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holymusicalmothman · 7 months

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I Can See You - Live Action!Sanji x Reader

Saw a post about wanting a fic with Sanji and this song that @its-a-show-stoppin-number posted and I knew I wasn't gonna get anything done until I wrote this. I've never written anything like this before to be honest. I kinda word vomited in a sense. The story just exited my fingers and here it is.

Warnings: Suggestive, kissing, secret relationship, nothing explicit, only implied, objectification of Taz Skylar's jawline, like. Why’s it so fine. Like. Dear lord.

No use of y/n, or those weird descriptor things, reader is gender neutral. Reader is however you imagine them

Word Count: 1.5K

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It wasn’t something you had seen coming. It wasn’t like you, to be honest.

But he was just so damn charming. How were you supposed to resist?

Sanji hadn’t been part of the crew for long. A few weeks at most. But you had been watching him from the moment the crew walked into the Baratie.

Tall. Strong. Nicely dressed. Polite. Respectful. Suave. Not to mention good looking. That jawline–in your defense, you HAD tried to ignore the blatant attraction.

Fleeting glances for almost a week, brushing past each other in the ship’s hallways. Fantasies filling your head. One specific dream of exchanging heated kisses in a dark corner had your mind racing whenever you were in the same room as the chef.

It was impossible to function properly.

Your job aboard the Going Merry was to document the events that occurred. Luffy thought it would be perfect to write down all of the adventures that would eventually lead to him becoming King of the Pirates.

And writing anything was impossible.

Blond hair and grey blue eyes kept your mind far too distracted.

So you decided to do something about it.

Especially since you had caught his eyes on you repeatedly throughout dinner.

So you took your time eating. A phrase which here means wasting your time until Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and Nami had vacated the kitchen for the evening. Leaving you alone with Sanji.

As he stood to clear the dishes, your hand shot out, grabbing his sleeve and stopping him in his tracks.

You looked up into his eyes, your own wide with adrenaline.

"Please tell me it's not all in my head." You said softly. "If it is, I promise, it'll be like this never happened."

"And if I say it's not all in your head?" He murmured the words, the tension so thick someone could have cut it with a knife.

"Then I'd ask if you'd worry what the others thought. I'm not sure if relationships between crewmembers are allowed here. They weren't on my last crew. And I'm not too keen on asking Luffy if I'm entirely honest." You took a deep breath. "But I can't get you out of my head. It's like I'm addicted."

Sanji moved to rest his hands on either side of your chair, effectively caging you in. "So more like a secret mission. Just the two of us." He bit his lip and watched your eyes zero in on the action, a smirk spreading on his face instead.

You nodded, knowing you were in too deep to back out now.

Sanji continued, despite the fact that his eyes flicked down to your lips every few moments. "Everything professional, except when it's just the two of us."

You nodded again, your heart racing and palms sweating as the object of your desire leaned forward a little more, waiting for you to reach across that last gap separating the two of you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as that gap closed.

As your lips careened into the chef's, he exhaled heavily through his nose, pulling you up to stand and then closer so you were pressed to his chest, your hands flying to tangle in his hair.

The world around the two of you was a blur as you lost yourselves in each other. Clothes were shoved unceremoniously to the floor as you each tried to pull the other closer. You barely registered Sanji lifting you to sit on the kitchen counter, much less registering when the two of you had even moved from the table to the counter.

"You sure you want me sitting here?" You asked breathlessly, your newfound lover placing kisses down the length of your throat.

His laugh was husky against your throat. "It's a kitchen, darling. All the best meals happen in a kitchen."

That moment was the first of many. You had never regretted sharing a room with Nami more. While there were many kitchen escapades after that first one, the two of you still found a little thrill in having your secret.

You spent time talking as well. You learned about each other. Likes and dislikes, pasts, dreams of the future. Sanji told you about his childhood with Zeff and his quest for the All Blue. You told him of your dream to be a famous poet one day and of your life on the sea.

Something changed along those talking sessions. Something you liked. You wouldn’t call it a friends with benefits situation. You both knew it was something else, something deeper.

Those words were just waiting to be said.

You two would lock eyes at random moments throughout the days and his eyebrow would quirk and you'd look away.

