I know what he did. I sensed the danger and got out. Believe me, bullshit like that will never happen to me again.” You tried to give your friends an encouraging smile. “Nothing else happened. He was just a massive creep.”

Gaz finally caught himself. “Yeah, no kiddin´” he said with an angry huff. “What a dick! Who thinks that´s how you woo a young lady into giving you her virginity no less? Bleachch…” He made a retching sound with his throat. “Yeah, yeah” you said. Feeling Johnny still boring his eyes into you from the side you tried desperately to change the mood again. “So tell us then, Gaz. How did you do it?”

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Thankfully your distraction worked and after another two hours of drinking and light-hearted conversation, Price and Gaz got up to go home. Price mumbled something about not wanting to leave his wife alone for too long while hugging you to his broad chest. You wound your arms around his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “Again…I´m so happy for you. Make sure you get some ice cream and pickles on your way back.” He grinned adorably when he let you go and walked outside, waiting for the others. Gaz too hugged you and gave you a small wink. “Thanks for having us,___. As always.” You nodded and he hesitated for a second. “If there´s anything you want to talk about, call me.” Your heart swelled for your friend as you smiled at him. “I will” you promised him.

Next was Simon. He raised one of his large hands as he always did, put it on your head, as he always did and gently rubbed your scalp, as he always did. Smiling up at him he gave you a meaningful look. “I know, Simon” you said before he had to speak. Huffing a little bit he patted your head once more and also left.

You had a feeling you knew why, when you turned away from the door, Johnny was still standing in your living room awkwardly. He made eye contact with you and tried to smile but his eyes were still full of concern and anger. You didn’t like that look on him. He turned quickly and began cleaning up the various bottles and glasses, bringing them to your kitchen.

Thinking it was probably best to give him some time you picked up the throw pillow and rearranged your furniture back to its original place. You could hear him take a deep breath behind you.

“Was that really all he did?” he asked in a seemingly calm voice. You knew better. He was boiling up inside. “Johnny…” you breathed in a small voice. This was truly not something you wanted to get into too deep tonight. “Did he. Do. Anything. Else?” He didn’t sound angry. In fact his voice was clear and soft. You knew he would not let this go. Johnny was way too stubborn for that. Giving into your fate you sat down on the sofa again and patted the space next to you. He moved quickly but didn’t sit down next to you.

He sat down on your sturdy, wooden coffee table right in front of you, leaning onto his knees. Your gaze shot to his jean clad thighs and folded hands. Thank god he was wearing a long sleeved Henley. You didn’t  think you could´ve handled a peek of his forearms right now. He was so close your heart began hammering. Not just because of the conversation you were about to have with him. He smelled so good. Like laundry detergent, peppermint aftershave and warm summer winds at the sea.

Looking back up into his face his eyes were soft and warm. Ever present though, was the piercing colour that always reminded you of blue shattered glass.

“You don’t have to tell me” he reassured you in a whisper. “But sometimes talking about these things can actually help.” You knew he was right, so you nodded your head softly and took another deep breath. Folding your hands in your lap, nervously rubbing them together you began to speak.

“As I said, he was hellbent on taking my virginity. It was like he was obsessed with it. Always wanted to talk about it. Everything we talked about kind of always ended there. To be honest…I was flattered at the beginning that he wanted to give me that experience so badly. He was my boyfriend, I liked him a lot.” Johnny nodded in understanding.

“But when he started to become obsessive I felt less and less comfortable. He´d pick me up from a friends birthday party way before it actually ended. He tried to pick me up from school so I could spend the rest of the day with him and bring me back to my parents’ house later. Basically just to sleep there. On the weekends I basically had to force him to meet any of my friends because he didn’t want me to leave him to go see them.”

Saying all of this out loud made your blood boil. “Yes, I know I was only sixteen but I should´ve realized sooner what he was doing. He undressed me in my sleep!!” Your voice rose while you spoke your last words and your hands suddenly became fists. Without hesitation Johnny grabbed them and soothingly rubbed his fingers over your knuckles. “___, listen to me. What he did is nothing short of…I´m so sorry…sexual abuse. He took advantage of the fact that you liked him. But seriously. All I can hear is that you stood your ground. You still went to see your friends, you ended it when it was too much. What he did…” his features became hard once more. “What he did happened without your consent. That´s inexcusable.”

“It´s not all” you choked out, realizing horrified that your eyes began to water, threatening to spill over if you actually told him. He stilled for a moment and then relaxed again. Still holding your hands protectively he said “Tell me. I´m here, just tell me.”

“When he saw that talking about having sex with me wasn’t going anywhere he…he tried to take my, as he put it ´fear´ away by showing me…these…I´d never seen porn like that before, Johnny.” You could hear the fear in your voice as your sixteen year old self tried to explain herself. The tears were there, falling onto your cheeks as you looked him in the eyes. His hands moved to your face and carefully wiped them away while speaking. “He showed you videos?” You nodded, sniffling. “Of women having their virginity taken. `See? It´s not that bad´ ´They´re not scared´…They were bleeding, Johnny.”

He was next to you on the couch in an instant, hugging you close to him. His gentle hands and reassuring presence warmed every cell of your body and without thinking about it you clambered onto his lap and buried your face in his neck. Immediately his arm wound around your waist and pulled you as close as possible to him. His other hand came up to your face and gently held it, softly dragging his fingertips over your damp cheeks and jaw. From this angle you couldn’t see his face of course but by the way his thighs were shaking and his pulse was thumping wildly against your forehead you knew he tried to hold himself back from exploding.

And still, right now he was so calming and comforting. His body heat encasing you, warming your clammy hands, his gentle fingers rubbing security and safety back into your body. You´d always felt like that with him. Secure and safe. He was playful and earnest. He flirted with you but only if you responded in kind. It was fun. He´d never given you the feeling of being pushed into a corner. That you had to respond, that you had to react. Suddenly a very clear revelation came to you.

If it came to him, to Johnny, you trusted him. Not just as a friend. You´d trust him with every aspect of your mind…and body. Not being able to remember when the last time was you trusted someone like this, you grabbed onto his Henley and nuzzled your nose into the base of his neck.

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Johnny was in trouble. Big, big trouble. He could feel the rage boiling in his veins as he still held your sleeping form on the couch half an hour later. His chin propped up onto your head, he was still drawing patters onto your waist and neck. He felt twisted. Finally he was able to hold you the way he wanted to for a very long time. Securely tucked into him, without a worry in the world. But that was just it, wasn’t it? There was worry. Worry and fear were the reasons he held you right now. He´d take it, though. All of it if it meant he was able to sooth you, help you. He´d listen to every single bad experience you´ve had, just to slowly and gradually show you that not all men were these…absolutely fuckin´ spineless, narcissistic, balls less, creepy, psychopathic….calm down, Johnny. He took a deep breath. When it came down to it, he just wanted to show you, let you know that he wasn’t like that. That he cared for you, adored you, respected you.

Hearing what you´d been through with just the first romantic relation in your life, he realized that this venture would probably proof to be more complicated than he thought. Screw it! He was determined.

He looked down onto your sleeping face and his heart squeezed in his chest. You were the most caring, selfless person he´d ever met. He was genuinely impressed with how you managed to be such an angel of a person even though something like this happened to you at such a young age. And it wasn´t like you couldn’t handle yourself. He had seen you feisty. Nothing that would scare him but it sure did the baw bag that had tried to feel you up one night.

Shaking his head lightly he carefully got up and maneuverer you onto your couch. Your fuzzy blanket was draped securely over you when he quickly scribbled down a note for you and lay it on the coffee table in front of you. You mumbled something in your sleep. Johnny leaned down to you and carefully lay a hand on your cheek. A smile made its way onto your lips and he nearly sat down on the carpet to watch you sleep all night. Making sure you were well rested. But then the knot in his stomach twisted once more.

He felt it. The unbearable rage he´d felt for the last three hours almost making its way up his throat like bile. With the last ounce of gentleness he had in him he lightly kissed your forehead and turned towards the door.

As he was walking outside he pulled out his cell phone.

Johnny, she alright?

“Yea…well, kind of. You at the base´s gym, Lt?”

Yeah. Couldn’t sleep. Why?

“Meet ya there in 20 minutes”

Wha´ happened?

“I need to punch the shite out of someone without actually killin´ em!”

He could hear his Lt chuckle.

´Aright. See you in 20.

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Thank you very much for reading. I hope I didn´t scar you for life. :) I would love a like, comment or reblog. They always make me happy. If you experienced anything of the likes of what is written above, I hope you´re doing okey and have someone to talk about this. If not, send me a message. I´d like to help.

A part 2 is not planned but if requested, I´ll find a way to do it :)

Love you all and please take care of yourselves! <3

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𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎

☆ Pairing: Nanami x Fem!reader

☆ Genre: Alternate Reality, Comfort, Fluff

☆ Synopsis: The Shibuya Incident has just ended, and it has taken a toll on civilians and sorcerers alike. FemSorcerer!Reader is Nanami's fighting partner and lover. They are both fatally injured, but FemSorcerer!Reader was hit with a fatal blow to her eye to save both of them in a last effort to win against Mahito. Nanami, on the other hand, has deep scars prominent on the left side of his body that'll take time to heal.

☆ Warnings: Mentions of violence. The plot doesn't follow along with the manga's ending of the shibuya incident.

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The Shibuya incident; a tragic night on the 31st day of October that made an impact on the lives of civilians and sorcerers alike. Lives were lost, injuries were inflicted, but the result was a hard-earned victory. 

It was a cold winter morning at Tokyo Hospital. Christmas was about to come in a few weeks, yet everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of the tragedy.

It has been three days since you regained consciousness in the comfort of your hospital room, with bandages wrapped around your body, most specifically, your eyes. The first time you woke up, your lover Nanami was overjoyed even though he himself is still recovering from deep scars. Ever since then, he visited your room everyday to keep you company.

This day, the doctor had given you permission to take the bandages off your eyes after the surgery. Although you wanted to finally escape from the pitch black view you’ve only been able to see for the past few days, anxiety and doubt filled your heart as to how everyone will react to your new appearance. As a result, you requested them to only handle the outer layers of bandaging and leave the inner layer to you, if it’s possible. The medical staff agreed and complied with your request.

The nurses left the room and had a conversation with someone outside. Turns out, it was Nanami, whose voice you’ve recognized the moment he entered the room, bringing food as usual.

“Good Morning, Darling. I heard about the good news from the doctors. I asked them about your condition, and they told me that your eyes were healed already. I also asked them if the bandages may be unwrapped already, but they told me to ask you directly.”

You heard the sound of the stool being pulled from the side, as he sat on it to keep you company.  

“I brought you breakfast, but I figured that it'd be more enjoyable to eat it while watching the snowflakes fall.”

You felt his cold hands carefully make their way to hold your right hand and used the other to support your back. When you were sitting in a stable position, Nanami cupped your cheeks and brushed off your hair, tucking them behind your ear.

“Darling, shall we remove your bandages now?”

His voice was gentle, especially his touch. It seemed as if we were dealing with a troubled child–ignoring the fact that he was talking to a woman the same age as him.

“Please don’t.”

The sudden response caught him off guard, causing him to give you a confused hum.

“Hm? Is there something wrong, dear?"

There was definitely something wrong–the purple eyes that your lover complimented the most were now damaged. Those eyes that once shined bright can only gleam from the right side and never on the left. Before, they looked like two gemstones, and now one has lost its light.

“Nanami … can you close your eyes while I unwrap my bandages..? I’ll tell you when to open them.”

“...And please prepare a mirror.”

You intended to cover your left eye first before seeing Nanami. After all, you asked a nurse on duty with you a few nights ago about what had happened to your eyes. She said that one eye was just injured by some debris and could be healed by medication. However, one eye was beyond repair, and the only solution was to get surgery done and to transplant a new one. 

It was impossible to find purple eyes like yours; after all, your family lineage was a secluded one, and all of your family members were in healthy conditions. The last thing you’d want to happen is for them to give up their eye to transplant it to yours. 

Just a few words in, and your lover understood what you were feeling. It pained him to see you like this, but just as always, he knew how to comfort the woman he so loved.

“Alright darling, I’ll do as you say so. But please, make it quick, I want to see my muse immediately.”

You started taking off the bandages wrapped around your eye, and you finally saw a faint light after weeks of only seeing darkness. When your eyes were completely revealed, everything was blurry. You felt your way through the blurry surroundings to get the mirror you asked for in Nanami’s hands. As soon as you looked at the mirror, you barely saw anything, but it was clear that the right iris was purple and the left iris was black. “It looks weird,” you thought to yourself, not realizing you said that out loud.

“What is weird, darling?”

You were shocked to hear Nanami’s response, so you immediately checked his face up close whether he really was closing his eyes. He indeed kept his promise as his eyes were closed.

You were insecure about how you looked right now–face full of healing scars, swollen left eye just from a surgery, and bandages still covering a third of your face.

“Nanami, I’m sorry but can you leave the room? I’ll hide under my blanket and you can go right after.”

Just after having said the last word, Nanami pulled you into a hug and rested his head on the right side of your neck.

“Darling, I know you’re not feeling well right now, but at least allow me to care for you. If you want, I can keep my eyes closed the whole time. But please, let me stay with you.”

As someone raised to be tough, you had to keep a flawless facade that never faltered. You believed that you should be perfect–in physical strength, appearance, and emotion. Everyone expected for a grade 1 sorcerer like you to remain composed, even through the harshest of times. However, things were different with Nanami. He didn’t bother seeing you vulnerable–heck, he’d even comfort you out of it. As a result, hearing those words made your heart swell with tears, and you finally melted into his embrace. 

“It’s alright darling, you can cry on me until you’re feeling good. What is it bothering you? Does your surgery hurt?”

Still crying, you responded to him with a hoarse voice.

“I-it’s just that my eyes aren’t as they used to be–sniffles–M-my left eye is now–”

Hearing you struggling to catch your breath because of crying, he gently patted your back to signal his interruption.

“Shhh darling, I know about it. I’ve heard about it already a few days ago. It’s okay to feel sad about it, but please remember you’ll still be the most beautiful woman in my eyes–no matter how you look…”

You two remained in that position for quite a bit, until finally, you felt comfortable enough to sit straight and face your lover. When you pulled away from the hug, you couldn’t help but realize how he was also bandaged all over his body–significantly more than yours. He was also covered in deeper scars, yet you still thought he was handsome. Suddenly, you thought to yourself, “If I still think he is handsome with these scars, would he still think I’m pretty too?”

Your train of thoughts are disturbed when Nanami asks a question. 

“So, can I see my muse now? Is it okay for me to open my eyes?” 

You were hesitant to reply at first, but with his affectionate words and his smile, you just couldn't resist him. Finally, you agreed with a soft whisper and said “yes.” 

As soon as he opened his eyes, his smile grew wider and he held your hand gently. He used the other to cup your cheeks, before affirming you with his words.

“I think I just fell in love with you all over again. What’s your name, miss? Can I court you?"

You giggled as his smooth-talk went on. He was acting as if you two hadn’t been together for four years and engaged. It didn’t take long until you found yourself swaying with your fiance to the jazz music played in your hospital room, while he whispers sweet nothings to your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n”

“Should I call you darling or sweetheart?”

“Should I ask for your hand in marriage again?”

For the past four years that you’ve been together, he never failed to make your heart skip a beat. Even at this moment, you’re blushing so hard at everything he says, to the point that anyone would say you look like a smiling tomato. 

Time has flown by quickly and after all the dancing and cuddling, it is now 9 pm in the evening. 

“Nanami, you should get some rest now. You also need to recover, you know.”

“Alright, darling. As long as you wish me a Good Night with sweet dreams first. Also a kiss. Would that be possible?” 

This man has many sides to his personality, but this one was the one you liked the most–him just being clingy and cute.

“That goes without saying.”

You give Nanami a kiss and wish him goodnight, as he walks to his room next to yours, about to drift off.

The winter night was cold, but your heart was warm after spending the day in Nanami’s presence.

｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ The end ~

Notes: This is my first fanfic ever written, and English isn't my first language. Author-san (me) wrote this to cope with the pain of chapter 120 ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

Please lmk if you're interested in a prequel and sequel ! I already have those in mind.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanami comfort #comfort #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #alternate reality #au #fluff and comfort #jujutsu kaisen

[beelmons]

This blurb is an aftermath of love comes in moments, a very angsty fic I wrote, hehe. Dedicated to the biggest cheerleader of the story @cassiemartzz

Bad days for Spencer were not when he wasn't able to recognize his own friends, no, on the contrary, he dreaded the days when his mind was so clear he could picture every cursed decision he had ever made, like being forced to watch a movie of his own sorrow, and the director was himself.

On a good day, he'd wake up slightly foggy, brain gone enough to not recall, but present enough to relearn. He would sit for hours reading about everything and anything he could get his hands on, taking strolls by the garden, and trying to beat himself at chess.

He enjoyed the breeze on his face as he moved his queen two spaces to the right, the benches were comfortable, although a bit nostalgic, since years before he'd sit the exact same way with a loved one, to talk about nothing.

"Sir, someone's here to see you." the slim figure of a facility nurse interrupted his concentrantion.

He looked up in a rush, examining the features of the young man that nervously stood next to her. He looked oddly familiar, but then he always had that sensation about people that came to visit.

"Hi, Dr. Reid" he simply waved his hand in an awkward gesture "We spoke on the phone a week ago? My auntie Penelope told me it was okay to come today."

"Right," he lied, he didn't remember, but he tried not to be dismissive, so he offered a seat for his visitor across the chess board "what can I do you for?"

The man couldn't be over 30, slim, yet toned at his body. He bounced like a puppy receiving a new toy as he sat down, and he pulled a bunch of papers from the bag he carried on his side.

"I'm a Supervisory Special Agent with the FBI; I just started at the BAU last year, and I'm writing a thesis on the psychology behind cypher linguistics. I would love to hear about some of the cyphers you tracked during your career." the kid explained.

Reid was in awe at the admiration the youngling showed. Never did he realize the impact he could have in the younger generations, even when he had dedicated a good part of his life to teaching.

"Pretty young to be joining the BAU, congratulations." he offered a smile.

"Well, it's nothing impressive." the nameless man said "You joined at 22."

The older doctor's eyes narrowed, and he let out an embarrassed chuckle. "You seem to know me pretty well"

"Well, you were kind of a celebrity in my house growing up. I always wondered why my mother never took us to meet you." the guy admitted. He stared in confusion for a second, noticing in Reid's expression that he wasn't quite following the conversation. "My mother? She was an old partner of yours back in her agent days."

The kid rummaged through his bag in search for something, and after a couple of seconds he slipped a printed picture across the board. Reid had to bite back a smile as he examined it. The very first picture you had taken together, on his birthday, with your head on his shoulder, and the stupid blue hat that would haunt him until his last breath.

"She, uhm," he swallowed back a nervous knot "talked about me?" Reid asked.

"All the time." the young man smiled, and it was so painfully obvious that he was your son, how didn't he see it right away? He had your glorious, beaming smile "And if it wasn't her, I would hear millions of stories from auntie Penelope and auntie Emily, even my uncle Aaron. My cousin Michael and I could sit for hours listening to them, you were like super heroes to us."

For once, Reid welcomed the clarity of his memory with love. Perhaps, when it came, he focused on the wrong parts of his life. After all, every decision he had ever made, someway or another, would lead him to you, or at least a part of you.

"So, you want to study cyphers?" the doctor continued, and the man in front of him beamed at the words.

"Actually, if possible, I would like to take you out for dinner to discuss it. I know a pretty good indian place, and they are open all night if the chat gets too interesting."

He was physically uncapable of holding back his smile any longer. You were present in every aspect of that young man, the history of you was plastered on his personality.

"Ms. Garcia is the legal guardian, so she would have to be here to allow the temporary exit of Dr. Reid." the nurse clarified.

"She's actually on her way, should arrive in about 15 minutes." the young man explained.

The nurse excused herself to start the paperwork needed for the event. He was as polite as you were to service workers, the mannerisms in the way he talked, even the way he stood. He couldn't lie to himself, relief washed over him once he knew you hadn't forgotten him, that you still carried a part of him on you, and you had passed that down.

Perhaps, after all these years, you no longer loved him, but certainly the print of his presence was still vivid in this fine young man, the one you had raised to be the hero the two of you once were.

"15 minutes is a lot of time. You play?" Reid asked pointing at the board.

"Since I was 5." the youngster bragged.

They arranged the pieces and the match began. It had been a while since he'd felt his brain so stimulated. The man could see four, five moves ahead, and your son could always keep up. At last, the ever experienced Dr. Reid ended up as the victor, earning a groan from the younger man.

"It was a really good game, thank you, uhm..." the doctor began to say, struggling to remember how to address the boy "Sorry, kid, I'm afraid I don't know your name yet."

"Oh, right!" he said with a smile "My name is Spencer."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #i'll tage the rest tomorrow #for now a mimir #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fan fic #spencer reid x you #spencer reid/reader #spencer reid/reader smut #blurb: spencer #blurb: criminal minds #blurb: mine

[hollowwrites]

Blindsided

Part 11

Ominis x MC

Summary - Evelyn spends her first time at Hogwarts without Ominis.

This chapter gives me such Bella in New Moons vibes.

It’s a lot shorter than my other parts but that’s cause it’s just so sad and I want to get to happy couple Omilyn…right now!!

Warnings - Pain, Crucio, Anxiety, Everything we love about our boi Omi. All Characters aged up 18+

Word Count - 3037

~

“Can we go over it again?”

Sebastian rubbed his forehead. He had sat in a chair opposite Garreth for the better half of an hour, his Tri wizard uniform still clinging to him where blood and sweat had settled.

Garreth had come straight to Sebastian and Eve after having a conversation with his Aunt, shortly after the completion of the first trial. They had invited him to the Slytherin Common Room to discuss what she had said.

But that was an age ago and the conversation had gone nowhere.

“We’ve been over this, Evie…he’s gone” Sebastian mumbled, the guilt of knowing where Ominis was, was eating at him. He clung to his side, the ache of the Acromantula bite still throbbing, despite the treatment Nurse Blainey had forced upon him.

“It’s fine Seb. She’s just worried” Garreth stood putting his hand on Evelyns waist, to stop her pacing. “Sit, Eve, you’ll wear a hole through the floor” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

Evelyn sighed and sat on the coffee table, her leg bouncing from anxiety.

“I’m sorry, just…one more time. Maybe I’ve missed something” she said, the struggle to maintain her calm exterior quite clear.

“Okay.” He took her hands in his, rubbing soothing circles into her palms.

“I went to see my Aunt after the trial. I saw Ominis leaving her office. He told me to look after you and then headed straight to the transfiguration floo flame. Didn’t even get the chance to ask what he meant by that. When I spoke to my Aunt, she said he was authorising some time off but wouldn’t say what for. She tried to press him for more information, saying she has a duty of care to make sure he’s safe but he refused…I’m inclined to believe her. I’m sorry I can’t be of anymore help” Garreth repeated for the third time.

“Thank you, Garr.” She sighed

“Come on mate, I’ll let you out. Don’t know what that snake will do to a Gryffindor trying to leave.” Sebastian stood ushering Garreth out.

Before he left, Garreth placed a hand on Eves shoulder and gave her a squeeze. They both filtered out, leaving Evelyn alone.

Maybe she was overreacting.

It had only been a few hours.

But they were inseparable…

…and he’d…kissed her.

Although the conversation with Professor Weasley did seem to imply…Ominis was gone.

~

It had been three days.

And no one had heard from Ominis.

Lessons had gone by in a bit of a blur. She hadn’t paid attention to a single one. Her body was possessed, making its way from lesson to lesson out of instinct. Until the work day had ended, and she found herself curled up on the large common room sofas, waiting for a tall blond Slytherin to walk down the staircase.

Each night, Sebastian came out to check on her, pulling a blanket over her and leaving her a glass of water.

He had to pretend he wasn’t worried. But Ominis had said he would only be gone a day maybe two. Tipping into the third day made Sebastians’ chest tight. But what could he do? He’d told Evelyn he didn’t know where he was.

I’ll give him one more day…then I’m telling her

~

The next day came with an unwelcome announcement.

Today and Friday would be practise for the Yule Ball.

As the Slytherin and Gryffindor student filtered into the Great Hall, an overwhelming feeling of teenage angst filled the room.

Typically, the boys were loudly complaining that the dance was stupid. The girls moaned the boys weren’t taking it seriously. Everyone was furious that the Slytherins had to partner with a Gryffindor, and Sebastian and Imelda were upset they couldn’t practise with each other.

After a brief demonstration of the proper dancing etiquette, and a stern talking to about the where not to put your hands, the hall erupted into chatter. Couples breaking off and dancing in the centre. Professor Weasley and Sharp paced around the hall between the dance partners, issuing guidance and the occasional swift slap to wandering hands.

Garreth approached Evelyn, off to the side, with a sympathetic smile.

“Neither of us can dance with who want to so…” he bowed deeply in front of her, offering her his hand “Would you give me the distinct honour of going to the practise ball with me?”

“Of course” she smiled warmly “There’s no one else in Gryffindor I’d rather dance with” she said spying Leander out of the corner of her eye. He was approaching Imelda. “Oh Prewett is feeling brave” they both turned towards them.

Sebastian had already agreed to dance with Cressida, a decision he had quickly come to regret. She was loudly chastising him for stepping on her feet and not correctly performing the routine. He rolled his eyes and spun her closer to Imelda and Leander, listening intently. Though the spin was executed perfectly, Cressida continued her scolding.

Imelda peeked over Leanders shoulder at Sebastian, smirking. She agreed to dance with the lanky Gryffindor, though her nose turned up when his hand fell to her waist.

The ‘dance’ between Imelda and Sebastian made Evelyns heart ache. They were so in love. The playful outdoing of each other and sly looks they shot as they danced near each other was…painful.

Ominis would hate this

It wasn’t until Garreth turned her away from them that she remembered, she was supposed to be dancing. Garreth had guided her to the dance floor whilst she tortured herself staring at happy couples and awkward encounters alike.

This could be us

Her mind swirled of images of her dancing with Ominis, his touch on her waist light and commanding. She suspected he would be good at dancing, the way he held himself was already graceful, she just needed to slot herself along side him and he would do the rest.

Or perhaps he would refuse, and they would stand off to the side gossiping about their friends and revelling in the drama of it all. She exhaled a silent laugh, imagining regaling Ominis with the tale of Imelda and Sebastian.

‘Thank goodness I’m blind’

She heard him clear as day in her mind.

This was a bit too much.

And Garreth noticed.

He pulled her towards his chest, rocking her slightly back and forth. To hell with etiquette. Better this than allow her to embarrass herself crying at a practise ball.

Professor Weasley walked by, opening her mouth to chide her nephew for setting a bad example. He looked at his Aunt and shook his head. Perhaps she could allow this one little indiscretion. She nodded before walking on.

“Eve?” Garreth lowered his head, his hair falling over both his and her face “Do you want leave?“

She pulled her head back up. Her face was flushed but not splotchy. So she hadn’t been crying? Progress. She smiled emptily up at Garreth.

“Thanks Garr. But I’m fine” she swallowed thickly “I’m past being upset now…I’m just worried” she took a step back to take up the proper dance position, holding his shoulder and hand whilst his other fell to her waist. They stepped in tempo with everyone else, their bond making it easy to perform the simple routine. And Garreths playful nature made it easy to have fun.

“You don’t have to lie to me, Ev” he looked at her earnestly “I’d be devastated if Anne had gone missing. If I hadn’t the ability to write her whilst she was ill…I don’t know…I may have gone mad. I have no clue what you’re going through.”

“Did you know he kissed me before he left?” She said blankly

“I didn’t no.” She felt his hand tighten around hers, his lips curling upwards into a small smile “Thats good though isn’t it?”

“What if it was a good bye kiss…”

“Did it…feel like a good bye kiss?” he asked. They were close, he considered Evelyn to be one of his best friends, but he had no idea if she would be comfortable with this line of questioning.

She thought about the way Ominis’ arm clung to her and pulled her closer. The way his tongue lapped at her parted lips…

“I’m going to guess based on the lovely shade of pink you have turned that it wasn’t a good bye kiss” Garreth teased, watching her cheeks blush brightly. The tiniest hint of a smile plucked at her lips. He pushed her away into a spin, the tiny smile erupting into a giggle.

“I don’t think it was”

“Then try not to worry. He’ll come back. He’s probably just forgotten to tell you he was doing something. I know he’s all regal and…princely…” Garreth struggled with the words but continued anyway “but at the end of the day, he’s a man. We’re all a little bit stupid”

She almost agreed, her worry subsided for a fraction of a second…

Before the huge double doors slammed open and ‘little’ Lucan Brattleby stood panting in the doorway.

“Mr Brattleby, sixth year practise is tomorrow.” Professor Sharp shouted from across the hall “You will get your chance to-“

“Yeah, not bothered by all that, Sallow, Hollow…You’re gonna wanna see this”

~

The Hospital Wing.

Of course, when he got back he’d be in the Hospital Wing.

Lucan had told Sebastian and Evelyn that he’d seen Ominis entering the Infirmary as he was leaving, after the ‘little’ Gryffindor took a pretty bad Diffindo to the side. They’d immediately made their way there and as they burst through to the ward, he was there.

“…with all due respect, Miss Blainey” Ominis spat “I know a little bit more about Dark Magic than you do. Give me some Wiggenweld so I can be on my way”

“Ah, Miss Hollow and Mr Sallow perhaps you can speak some sense into Mr Gaunt” she looked Ominis up and down before turning on her heels to deal with another student, lying on one of the bed, moping.

Ominis seemed surprised that they were here. Like he couldn’t hear them.

“…Damn it” he muttered

His casual and unbothered attitude, angered Evelyn. Almost as though he didn’t care that she’d spent the last three day fretting.

“Ominis Gaunt” she tried to check her tone, she really did, but speaking through clenched teeth has a way of making someone sound…angry “Where the bloody hell have you been?!”

“Not anymore” he approached the pair ushering them out of the Hospital Ward. His lips had the faintest smile upon them.

“What?”

“I’m not Ominis Gaunt anymore” he exhaled a breathe of relief, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

“So everything went to plan?” Sebastian spoke finally.

“Clearly not” Ominis muttered, pointing to the Ward behind him.

“I knew you knew where he was” she jabbed at Sebastian’s chest whilst he looked sympathetically at her “What went to plan? Whats happening? If someone doesn’t explain what the hell is going on I’m going to…”

Her next breath almost choked her. As Ominis strained to hear what direction she came from, she finally saw the reason why. He turned his head to reveal a nasty purple bruise creeping up his neck and partially over his ear. In the centre, the familiar intricate swirl of The Cruciatus Curse. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind before she grabbed at his collar, his eyes going wide as she pulled him down to her eyeline “Why have you been cursed? Who did this?”

“Which of those twenty questions would you like me answer first?” He snatched his collar away from her, smoothing out his shirt. He had only ever sounded like this twice. When he shouted at her leaving the Undercroft for the first time and when he confronted Sebastian about the Relic.

The audacity for him to speak to her like that right now.

“Do not get snippy with me. I have not slept worrying about you. You…you just left me…” the pair gravitated towards each other unlike Sebastian had ever seen. The usual delicate dance between the two of them was shattered as they squared up to one another.

These were his best friends…

“I’ll leave you two to talk” He said touching Ominis’ shoulder. “It’s good to see you” Ominis nodded to Sebastian and he left.

Several seconds went by as the two of them faced off in hallway. Ominis raised his wand, the familiar echo charm humming inches from her face. His face contorted as he tried to hear her, feel her, but his damaged ear made it harder than usual. She found herself…softening.

”Where were you?” She finally asks, her voice small.

”I- I went to see my family” he admits

”Your…family?” her mind flooded full of pictures of his scarred and marred body “Merlin…they cursed you”

”Yes…my brother…he-“

”Why…why would you do that to yourself?” Her tone was accusatory. She flinched at the sound of it leaving her own lips and prayed he didn’t think she was saying he brought this on himself. He didn’t.

”Do you remember my Aunt Noctuas’ final letters that you found?” She nods, her mind swirling and racing, she forgot he can’t actually see her “Originally I intended to take them to my Aunts friend and give him some closure…but he told me she had left me everything in her will. We used her money to legally separate myself from that family…I’m not burdened by them anymore” he smiled and a breath left him that it seemed like he had been holding for years.

”But you were never a ‘Gaunt’, Ominis, Why did it matter so much?” His eye twitched

”Because my family are talked about in the streets of Hogsmeade. Because students and teachers and strangers assume the worst in me. Because I have made no friends, no connections based on that name. The only people who ever dared approach me are Sebastian, Anne…and You” his voice increased in volume like she had never heard it, until it cracked at the mention of her. His whole body deflated like he has been defeated and his voice was quiet again “Because they wanted you”

”Me?”

”There is a Swedish Pureblood family with the name Hollow. They found out that you existed and thought you were related. After Fifth year when you saved everyone and your ancient magic became more common knowledge, they wanted you. They wanted a Gaunt with the powers of ancient magic. They insisted I propose but shortly after found out that you were…muggleborn. They said such horrible and disgusting things about you…” his eyes glazed over more than usual like he was reliving all those memories right in front of her

“…and I… agreed so that they wouldn’t assume we were involved. If they thought their son had feelings for…” he gripped her arms now looking down at her with his sightless eyes

“I have lied and clawed and bent over backwards to get them to leave you alone just because they’re worried their son would get involved with a muggleborn witch. That I would tarnish the Gaunt name. They don’t need to worry about that anymore. You’re safe.”

She was quiet for a while. The grip he maintained on her arms was strong, as though he believed if she let go she’d disappear

”Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped” she managed

“Evelyn” he breathed almost amused “They would have done unspeakable things to you on sight…”

”And I can do them back. Ominis…they hurt you-“

”And they would do worse to you!” His voice raised once again “I am protecting you, I am always protecting you. Why do you think I have not made any advances toward you? It is not because I am not interested. It is because I am scared! If I’d have told you my plans…Would you have allowed me to go home without you?”

”No becau-“

”And do you know, fully know, what they would have done to you knowing full well that you are muggle born?”

”No…” she muttered her voice cracking

”I do… I can’t stand the idea of them getting their claws into you. You’re too…good for that. Too perfect”

”I am not perfect, Ominis”

”You are to me…”

She was silent, looking deep into his eyes. Never had she met someone with such emotion held in the depth of his eyes. Like tiny oceans of hurt and anxiety. But right now…all she saw was love.

“I am sorry I hurt you. I am sorry I left but I do not regret a thing. We…We can be together now, free of that wretched name”

Finally, the grip he had on her arms relented. His fingers cupped her elbows, thumbs stroking along her forearms.

”If you will still have me. I know our kiss…it was rushed it…it was not what I thought our first kiss would be but…it is all that I have clung to for three days. The idea that you were waiting…” It was the first time she’d ever properly seen him blush. The lightest pink dusted across his cheeks as he spoke.

”I was waiting…” she whispered, her fingers touching across the pastel shading of his cheekbones. She laughed breathlessly “I’m not angry at you I’m…I thought I’d done something wrong. I’ve spent the past three days concerned that your feelings had changed for me and that you’d left. Petty little teenage…it doesn’t matter…Meanwhile you were…in pain and alone. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there”

”I’m sorry I left” he breathed again

Her hands cupped his face, he seemed so heavy in her hands, as though this was the first time he had allowed himself to truly relax. The first time he didn’t have a weight on his chest.

She reached up to him wrapping her arms around his neck, completely forgetting about the bruise encompassing his right side. He winced, but reached an arm behind her anyway when she tried to retreat.

“I can handle the pain for a second just…stay” he murmured into her neck and could feel his lips as he spoke. They stayed holding each other for a second before she pulled away, taking his hand.

“Come on, I have Wiggenweld. Lets get you fixed up”

Masterlist

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[strayheartless]

hi again! witch bf anon here. What are some of their favorite dates? Their daily routines individually or together? (or I guess just a typical day) ooo how did they all meet? lol I am back and back with much more questions!

Hello again! This is a nice one to answer on valentines actually so I’ll try and answer via order of timeline events!

How did they all meet?:

I think I’ve mentioned in a previous ask (the moving in together one I believe) how they all met briefly but I’ll go into more detail here!:

Angeal and Genesis: grew up together in the same Coven. Started dating at 15 and were each others first great love. Prime up at 19 when Gena decided to go study ancient prose and poetry, while Angeal wanted to stay in town and settle down. It was an amicable split but they were both devastated for weeks afterwards.

Genesis and Sephiroth: Met when Sephiroth saved Gena from a vampire attack while going to collect the post from the post room of their shared apartment building. Gen had already been bitten and had lost a lot of blood so Sephiroth nursed them back to health. They fell in love after spending more time together and were dating within five months of meeting.

Angeal and Zack: Zack moves into town in a very hallmark movie way. He’s an Animal Rescue centre owner who buys the old warehouse and sets up a kennel. Angeal is endlessly (and rather embarrassingly) fascinated by him and decides to be friendly and bake him cookies. Zack flirts unmercifully with Angeal who’s flustered but pleased and they start dating almost within three weeks of meeting.

AGSZ: After the attack on Gena and having dated for about six months it becomes clear that Genesis isn’t comfortable in the city anymore. Sephiroth suggests that they move back home, and Gena agrees although they don’t want to brake from Seph so they attempt long distance. The first few weeks find Gena comfortable and on the third week he bumps into Angeal and Zack. It’s amazing how easy it is to slip back into Angeals life and Zack (although not usually Genas type at all) is ridiculously kind and attractive. Genesis finds that they are falling in love again but tries to Squash is because they adore Seph. Then Sephiroth surprises Gena by buying a house in town because he realised that he’d rather be with Genesis then in the City. Meeting Angeal and Zack is the closest to love at first sight Sephiroth has ever experienced past Genesis and within a month they are all officially dating each other.

AGSZC: Cloud rolls into town like the wind. One minute he’s not there, the next he’s suddenly bowling Zack off of his feet. He’s young and sad looking and the minute Zack meets him he’s going home to tell the others that they have to too. Cloud avoids everyone in town for a while and rejects an invitation to join the local coven out of fear. Only Zack seems to be able to get any kind of conversation out of him and in the end he manages to coax Cloud to dinner with his partners. Cloud fits right in but it’s only 11 months down the line, when he’s sat between Gena and Seph after a really good day that he asks if their all dating now and ‘Geal comes up behind the couch to kiss his head and tell him they’ve been dating him for months.

Favorite dates:

They all collectively love nights when they can lay in bed and just exist together, but some honourable mentions are:

Cloud and Zack picnicking during respective lunch brakes in the puppy room. Cheese and crackers and puppies, what’s not to love?

Seph and Angeal having lazy afternoons in the garden. Angeal talking to his plants, Sephiroth meditating in the grass and eventually lying together watching the sky and making out a little.

Genesis, Cloud and Sephiroth walking on full moon nights to collect herbs. Cloud bouncing up ahead and stopping occasionally to pick things up and put them in his basket. Seph and Gena sharing soft kisses and marvelling over how happy Cloud these days. Cloud running back to babble at them about the the Sloe berries that he’s collected for Angeal and showing them his interesting bones and feathers he’s found. Seph surprise kissing Cloud and the two older men chuckling when Cloud melts a little.

Zack and Angeal cooking dinner for them when they get home. Zack sitting on the counter, occasionally locking his legs around Angeal and demanding kisses. Feeding the book Marshmellows when it grumbles about being left open with they canoodle.

Daily routine:

Usually on days when they are all together it means their days off align so nobodies getting out of bed until at least 11:30AM. Lazy day Brunch and even lazier kissing. Maybe if it’s nice they will all go work in the garden. In the winter it usually means sitting with the radio on and existing quietly around eachother.

Individually. Zack’s up first because he would choose to work with animals. He feeds Edger who’s not a morning person and croaks like a chainsaw to be left alone. He then heads out to work, feeds and mucks out the horses, sees to the puppies and dogs, feeds the cats and the rabbits and checks on the Owls and birds of pray.

Next up is Angeal, who’s always just too late to feed Zack but gets a kiss or two in before the man heads for the door. He makes breakfast for everyone else and goes about his daily chores. Angeals a home maker by choice and while Gena jokes about him being a literal 50s pastiche, they are all aware their household would fall to ruin without him. Once things are cleaned up from the night before and pillows are fluffed, he gets dressed -usually a smart casual 50s cut slack and shirt - and heads into the bedroom to wake the others.

Sephiroth gets up with little fuss but will always catch Angeal in a Kiss before throwing on work out cloths and doing Yoga before he eats.

Genesis is next, but grumbles about it the whole way to the bathroom. They usually do a full face of makeup before work (he’s a librarian) and usually is not good conversation before coffee and a chapter of his latest book.

Clouds the worst to get out of bed. Mostly because once he’s comfy it’s hard to get him to move. Also because some days he’s low and needs coaxed. Regardless Angeal usually spends the morning positioning a very sleepy Cloud around the house and feeding him bits of fruit and pancake until he fully wakes up.

Then people go to work, lunches in hand. Genesis to open the library, Sephiroth to the elderly care home (he finds it a very fulfilling job), and Cloud to the apothecary.

Usually Angeal goes out into the garden, or works around the house. Sundays are for meal planning and fridge cleaning; Mondays are shopping and plant care; tuesdays he goes to the graveyards around their local churches and cleans the older ones up -they don’t go to church but it’s something he likes to do and it’s given him the respect of people around town; Wednesday is bathroom cleaning and bedding laundry; Thursday is chores around town; Friday is a quiet day for gardening or reading in the sun room; Saturday is clothes laundry and Cleaning out Edgers enclosure.

I don’t know if any of this is particularly magical, but I often find that half of being pagan/ a witch is trying out slow living and living for the quiet moments anyway so!