Nights would be spent with each other, sometimes words weren’t even exchanged.

It was bliss.

One afternoon caught the two of you on the lower decks, encased by shadows. You had originally been working on writing down events in the logbook, but your lover had sought you out.

Sanji had you caged up against the wall, kissing you with a fervor. As if you were the last meal he'd ever receive.

He always kissed you like a starving man.

However, you heard Usopp's voice getting closer to your hiding spot, calling for Sanji, and the two of you quickly separated and righted yourselves.

He winked at you as you adjusted your skewed shirt. "You'll tell me more about how that dream of yours went later, right, darling?"

You smirked. "You wouldn't believe half the things I see inside my head."

Sanji grinned, unable to resist capturing your lips in another kiss before slowly pulling away and heading down the hallway.

Nami cornered you later that day.

"You've been hard to find lately." She stated.

You shrugged. "I've been hiding away trying to find a quiet place to work on the log." This was the go to excuse.

And Nami wasn't buying it. "It's been hard to find Sanji too."

Your eyes met her brown ones in questioning silence.

"I knew it." She muttered. "Sanji left his jacket on the floor in the hallway the other night. You do know we're not like other pirates, right? Nobody's gonna care if you two get together. 'Sides, pretty sure the only ones who haven't figured it out are Luffy and Usopp. But that's just a matter of time."

You were flabbergasted. "How in the--"

"You guys aren't very sneaky. Zorro found you two the other day. Plus the jacket."

Of course Zorro would find out first. But knowing that a relationship would be fine was also a relief to hear.

You had just finished telling Nami about your's and the chef's so-called "secret mission" when Sanji brought lunch around a few minutes later. When he got to you, he handed you your food and your logbook. "You left this in the kitchen." And with a wink he walked away.

"He's not even subtle about it." Nami stated.

You laughed. Sanji hadn't been subtle from the moment you met him at the Baratie. He had only stopped calling you 'madame' because you told him it made you feel old.

He had immediately switched to darling, being far too suave and charming for his own good.

You opened up your logbook. It had gotten easier to get back to your job lately. Apparently the dark hallway meetings and late night rendezvous worked perfectly in helping your focus.

You immediately noticed his note.

"Meet me tonight"

You snapped the notebook shut, grinning like a schoolgirl,and Nami only rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You two are the weirdest."

It was late when you began to make your way to the kitchen that night.

He must have been impatient, because you found him waiting down the hallway, still dressed in his suit and necktie.

You never knew blue could feel like fire, but his eyes were smoldering as they met yours. He had you up against the wall in moments, his lips on your own.

He never did anything halfway, it was all or nothing. That thought crossed your mind as you began to lose yourself in the way he kissed you. In the way it was tender and yet passionate. In the way he caught your lip with his own. In the way he would sort of nudge his jaw forward in little movements. In the way his tongue always seemed to ask permission by gently touching your own lips and leading you into deeper and deeper kisses.

You could drown in this man.

The words slipped out in between kisses before you could stop them.

"I love you."

But he just grinned. A smile so bright, were the sun out it would have felt threatened. Remarkably sweet for the heated exchange that had been occuring only seconds prior.

"I love you, too, darling."

And the heat was back. His hands, which had been holding you gently at your hips, slipped to lift you and press you harder into the wall as the passion returned.

Only to come to a screeching halt as someone cleared their throat.

Luffy stood a few feet away, struggling to mask his shock.

"While I'm happy for the two of you, maybe the hallways are not the best for such...activities?" he said.

You both nodded, mildly embarrassed to have been caught.

As your captain disappeared further down the hallway, a laugh bubbled out of you.

Sanji turned to look at you, bewildered.

Grabbing his hand, you led him away. "You heard our captain, gotta go somewhere other than a hallway."

Understanding spread across his face in the way of a knowing smirk. "I completely understand, darling."

I can see you, waiting down the hall for me, I can see you, up against the wall with me.

I can see you, throw your jacket on the floor, I can see you, make me want you even more

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 month

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Your vampire husband Pt. 5

General Plot: Your vampire husband turns you

Word Count: 3.5K

Vampire (Levi) x single mother reader

A/N: I've gotten lots of general requests for another part for Levi

💕 SFW MASTERPOST 💕

TW: blood drinking, kidnapping, vampire bites, slightly spicy banter , sfw vampire fluff

“What about this?” you asked Meryl as you strolled through the fancy grocery store you were at.