#goth witch partners #goth witch boyfriends #agszc headcanon #agszc #goth witch au #ask #anon ask #anonymous #ask answered

[redgoldblue]

hozier & lake street dive titled ones please heehee 🍓

love won't you be as you've always been (Good Omens)

I refuse to acknowledge that this one may well never come to completion/publication because i love it too much. it's set a couple weeks post-canon (book canon, ignoring anything that may happen in show s2) when Crowley and Aziraphale decide to go on their first proper date only none of their ideas for Proper Date Activities People Do On Dates work out until they finally go 'fuck it let's go watch the ducks'. it has footnotes.

“This is fine. Thisss is fine. Right?”

When there was no reply, Crowley directed a menacing stare and an equally menacing mister at the plant he was talking to. “Right?”

It wobbled slightly in response.

“Ssss.”

Crowley was definitely not nervous, because demons didn’t get nervous, especially not Anthony J. Crowley.[1] And especially not about spending time with someone he had been spending time with for approximately 6000 years. However, he had been hovering in the greenhouse for the last 20 minutes, before which he had been hovering in front of his closet. And the plants were all rather unsettled by the way in which he’d been talking to them, namely, with very little authority and a lot of questions. Most of which he then answered himself, but nevertheless. These were trying times for plants which couldn’t communicate beyond the occasional leaf shudder.

[1] This was a lie. Anthony J. Crowley got nervous every time he jaywalked.

you're in a state of disrepair, you're an answer to my prayers (H50)

heh. well. i've been talking about this one in tags and dms (to people who care about h50) for. a while now. it's currently almost 16k and i'm predicting will probably be 25-30k when it's done which will not be until mid-2023 at the earliest so i will continue seizing any opportunity to ramble about it until then bc it is like a spouse or a neurological infection to me at this point. I've given the basic premise on here before but essentially it's... an unspecified amount of time but probably something like a couple of months post-canon, Steve's still on his Mental Health Trip with Cath when he passes out and gets hospitalised while they try to figure out which of his myriad medical issues caused it. Danny, obviously, flies out bc to quote Steve in it, "When have I ever gone home without you coming to get me?” (although, also to quote Steve later in the same conversation, “I would’ve come home to you anyway.”). They spend basically the entire thing pretending to be a couple in front of the medical staff and pretending not to be a couple in front of friends and family. the latter is much more of a pretense and they're much worse at it. as shown in the two snippets below:

(1)

[...] Danny turns to the nurse, and tells her, “Sorry.” He’s not sure specifically what it’s for, but he’s pretty certain she deserves some sort of apology for having to witness all that.

She smiles and shakes her head. “It’s fine. It seemed to keep his BP steady and lowering, actually.”

“Really?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, just turns back to Steve. “You’re fucked in the head, boy.”

Steve laughs, easy and loose, and pulls Danny closer by the front of his t-shirt. Danny moves with it, because it’s easier than the alternative and also maybe because he wants to be closer, and ends up sitting on the bed next to him. “Yeah,” Steve says, “I’m sure hearing that your partner loves you inevitably raises most people’s blood pressure.”

“That’s not-” Danny says, then gives up before he can even start trying to explain what he meant. Steve knows, anyway, he’s just being difficult. And anything that helps get him through medical crisis number two thousand and three can only be a good thing. “Yeah, okay. If I keep saying it, do you think it will keep bringing it down?”

“Can’t hurt.” 

Danny rests his left hand on the back of Steve’s neck, holding him steady, and says, “I love you,” before kissing the top of his head. “I love you,” he repeats, and kisses him again. “I love you.”

(2)

“What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

“Landed on it when I fell,” Steve explains, and wipes the wince from his face like that’ll get Danny to forget about it. “It’s fine, just bruised.”

“Let me see.” He’s already reaching over, so Steve’s faint, “The doctors already looked at it,” falls on, if not deaf, at least uncaring ears. It’s not like he makes any move to stop Danny from pushing the stylish little number that is his hospital gown off the shoulder in question. Everyone here’s seen it all already.

He wasn’t kidding about the bruise. It’s spread across the peak of his shoulder, stopping just above his tattoo, and it’s starting to come up purple. Even apart from how painful it looks by itself, it suddenly drives home the fact that Steve had fallen. This wasn’t a staggering collapse kind of a bruise, it was passing out, all the way into unconsciousness.

“They gave me painkillers,” Steve says, and Danny realises he’s skimming his fingers across the edges of it. He pulls his hand back, an apology on his lips, but Steve reaches up and takes hold of his hand before it’s halfway across his chest. “It’s okay,” he tells Danny.

Danny accepts that Steve had heard what he hadn’t actually said yet, and clarifies, “I wasn’t gonna say sorry for wanting to see it. I just thought touching it might have hurt. That’s a motherfucker, Steve.”

“Yeah, I think that was what the doctor put in the file. ‘During bout of syncope, patient sustained a motherfucker.’”

Danny laughs, and Steve smiles at him, muted and warm and satisfied, and lets go of his hand.

When Danny looks away from Steve’s smile, Cath is watching them with an odd expression.

“What?” Danny asks.

She shakes her head. “Nothing. I heard you’ve been living in Steve’s house.”

send me a wip name and i'll tell you things about it/present a snippet! show and tell!

#Hawaii Five 0 #Good Omens #Ineffable Husbands #McDanno #state of disrepair #my writing #babe should i make your tag a strawberry emoji i feel like i should make your tag a strawberry emoji #🍓 #mine

[queenofthedramedies]

The Hunter's Council Chapter 23: The Lies You Built Your House Upon

Hello, my lovely readers. Welcome back. There have a lot of things that prevented me from continuing my fics, but I'm trying to get back into the writing thing. On with the show...

12 Hours Earlier:

It started with ten drinks. Or maybe it was twenty-five. At some point, Klaus Mikaelson lost count. He felt more relaxed than he had in some time. Caroline had passed her test. His family were reunited, except for Kol, but after he was done with his tantrum of the century, he, too, would return. Even Hayley Marshall slid down Klaus' list of threats, for the time being. Poor girl was nursing a broken heart, and was as clueless to Caroline's secret, as far as Klaus knew. However, he could be patient and would find out what his wife kept from him, in time.

Swirling the empty shot glass in his hand, Klaus admired the prism of colors that no human eye could detect. Then his gaze slid to his drinking partner, Kai Parker, who turned out to be more interesting than Klaus first suspected. "You said you're a demonology expert?"

With a smirk, Klaus swiveled on his stool in the Mystic Falls Grill. His partner-in-drinking-the-bar, for the night, gazed back at him with a wide grin. "Yes!" Kai clapped Klaus on the shoulder. "You would not believe how many vampires think I'm kidding about that. Of course, you're no ordinary vampire. The one! The only! Klaus Mikaelson!" Holding up his hands, Kai seemed to be highlighting Klaus' name. Or maybe he wanted to fall off the barstool. Either seemed possible.

Hand shooting outward, Klaus steadied Kai before the witch could tumble off the stool and onto the bar floor. Falling against the side of the bar top; Kai waved to the bartender. "One more round for me and my new bestie!"

The bartender shook his head. "You're cut off, man."

Kai leaned over the bar. His index finger pointed at the bartender. The witch looked quite serious, now. Feeling a mild sense of foreboding, Klaus reached in his pants pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Will this do?" He held up a hundred dollar bill between two fingers.

For a moment, the bartender seemed to mulling it over. Then he pushed off with one foot, coming to collect the bribe. "Cause you're a regular. Here." He pulled out a bottle of bourbon. "Get him," he nodded at Kai, "out of here."

Klaus smiled, slapping the money on the bar top and took the bottle. "Come, my friend, we shall take our celebration elsewhere." He grabbed Kai by the collar of his jacket and spun the younger man towards the door. He'd intended on getting Kai alone anyway. This made it easier.

As they walked through town, to the casual observer, two drunken men out for a stroll, Klaus propelled them towards a specific spot: An alley where he dumped a victim, or two, along the way. Although Klaus also favored it for a place to have a private conversation with an informant, which Kai might be.

With a sigh, Kai fell against the wall. "Caroline's great. Isn't she?"

Feeling a bit confused, and a tad bit possessive; Klaus forced himself to keep smiling. "Yes. She is." In spite of his intentions, an edge entered his voice.

Kai, apparently, was not as drunk as Klaus had first thought. He straightened up. Smoothing his collar. "I don't mean it like that. I mean she's incredible. An incredible find. An intellectual discovery. Of sorts." His blue eyes searched the stars above. "I never thought I'd meet someone like her. In regard to her existence, within our species."

Now, Klaus wondered if he had drunk too much. Somehow, he'd lost the thread. "Species?"

Kai's eyes moved to Klaus. They held a spark. Knowing that spark all too well, Klaus leaned closer. He offered Kai an open smile of his own, "What species are we speaking of, pray tell?"

Unable to contain himself, Kai blurted, "Caroline's created a whole new chapter in my studies of demonology. Imagine, the first Demon Slayer?" He let out a quiet laugh. "No one would believe me if I told them. Well, except for Freya, and Hayley. But Freya is one of the only beings who understands any of it. And Hayley, I was pleased with her interest. I never get to talk about this with anyone outside my field." He paused and then shrugged. "Just kind of shocked Caroline told Hayley. Thought Caroline wanted to keep it a secret." He shook his head. "Guess not..."

Klaus had been silent the entire time. "Who else knows?"

Lips pursing, Kai tapped his fingers against the brick wall. "Eh. Well, me. Freya. I think. Hayley. And you." Freezing, Kai said, "You don't think Hayley will tell The Council?" His entire body straightened. "I need to go home and move the books... My on-going research. If The Council got ahold of it--"

Slapping a hand on Kai's shoulder, Klaus nodded. "Yes. Do. Go home. And see to it that you do not speak of Caroline's...ancestry, to anyone else. Will you?"

"No problem. My lips are sealed." Pressing his finger tips together, Kai made a show of zipping his lips and tossing away the key. Then he took off.

Eyes boring into Kai's back, Klaus held back his seething rage. Ordinarily, he would have killed Kai were he stood, but the fact was that he was the only expert that they knew. Caroline might need him, one day. And his stupidity would have to overlooked, this time.

With a growl, Klaus took a long gulp from the bottle of bourbon. Freya, Klaus knew he could trust with Caroline's secret. Hayley. Never. Now, he had a slayer to kill. But he had to form a plan in order to achieve his goal, while the others were occupied. Which meant there would need to be a distraction and nothing said distraction like a little drama.

With a humorless smile, Klaus tossed the bottle into the street. The spray of glass shards gave him some satisfaction. However, feeling Hayley's bones crunch under his own hands would provide even more. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, she would pay for her curiosity.

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-J

#caroline forbes #klaus mikaelson #klaroline #elijah mikaelson #hayley marsall #tyler lockwood #rebekah mikaelson #bonnie bennett #freya miklaelson #tvd fanfiction

[f0ul-f13nd]

From Ch 7 of A Social Construct

Aziraphale still doesn’t understand why Gabriel pursued him in the first place. What Gabriel hoped to achieve when he approached Aziraphale at the interdepartmental summer social last year.

There was always a get-together at the start of June, to foster community within the small cohort of faculty, staff, and graduate students who remained on campus through the summer months, when Tadfield’s population declined by nearly 70 percent as the undergraduates returned home and others left for holidays.

Aziraphale was appreciating a buttery pastry, and nursing a glass of subpar chardonnay, when the man approached him. Shockingly handsome in his dove-grey suit. Broad shouldered and white toothed and so very charming.

“Looks like you found the most decadent item on the menu,” he said with an eye on Aziraphale’s pastry. “I’m Gabriel.” He put out a large, and quite forceful, hand to shake.

“Ah - Aziraphale. Hello.” At the time, Aziraphale felt pleased, happy that Gabriel seemed to approve of his choice, his luxurious taste. It would be months before he could look back at this meeting and hear the veiled disapproval in Gabriel’s voice.

“I’m more of a veggie man, myself,” Gabriel said, taking a satisfied gulp of his iced water. “So what brings you to the party?”

Gabriel was 28 years old and a recruiter for the university, bringing new talent to Tadfield, be it sport, academic, or professional. He’d be based locally for the next six months, and was looking to settle here more permanently. And - would Aziraphale care to join him for a drink sometime?

Aziraphale was surprised - he hadn’t realised he was being chatted up - but also flattered. It wasn’t often that Aziraphale was asked out, and never by someone as attractive and successful as Gabriel. It would be ridiculous to decline.

So that was how he ended up dating Gabriel - with much that same attitude. Gabriel was handsome and accomplished and interested; it would be ridiculous to decline. The conversation and kisses were pleasant enough, and it felt wonderful to be wanted. And although Gabriel wanted perhaps a bit more - physically - than Aziraphale was yet comfortable with, Aziraphale felt they’d be able to navigate that quagmire given time and communication.

The relationship was casual at first; Aziraphale had been happy enough alone, before he ever had a taste of Gabriel’s attention, approval, or affection.

Unfortunately, Gabriel’s affection was expressed through backhanded compliments, through his well-meaning concern for Aziraphale’s health and wellness, through his encouragement for Aziraphale to evolve into a partner that Gabriel would be proud to be teamed with. Active, ambitious, sophisticated. Confident, even as Gabriel subtly undermined that confidence at every turn.

And so, over the weeks and months, Aziraphale’s attachment grew as his self-esteem and self-respect were whittled away.

The worst of it was, Aziraphale truly believed that he needed to improve himself - needed Gabriel. Which is why it stung so badly when Gabriel cheated. Cheated, with exactly the sort of man he should have chosen in the first place: Chaz.

It’s a wonder that Gabriel and Chaz didn’t last, really; they were well suited for one another.

Although sometimes Aziraphale wonders if Chaz wasn’t a means to an end. If perhaps Gabriel hadn’t planned for Aziraphale to arrive for dinner and find Chaz in Gabriel’s bed, doing all the things Aziraphale was almost ready for.

It had been the final passive-aggressive confirmation of Aziraphale’s unworthiness.

Actually - the final confirmation may have been Gabriel’s Lustr profile, which felt somehow targeted to jab at Aziraphale directly.

( Looking to have some fun after a disappointing relationship. )

( If you’re fit, flexible, and up for anything… )

Wine. Aziraphale is up for wine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/45376648

#shy aziraphale #virgin aziraphale #good omens #fanfiction #fanfic #experienced crowley

[regretsofalifeandlovelost]

instant regret

It was now months since I had been with another guy, we had been working hard on our relationship and my partner and I had been making great progress. The sex was much more frequent and we had both been enjoying it more. I had decided that I needed to get a new job, I started working as a surgical nurse with a female urologist. It was better hours and pay which made home life easier. The kids were doing well and everything was on the right track. In therapy we had also made great progress although I felt that I wasn't being truly honest. When I self satisfied myself it was always thinking about my sisters husbands cock. I was also missing the excitement of going to the sex club. I was starting to get a built up anxiety that I needed some excitement, something different. There's something naughty, sexy, alluring about being fucked by a stranger or someone other than your partner. It was a hot summer night, sitting on the balcony with the kids asleep when I slipped inside to remove my panties. Returning to the sit opposite my partner with my legs just spread enough that he should notice I was panty free, my legs spread just enough to show enough of my pussy to give him the idea that he should be down there with his tongue.

It seems that this night plans wouldn't work out, no sooner had I sat down the front door bell rang, It was his sister who had dropped in randomly to drink. I sat there deflated, the drinks flowed and before long we were so drunk. My partner had fallen asleep and his sister wanted to go out dancing. I thought that was an excellent Idea and decided to get dressed up. She wanted to fix up her make up so we go ready together. As I slipped down my dress she noticed that I wasn't wearing any underwear and commented how great I looked, It actually turned me on and made me feel really good about myself. As we waited for the Uber we talked about life changes and stages, it was a really deep and meaningful conversation and totally out of character. I had butterflies with excitement on the way to the club, it was so unreal I felt like a teenager again. At the club I ran into our old friend who was a supplier of party medicinal's. He didn't have any of our usual remaining but said he could give us some candy flipping goodness. He said it was still the usual but had LSD in it. We were all game so we stuck in. Half an hour later I was mentally perfect, visually on a different planet dancing to the most amazing trance music. My partners sister ("J") was on the same plane and we danced together, slowly becoming closer and closer as we found our worlds collide in the music, visuals and intensity. We had other clubbers asking if we were in a relationship, it must have been quiet something to watch. I don't know what we looked like but I do remember feeling her hands caressing my body and thinking that she was handling me like my sisters husband, her hands finding all the spots that made me feel safe, secure and amazing at the same time.

I don't know how late or long it was but I know at some point my sister and her partner arrived, they were already as mashed up as we were and we danced for what must have been hours as the next thing I vividly remember is the lights turning on in the club and being startled by the sudden bright lights. We leave the club and find it's a crisp morning with bright sun, we all decide that we need to head back to somewhere with music and continue. As we are about to look for a cab we see the colleagues who's house we had used walking with a group. They invite us to come back to theirs, we all agree and make our way there. As the door opens and we walk in I feel myself get instantly horny as I get flash backs to the amazing fucking that happened here. I whisper to "J" something to that effect, I remember the look of surprise on her face like it was new to her, I can't remember at that moment if she knew that we had been experimenting and learning about sex with help from others or not, at that moment I didn't care. As we find a place to sit I ask if we can have a blanket or something to wrap around us to keep us warm, despite it being summer the morning was unusually cold or maybe it was the drugs, who knows.. The blanket came and then a tray of more drugs arrived. We all took a cap and chatted like auctioneers as we started coming back up, the visuals still coming and going. I felt "J's" hand on my leg, it was unusually high up my thigh but didn't do anything. I kept finding myself looking across at my sisters husband, occasionally catching him looking back. We got along well with the host and one of his friends, but otherwise the rest of his group were boring as fuck. They reminded me of a group of dumb groupie girls only there because the guy had money. I sent my sister a message on her phone asking if we should make tracks back to their place.. her phone buzzed on the table but she didn't pick it up.

My "J's" hand had moved down towards my inner thigh, I could feel the warmth and it felt nice, It was odd, I had the waves of anxiety and love from the drugs coming across in waves and found it comforting to have it there. She whispered in my ear that she was looping her thoughts and needed to get out of there. I asked her what she was looping about, she said she was looping thinking about me having sex here. I was taken aback, I remember being stunned, and looking at her. She said she was so shocked. I asked if we could borrow a jacket as we needed to head off. I was really peaking at this point, the drugs so strong that standing I had wobbly legs. As I stood I felt sexy, invincible. My sister said that she would go too. We didn't really feel our hosts other guests and figured somewhere else would be better. As we walked down to the road to wait for the uber I heard what I was waiting for, we would head back to my sisters place. No kids, a perfect party house. In the end there were four of us in the uber and we couldn't wait to get home. It was decided that we would crank the music and all get warm in the jacuzzi. We arrived and headed straight out the back. They kept the water at the right temp all year so only had to turn on the bubbles. To my surprise "J's" was the first to slip off her clothes leaving only her Bra and panties on as she slid into up to her neck.. I decided to wing it as I didn't wear a bra or underwear so I slid my clothes off and went in completely naked, the feeling of the bubble against my body instantly turning my sexual frustration from 5 to 25 on the volume dial.

To my surprise she removed her clothing and slid over to be beside me, her arm around my shoulder and put her head on my shoulder, she asked me what the story was with the fucking at the guys place. I gave her the brief story and she said that was so fucking shocking. She couldn't believe that I had fucked my sisters husband. She said that she had thought about it and wondered, had heard that they had an open relationship but had never really connected the dots. I was starting to wonder where my sister was, I don't know how long it was for them to join us but it felt like a long time. It felt like we had been chatting about all the sexual stuff that had been going on in our relationship and the revelations of how we had transformed so much. She knew that we had been working hard on our relationship but she now had the full bigger picture. She said it made her so turned on.

She then started telling me how she had been in an affair with a married guy, but when it started to get serious it was called off. She felt that it was "the one that got away". Just after this my sister arrived, she said they had to have a quicky before the acid wore off "lol". Realising that we were both naked she removed her final pieces of clothing as she slipped into the water. It's funny how when you watch someone get into a jacuzzi you can see their relaxation face as they settle in. Almost everyone is the same. As soon as she was in "J" mentioned how much of a transition I had come through, from not coming near a jacuzzi and if I did I would be fully clothed with a tshirt to now being completely naked. They joked at my expense about so many funny stories and to be honest I was feeling hurt while at the same time seeing how far I had come in only a few short years. As my sisters partner arrived in his tight red swimmers I could see the perfect outline of his circumcised cock and had to hold in any obvious reaction. All my emotions flooded back in, I realised that I had probably been masking much more than I thought. "J" said "rip em off, we are all nudie".. he smiled slid them down and stepped up to get in the pool, his perfect cock there for all to see. "J" was silent, I look at her and see her face almost stock, I whisper "see", she murmurs "mmm". He had brought some cocktails and we sat drinking, "J" was asking questions about how the open relationship stuff works. The conversation flowed and it went off on all sorts of tangents about sex, love, more sex, penis's. I learnt so much about "J's" sexual past, I had thought I knew about it but she had so much more to tell. She was a bit of an animal but had never gone outside of the mainstream ideas. Her hand reappeared right up near the top of my inner thigh, masked by the bubbles.. It felt so good being there but at the same time surprising and confusing. I let it be.

Then "J" asked about circumcision, specifically what our thoughts are. I was first to answer and that surprised me, It was almost as though I couldn't hold it back. I took the hard line that it should be compulsory for men and then laughed. I said that since realising the benefits I had gone from being a strong proponent to being a verbal advocate who would recommend it. I even joked that I went looking for online polls and surveys to fill out on the topic. My sister then talked about it with more details, then she asked me what I saw at work, working for a urologist I would see so much cock. I said that our male clients were most commonly erectile dysfunction, premature ejaculation, UTI's, vasectomies and then circumcisions. I said there are so many ugly penis's that I see its actually surprising even for my medical background. There are so many fewer ugly vaginas compared to ugly penis's. Everyone agreed and we talked about our dislikes, we all disliked long and ugly foreskins. We then asked my sisters husband about what the difference was from being circumcised and uncircumcised. He said that everything was better for him being circumcised, although he had to learn how to fuck and masturbate again, he said the sensation during sex is so much more elevated. "J" said that we needed to change the topic because it was starting to make her too horny. My sister responded saying we could make our way inside. "J" said she wasn't sure. I said we should stay in the water a little longer, finish our drinks. I felt "J's" hand move right onto my pussy, I moved my legs ever so slightly further apart as to not raise any suspicion, I looked at her and could see that she was anxious about my reaction. Her finger with the water, bubbles on my clit was like opening a flood gate. Her tender touch slowly stroking it was toe curling. I had to close my legs together as to not start having trouble hiding it.. "J" slammed down the rest of her drink and then said it's time to head inside. As she stood up it was the first time I had a really good look at her body, she had a very similar figure to my own however her breasts had much more attractive nipples, I guess that's one of the benefits of not having kids. Her bum also more muscular and pert. I could see the perfect silhouette of her pussy between the legs. I wondered what it would be like. As soon as I had finished that thought I wondered how this was going to work. There's only one guy and three women one of which is my sister. As this thought is going through my head my sister says she's still peaking a little on the acid and wants to stay in the Jacuzzi.. "J" and I leave the water, we seem to both instinctively stop and turn to watch as he gets out of the water, I catch her eyes glued to his cock.

As we walk into the house dripping wet without using the towels she said "I don't usually cock rate but dang that looks like a master piece", she must have said it loudly because he responded saying that he's now feeling shy. I look over my shoulder and catch his cheeky smile. Still damp by the time we get to the bedroom we are nervous, shy not really sure what the next step is, he tells us to hop on the bed, he's going to join us in between us both. I get a sudden wave of guilt and leave.

On the way home I am immediately regretting my decision, I am so horny, high and need to be fucked properly. I arrive home to the kids and have to suppress my desires until they are either asleep or go out. A few hours later I get a message from "J" "omfg that was mind blowing, never been fucking fucked like that. wow just wow". A second wave of regret sweeps across my body.

[lilaconion]

Aortic Haemorrhage Prevention Scheme

Kix x reader

Working in a field hospital hadn't been what Kix had been expecting when stationed in the mid rim. Though it had one advantage over being out in the field with his brothers. He got to work with people that weren't clones. That had lived at least twice as long as he had. He'd already had a nurse teach him how to suture neater and somehow quicker than he'd ever been taught on Kamino.

He'd also been taught how to do sutures on major blood vessels. Although the easiest way without a suction machine meant sacrificing the limb, it was better than sacrificing the entire person. Being on the hems team, you'd been the one to teach him that. You'd also accidentally taught him ways to get drunker quicker but it was also a technique for preventing blood infections when in a pinch so you hadn't realised the other applications. Kix appreciated how, despite being a specialist with an important job, you took time out of your breaks to teach him or would have him sit in on certain cases.

If he was completely honest, you'd had his heart from the first time you'd spoken to him. "You must be Kix. I'm Dr. (L/N). Wanna come see a field tracheotomy get corrected?" The genuine smile and the eagerness to shake his hand were two things he'd rarely gotten from medical professionals that weren't clones. One paramedic he'd worked with complained that he'd trained longer than 'that clone' had even been alive.

Although everyone in the field hospital spoke basic, a few of the more local staff spoke the planet's native language. Kix had no idea what was being said but still enjoyed the musical tones. Sometimes you and another girl on hems would chatter, giggle and glance at certain people silently before sharing a look with each other and continuing to chatter. Sometimes he'd hear things and it would sound like you were talking about clones. Once he'd mentioned some of his brothers and made a point to say some of their names that he heard often. That was when he learnt Tup's name was actually your people's word for stupid which seemed fitting. After that, he'd ignore his name when you spoke to your friend, assuming it also had another meaning in your language.

It all came to a head one night when you went drinking with your hems partner and your new doctor that you were training up. Before your shift ended, you and the two others in your small team were chatting in basic between patients. Turns out the new girl understood the native language but could barely speak it. This worked for Kix, who was in the same general area and could overhear most of the conversation. "These are the lines you must use, newbie." Apparently she hadn't earned the right to her name yet. Kix didn't get it as his name was the fourth word you ever spoke to him. He heard the 'newbie' complain about the lines. He assumed she'd been given them in written form. "And remember, civvies only. No clones, no uniforms, none of that." Hearing you say that, made his hand shift a little and he ended up going a little too deep suturing a patient. He'd been belittled so many times in his life as being 'just a clone' but you'd always treated him as if he was actually unique. He figured that he was wrong that you'd cared and had just had enough manners to not openly mock him for how he came to exist. On the other hand, his patient was all too ready to kick up a fuss about the 'useless clone' that 'stabbed' him. He did something he never did, and just sorta froze. He'd had enough patients complain, so he knew it wasn't that. He didn't want to admit to himself that he knew the exact reason for his freeze-up. The woman that he imagined eventually asking out and would happily only become as close as she wanted, had said something that implied that she saw clones as unfit for natural human experiences. He was even more confused when the curtain opened and you told the patient that you would not accept him using abusive language toward your staff. Did you like him, at least as friends, or was it simply that even being a clone, he had the same work safety rights as everyone else in that hospital? He spent the rest of the shift silently brooding over you.

Quite a bit of the 501st had been stationed on that same planet. It was likely for security or as a deterrent for whatever the separatists had plotted. It just so happened that the night you were going out for a drink was the same evening that he'd already agreed to go drinking with Jesse. It was like some sick joke that the force was making. Then when meeting up with some more of the boys, he heard a voice in the distance that he recognised. It was your hems partner. "She was right. Getting rejected would get you over it faster." He realised that it was the middle of a conversation and he tried to listen to get an idea of the context. "And what if he says yes?" He heard you sigh in response. He realised that you and your partner were up ahead on the same street as him and Jesse. "What's the worst that would happen?" Jesse noticed that he had been listening to you up ahead and gave him a look. He went to quietly explain to his brother but you started answering your friend's question. "Kix could get decommissioned for it. Then what? You know what I want and that that contract means the clones could get killed for having a family."

The woman he'd been pining after had been imagining a life with him. You wanting to be with him seemed unreal at first. It was a dream. It was exactly what he'd wanted but his heart fell as he realised you were right. He couldn't abandon his brothers. He also wanted what Cut had. But he was human. Also, he didn't have much control over his vod, Jesse. "Hey, do you mean this Kix?" He called out. He knew that you would've heard, but he hoped that for some reason you hadn't. Unfortunately, both you and your friend looked and stopped.

"Ha! Now he knows anyway." Your friend said, as if she was happy that you'd unknowingly admitted not only your feelings for him but also that you imagined having a life with him. You felt the tears of embarrassment build in your eyes and you tried your hardest to keep them in. Kix's brother gave him a solid pat on the back. "G'on Kix'ika. Jorhaa'ir brokar gar cyare." (Speak to your cyare) Kix took a step forward and noticed that you hadn't moved as your face turned bright red. You had no idea that he'd wanted exactly what you had this entire time. "Mae e'n caru ti, twpsyn. Siarad!" (He loves you, idiot. Speak!) Your friend said. She pulled you forward toward the clones and released you. She then went off with Jesse leaving you and Kix in front of each other.

You noticed Kix let out a breath before a smirk came to his face removing the look it'd held before. His hand reached out to your face and cupped your cheek. He leaned in a little, still keeping a distance. "Can I?" He asked as he looked down at you with his eyebrows raised a little. You quickly nodded, completely forgetting that you had a voice. That was all the encouragement he needed to bring his lips to yours. His lips were so warm and they felt so right. Your hands moved to his chest and then his free arm snaked around your waist. He ended the kiss and you were quick to move your arms up to rest on his shoulders. You used them to make sure he didn't leave as your head followed his. He chuckled a little. "What a needy girl." He came back down and kissed you again. He broke it again but didn't move away like he had before, instead staying so close that you could feel his breath. "When this war is over." He snuck in a short greedy kiss. "I'm all yours."

[bush-viper-cutie]

New Student, New Friend

Pairing: Young Snape x french!reader

Word Count: 2,751

Request: #1 “Hi! Can I request a young!Snape x french!reader where the reader's transferred from beauxbatons and isn't fluent in english/has a thick accent? Love your work!!”

#2 “Hi hi! Love your work! Can I request Young Snape x French reader? Sorry if I dont speak well, english is not my first language <3”

Warnings: none

A/N: Hello everyone again! :D I combined both requests because they are pretty similar so enjoy!

Posted: 9/10/21

Masterlist

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~*~*~ = time skip

(Y/n) = first name

(L/n) = last name

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~*~*~ = POV change

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There was a strange static in the air this morning, one Severus couldn't quite place. He brushed his long hair back behind his ear and listened in to the hushed whispers of passing classmates.

"...Beauxbaton, can you believe it?"

"Nice to not know someone for a change - "

Beauxbaton? Severus gathered they were talking about a new teacher perhaps? Although it wasn't that odd to get new professors in the middle of the school year. Just last year the Dark Arts professor was promptly replaced when he went mad after a spell backfired on him; In fact, every year there was a new one.

It was strange that the new teacher should be a transfer from another school such as Beauxbaton... Maybe they were fired and no one else wanted them, must be down on their luck. And if that is the case, how very fitting for Hogwarts, home of inadequacy.

Severus, still deep in his bitter thoughts, almost tripped over the shoe that had extended out in front of him. He caught himself and whirled around angrily. "Watch it!" he growled, straightening.

James Potter smirked. "Oh, Snivellus. Didn't see you there.” His Gryffindor friends snickered behind him, bolstering his ego. "I'd get along to class if I were you. Wouldn't want to be late on your first day back."

Severus grit his teeth and did everything he could to not growl his displeasure of being in so close proximity to the pinnacle of mediocrity that was Potter. It had been a week after winter holidays had ended but after another nearly fatal encounter with Black, he’d been forced to stay in the Hospital Wing un-zippering his mouth and a couple of fingers before being allowed back.

The memory of the experience made his knees weak, making keeping his riled demeanor that much harder. He was lucky he'd had the foresight to cover his nose before Black unleashed his hex. It wasn’t a quick run from the lake to the nurse, and he certainly wouldn't have made it with his nostrils zippered together as well.

"Mind your own business, Potter." Severus spat out his name like rotten apples, furrowing his brows in an attempt to seem more threatening however he could not help but notice the hallways getting emptier by the second. He knew better than to get caught alone with Potter.

He laughed and turned to catch up with his friends. Severus watched him go, only relaxing his shoulders after Potter had rounded the corner and disappeared out of sight. The hall was empty.

He turned and continued down the corridor when his hearing perked at the scuff of loud footsteps. He whirled around, hand plunging into his robes, but it was too late.

"Levipeds!"

Severus' head snapped back as his feet whipped out from under him. He hung limp in the air, watching his wand roll away on the stone floor. His hair nearly touched the dirty ground.

James laughed. "Welcome back, Snivellus!"

He closed his eyes as his boiling blood rushed to his head. He was hanging upside down in the air, alone in the empty corridor. He couldn't scream for help, he'd just get yelled at for disturbing lessons, and he couldn't reach his wand - as long as his limbs might be, his wand might as well have rolled down into the dungeons. He'd have to hang there until classes were over or one of the portraits decided to help him out for once.

"Eh... Excuse moi?" A quiet voice wrapped in a thick French accent broke the silence.

His eyes flew open and stared straight into the face of a beautiful but completely unfamiliar student. She bent down low to meet his eyes. She must be the mystery person from Beauxbaton, the new student as it turned out.

This was worse, so much worse than being caught by anyone else in the school - except for a very select few. Severus looked around in search of anything that might make this all less embarrassing.

"You need help, no?" Her voice was more confident this time, laced with a hint of friendly amusement.

"Uhh..." He met her eyes and hoped this new student would excuse his red face to be due to all his blood rushing down.

She straightened and pointed behind him. "This is your wand? I'll give to you?" His wand was in his hand with one quick flick of her own.

His eyebrows automatically shot up at her use of nonverbal spells. "Thanks," he tried swallowing but ended up coughing. He covered his mouth and performed the counter-hex, dropping to the floor with a grunt.

She rushed forward, looping her arm through his and helping him up to his feet. She laughed and dusted the dirt off his back while he stood paralyzed.

"Better, no?" she smiled, facing him a foot from his stiff figure. "I'm new seventh-year transfer... And you?"

For a moment his mouth opened but no words flew out, and then all at once words poured out as fast as if under a curse. "I'm - oh - yes you're from Beauxbaton, right? Yeah - er - yes, seventh-year as well."

Her hands flew up and she waved them in front of herself with a laugh. "Slow please!" she laughed again. "One more time?"

Severus gave an awkward laugh that matched hers and nodded. "I'm also a seventh-year."

"Oh!" she held out a paper and pointed down to the class he was late for. "I am so lost! You help me now? Oui?"

She smiled up at him and his heart nearly leaped out of his mouth. He nodded quickly, "Yes - er - oui, I'll help you... Actually, that's my class too..."

"Oh!" Her smile widened, "I need partner for the class! You have one?"

For once Severus thanked his unlucky past self. His time in the hospital wing all week meant everyone would be already partnered up. "No, I don't..." his face flushed red again and he cleared his throat, looking away. "We could be partners?"

"Bon! Lead the way, partner," she motioned for him to lead, keeping a very close pace next to him as they walked. "I am lucky to find you, did not know anyone yet. You are only third person met!"

He gave her a small smile as they walked together, but he knew it wouldn't take long for her to find out his status at the school. Being a new student, he was sure she’d make all the friends she could ever want by the end of the day. Then she'd reconsider her luck after everyone tells her all about her lab partner, 'Snivellus'.

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They made it to class late. The professor looked up and frowned, ready to tell them off when Severus' new ‘friend’ spoke up.

"Excuse us, Professor, I am new and got lost."

The professor sighed and waved his hand, giving her a pass. "And I see you're back Mr. Snape. Get to your seats, you'll both be working together - get moving."

The two back seats were empty and Severus was glad to be away from the front for once. His new partner set down her things, and as she bent to pick up her books Severus caught a glimpse of Sirius Black glaring at him from the front, a seat behind where Severus had been sitting the last term. Black had anticipated his return and was obviously annoyed with the change in seating.

"What may I call you, Mr. Snape?" The new student whispered, giving him her full attention despite the lesson continuing.

"S-Severus." He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him. He'd die of embarrassment if they started teasing him in front of her for daring to open his mouth. "And you?"

She smiled. "Severus Snape? That's a beautiful name." She looked back up to make sure their conversation was still private and turned back. She reached up and gripped his tie, pulling him towards her. She leaned and held a hand to his ear, moving her lips inches from his ear. "(Y/n) (L/n)."

Severus’ heart beat faster than it ever had before. The immense drumming in his ears almost made it impossible to hear her whispers. When she released him, he turned to look at her, feeling his face heat up either from proximity or from her warm breath flowing over his face. "(Y/n)... Good to know." He swallowed and realized he had not moved since she had pulled him towards her. He would have felt like an idiot if she wasn’t looking at him so playfully.

"You gonna kiss her, Snivellus?"

Severus pulled back quickly and clenched his jaw at Black.

The professor smacked Sirius' head with a roll of parchment. "Mr. Black, disturb my class again and I'll assign you an essay for every night this week." Severus smirked. "And you, Mr. Snape," the Professor smacked the board, creating a puff of chalk, "- will hand me your notes tomorrow before class - legible notes, might I add."

Severus nodded as the class snickered and turned away from (Y/n). The rest of the lesson went by agonizingly slow. Severus counted the seconds until he could run away to the library, away from taunting eyes. He hated himself for turning so red, but he hated Black even more for making him the fool.

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You could tell the boy, 'Mr. Black', had embarrassed Severus greatly. He was hunched over his parchment, focused completely on the professor's words, and never once looking back up at you.

You read the words on the board but soon your eyes ventured down to look at the tall lanky boy currently trying to visibly shrink in his seat. The moment shared between you both still played on your mind. He had beautiful long lashes and deep dark eyes to match. It had been fun to see him so flustered over you, but the guilt of what you'd caused sat heavily on your chest. That boy had noted Severus had been in the perfect position to kiss her, which... did she kind of wish he had?... Just to see - for just a curious taste.

You didn't know what specifically was so alluring about Severus, but you could imagine yourself wrapped in his arms, pulling on his long hair, biting his lips, and hearing that deep voice of his purring for more. Something about him - or maybe everything about him - made you wonder how gentle those hands of his could be.

The bells rang in the distance, marking the end of the lesson. You packed your things and sat waiting for Severus to do the same. He was slow at first and then after a quick flick of his eyes up to you hurried along.

You stood at the same time and motioned for the door, scrambling to translate your thoughts into English. "Lunch now? We can sit together?"

People filed out of the class, which Severus watched closely before turning back to her and answering. "Look, this isn't the only time… I'm not someone to hang out with unless you like hexes and spells to be thrown in your direction."

You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way his brows furrowed, and his down-turned eyes filled with tears that wouldn't fall. Before you could bring yourself to respond, he sighed shakily, giving you pause.

"It's not your fault... I'll show you down and then I suggest you forget about being friends." He pulled open the door and held it open for you without meeting your eyes.

What could you say to him? You stepped out into the corridor, contemplating how to phrase what you were thinking when laughter pulled your focus.

"I see you've met our Snivellus." The stupid boy, Black, came forward talking to you but keeping his attention on Severus. He had long curly hair nearly as long as Severus' and was taller, with proud shoulders held in a loose demeanor that still made him seem important in some way. His eyes shifted to you, "Hope he didn't drip any snot on you while he tried for a kiss."

You scoffed, “You do not understand what you saw. Please leave us alone.”

“Love, maybe you’re not understanding me. For your own safety I insist YOU leave this sniffling slime alone.” Black took a step closer.

Severus pulled out his wand but held it low, at the ready in an instant. "I’m done with your games. Unlike you, you nitwitted tower troll, I have places to be." He finally glanced your way, "Excuse me," and made to leave.

Black blocked his way, laughing at the now pointed wand in Severus’ hand. "Go ahead, I’ll be glad if you finally get expelled for using wands in the corridors. Mine's not even on me."

You eyed the smirk on his face and the tiny shift of his hand towards his trousers pocket. Was that a lie then? Whatever the case, you had enough of this game too. "My friend, Severus, is showing me to lunch. We are going now." You stepped between Severus and Black, giving the taller boy an annoyed look.

"I’m telling you, be careful," Black chuckled. "He might try to kiss you again if you’re too nice."

You paused and stepped back, looking up at Severus, whose eyes were fixed on Black, staring daggers into him. You bit your lip and chuckled the same way Black had, finding a different kind of amusement than him in this situation. "I hope he will."

Severus' head snapped to you, his cheeks slowly going a light shade of pink all over.

Black made a disgusted sound and a show of his fake nausea. “Darling, I don’t think I understood you correctly. Check your dictionary and if that’s not the problem maybe your eyes.”

This boy was really getting on your nerves now. If you’d been back at Beauxbaton you’d’ve already hexed him into a soggy pile of starter yeast, baked him into the perfect Pain au Levain, and chucked him out the tallest tower window. “Move it,” you made sure your French accent coated the word heavily.

Severus’ hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back. He kept his wand and eyes trained on Black but spoke to you. “Go down to lunch. I’ll stay here to have the chat Black so desperately wants to have with me.” He looked up again, “Let her leave.”

Black smiled, “That’s fine. Been meaning to ask how your winter holiday was after I last saw you.”

You turned to Severus, ready to protest when the door to the classroom opened, cutting Black off. You all stood very still and awkward, hoping to hide the atmospheric hostility that had been created.

The Professor locked the door with a flick of his wand and looked at everyone with concern. "Off to lunch, no need wandering the corridors. Now." He ushered everyone down the stairs, walking close behind in equal silence.

You reached the floor second to last, after Black and then Severus, and pulled on Severus' arm the second your Professor had turned towards the staff room. You kept your hand on him to make sure he didn’t decide to leave before you could talk to him. Before Black could step towards you to continue the ‘conversation’, other Gryffindor students pulled him towards a small crowd gathering across the floor. Whatever it was seemed to be of higher interest and he left with only single backwards glance.

You both watched him go dissolve into the rowdy group and suddenly the air around you shifted. Severus turned instantly, searching your eyes with an intensity you could almost feel. You blushed and slid your hand down his sleeve and lingered on his bare hand. Neither of you said a word but the electricity connecting your eyes and the comfortable silence that enveloped you both spoke volumes. "We could eat together, no?"