You picked up a few glass pots of baby food, holding them up to Meryl.

“Peach or pear?”

She looked at them, then looked at you. Smiling, she stuffed a hand into her mouth and drooled.

You giggled.

“Okay, both. Daddy can afford it.”

Since you’d been with Levi, you didn’t normally go out on your own, but you’d been feeling a little stifled at the big house. You were wrapped up in vampire business. Levi had meetings with other vampires, with his subordinates, with his family…There was lots of intrigue to follow, but you felt like you’d lost the real world. Hence, when Levi was out that afternoon, you convinced the vampire guard who usually accompanied you on any trips to let you go grocery shopping.

She’d wanted to follow you inside, but you were tired of someone looming over your shoulder. You convinced her nothing could possibly go wrong in a grocery store so she could wait in the car.

It felt like forever since you’d been carefully searching for coupons and rummaging through the bargain bin to feed Meryl, but in reality, it had only been a few months. Meryl was getting bigger, but she was still a baby.

As you moved to the next aisle, a foul smell floated up from your daughter and you sighed as it was time for another diaper change. Stashing your half-full cart outside, you toted her and her baby bag into the bathroom to get her cleaned up.

When you came back out, you looked around for your cart to find it further down the hallway than you’d left it, next to the staff entrance. You figured someone had moved it out of the way, so without a second thought, you walked further away from the bright lights and bustling store to fetch it.

When your fingers closed around the plastic handle, you felt the air brush against your cheek, and your vision went dark. You tried to scream for help, but a cold hand clamped over your lips, and someone wrenched Meryl out of your hands.

Your motherly instincts told you to fight to the death for your daughter, but the moment you balled your fists, everything went silent, and you saw only oblivion.

“Meryl!” you shouted when you jerked awake.

Your eyes popped open, flying around the room you were in frantically. Since you’d last been kidnapped, you forced your focus to your wrists, which were free and unharmed. Looking up again, you noticed a bassinet just beyond the couch you’d been splayed over.

Hopping up, you found Meryl inside, safe and sound fast asleep.

You had no idea where you could be. The living room you were in was opulently decorated in an antiquated style and lit by a crackling fire, but did not belong to your husband.

A heavy door swung open, and a tall figure appeared, silhouetted by the light in the hallway.

“Ivan,” you muttered, recognizing Levi’s cousin, his bright blue eyes glowing like aquamarine jewels.

He took a few steps into the room, grinning.

“Hello, my dear. I mentioned we would meet again soon.”

You frowned, stepping between him and Meryl.

“What am I doing here?”

His gaze followed your protective gesture, and he smirked.

“Don’t fret for her safety. Your daughter will not be harmed. She’s actually quite cute up close.”

Casually walking over to a leather couch, he sat down and patted the seat next to him.

Your eyes narrowed, but you followed his lead, sitting on the opposite side of the couch, as far from him as possible. He may have been smiling at you, but you knew he was dangerous. Behind baby blue eyes, you could see the hunger of a big cat, tail flicking behind him as he closed in on his prey.

“What do you want?” you asked. “Levi isn’t going to be happy when I don’t make it home.”

He snorted.

“Of course. I’m sure he’ll tear his coven apart, murder whoever happens to be in his path… Levi’s weakness is his pithy emotions.”

He examined you closely, leaning his head on his fist.

“Though, I’m starting to see the vision.”

“Why are you doing this? Do you want to see him suffer? I thought you were friends. He’s your cousin.”

Smirking, he moved closer to you.

“Vampire lords can never truly be friends. Allies…maybe. If it’s convenient.”

“So you’re declaring war? That’s what will happen if you don’t return me.”

His face oddly changed, the dark interest in his gaze held melted into puppy dog eyes.

“Why does he get to have special things and I don’t?”

“Special things?” you murmured, glancing over at Meryl, who was still sleeping cozily.

“We aren’t things. We are people.”

His eyes glinted.

“Not if I change that. Did Levi tell you everything about what happens when a vampire turns you?”