His eyes settled on your hand still on his until you let go. "Oui," he whispered with a smile pulling at his lips. “Lunch then.”

As you both walked on, he slowly crept closer with every step, making your shoulders brush against his arm. His pinky tickled the skin on your wrist, making you cough to hide a giggle as you entered the Great Hall. Your eyes flickered up at his and you smiled, seeing a gentle blush and an even gentler smile on his face.

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@severuslovebot

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[mrsackermanx]

18+ Minors do not interact.

𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝘕𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦. (**𝘔𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 139 𝘚𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨**) (𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵) (6/?)

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Levi's life is completely different now, he owns his own tea shop and Gabi and Falco watch over him in Liberio, although ‘Humanities Strongest Solider’ is far from weakened, regardless of his past injuries. And after 3 years, Gabi and Falco have helped him realise that his priorities are allowed to change, that he's allowed to find love, to be happy and he happens to already have that right in front of him, from you, his nurse.

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"I don't need your help." he scoffs, attaching his wooden prosthetic to his thigh himself, and huffily pulling his trouser leg over it before standing up.

"Levi, that's what I'm here for! Gabi and Falco care a lot about you and they want you to be taken care of."

"I just want some tea then." he says gently, softening from your tone, you always manage to do this to him.

"You're more than capable of walking over to that stove and making it yourself." you tease, crossing your arms and staring at him with a challenging expression. He shoves past you to the stove and begins his tea, grabbing two cups, yours and his, scowling at you.

"Just as you know I like it thanks."

"Shut up." He sighs, still continuing to prepare your tea.

"I'm seriously going to have Gabi and Falco get rid of you, you see I'm perfectly able to take care of myself now, you're no longer needed. I don't need a nurse anymore, I haven't for years. I run a tea shop for fucks sake."

Now that hurt, being this mans nurse has been a rollercoaster to say the least, the last three years have been the best of your life though. Little by little making Levi tell you all of his stories about his life in Paradis, his gruff but soft nature, you'd fell in love with him almost immediately, and hard.

"You're breaking my heart Levi!" you mock, placing a dramatic hand to your chest.

"This will be your last week checking on me."

"Is that really what you want?" He freezes for a moment, you both knew you hadn't "taken care" of Levi in two years, in fact you spend the days together relaxing everyday at his shop and at his place, while Gabi and Falco "pay" you to do it, they themselves waiting for you both to finally cross a line. However, neither of you yet have the heart to tell him, that they stopped paying for you to be his nurse within the first year, you just couldn't leave his side because you didn't want to. You have this back and forth conversation every other month at this point, it was routine, he just wasn't accustomed to being taken care of and so responded like this ever so often, although it's not just you that takes care of him, he takes care of you to and he knows it.

"You're young shouldn't you be living your life? Rather than staying cooped up with me everyday."

"I'll have you know I enjoy being "cooped up" with you Levi." You smile softly, walking up behind him and laying your chin on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Don't do that. I'm being serious." he huffs.

"You know I always change your mind when you talk like this, I'm not going anywhere. Drop me as your ‘nurse’ and I'll still be here everyday by your side anyway, it's fine by me then."

He tenses for a moment, Gabi and Falco have been telling him for years that it was okay now for him to meet someone, find a romantic partner but it always seemed so far out of his reach, women flirt with him at his shop all the time, but he has no interest in them, they don't make him feel the way you do. The fluttery feelings that fill his body just hearing your voice, how your smile soothes him, how your touch comforts him, your presence alone brings him joy.

"And I'm not young, I'm only two years younger than you silly, I've lived my life just as much as you have." He stops his tea making and turns to face you, sending a shiver through your body. Levi is so intimidatingly handsome that it never fails to fill you with chills, you'd assured him many times of this when he'd got annoyed with the scars on his face, you'd even talked him out of wearing an eyepatch, to you he is absolutely perfect the scars don't even factor in, damn.

"You have more experience than me...in the things that matter, that is." he says firmly, his voice trailing off, with a woeful tone. This was the one thing that held him back from you, he thinks you are the most intriguing and beautiful person he's ever met, and has cherished these years with you so far, but how could he match up? And after all this time, the tension between you two is simply to hard to ignore, everyone in your lives even laughs at how you both act like a married couple.

"And what experience would that be?" You grin coyly, reaching over and caressing his cheek, after taking care of Levi for so long from when he first moved to Liberio, dressing his wounds especially and changing his bandages, you were the only person he really let touch him, your touch itself melts and warms him, and today is no exception, he lets himself warm into your palm, leaning his cheek into your touch.

When Connie, Jean, Armin, and Mikasa visit they always tell you that he's never been like this with anybody else, and are always trying to push you two together, just as much as Gabi and Falco do. Whilst simultaneously loving how you two act like your married anyway.

"Gabi and Falco will end your contract tomorrow." He sighs turning his back to you and resuming his tea, your hand falling back to your side.

Plus if she's not my nurse anymore then maybe I can-

"Well then, I say this calls for a celebration!"

It's now or never.

"What? What are we celeb-" Before he can even continue, you grab his shoulder gently and spin his body into yours, kissing his lips, gently pressing yours to his and turning your head ever so slightly to taste more of his sweet lips.

You glide over his lips with your tongue, and he melts into the kiss instantly giving into you, hesitating before finally cupping your face with his hands and stroking your cheeks tenderly. For a few minutes you stand in your own little bubble, as he kisses you tentatively at first until he lets the safety and passion your lips provide, take him, snaking his hands down onto your hips, picking you up and hoisting you up onto the kitchen counter in front of him.

Your hands find his hair, passing his soft undercut as you pull onto the inky strands, wrapping your thighs tight around his torso as he stands between yours. Both of you panting softly, as he clutches onto your hips like you might disappear while still managing to handle you with complete care like he might break you, you travel your lips down to his neck, dragging them across his soft skin before you start to suck gently on the crook of it. He shivers and pulls away for a moment, looking into your eyes intensely.

"Do you not like that?" you ask in concern, scanning his face.

"No it's not that. It's just...interesting." he blushes, furrowing his brows.

"Well come here and let me continue then." you smirk, pulling him back closer and latching your lips to his neck again, nibbling at it playfully, making soft groans fall from his lips, that go directly to your core.

He finds his hands exploring your body, burning to feel your skin under his hands, he finds his body acting for him, undoing your buttons, making you smirk against his neck as you wrap your thighs around his torso tighter in encouragement, as your now undone buttons reveal your breasts, making him gulp. He grabs you of the counter and walks you to his bedroom, as your lips messily collide again, making you squeal as he carries you with ease, sometimes you forget just how strong Levi really is. He drops you down gently onto the bed, resting on top of your body, his palms down onto the mattress, by either side of your face, staring at you intently and slightly stalling.

"Honestly [name] I don't know what to do, so...you'll have to show me." he whispers with a defeated tone, looking slightly annoyed and embarrassed with himself, looking away, but you don't let him for long. You grab his attention when you pull him by his collar to your lips, resting your forehead against his.

"That's okay just relax. I've got a feeling you'll be a fast learner." He lets a smile crack through from your tenderness, and with that, he grabs your jaw  and plants another dizzying kiss to your lips while you remove each other's clothes, unbuttoning and unzipping, he removes his wooden prosthetic to, and you kiss all over his collarbones as he does, reassuring him he's still perfect, with and without it, making him smile as he does it, already completely comfortable in front of you anyway.

When your clothes are completely removed, you let your hot naked bodies rest together for a few moments, taking in each others bodies, appreciating them, sliding them against each other softly, feeling the warmth and softness of the others skin.

You rest your face against his chest nuzzling your cheek against his smooth and soft skin, while wrapping your arms around him, as he draws circles against your back with his fingertips. Until he follows his hands down your spine to your pillowy ass, squeezing your cheeks in his hands while leaning down to kiss your shoulder, before biting it softly, like you had to his neck, sucking gently at the soft skin there.

"You're so beautiful." he hums as he kisses at your skin, inhaling the scent of you, delighting in the feeling of your soft cheeks in his hands.

"And you are the most handsome man I've ever seen." you soothe, following your hand to his abdomen, your fingers rippling over his muscle, clutching his hardened shaft that had been rubbing against your thigh, making the wetness pool between your legs in even more. His entire body jolts at your touch and a guttural groan chokes out from his lips, as you palm him gently, running careful circles over his twitching tip, the pad of your thumb slipping into his oozing slit and making him clutch your shoulders, as he whimpers softly in your ear.

"Wait wait wait." you halt your movements, looking up at him instantly.

"I want to familiarise myself with...you first." he whispers, before he grabs your hips and follows his head down to your chest, sucking and kissing your breasts on his way, massaging them with his hands, you moan softly under his gentle yet hungry touch.

Since the moment he met you, he felt an undeniable attraction to you, especially the first few months when you actually wore your nurses uniform, which entailed thigh high socks, a plaid skirt and a white shirt and coat, always hiding his erections from you as you replaced his bandages, he'd wanted to do this for so long, your kindness, your care he'd fell for you so hard.

He follows his lips down everywhere, leaving marks littered all over you, setting your body ablaze, he reaches your inner thighs and spreads them before his eyes, wanting to see every part of you he'd been dying to for years.

He gazes down at your pussy with curious eyes, admiring how wet you are, knowing it must be because of him, so wet that it's began to drizzle down onto the pads of your asscheeks below your pussy making the skin of one of his favourite parts of you glisten, he delights when he notices its even sloshed down your inner thighs, another one of his favourite parts.

Without a further second more, he dives his face between your soaked legs, eagerly licking his flattened tongue up and done your opening, lapping up your sweet essence and savouring your taste on his tongue.

"Fuck Levi." you moan, making his skin warm even more.

"I don't know what I'm doing so please, please be patient with me." He smiles up at you sheepishly.

"I always will be, but you’re already doing great honey I promise." You smile back, resting your hands in his silky black hair, directing him slightly.

He starts by taking note of your every response to his touches, searching where to put all his attention to, where to love. It doesn't take him long to figure out your clit is what gets the best reaction, he finds it quicker than you expect as he swiftly puts two and two together, and attaches his lips to it. Sucking on it with ardour, adoring how your thighs twitch beside his face and how your entire body jolts with pleasure, trying to imagine how you must be feeling, before he adds his long middle finger into your opening, wanting to hear more of your sounds, wanting to double your pleasure.

"Yes, yes, Levi yes, so-good." you groan above him, pulling his hair slightly as he fills your body with the sensations of his lips, while thrusting his finger into you at a perfect measuredly place.

"You can put another in." you whine, and he complies straight away, happy as you communicate to him what you need, as he inserts another he slips forward slightly and his fingers poke upwards against you accidentally, this makes your entire body twitch and a loud cry leaves your lips, as his fingers reach the spot you often strained to reach, when you were alone. He takes note of this and realises what he should do. He experimentally strokes his fingers up inside you and notices the spongey layer above from where he was initially thrusting his digits, and so hooks his fingers up against this spot and begins gliding his fingers along there instead, you squeeze your thighs around him tighter and cry out his name as he does, much to his delight, spurring him on further.

"You-really-are-learning." you pant, no man has never gave you head like this before or even given any thought to stimulating your gspot.

"Do you like it? Is it good?" he groans, slurping up your slick arousal, as it's warm slipperiness coats his chin and wrist as he works.

"Yes. Levi yes! I'm almost there." you whimper. Hearing this makes him want to give you all the pleasure in the world, all that he can, he increases the pace of his fingers and your body tenses instantly at the intense increase of sensation, as he sucks and licks at your clit with even more fervour.

His lips begin to messily slip from side to side against the pools of wetness sliding onto his tongue against your clit, while he fights to keep it as consistent as he can, wanting to help you completely lose it. He feels the pull on his hair tighten, as your thighs tense and clutch him, until your breathing completely halts for a moment.

"Oh fuck Levi yes yes!" you shriek, as you reach your peak, the pressure building in your hips finally unlatching, allowing the crashing waves of pleasure to wash through to your nerves.

You clench your walls around his fingers, he notices the tight grip as he removes his fingers from you, and it excites him further, wondering what you will feel like on his cock when he's inside you. You pull him by his shoulders up to your lips, kissing him and rolling your tongues together.

"That's what I've been missing huh?" he grins, as he kneads his tongue against yours, taking more control, as he lightly fucks your tongue with his.

"You did so good, but I knew you would." You smile back breathlessly, lightly stroking his jaw, enjoying his soft skin, feeling his heart thud erratically against your chest. After giving you a few moments he pulls away from your lips and flips you over on your stomach, grabbing your cheeks in his hands and forcing your hips up with his grip.

"I-just -want-to-please -you." he groans, as he plants sloppy open mouth kisses to your cheeks, squeezing them as he makes his way between your legs with his tongue.

Fuck.

"God damn it Levi." you moan, shocked by his sudden confidence and dominance, still trying to process the change in position.

"I have an idea." he whispers in awe as he spreads your cheeks apart, relishing the view, the access to all your sensitive spots in this position, before thrusting his face into you once more.

"It's so beautiful isn't it." he coos, admiring the beauty of your pussy, the beauty of you. Playing with your wetness against his calloused digits, swirling his fingers around and parting your lips, and then pulling them from your glistening lips to his mouth, you hear sucks and murmurs of appreciation from behind you, making you gasp, realising he was tasting you.

Now I know what to do.

Levi can hardly contain himself now, he knew how bring you pleasure now, and that's all he'd wanted to do, make you moan from his every touch.

He begins to fuck your opening with his tongue, delighting in the feeling of your pussy pulsing against his face, throbbing from his motions, as he stretches a hand around your waist and rubs circles against your clit as he uses his strong muscle to delve inside you, your lips parting from his vigour, with every stroke of his tongue, he eagerly pulls your hips closer to his face going harder when he feels your knees buckling.

You chant his name as he makes you feel sensations you've never felt before, your eyes rolling back, spit leaking from your lips, as he tongue fucks you relentlessly. The feeling it's filling him with to have you like this, he sees the way men look at you when you’re both out together, you are beautiful after all, but here you are crumbling from him, a man that had never even done this before. In this moment you are his.

It's me she wants and I'm so fucking lucky.

"This is making me so hard." he groans, as he feels his hardening length stroking against his thigh more and more with his every movement, he has never felt pleasure like this in his life, he's letting himself get completely lost in it.

"Be louder." You let your moans be louder for him and he groans deeply in delight.

"Please." he rasps into you, his breath hitching and syncing with yours as he feels you tipping over the edge again, your hips now wildly stuttering from his relentless tongue fucking, the hot sensation on your sensitive bud from his tongue, filling with pleasure as your orgasm begins to warm through your body. Your moans filling his ears, much to his delight, making him go faster and faster, chasing your pleasure with you.

"Like this [name]?" he groans as he feels you twitch against his strong and unfaltering tongue as it hits the spot inside you that drives you over the edge.

"There Levi! Levi, don't stop please." you whimper, drooling onto the mattress below you and hearing nothing but your obscenely loud moans fill the room, along with the ungodly sounds of him, slurping and devouring you greedily.

"In my mouth." he croons grunting as pure pleasure takes him with you to, keeping the last strokes of his beautifully consistent pace-unbearably high, as you shriek out so loud you feel bad for all of the neighbours, losing complete control over your body as it tenses, your mouth dropping open as nothing but strained groans and whimpers leave it, they were even silent at first, your mouth a silent o, as your body convulsed. The pleasure completely overwhelming you, as your wetness gushes out onto his face below you, he enjoys every second of it, swallowing the sweet taste that flows onto his lips.

Feeling your shaky state, as your thighs quake, he pulls away giving you a moment to calm down, groaning at the feeling of your walls gripping his fingers as he pulls them away again, but gathering all of your slick thats coating his fingers and rubbing it all over his cock, you sit yourself up against the headboard, looking at the sexy sight of him in front of you.

As he rubs your cum all over his cock, giving you a tantalising show, as he looks down and delights at the sight and the feeling of your cum now on his throbbing cock, bringing his fingers to his lips to savour the last of the taste remaining on his fingers, before palming himself slowly with your slick.

"Come here." you breathe out seductively, making his heart stop at your tone, as you smirk at the beautiful view in front of you.

He kneels between your legs, looking up at you and stroking your face as you catch your breath and as you run your fingers over his chest, his defined body captivating, his creamy pale skin slightly shimmering with sweat from exertion. Every piece of the tightly packed muscle that makes up his abs, those strong shoulders, those thighs catching your eyes,making you need him more and more, he is truly perfect, godly even-scars and all, if anything especially, never have you adored a person more.

"God your sexy. You're seriously telling me you weren't beating the girls of you in Paradis?" He chuckles, his eyes softening, you'd shamelessly flirted with him like this, since you met him, this reminded him of that, and he loved it, the first time you saw him you expressed how handsome you thought he was and you didn't fail to tell him everyday as well. He’s always loved this about you.

"I wasn't, but since I moved here I have a nurse who I have to do that to instead."

"What she like?" you swagger, wiggling your eyebrows at him, making him rub between his eyebrows as he laughs at you heartily, she's ridiculous he thinks, while simultaneously savouring every second of this moment.

"Well she's beautiful and...sweet, and unlike anyone I've ever met, her tea is shit though."

"Oii!" you grin, pinching his chest a little.

"But sweet you say, how kind of you."

"Well...she tastes unbelievably sweet." he hums, narrowing his eyes at you suggestively, making a chill run through your spine from his sudden switch in tone.

"Levi Ackerman! How crude of you!" you giggle, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him  under you into a kiss, you straddle him and his eyes shut as he groans, shuddering as he feels your wetness on his thigh, you trace your fingers down his abs, reaching his solid abdomen, before palming him, he's rock hard in your fist, and you couldn't wait to give him release, you are now desperate to return the same pleasure to him he has given to you.

"What a mess you've made here." you tut, earning a smirk from him, as your hands slide up and down his throbbing length with ease from all of his pre-cum and your cum.

"You going to let your nurse take care of you now, old man?"

"Silly brat." He laughs, letting his head fall into your neck as you lean your body over his, your breasts rubbing against his chest, his hands grip at your hips as you work your soft hands over his length, he groans as your breasts bounce in his face slightly as you work. You then pull away slowly, lowering your head down, and grabbing his hips, making his eyes widen as he realises what your about to do to him.

Fuck. Is she going to-

You lick firm stripes up his shaft with your flattened tongue and flutter kisses against it.

"Oh my god." he grunts as he looks down and sees you licking and kissing at his cock, he almost cums then and there, it feels a little filthy first to him, but then so so right, seeing your face between his thighs.

She's perfect.

He will never forget this moment.

The way he's looking at you is making your heart leap , you can see how much he's enjoying himself, and you fucking love it. You how much he has been through, you know how brave he is, how strong he is, and in this moment all you want to do is show him how much you admire and adore him, and importantly how much you respect the man in front of you.

"You're amazing, you know that?" you smile as his eyes catch yours for a moment, filled with the need to tell him with your words to.

"Stop it." he blushes, covering his face with his hand, making you smile. You wrap both hands around his shaft now and start to lightly twist them up and down as you slide your lips with ease down his length, making him gasp at the new sensation of your mouth.

"Feels-good!” he stutters beneath you, while you continue to give him absolute heaven.

You hollow your lips just right, giving him the tight sensation he'd truly not anticipated, making him lurch his hips up into your mouth further from surprise, his hands go to reach into your hair but then you gag on him slightly and he regains some control of his state and withdraws, worried he's hurt you.

"Did I just hurt you?" he gasps, sitting up slightly in alarm.

"No darling, sit back and relax, I mean it, let me take care of you okay." you soothe, showering his thigh with kisses while waiting for his nod to continue. When he does you slowly work your way down his entire length, slowly but surely, he looks down at you in shock, your name leaving his parted lips with every breathy groan and pant, unable to handle how you look with him filling your mouth, as you take all of him every few seconds. His hands hesitantly reach over your hair again and rest in it, pushing your head down softly now, as he gets more comfortable.

"Do you like this?" you groan, as you increase the pace of your lips and hands, slurping and choking slightly.

"Yes, yes [name] I do. S-so much." he splutters hazily, pushing your head down a little further, he feels himself getting close, his body filling with pleasure as he focuses on how your swollen lips look dripping with saliva and pre cum, as you take him further and further, completely deep throating him, removing one of your hands to lightly handle his balls, massaging them as you coax him to his end.

"T-thank you, thank you, thank you [name]." he groans.

"That's it, in my mouth." you pant, palming him faster and faster, sucking him with a harder pressure.

"Shit thank you [name]!" he groans out, his vision fades as he explodes into your mouth, his entire body falling limp as he empties himself past your lips, clutching your soft hair in his fingertips as his entire body courses with a feeling he's never felt before, a completely alien yet mind blowing sensation, and he couldn't be more grateful and joyed that it was you who was giving it to him.

You swallow every last drop, your eyelids twitching and fluttering shut as you savour his sweetness, you gather some from the corner of your lips, straddle over his body once more and thrust your fingers into his mouth, his eyes widen slightly at first until he relaxes under your touch, sucking them lightly while looking deep into your eyes before you remove them to cup his chin.

"Thank you so much [name], for giving me that." he   whispers breathlessly, caressing your cheek and running his thumb across your brow bone adoringly.

"Thank you to you too handsome." You breathe contently, running your fingers gently across his throat.

"I trust you." he says firmly, looking into your eyes with complete sincerity, trying to communicate to yours what he's truly trying to say what his lips don't, and you know exactly what he means. For him to trust you with his body like this, for him to trust you the way he did from the moment he met you.

"I love you too.” You smile, before leaning over and kissing his forehead, he smiles back instantly, you truly do understand him, more than anyone else.

"All I need, is you and my tea shop." he smiles, running his thumb over your lips.

"And all I want is you. I knew that from the moment I first laid my eyes on you." you hum, running your fingers through his hair, before leaning into his neck and whispering.

"Now make me yours." Your soft voice melts him instantly, because like you, he knows exactly what you mean, especially right now.

He gently places you down on your back, running his finger tips up and down your chest while you palm his length, his hips hovering above yours-ready, you can't wait for him to finally be buried into your walls.

"I'll be gentle with you, okay?"

"I know you will."

You guide him against you, rubbing his head against you, gathering up the wetness thats resting in a pool against your glistening opening.

"Make love to me Levi." you groan, the sensation of his slick tip rubbing against you makes you whine and shudder beneath him, your hips twitching forward to meet his, itching for him to be inside you.

"Gladly [name]." he groans as he slowly begins to thrust into you, your wet and hot walls accommodate him instantly, breathless curses fall from his lips as your walls engulf his cock, throbbing and pulsing around it.

"Shit." he shivers, throwing his head back, as he clutches at your hips, as it gets closer and closer to being fully sheathed. When he's fully enveloped into your pussy, he holds himself in you for a moment, adjusting to and savouring this heavenly sensation.

"You feel so amazing. This feels like nothing I've ever-" He can't even continue when you grab on to his hips and pull him against yours, making him hit even deeper inside you, eager for him to start.

"[Name]." he moans, his face falling onto your chest as he begins to slowly rock his hips back and forth.

"Levi." you groan, as he thrusts into you just right, your eyes stay fluttered shut, his hair tickling down on your cheek as he kisses at your neck and jaw as he fucks you with a careful gentleness. You rake your nails up and down his back, making him whimper, as your walls pulse around him.

"I love you [name], I love you, I love you." the words escaping his lips in short strained bursts, as his breaths become ragged.

"I love you Levi." you moan out loudly, as the grip on your hips becomes tighter.

“Faster."

"Are you sure?" he groans.

"Yes darling. Come on, give me it to me." He finally lets go, dragging you closer to his solid frame, pulling you up to his pelvis, by his firm grip on your hips. Now he begins to pound into you, a string of curses blurting and spluttering from your lips as he fucks you, hard.

"Yes, just like this, this is what I wanted." you gasp breathlessly, wanting him to know just how good he feels, as he bucks his hips into yours, fucking you senseless, your back arching up to his grip.

"Fuck you're really taking it all!" he groans.

"You're so good."

"Fuck, the way you feel." he moans, as you begin to grip him as your body starts to tense, your orgasm creeping in to take over your body, one of your hands a balled up fist firmly clutching the sheet below you while the other hooks around his neck, keeping him close to you. He removes a hand from your hip and starts to rub your clit, wanting to push you further over the edge, excited to feel you finish around his cock this time.

"Yes Levi, fuck, fuck, fuck me." you whimper, as his finger works on your nub faster and his thick cock  hits against your sweet spot with every thrust of his hips, filling you perfectly.

His thumb is now moving so fast, that you start to claw the nape of his neck softly the sensations overtaking you, feeling your nails digging crescent moons into your palms through your grip on the sheet below you, as his thrusts become absolutely frenetic.

"Levi fuck!”

"That's it don't hold yourself back."

"Dont."

He feels you hit your peak as the heat in your abdomen snaps into fiery flames and burns through you, pleasure splintering through your hips, he smiles as he watches your face contort beautifully, bringing him further to his climax.

His hands fall from your hips to your inner thighs, spreading them wider to delight in the view of the wetness oozing down his cock from your pussy, needing to feel closer. His nails gripping into your fleshy thighs, as he forces them wide, enjoying the view of his length slamming in and out of you, making you shriek from the overload in sensation, and overstimulation, as he makes sure this image never leaves his mind. With a few more snaps of his hips, he hits his end with you to, exploding as powerfully as you had, his weight falling down on to you.

"[Name]! Thank you." he groans out as he collapses down against you. Pressing lazy kisses to your neck and collarbones and smiling dazedly, he pulls out of you carefully, cum unplugging from your pussy and oozing out of you, down onto the mattress, he settles a hand down on your inner thigh, travelling it to your opening to play with the spilling cum.

"Levi." you rasp with a smirk, latching your lips onto his shoulder as he starts to finger you slowly, using the slickness from his cum to scissor come hither motions into you, making you grab onto his shoulders at once.

"Here I thought we were finished."

"I was curious." he hums, kissing your temple with a gratified smile, continuing the soft and gentle thrusts of his digits, delighting in the soft mewls of his name against his chest as you fall apart for him even more.

"I can't get enough of you now [name].”

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[jadequeen88]

A Waitress’ Worst Nightmare

A/N: Written for the BNHA Degeneracy 9-5 collab! THIS IS 18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: TW.sexual harassment, TW.oral(recieving), TW.degredation TW.nipple play, TW.Mommy kink

Pairing: busboy!Keigo, linecook!Dabi, f!waitress!Reader

You’re a college student just trying to get by. The biggest worry you should have right now is if you had enough time to finish that psych paper or when you were going to meet up with your calculus study group. Instead, you’ve got a much larger problem facing you...A problem that has permeated through every aspect of your life. Your coworkers were Grade-A-Assholes who decided making your life miserable was on the top of their to do lists.

You thought waitressing at the 24/7 diner downtown would be a breeze. Money was tight and since you were 21 and almost done with your undergrad, you wanted a little more financial independence. Little did you know when the owner hired you that you’d have to work alongside the two biggest shitheads in the city.

First there’s Keigo. To the untrained eye, he could almost seem charming. But you found out pretty quickly what a dick he was. He was working as a “busboy”, but in reality he didn’t do anything but flirt with every woman within his field of vision. Keigo would leave the tables a mess until there wasn’t a clean one left in your station and you’d be forced to do his job for him.

“What, babe? Stop getting your panties in a twist. I’m real busy these days. You know I’m practically running this place now.”

Oh yeah. How could you forget? He took every opportunity to remind you of that fact. Keigo’s dad happened to be buddies with the owner, garnering a sense of trust with the old man. He slowly weaseled his way into running day-to-day operations while the elderly owner stayed home most days.

Although the diner needed another busboy to pick up his slack, Keigo refused to tell the boss to hire another. You overheard a phone conversation between Keigo and your boss just last night:

“Nah, boss. We’ve got it covered here. No need to hire another busboy. The waitresses are just finding reasons to nag. Women, am I right?”

You were fuming.

***

As bad as Keigo was, his friend Dabi was exponentially worse. The line cook was, without a doubt, a drug dealer. The only motive he could possibly have for working there is having a place to do business with his “customers”(and of course, to help Keigo make your life a living hell). It clearly wasn’t because he needed the money since you’d seen his “friends” slip him generous wads of cash when they stopped by the restaurant. If cleaning up Keigo’s messes sucked, trying to put in customer’s orders with Dabi was pure torture. 

“Eggs over easy instead of scrambled? I dunno, Princess. Sounds like it’ll be a pain in my ass. Whatcha gonna give me if I do it?”

Then he’d lick his lips with his long pierced tongue, leering at you over the counter. Gag... You wondered if that ever actually worked in his favor. 

One semi-decent thing you can say about Keigo is that he’d never actually laid a finger on you. The same can’t be said for Dabi. You learned after your first day to wear shorts under the skirt of your uniform. You were behind the counter slicing lemons when he took his spatula and lifted the hem of your skirt. Before you realized what he was doing, he was calling out to his partner in crime.

“Fuuuuuck, Kei! Look at the ass on the new girl!”

You wondered what was going on until you felt a breeze and realized it was your ass that was on display. You’d slapped the spatula away and straightened your skirt, but not before they both got an eyeful of your black, lace panties. You cried for ten minutes in the bathroom after your shift that day.

***

The day you’d been dreading was finally upon you. No, it wasn’t a big test or project due... You had to ask off work for your cousin’s wedding. That meant dealing with Keigo (who was now in charge of making the schedule each week).

You squared your shoulders and went over what you would say over, and over in your head so you wouldn’t stumble over your words when you had to face him. 

“I need to have Saturday off for my cousin’s wedding. I can work the Sunday morning shift instead.”

This was repeated on a loop in your brain as you walked down the darkened corridor towards the office. You let out a long sigh and gently rapped your knuckles against the wooden frame. The sound of shuffling and muffled voices seeped through the thin faux wood and a moment later, the door swung inward. The thick cloud of smoke and strong, skunky smell almost knocked you flat on your ass. Instead of seeing Keigo alone working on the schedule, you saw that he and Dabi were hotboxing in the small office.

Knowing they were back here getting high while you closed the diner by yourself was the last straw. You slam the door behind you and stomp forward to lean over the desk Keigo was propped up behind.

“Listen you shit heads!” you slammed you fists on the desk knocking over a jar of pens. “I am so fucking sick of slaving away in this shit hole while you two get high and fuck off back here. You’re going to let me have Saturday off or I swear to Christ, I’m calling the boss and spilling my guts! About the weed, the drug deals, the snarky remarks, the groping, EVERYTHING! I’ve had enough!”

There was a moment of silence then the two of them burst into a fit of laughter. In a blind fit of rage, you leap across the desk and grab Keigo by the throat. When you made contact and squeezed as hard as your small hand would allow, a whimper escaped his throat and his eyes rolled back.

Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you gripped your fingers tightly again to see if you could pull any more sounds from him. He didn’t disappoint. This time it was a whimper followed by him nervously mumbling.

“Heh, Kid... Seriously, knock it off. This shit isn’t funny.”

Your eyes traveled down the front of his body and when they landed on the crotch of his baggy khakis, your suspicions were confirmed. This loser who acted like a certified pussy-slayer popped a boner just from you choking him.

You leaned in close to his face, using this as your chance to get revenge for all the hell he had put you through. “Aww little Keigo... Not used to being roughed up?” you cooed. “Dumb little baby Keigo...I bet if I kept this up, you’d come in your pants like a dirty slut, wouldn’t you?”

You felt movement over your shoulder and heard a deep chuckle. “Dude you’re so pathe-”

Dabi gasped as you grabbed him by the crotch with your free hand and squeezed. He was already hard. You met his eyes and see panic etched across his features. A sadistic grin spread across your mouth as you tightened your grip. His head fell back and let out a whimper almost as needy as Keigo’s. 

“You’re both going to do exactly what I say or I swear, I will tell every girl you ever try to speak to what a couple of pathetic virgins you two are...”

***

“Ungh! Plea-please... Harder! I... I need more!”

*SMACK*

Your hand lands hard across the blonde’s face, drawing a pathetic whimper from his throat. He thrust his weeping cock along your shin whimpering, craving more pressure to relieve his suffering.

“You don’t get to tell me what you need, Keigo. Shut your fucking mouth and be grateful you get this much.”

You throw your head back against the office chair and hum as Dabi eats your cunt like it’s his last meal.

“Mmm... See Keigo? See what a good boy Dabi is being? He knows his stupid mouth is only meant for one thing... Making Mommy’s pussy feel good.”

The praise causes the dark haired man between your thighs to moan into your clit sending a pulse of pleasure through your lower body. The ball of his piercing circles your clit and you feel the familiar ache of an impending orgasm begin to tighten in your belly.

Keigo starts shoving Dabi away from you with a growl. “This is bullshit! I haven’t even had a chance yet!”

Dabi elbows him, ”Fuck off Kei! I almost had her finished off!”

Furious from being jerked back from the edge of your orgasm, you grab a fist full of blonde hair in one hand and black in the other. You pull their flushed faces up to look you in the eye.

“If you want to come at all, you will shut...the fuck...up... and get me off. Now”

Dabi wasted no time in diving back into your dripping slit, panting heavily while he ran his pierced tongue in and out of your swollen entrance. Keigo attacked your neck, whimpering as he planted sloppy kisses down your collarbone until his tongue was licking long stripes up you clothed nipple.

“I think you can do a little better than that, baby,’ you cooed into Keigo’s messy blonde tresses, sweetly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. He took that as his cue to remove the clothing between your hardening bud and his hot, wet tongue.

Keigo latched onto your nipple, nursing it with vigor while he gently grazed his fingertips over the other. You heard him mumble something into the soft swell of your breast.

“Speak up,” you pull him away from your nipple with a pop, “I didn’t catch that...”

“I-I said... I...”

Your attention was drawn to the man between your legs as he began to suck down hard on your clit. The hand you had wrapped in Keigo’s hair tightened causing him to cry out.

“Mommy! Please! Wanna be your good boy! Wanna make Mommy come...” He sobs as he starts frantically licking and sucking your neglected nipple. This pushes you over the edge and your long awaited orgasm rushes over you. 

After you come down from your high, you push them off and begin getting dressed while the two men you left on the floor look up at you with wide eyes.

Dabi, still panting from eating you so vigorously, chokes out a little half sob.

“But.. where are you goin? We did what you asked!”

“Yeah babe! what the fuck!”

You eyed both men and let the tension hang in the air before turning and walking to the door.

“Give me the whole weekend off. Then we’ll arrange something Monday,” you look over your shoulder, “As long as you don’t piss me off before then..”

You walk out of the office with the biggest grin you’ve had in a long time and feeling a lot more relaxed. Maybe this job was going to turn out better than you expected. 

#bnha dabi #bnha smut #dabi x you #hawks x y/n #tw mommy kink #bnha eijiro kirishima #mha hawks #mha x reader #bnha reader insert #jade writes smut

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Howl TWD AU Daryl Dixon x OFC 12/15.

Hi!

I'm here again.

Sorry for the waiting!

So many things going to happen in this chpater, we have a new pack on Daryl's territory and... Well you'll see!!

I hope you like it!

Howl

Daryl Dixon x OFC.

Warnings(For the all series); AU. M, Smut, +18, hurt/comfrot, blood, violence, bad language, war plans, ABO references, Knot thing, a lot of references about werewolves mixed with my own imagination.

Warnings chapter: Fluff. Talking about babies. Bad language. Fighting. Shooting. Blood. New pack. Implicit sexual content.

Outside Narrator.

Words: 5000.

N/A: Yes, I know, I use Woodbury a lot in my stories, but Seasons 2 and 3 are my favorites and they can’t live in a prison…. Woodbury is the closest thing… and yes, Rick and Michonne are together because I love them and I miss them a lot, sorry if someone is unhappy about this.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @darylsgarden

Part 12.

Keeping an eye on Merle is not difficult, the man seems quite comfortable in his cell, he has not put up any resistance in staying there, he has collaborated in the questions his brother has asked him, he has even dared to joke and tease Daryl's partner, but that does not leave the hunter at ease. There is something that escapes him and he is afraid that it may be too late when he finds out.

Even with those he decides to leave the police station accompanied by Ixeia, Merle has lain on the bunk in the cell and has preferred to fall asleep to continue with the conversation they had pending, so they have given him some respite.

They decide to head to the hospital to check on Michonne and the baby, find out if Rick still has his balls and above all to put everyone else on notice. Although he has let the wolves continue with their guard it never hurts to keep your ears open for any strange movements.

When they arrive at the hospital Rick is outside Michonne's room, he's standing next to his companions and Daryl dares to give him a small comforting hug, asking him with his eyes if everything is okay, Rick nods his head, eyes filled with tears of emotion.

"It's a boy." He says in a breathy whisper and Daryl smiles giving him a few proud pats on the back.

"Congrats, Dad." He jokes seeing the sheriff's smile grow much wider.

"I'm so glad Rick, how's Michonne?" dares Ixeia to ask.

"They're both fine, they've come in to help her with some things and now we can stop by to see her... Do you want to...?" he doesn't know how to ask the she-wolf and she smiles.

"I'm sure the doctors have done a great job, but I can help her get back on her feet a little faster, if you want."

"I don't know if it's a good idea for you to heal her early, dude, she might kill you before your time..." Ezekiel jokes, but Rick seems to hesitate at his words. "Think about it, you left her home alone going to a fight with those huge wolves and her water broke and you weren't there..."

"I know... I know what you mean..." He scratches the back of his neck and looks sideways at the she-wolf who smiles amused at his hesitation. "No, help her, I'm sure she'll thank you."

"It's okay." She smiles again patting the sheriff's arm affectionately.

Everyone waits patiently for the nurses to come out after helping Michonne dress and settle RJ in her arms, teaching her how to breastfeed. Rick is the first to enter when the nurses give him permission. He's shaking and nervous, it's not his first child, not by a long shot, but it's always a strange moment, there are many mixed feelings in that instant, fear, nervousness, excitement, worry, everything mixes in the sheriff's chest until he walks through the door and it all turns to relief and joy as he sees his wife and the baby in his arms, she smiles, exhausted, but she's fine and RJ sucks hard, feeding for the first time.

Rick walks over to her, draping an arm over the pillow, and leans down to kiss her slowly, lovingly and affectionately. He sighs in relief again and she leans against his chest.

"Congratulations, Mom." He congratulates her in a whisper caressing her cheek.

"Don't think you're going to save yourself with nice words..." She whispers in turn, both of them afraid to disturb the little one's peace as he feeds.

"I have brought Ixeia with me..." He says as if the young she-wolf is the panacea and Michonne laughs low at that.

"Did everything go well? what happened?"

"I'm not too sure, we got Merle, Daryl's locked him up at the station, we don't know if his people will come after him or he's just a liability, but Daryl wants to know more about that pack and... I don't know, we're just being careful." He shrugs and she nods.

"Are they okay?"

"I think so, Daryl transformed, but it wasn't as... radical as the other time, these things are beyond my ken, but he seemed pretty surprised too."

Michonne nods again, it's something she doesn't understand either, but she's glad her friend didn't lose control of himself again that everything turned out okay. They stay a few more minutes in silence, just enjoying the atmosphere between the three of them. When RJ seems satiated Rick lets the rest of his companions come in, slowly and quietly to welcome the newborn.

There are faces of excitement, surprise and joy, all congratulating the couple, fussing over Michonne and paying special attention to the baby that Rick now cradles in his arms. He is tiny and looks so fragile, but at the same time he clenches his fist around his father's finger tightly with his mouth open in a small "o" with the tip of his tongue brushing his lips. Ixeia reaches up to Rick with a small smile, caresses RJ's round cheek and presses her finger against the skin feeling it soft and squishy. Her eyes sparkle with excitement, the baby reaches out his other hand to hold the she-wolf's finger and she almost purrs like a cat. Daryl, leaning against the bedroom door, watches the young girl's reaction feeling his stomach shrink for a second.

What will it be like when she has puppies of her own?

He frowns for a second at the thought. It's not her first heat, she's not young enough for that, but it’s the first heat she's gone through with a male, her Alpha has marked her as his, there's as good a chance as any that they could have a litter. It also doesn't mean they haven't put any effort into trying. Daryl could still swear that, if his whole body didn't ache, his balls would be ready again. He knows it doesn't end there, that the heat hasn't dissipated, now only he can sense it, it's still there, like a little cloud between them. She is calm because the Mark is doing its job, but he knows that when they have a moment alone he will mark her again, he will bury himself in her again, knot himself in her. Desire shakes his body and he has to stifle a growl.

This is no time for that.

He has to clear his mind by shaking his head slightly as Rick walks up to him with the little boy in his arms. Daryl likes kids, he has that instinct, he liked teasing Carl when he was a kid, he liked taking care of Judith when she was just a baby and enjoys the company of both of them when he goes to see his best friend at his house, but now he feels strange. The image of the baby gives him a different feeling, something gets stuck in his throat, instinctively he wants to lean over and brush him with his nose, mark his scent in his memory to protect him forever, but he knows it's not his responsibility, Rick and Michonne will take very good care of that baby, they will be protective and very good parents. Of that he is more than sure. He sighs smiling and caresses little RJ's head.

"Congratulations, brother." He tells him with infinite affection, really feeling what he was saying. Rick smiles and nods, grateful.

"Thank you..."

"Speaking of babies, are you guys pregnant now too?" Shane asks with extreme curiosity and a heavy silence forms in the hospital room.

No one says anything, but it's clear that everyone is waiting for the answer. Michonne is on the gurney with a gesture of infinite surprise, she isn’t the only one, some look as confused and surprised as the new mother. Ixeia lowers her head embarrassed by all the attention they are getting, but mostly because she feels Daryl's intense gaze on her.

"Come on now, they've been one night together, there's no way the werewolf seed is that effective." Ezekiel tries to joke and Shane frowns.

"One night? It's been a day and a half!" Andrea nudges her husband a little to shut the hell up and the she-wolf covers her face with both hands. Apparently it hadn't gone unnoticed the disappearance of the two of them.

"Can we talk about it another day? Today is Michonne and Rick's day... they just had a baby..." She tries to turn the attention away from herself.

"No way, I've done my job, RJ is fed and asleep in his father's arms, we can hear what you have to tell us."

Clearly they are not going to be able to get away from that so easily. Ixeia looks up still discovering Daryl's two-colored eyes on her. Her cheeks take on a new reddish color and she rubs her hands together trying to get her thoughts in order. She bites her lip and shrugs slightly. She opens her mouth to tell what she knows, but Daryl beats her to it.

"Ain’t that simple either. Having a litter is just as time consuming and frustrating sometimes as humans having babies. Yeah, it can be more effective most of the time because we bounce back more easily and the times of heat helps litters be more successful, but it ain’t mean it always happens either." He shrugs, advancing a few steps into the room. "I just found out that I can have my own pack, but I don't even know if it's possible. I dunno what extent my status as an Alpha is fertile and dominant."

"After a day and a half of copulation I'd say it's pretty dominant..." Shane grimaces as Daryl looks at him raising an eyebrow. "Jesus warned us that they were going on patrol without you and that Ixeia was already in heat, that you were helping her..."

"Were ya all behind the door listenin’ or what?" he frowns, but there's an amused smile on his mouth.

"No, but not for lack of curiosity, I have to say." Andrea jokes. "We had to stop Derek's feet on a couple of occasions when he wanted to go to Ixeia's, make up some excuse." Andrea's smile widens as she hears the Alpha growl at the mention of the she-wolf's "boyfriend" and sees him move closer to her, as if he wants to impose his presence on hers.

"Derek…" The she-wolf gives herself a small smack on the forehead at the reminder and another growl.

"Sounds to me like ya'll have to talk to him..." Daryl's voice is huskier than usual she sits with her head, understanding the situation, she doesn't want to hurt the human much less want Daryl to confront him for believing they are touching what is his.

"So... No babies? So what do we say about you two? are you a couple?" Michonne wants to know totally intrigued, two days ago Daryl was a mystery man even to his best friends and now he was a mystery man but with a woman by his side. It was really exciting.

Ixeia shakes her head touching her belly.

"No babies... No... I don't feel anything special, I really don't know..." She looks sideways at Daryl and fixes her gaze back on her own belly. "I never thought about having my own pack myself... in my pack I had a totally different function..."

"Well, I don't know if you can consider it or not, but we are your family now." Smiles Carol with infinite fondness. "And you'd say yours is more of a marriage than a courtship, wouldn't you? That thing about wolves only mating once in their lives..."

"Yes, it's a lifelong bond, it reaffirms the pack and limits contact from other wolves who don't belong to said pack." Daryl nods and his fingers caress the bite mark he has left on the she-wolf's neck. She closes her eyes at the contact and tilts her head toward him. "But ya are my pack... It's a hard thing to understand, but ya are my family, werewolf or not."

They all smile at that, feeling flattered by the hunter's words, knowing that it is difficult for him to express his feelings out loud, that sometimes finding the right words is too complex for him, but they understand what he means and feel good and strangely protected.

They spend a couple more hours there talking to Michonne, telling them what Merle has wanted to answer from the interrogation, they don't want to worry them, but the most important thing is to be on alert. More so now that there is a new life to protect. They all agree to go ahead with the plans, keeping the town under surveillance, with small guards along the perimeter of the forest to make sure nothing and no one enters undetected. RJ starts to get nervous, so they decide to leave the couple alone, Carl has shown up with Judith to meet the new family member and everyone leaves the hospital giving them privacy.

On the street Jesus waits patiently along with Abraham and Aaron, Daryl frowns at the sight of them and approaches them fearing bad news, however Abraham shakes his head, relaxing him a little.

"No sign of them, they haven't gone far because their scent is detectable, but they haven't moved within the perimeter of the territory." He tells the red-haired wolf and Daryl nods.

"Good, take a break, we'll change the surveillance round..."

"We're fine, no need..." Aaron tries to say.

"Let me walk you guys out." Shane interjects. "Sorry man, but the fight in the woods got my adrenaline pumping, you need to recover, someone needs to keep an eye on your brother in the cell..."

"Alright, Jesus stay in town, keep watch with Ezekiel and Carol, Aaron go with the Greene family, watch the farms and Shane go with Abraham and Andrea to the perimeter of town, keep an eye out for anything." Daryl orders feeling strange. He's not good at that sort of thing, he's seen Rick take care of his men on a multitude of occasions, but he doesn't consider himself a real leader. "Whatever you see, hear, feel, don't stupidly put yourselves in danger, warn the others, go back to town and between all of us we'll deal with whatever it is." He asks them finally getting them to nod their heads.

"Alright boss, we'll fill you in with anything." Daryl grunts but everyone scatters leaving the pair alone again.

"I'll go with them as soon as I get back on my feet." He says to the she-wolf without looking away from his companions who are walking away down the street.

"Do what you think you should do." She nods her head leaning against him. "I'll keep watch in town, help Ezekiel and Carol." She doesn't expect Daryl to approve of her decision so it surprises her when he makes an affirmative sound with his mouth. He must be really worried or finally his imposition as Alpha has fully manifested itself forcing him to take his position as leader of the pack.

"But first I'm gonna take care of ya." His voice sounds an octave lower causing the she-wolf's body to shudder and her heat floods her again.

His knot swells inside her again, he growls digging his fingers into her waist. He doubts very much that there is a drop left inside him, but he feels her insides tighten around him, squeezing him each time. He hears her moan above him, her teeth biting his fingertips, her hand caressing his cheek, his index and middle fingers inside her mouth, glancing sideways at him as her hips move slower and slower remaining sitting on him, panting, trying to catch her breath, her body sweaty and her face red from the heat coursing through her. Daryl is no better off than she is, but one thing is clear to him, that damn floor is going to wreck his back.

"We're gonna have to move the nest somewhere else, girl." He whispers hugging the young girl as she lays across his body.

"Do you want to go back to the cabin?" She asks in a breathy whisper with her face tucked into his neck.

"That wouldn't be a bad idea, but I meant a fucking bed. It’s gonna wreck my kidneys." He growls feeling her laugh on him.

"You've been the one getting intense this time..."

"Don't play that game, ya know ya have everythin’ to lose." He growls once more and the she-wolf's body trembles against his.

"Are you going to leave?" She whispers against his skin.

"As soon as I can get you loose." There's an amused tone in his voice, but she doesn't move, Daryl sighs, his fingers tangling in the strands of hair that fall over his own face and he bites his lip, thoughtful. "I have to go, I can't leave them alone in this, it's dangerous..."

"I know..."

"Stay here, rest, I'll be back before ya know it." He assures her, but she shakes her head.

"I want to help too, I also consider them my family, if anything should happen to them..."

Daryl nods his head kissing her forehead, feels his knot finally loosen and carefully climbs out of her still sitting up with the she-wolf on top of him. They both get up from the floor to start getting dressed. Once again the young woman's heat is under control and although they both feel a little dizzy, they have duties to attend to.

They leave Ixeia’s house running into Derek who comes up the front steps and stands still at the sight of them. His brow furrows angrily, Daryl takes a few steps forward facing the man. He can't stand the smell of him.

"Now I understand why you were defending him so much..." Derek mutters.

"Derek..." She tries to explain herself, but lowers his head. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have gone out with you I didn't..."

"I told ya not to come back this way." Daryl interjects with a growl. "She's mine, ya better get the hell out of here."

Derek is ready to confront the Ranger, he advances the few steps he has left, Daryl is waiting for him, in fact he's as eager as he is to give him a good punch, but in the distance a howl is heard and all the attention they were paying to the man disappears. They don't even make an effort to explain. They run out into the middle of the street, a wolf runs towards them, they immediately recognize Jesus' fur, he runs past them and the two follow him running in lockstep. The wolf is tracking something, even Daryl can smell it now, but he doesn't know who it is, who they are. They are at the entrance to the village. The howl sounds again.

They are waiting for Daryl.

When they reach the entrance to town, the pair of wolves tense up, even Jesus looks nervous. Before them is a group, not very large, of people who look impatient, the leader of them smiles crookedly, accompanied by a woman with a nice haircut, purple. The man is somewhat, strong, older than Daryl, dressed in a leather jacket and tight jeans. His smile is wide and seems to promise nothing good.

"Wow, so the rumors are true. You’re a fucking Metis." The man's voice is deep, and laden with mockery.

"Who are ya? since when did this town become a fucking rallying point?" snarls Daryl.

"It's been a fluke. We've been following a scouting party for several days now. I hear one of them is your brother."

"Why are ya following them?" he wants to know, but doesn't answer his question.

"They're stirring up a lot of shit around them, and it's starting to affect the rest. At first they were a bunch of pricks, assholes, but they're mobilizing a lot of people with them, and that doesn't smell right to me."

"I've heard something, but that doesn't give ya the right to come into my territory like that."

"We apologize." Speaks the woman then. "My name is Lucille and this is Negan, my Alpha... We're just passing through, but..."

"You seek help." Over understands Ixeia and she nods her head.

"We've dealt with them not too long ago... we've managed to placate them, but we don't know if they could come back, we could use some help..." Daryl speaks, surprising those with him. "I don't like what they're up to, my brother is... was part of that group and I think there's something about them that's not right..."

"We can join forces, fight them and then we would go back to our territory." Negan agrees holding out his hand, Daryl hesitates for a moment but shakes it tightly.

"Well, we should talk to the rest, we should draw up some plan and... see where you're going to sleep..." Jesus mutters and looks at Daryl who nods his head.

"We should talk to Rick." Intervenes, Ixeia.

"I'm gonna take them to the cabin, we ain’t using it now, so... ya can stay there."

"I'll set them up, go talk to Rick, where do I gather the others?" offers Jesus.

"In the cabin, we'll all go there, come on." He grabs Ixeia's hand going to get Rick.

Negan's pack is large, organized, but there are many unfriendly faces. Negan and Lucille are a couple of Alphas, they are a couple of Lupus who have gone down to Woodbury following the trail of Merle's people. From what the man has told them they tried to recruit some of his younger men from the litter and Negan didn't like that at all. They were kicked out of their territory, but knowing that they were still searching for people and breaking up herds scammed the man and worried his partner.

Everyone listens carefully to the story the man tells them. There are a lot of swear words, protests and irony coming out of his mouth, he is clearly pissed off with that scouting party, but there is something else. The leader guiding them, the "Governor" as Merle had called him, apparently is a Hominid who doesn't respect the Werewolf laws, something they also knew, but he was starting to hang out with Wolves expelled from their own packs, beings that were not stable; he was picking up the outcasts and the disowned to give them a target. It was not a bad thing, if seen from a perspective of peace and help, but this man was looking for war. And those wolves could be dangerous to anyone.

Daryl watches carefully while still listening to what the older Alpha has to say. He feels torn, he knew his brother was getting into trouble, again, but this is more serious than he thought. If this man is really getting so close to the Darkness to fulfill his objective, perhaps the most sensible thing to do would be to move the fight away from the town, leave his friends behind, look for a field where they can fight and avoid unnecessary spillage. They can, they know how to fight, if they join that pack to defeat the Governor and his entourage, it will be easier to expel them, keep them away from the Council and the Elders. He really doesn't care about that, he has always lived away from the big packs, the big mounds where the important wolves live, he doesn't need that in his life, I can go back to Woodbury and stay hidden, with his people, with his own pack, the Werewolf territories are vast, there is no need to live all together in the same place.

"What do you think, boss?" Abraham's voice brings him back to reality. He hates it when he calls him that, but the red-haired man doesn't seem to care.

"I think we should listen to them. Help us." He looks sideways at Negan, he doesn't like the wicked grin on his mouth, he's clearly a powerful but unstable Alpha, he likes war, he's an old wolf soldier. He has to be careful that deal doesn't backfire on him. "I think we should take this war out of here."

"That's up to you, man. I don't give a shit about humans, whether they die or not, I know by our fucking laws we can't kill them, but there's always collateral damage..."

"Those humans are part of my pack, so if shit happens to them, the pact is broken." He growls looking at Negan menacingly, Lucille steps in the middle and Daryl watches as the man turns into a puppy. They're both Alphas, but she's the one who really leads the whole pack.

"Forgive him, we're nervous, we've been on the road too long... Nothing is going to happen to anyone, but I accept your proposal to take the fight away from here. It wouldn't be good for anyone for the humans to realize what's going on either." Lucille proposes and Daryl nods, it's clear that it's like her he has to talk to.

"Well, as I say, we have driven them out, but if they really go after their leader it won't be long before they return, we must be prepared, draw up a plan... Ya can stay here, the hut is not very big, but it will accommodate a few of yer people, the forest is at yer disposal if ya feel more comfortable." He offers the woman who smiles gratefully. She turns to her pack and they all begin to mobilize, setting up some tents for those who can't stay inside the house.

"Are you going to leave us out?" asks Rick approaching his brother, a frown on his face. "After watching us fight? Woodbury is our town too, Daryl."

"I know, Rick, but ya guys need to be aware that this is dangerous. Ya just had a son, brother, I ain’t wanna him to grow up without ya."

"You don't know that."

"Neither do ya, and I'm ain’t gonna risk it becomin’ a reality." He sighs long and rubs his face with one hand. "Ya guys have been a big help, I know yer capable of fighting, but not this time..." He feels bad for leaving his family aside, but he can't lead them to certain death.

"You will be more useful in the village, keeping the wolves away from your people." Lucille speaks again trying to back up Daryl's words. "You say you have one of their men with you, maybe they could come looking for him."

"He's my brother, I highly doubt they'll come after him, they'll have figured out he's a complete idiot and left him to his own devices." Snorts Daryl, but Negan shakes his head.

"I doubt it, that fucker will pick up any unstable lunatic who can help him. No offense."

"No offense..." Ranger grunts and shakes his shoulders trying to relax. "Let's figure something out between all of us, after we come up with a plan we'll each take the position we've been set and... I guess all that will be left is to wait."

Negan and Lucille nod at the same time. Although Rick wants to continue protesting, he understands his friend's position, he has a family to protect, perhaps they will be more effective in town, as the woman has said. They don't walk away, however, they stay with the rest to listen to the plan, to know what their mission is going to be within all this. Negan and Lucille continue to give new details about the men and the pack that they don't know. Something bristles inside Daryl, he understands that they are entering a turbulent terrain, that the allies of that Governor have the same destructive intentions as him, or even worse. The pack they have joined with is led by a dangerous and aggressive woman, apparently savage and cruel even to her own pack members.

Negan's pack sets up in the cabin as Daryl has given them permission, they all have their roles in the plan, as there are more of them the guards can be more spaced out, they can cover more ground, it will be easier for everyone. Ixeia has strengthened the weapons of the members of Negan's pack, the Alpha carries with him a weapon inherited from his family, a bat that strengthens the strength of the wolf, they have also brought an arsenal of silver bullets that they do not hesitate to share with the humans that Daryl considers their pack. The more prepared they are, the better. In pairs they roam the perimeter, some transformed into wolves, others in their human form, trying to go unnoticed among the humans strolling through the woods as well.

In town Michonne has already returned home, Rick tells her what happened, everyone is at the Grimes house, they need to know all the details to be prepared. Of course Daryl is going to see to it that everyone gets an escort, with them or at their homes, he doesn't care, but they're not going to be unprotected if he can help it. The Greene farm becomes another point of interaction between wolves and humans. The forge where they had prepared knives and bullets is back in operation being helped by several members of Negan's pack who have the Gift for building special weapons. Rick and the others are amazed at the ease of these to mold steel and create new weapons, not only knives, axes, small swords, even new bullets.

Daryl dares to let his guard down a little, he feels he can trust this pack, despite their rough and surly appearance, they are excellent warriors and craftsmen. Lucille is a badass and Negan, taking away that personality, is also a good soldier helping his own and even Jesus and the others to perfect their fighting techniques.

To be Continued...

next chapter.

previous chapter.

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I hope you liked it!

Yes! Yes I know! I made Negan a good guy, with his personallity, but yes, good, I think if Lucille was still alive he wouldn't be so bad, so...

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unexpected friend

fandom: ATEEZ

characters: choi san

reader: fem

word count: 5.4k

summary:  fate decided to test this decade long feud between you and choi san

notes: enemies to lovers AU, toxic themes, character death, substance abuse (it’s not explicit) such as alcohol and cigarettes, heavy themes, language, violence 

You had no idea where it started— you just knew that you hated Choi San with every fiber of your being. And unsurprisingly, the feeling is mutual with you.

Maybe it started in kindergarten when he accidentally pushed you to the ground in the game of tag. You got so mad at him, saying that he meant it when he obviously didn’t, calling him stupid because “all boys are stupid.”. Or maybe it started when you knocked over his tower of building blocks as revenge. Or was it when he dipped your pigtails in paint to get back at you? Or maybe the time he spread rumors that you had cooties causing everyone to avoid you like the plague.

Whatever the reason, it spiraled into a childhood rivalry that continued as you grew older. The endless cycle of cat versus dog, taking revenge on one another, followed into grade school, where you reached your horse phase and he reached his gun dam phase. It was inevitable you’d see him again— you both lived in a fairly small town after all.

Petty actions like drawing on the other’s homework turned into stealing each other’s lunches or setting some sort of prank at each other’s seats— whatever your ten-year-old brains could think of. Your screaming matches grew even worse and at one point, you both started throwing punches. The teachers always had to watch you during breaks because eventually, you’d be on top of each other and pulling at each other’s hair.

San had an advantage of course since he took taekwondo, you always ended up as the loser. But in retaliation, you managed to convince your mother to enroll you in some other martial art to protect yourself. And when you won your first little fistfight— you always made sure to lord it over him.

“Hah, you got beat by a little girl! Not so tough now huh potato-head?”

“Shut up horse-face!”

San saw your kindness and charisma towards others as an act. It was your own way of reeling others in to be on your side, gathering some sort of army to help you gang up against him. You on the other hand managed to convince yourself that his cute little dimples and selflessness for others was a facade, You couldn’t believe how many people he’s managed to fool or turn against you. And you’ve always hated him for that. You let it fester as you go through grade school and towards middle school. That hatred you harbored for him was always lit inside you.

Your parents and his were always apologizing to each other during parent-teacher meetings or school events, having to hold you back from jumping on one another. Your dad had given up on the whole thing so he was totally useless; that left you to run to your mother for comfort. Whatever the situation was, at the end of the day, she was always on your side.

“Things will blow over soon. But please, honey, try to stay out of trouble for me?”

So when she died in your junior year of high school, you couldn’t help but feel alone. Your dad had taken to smoking to cope with the loss, marrying a woman who was in love with alcohol while bringing her two hellish twin daughters with her into your home. Things grew miserable for you at home; your dad became a pathetic pushover, letting his new wife run the household. That made you angry— how could he get over your mother so easily? How could he let himself get walked over like that? How could he ignore the way your older step-sisters trampled all over you?

How could he let all this happen?

San’s endless taunting at school didn’t help either. His harmless pranks grew worse as time passed: spray-painting some nasty words on your locker, or setting a bucket of paint on top of the gym doors since you’re always the last one to head out. You’d heed your mother’s words, always doing your best to ignore him. For a while, it had worked and he pestered you less than usual but your mom’s death and the situation at home had triggered something in you, making you snap back. You’d shove his face down into his food during lunch or knock his books down the stairwell whenever you pass by each other. You had even managed to sneak some of the insects from the lab into his gym clothes, causing him to end up with nasty rashes all over his body for a week.

Your physical fights weren’t frequent but they became more violent, with one or both of you having to go to the nurses, holding an ice pack to your busted lips while a piece of gauze was stuck up his bloodied nose. It took several students or even teachers to pull you apart because most of the time no one wanted to jump in and separate you two; it was always so messy with fists and kicks flying everywhere. There was even one point where you both had to go to the hospital for fractured bones. You were both suspended for a week.

Fortunately, things had toned down now that you both were in your final year of high school with the pressure of college and meeting requirements looming over you. Although, neither of you managed to make up. You’d still exchange some foul words but the stupid pranks and fights had simmered down. That never meant you were on good terms though.

But then fate decided to be a little shit and put you in a situation you never thought you’d find yourself in.

Your new biology teacher didn’t seem to be informed about the decade-long feud between you and San. So when she assigned the both of you as partners, you felt your heart drop to your stomach as a sick feeling crawled over you. You wanted to cry and throw up at the same time- that’s just how much you despised him. You both tried to plead with her to change partners but she was as stubborn as a mule, insisting that you two can “sort out your differences” and finish this project as a team.

And now here you were, avoiding each other’s stares despite being sat next to each other. The proximity between you two was suffocating, it made it hard to focus on the project being explained to you by your cruel teacher. Your skin tingles unpleasantly whenever either of you shifted in your seat, your arms just several centimeters away from touching each other. Many thoughts ran through your head on how you can get out of this. But you knew that you had to find some time to work on the damn thing together or else you’d flunk high school— and being stuck in community college, never being able to leave this town, was not worth hitting San at the back of the head and gloating at him.

“You have the rest of the period to plan with each other. Make sure to have your presentation set and ready for next week.” Your teacher says and sits at her desk.

The room was filled with chatter as the students started conversing with each other. Many pairs threw knowing stares at you, worried that you’d be at each other’s throats. Surprisingly you weren’t… at least not yet anyway.

For a while, neither of you said anything to each other. San simply scrolled through his phone hidden under his desk while you organized your final notes. Minutes tick by and the class slowly comes to an end. With a heavy sigh, you decided to swallow your pride and talk to the guy.

You turn to the boy, roughly shoving his knee with yours and he sends you an irritated glare. “C’mon we need to plan for this.” You deadpan, ignoring the look he gave you.

San returned the sigh and pocketed his phone, shifting to face you. “Alright then. So what’s the plan?”

“That’s what we’re supposed to be talking about, dumbass.” You mutter, growing irritated. You clench your fists together in an attempt to keep your calm before continuing. “Anyway, we’re supposed to make some model of the nerve cells then present it.”

San stays quiet for a moment before speaking up. “My sister has some spare clay and wires from her sculpting hobby. I could ask for some.”

“Great. You work on that while I work on the script.” You conclude before going back to your notes.

“Hold on- you’re gonna leave me with all of the hard work?”

“We have the same workload?? I’m making the script.”

“That’s easy- scripts can be finished within a day or something.” San shot back, finding the arrangement you had set, without his consultation by the way, as unfair.

“Then I’ll help you when I’m done. Quit whining like a bitch.” You sigh, having no energy to continue the argument with him.

“Asshat…” He mumbles under his breath, pulling out his phone to text his sister. He expected some sort of retaliation from you but you simply remained quiet. That was odd- considering that you never missed the chance to have the last word in. Maybe you just weren’t feeling it today.

Nevertheless, he ignored you, deciding that it wasn’t worth pestering you at the moment. The bell rings, signaling the end of the class, and you’re immediately up and out of your seat, stuffing your notebook into your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. It almost hits San’s cheek in the process but you were already walking out the door before he could call you out on it.

“Geez…” He huffs and keeps his own things, glaring after you while hoping that time would fly by fast so that the project was done and over with.

~~

A few days have passed by since the biology class. True enough, you’ve finished writing and even printing the script within the day the project was assigned to you. So now you were stuck helping out San with sculpting the whole model. You two would work together at the back of the library after school. Initially the librarian was hesitant about letting the two of you inside given your reputation and all. But when she saw that neither of you were at each other’s throats, surprisingly, she allowed for you to work on it in the library.

Of course you and San still had some disputes— how it’s supposed to be positioned, what shape it’s supposed to take, yadda yadda. But it had never escalated into a full blown argument because it always ended up with you taking the blow of his harsh words. That alone started to concern the boy, you’d always get back at him. But your resigned silence after every quip he threw at you started to worry him. Sure he hated your guts but San wasn’t a nasty person. He knew something was bothering you. But, he never took the initiative to ask what was bothering you; it wasn’t his problem anyway.

~~

A weekend away from Monday aka the day of your presentation. The model was almost done— it just needed a paint job. Since it was a Saturday afternoon, meaning the school was closed, neither of you were able to work at your usual spot. So San decided to just take the whole thing to your home to finish it. Of course he could finish the whole thing himself but he had a party to attend later in the evening, and he didn’t want to miss out on it.

He arrives at your home, model in one hand and a crate of paints in the other. He takes note of the absence of your dad’s and step-sister’s cars in the driveway and assumed that you were all out. He sighs in frustration, hoping that that wasn’t the case. Jogging up to the porch, the boy sets down the crate and rings the doorbell a couple of times, foot tapping against the wooden floorboards as he waits.

When there was no response after a few minutes he tried again, this time ringing the doorbell a bit more frantically. Before he could turn around and head back home after getting no response, he hears frantic footsteps scurrying inside and steps back as the door swings open. There you were, hair looking like a bird’s nest while your week-old cardigan hung off your shoulders. There were dark circles under your eyes and you looked like a hobo who had the opportunity to clean after themselves. In other words: you were a mess.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You snap the minute your hazy mind registers that San was standing at your door.

The said boy snaps out of his own trance and shoves the model in your face. “We need to finish this.”

You stare at the figure in his hand then to the crate by his foot and then to his face that displayed an expectant expression. You sigh and rub your face. “Couldn’t you have finished it yourself?”

“I’m busy later.”

Another sigh leaves you and you step back to let him in. He enters the house, leaving his shoes by the door as he looks around the place. It was a bit messier than he had expected. There were rumpled coats hanging off of the arm of the couch, a small pack of cigarettes and a few bottles of cheap beer on the coffee table. The wallpaper was starting to fade with a few faint stains here and there.

San stays quiet as he follows you through the house, seeing the small stack of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink. He turns back to look at you, finding your silence as unnerving. You only trudged up the stairs, motioning for you to follow him. He expected to see you turn down the hallway and enter one of the rooms but was quite surprised to see you stop by a frayed rope hanging from the ceiling of the hall. You reach up and tug down on it, revealing the ladder towards the attic.

“Don’t tell me you live up there,” San jabs.

“Yeah and what of it?” You grumble, sending him a tired glare over your shoulder before climbing up the ladder.

He was stunned into silence when he realized that you were serious. He bites his tongue and refrains from jeering at you, handing the box of paints to you before climbing up. Several thoughts ran through his mind— why was your room in an attic? And since when did you start smoking and drinking? Was it even yours?

His head pokes into the surprisingly clean but small room. Your bed was pressed up near the slanted wall of the roof, several polaroids of you, your few friends, and your mother plastered along it. On the opposite side was your desk and your wardrobe whose paint was starting to chip off. Several boxes, labeled and not labeled, were pushed to the corner of the room, stacked in a way for them to take up less space.

San looks to you rummaging through your desk, probably finding a brush or something. He wordlessly steps into the room and pulls the rope, closing the trapdoor beneath him. He turns to you again and before he could stop himself, he found himself blurting the question that was plaguing his mind: “What the hell happened to you?”

You turn on your heel, almost knocking over the picture frame of you and your mom. Your hand reached out to steady it before answering San. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that.”

“Why do you live up here?” He motioned to the whole attic space with his arm. “Don’t you have a room downstairs?”

“I do.” You simply say and take the crate of paints, pulling out the needed colors and some paper cups for you to place them in.

When you don’t elaborate, San squats down to your level on the ground and tugs the purple paint tube out your hand. “What happened to it?”

“Why do you care?” You snatch the tube back with a hiss, preparing all the things needed. “It’s none of your business…”

The boy sighs, running a hand through his dark locks. He nibbles at his cheeks, carefully going over what he wanted to say. “...look, _____,” he starts, voice surprisingly gentle. “You don’t have to tell me everything but you don’t have to keep everything in.”

You don’t answer him or make any move to acknowledge what he had said. But you were listening; part of you decided to take down your walls for just a moment and hear what he has to say. And San seemed to sense this because he continues.

“I’m not gonna say that ‘I’m here for you’ and all that crap but, there are people who're willing to listen to you. Whatever you’re going through right now, no matter how big or small it is, you don’t have to go through it alone.”

Again, you don’t respond. A moment of silence full of high strung tension passed by. It was only a few seconds but it felt longer than that— especially since you both stopped in what you were doing and stared at the ground or at each other’s hands.

You always hated San but you couldn’t help but sense the sincerity in his words. It’s kind of pathetic but at the moment, his genuinity, the softness of the way he spoke was what you were craving for. At that moment, you just wanted assurance that things will be okay and that whatever you were doing in life wasn’t useless. And the guy you seemed to hate most was offering you that.

Tears prick at your eyes and you hastily brush it away with the sleeve of your cardigan, refusing to show any weakness to your nemesis. But it was hard; once the tears started flowing it was difficult for you to stop. You play it off by finishing up in preparing the paints, suppressing any hiccups or sobs that would escape before eventually giving up and bringing your legs up to your chin, crying into your sweats. Fuck it if San sees.

You curled up into yourself, crying into your pants when you felt a gentle but hesitant hand on your shoulder. You jolt at the touch, seeing San back away quickly. His brows were furrowed in concern and his lips were pursed, almost as if he were thinking about what he was going to say.

“G-go on, gloat,” You hiccup, choking on your tears. “I look like a m-mess anyway…”

You were surprised, and a little bit embarrassed, that he didn’t follow with what you said. Instead, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small packet of tissues and handing it over to you. He looked up to your desk, seeing your water container on your desk. He stands up to take it, shaking it to check if there was still some water in it, before placing it by your foot.

“I’m not going to lie, you are a mess,” San says before returning to his previous spot on the floor. “But I guess that’s normal when you’re having a shitty day.”

“More like a shitty life…” You mumble. You chug down the rest of your water, managing to stop your tears as you wipe them away with the tissues. You look up at the boy across you and sigh heavily. “It’s my step-mom,” you say.

“I’m sorry?”

“My step-mom. She made me move up here so that her daughters could take my room.” You explain. “My dad didn’t say anything because he’s a pushover, wasting his life away on cigarettes and the alcohol his wife buys…”

San nods slowly in understanding, finally making sense of what he saw in the living room and kitchen. That explained a lot of things: why you would always faintly smell of alcohol or nicotine a few months after your mother had died. It had honestly shocked him to hear that— your dad and step-mom always looked presentable in public. Your step-sisters were a bit more extravagant but neat nonetheless. The way they talked and carried themselves didn’t seem to indicate that they had any substance addiction.

Thinking back on it, it had also explained why you were so irate and moody almost all the time, leading to you losing some friends in high school as you fell back into yourself or into violence. It was a defense mechanism— you didn’t want to seem vulnerable because at home, you were vulnerable enough.

An idea pops into his head and he promptly stands up, momentarily making you jump from his sudden movement. You look up at him, puzzled. “What?”

“Come with me.”

“What???”

“I said get up and come with me.” San says and actually held his hand out to you.

You look at it skeptically before looking up at him, contemplating about any consequences in following him— if there were any. He wiggles his fingers, impatiently coaxing you to join him and you finally make up your mind. Might as well follow him; you had nothing to lose anyway.

You swat his hand away to get up on your own, mumbling something along the lines that you could get up yourself before straightening yourself out and placing your hands on your hips. He gives a satisfied nod and grabs his shoes to put them on. He then kicks open the trapdoor before heading back down for you to follow.

He returns to the living room with you trailing behind, still wondering where exactly he wanted you to go. When you glance at the clock you see that it’s already 5:30 in the afternoon. Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt something land by your feet. You whipped your head around to see San pointing at your shoes which he probably threw at you from the door.

“We’re heading out for a while.” He says as he exits your house. You take a moment to process what was happening when he pops his head in. “Come on slowpoke.” He ushers you.

You hastily throw on your shoes, grabbing the house keys hanging by the coat rack, and hop out of the house. You lock the door behind you and approach San who was sitting upon his notoriously loud motorbike. “Where are we going?” You ask, settling down behind him.

Your arms awkwardly flutter beside you, opting to hold onto whatever space was left on your seat. You jump in surprise when you hear and feel the engine roar to life, eliciting an amused chuckle from the boy in front of you. You glare at the back of his head, smacking his shoulder and settling yourself once more.

“Hold on tight,” San tells you as he revs up the motorbike.

“I am.” You argue and strengthen your grip on the seat, shaking the bike a little to emphasize your point.

“No you aren’t.” You feel heat rise to your face when he tutted in annoyance, taking your arms and placing them around his waist. “There you go. See? No harm done.”

You only grumble something in response, making him chuckle to himself. It was a bit strange to see you tame like this. Sure it kind of boosted his ego considering that he managed to make you flustered with just a few words and a simple action but he actually kind of liked it when you weren’t at each other’s throats. He revved up the engine again before taking off and speeding down the road.

The evening breeze is cool as it whips through your hair and brushes against you, sending small goosebumps running down your skin. A small yelp escapes you when San picks up speed, causing your grip on him to tighten. He glanced back at you for a moment before taking the turn that exits the town and towards the road uphill. It led to the small forest that overlooked the city; it was a popular place in town for hiking or camping. You remember going there to play as a kid.

The air gets chillier as you both reach a higher altitude. You unconsciously nuzzle closer to the boy in front of you in an attempt to seek some body heat. The sky grows darker, turning into a deeper blue shade as the night slowly creeps upon the town. Some stars start to peek and settle themselves in the dark blanket of the sky by the time San slows down to a stop. He had stopped by the edge of the forest, a metal railing along the opposite end to keep people or vehicles from falling off the edge.

“We’re here.” San says and looks back at you. “You can let go if you want now.”

At that, you peel yourself away from him and hop off his bike mumbling something about how cocky he was while walking over to the railings. He joins you soon after, keeping a respectable distance from you. None of you say anything at first, simply taking in the view of the city in front of you. Now know why San took you out here: to breathe and clear your mind of things; something that you didn’t know you needed at the moment.

The spot you were in allowed you to overlook the town, seeing the lights from the roads and houses down below. You could spot the water tower in the distance along with the radio tower next to it. As you survey the scene before you, you make out one house in the distance with a multitude of colored lights flashing around it.

“Looks like someone’s having a party.” You muse, finally breaking the silence.

San hums in acknowledgement. “I hope they aren’t missing me.”

It takes a moment for you to understand what he said, perking up when it made sense to you. “So that’s what you meant when you were ‘busy.’” You say as you lightly punch his arm. “You’re such an ass.”

“What? I wasn’t lying; I would’ve been busy.” He defends himself, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah,” You huff. “Busy shoving your tongue down people’s throats.”

A mischievous hum. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Ew no, gross- I’ll pass.”

You share a small laugh together before settling into silence again. It was… kind of cathartic, being able to actually laugh for a long while-even if it was with your longtime nemesis. It was better than crying yourself to sleep almost every night.

You turn to lean your back against the railing, using your arms to support you as you mull over the forest.

“I used to come here a lot as a kid.” You say, managing to capture San’s attention. “Pretended to gallop along the trees like some sort of princess when I was in my horse phase… I would always come home with scraped knees. I was a clumsy kid.”

“Except when you’d throw punches at me,” San interjected, ghosting a hand over his jaw. “You sure knew how to pack a punch.”

You smile apologetically, a sheepish flush on your cheeks, and look over to him. “Well you did deliver some pretty good kicks- I needed to learn how to defend myself.”

San shrugged in agreement. “I guess,” He muses and offers you a small smile, lapsing into silence again. “You know… it’s actually kind of surprising but you aren’t so bad to talk to.”

You nibble at your lower lip at his confession, unsure of what to make of it. When you look up at him, you see that he had inched a little closer to you. He still kept a reasonable amount of space between you two but it was apparent that he wanted to get closer. He drums his fingers against the cool metal of the railing, brows furrowed as he thinks over his next words carefully.

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out. “I’m sorry for all the times I’ve been an asshole to you. I know that I’ve hurt you, not just physically, but emotionally too. And I want to apologize for that… I know, words are just words. It won’t do anything to reverse or take back what I’ve done to you then, but please, take it as a first step to making it up to you.”

San decided to meet your watery gaze, his chest clenching at the tears you were trying so hard to hold back. He holds his hand out instinctively, wanting to offer some sort of physical comfort. He stops himself midway, opting to just settle it on the rail halfway from you. “You don’t have to make a decision right here and now. You can still hate me all you want, but I promise to leave you alone from now on.”

You whimper pathetically, finally letting the tears flow down your cheeks. You felt guilt consume you at his apology. Why was he taking the blame for everything? It should be you who was saying sorry. After all,you were just as cruel as him. And thinking back on it, this feud had most likely started with you. You raise a sweater paw to wipe at your tears, sobbing into your hand.

God you were a mess.

“Don’t, don’t blame yourself… I should be apologizing too. It takes two to tango right?” You hiccup, managing to give him a shaky smile. “I could’ve chosen to ignore you or direct my anger elsewhere but I still ended up targeting you at the end of the day…”

“_______, it’s okay—“

“No it’s not.” You hiss. “I’m not just talking about what I did in high school. I’m talking about every instance I was cruel to you. It was petty, extremely childish, and just horrible overall. I don’t expect you to forgive me but I want to apologize too. I’ve made part of your life a living hell.”

You glance at his hand on the railing before holding your own out towards him. “Truce?” You offer. “We don’t have to be all buddy-buddy after this but at least we can just end this whole thing.”

San gripped your hand in a gentle but firm handshake. “Truce.” His touch lingered for

just a second before he gave a gentle squeeze and pulled away. He returned it to the previous spot on the railing.

The both of you remain for a while, just overlooking the town and reflecting on what had happened. The quiet atmosphere that you both shared suddenly didn’t seem so awkward anymore. Instead, it was filled with some tension but with a bit of comfort at the same time. It was similar to the feeling of a thorn being plucked out of your side: painful but relief that it was finally out.

You don’t expect that things would go right at once— this wasn’t like the movies or the books where everything was magically solved. You both had left some scars on each other, some that are too hard to forget or too deep to heal easily. But you two were working on it: healing and forgiving each other. It was still a long journey but it was something you were both willing to go on together.

You glance to San, seeing how relaxed he was right now. He didn’t look so annoying or so terrifying anymore. A tiny grin makes its way to your lips; never in a million years did you think you’d find solace in someone you despised so much.

“Hey San,” You call out to him, resting your hand beside his, your pinkies brushing against each other. “...thanks for this. I really needed it.”

He smiles at you, flashing his cute dimples at you. It sends a warm, tingly feeling down your spine and you couldn’t help but feel calm at that. “Glad I could help.” He momentarily pat the back of your hand, engulfing it with his larger one when you didn’t pull away.

It was late when he drove you home to finish the project. Unsurprisingly, your family was still out, probably at an event they forgot to tell you about. But you didn’t mind, you had an unexpected friend with you right now.

You smile to yourself as you wave goodbye to San from the doorway, seeing him speed down the road and into the night. He may have been the bad guy in your life but it turns out, he wasn’t such a bad guy. And you were thankful that you were able to see that because at least you knew you had someone in your corner.

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[ivyprism]

Reimagine OCtober OCs as... OCs (OCs)

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of violence, death, demons, etc.

Curse - A Powerful Demon (almost Rogue)

Personality: She’s a demon disguised as a gentle nurse wearing a cross. Don’t be fooled by her appearance; she will enter your mind and take your SOUL as payment. She has complete control over her demonic side and isn’t afraid to tear someone apart in order to keep it hidden. When it comes to business, she’s a strict, polite, and harsh demon who gets right to the point. She wears a cross on her chest and appears unaffected by the church. She, on the other hand, despises salt and will be unable to cook. She is deceiving and people often fall for her as a result of this.

Appearance: Despite her demonic nature, Curse appears to be a woman with long red hair tied in a ponytail. Her eyes are a stunning shade of blue. She is 5'7" and has a petite figure. Her chest bears a cross scar. She, too, is adorned with a cross. She looks a lot like Nurse, but they’re not the same person.

Arden - Demon Slayer

Personality: A cold and calculative Demon Slayer who has taken down countless rogue demons. They’re fierce, cruel, and harsh. They use guns, salts, and holy water. They’re no-nonsense and have a deep disdain for Curse, a demon they are having difficulty catching. They continue their job as normal, intent on finding Curse and stopping her. They don’t want to deal with Curse and want to live their life, but as long as Curse causes them trouble, they can never rest. They're very focused on their job and have little time for relationships, but they're open to the concept. They try to avoid bringing up their job with partners though.

Appearance: They appear to be a human. They're roughly 6'1". They have black hair and golden eyes. They are slightly muscular build, although appear to be slightly less muscular when in long-sleeved shirts, but they have muscles. They also have a large scar on their left eye. (They're pronouns are he/they. They do prefer being referred to by they/them though.)

Lark - The Dumbass Summoner

Personality: Curse, one of the most feared demons, was summoned for one reason and one reason only... He's looking for a roommate. Yes, he wants a roommate because he is moving into a large house and does not want to live alone. The problem is that something went wrong during the ceremony, and Curse is now trapped with him with NO payment of his SOUL. He is a dumb of ass incarnate because he is extremely stupid and has no idea how he fucked Curse over. He is actually quite arrogant and he's definitely a dumbass, as he is unaware of how irritated Curse is with him 99 percent of the time, but he has a good heart. He also really cares like a bit too much.

Appearance: Wren has shoulder length silver hair hair that he wears in a ponytail or down. He is 6'2" tall and bears a striking resemblance to Altair, but they are not the same person. He is a completely average human. He has a built, but lanky body.

Lynn - An Ancient and Modern Vampire

Personality: Nobody knows how old she is. She doesn't seem to be anything other than a regular person. She used to hunt and prowl all night, but now she just lives in her seriously convoluted mansion with sunscreen, sunblock, and a parasol as a social recluse human. She no longer murders people to feed herself; instead, she pays for blood at a blood bank. She's still strict, exhausted, harsh, and cruel, but she's also calm and relaxed. She is relatively calm and tends to lose interest in conversations unless the participants are truly passionate about what they are discussing. Nobody knows that the girl is just trying to live her best life and straight up does not care for the drama.

Appearance: She has long silver hair and blue eyes. She is very pale for a human and doesn't care to wear short sleeves. She is roughly 5'4". She has long fangs which comes with the territory of being an old vampire.

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