“I assume so, what else is there to know?”

Ivan chuckled, brushing your cheek as he spoke.

“I doubt it. I’m sure if he had, you’d be quite a bit more frightened right now.”

He paused for a moment, savoring your innocent face before he terrified you.

“When a vampire like Levi or I, a full-blooded vampire, changes a human…they become linked to him. Usually, vampires use this quirk to amass an army of slaves…but sometimes they fall in love and use their power to turn that lover. Once Levi changes you (Y/N) you are his forever. You won’t be able to harm him, kill him, or deny his will over you. You’ll be his devoted servant.”

He sighed.

“Some vampires, the very, very old ones, believe no vampire can ever really truly love a human, because inevitably they will want to change them so they won’t have to watch them age and die…but how can you be truly a romantic partner when you have no choice to walk away? Perhaps we vampires are cursed to watch the one we truly love slip away from us no matter what we choose.”

A bolt of ice-cold fear shot down your spine. It wasn’t that you didn’t love Levi, but the idea of being anyone’s slave for centuries in itself was a terrifying prospect.

“What…do you…want…from me?” you whispered on a breath.

His lips parted to a smile that revealed his fangs, sparkling in the firelight.

“I don’t think Levi’s done enough to deserve you. You were rather easy to capture, so I can only assume he’s not that serious.”

You tried to slide away from him but only hit the arm of the couch. Your heart thudded in your chest, and instinctively, you looked over your shoulder at Meryl.

Ivan tipped your head to the side with a cold hand, drawing you back to him.

“Don’t be scared. Levi has bitten you before…you’ll like it.”

“I don’t want to be yours if that’s what you’re implying.”

“You speak as if what you want matters. Levi has indulged you. I can see why…but what do you humans say? Spare the rod, spoil the child.”

“Levi will kill you,” you warned.

He just chuckled.

“He might try.”

“You don’t really want us. You don’t know us. You’re the spoiled one.”

He pouted.

“Why wouldn’t I want you? Levi seems so happy. Too happy. I want to be happy.”

“Then find your own wife.”

“Why go to all the trouble when he’s done the work for me?”

His dark smile dropped suddenly, his ears pricking.

“Hmm,” he hummed, standing. “Stay here.”

Ivan held a different level of arrogance, expecting you to hang around for him to bite and enslave you. The minute he shut the door, you tried the windows. They were locked, but assuming Ivan was occupied, you decided to take a risk. You picked up the first end table you could lift and threw it through the glass.

You winced at the loud crash but didn’t have any interest in sticking around to see if anyone heard you.

In her crib, Meryl stirred and you cooed at her, hoping to keep her quiet. Scooping her and securing her to your back with a blanket, you threw one leg out of the window, relieved to find you were only on the second floor.

Gunshots from somewhere nearby, startled you, making you almost lose your footing. Gripping the cold stone window ledge, you carefully lowered yourself to the next one, then easily hopped to the ground.

Near the entrance of the mansion, you could now see you’d been in, flashing lights accompanied the gunshots. Wondering if Levi had come to save you, you peeked around the corner of the building trying to make out the figures. To your dismay, they didn’t look at all like vampires. It was hard to tell, but you were pretty sure they were Orcs. They looked rather tall and thick in the darkness.

Running to them might be worse than Ivan, so you turned in the opposite direction, creeping quietly into the night so as not to jostle Meryl and make her cry.

You stopped when you could see a road just beyond the trees, panting with exertion. Hope bloomed in your chest. A road meant people, and people meant a way home.

Only you never made it to the next few steps. Someone tugged Meryl from your back and shoved you into a tree. At first, you were sure it was Ivan, but a familiar scent filled your lungs.

“Levi?”

In the darkness, you could hardly make out his face, but his red eyes flashed danger.

“Naughty. Naughty wife,” he growled.

His voice was low and cruel, the same tone he used when he was about to tear someone apart. Your heart turned to ice, but your thoughts were always on Meryl.

“Please, Levi, don’t hurt her.”

His eyes widened and narrowed, the rich red color becoming almost painful to look at.

“You think I’d hurt my own daughter?”

Your mouth opened and closed, words caught in your throat.

“You disobeyed me. You went out without a guard. Were you trying to get stolen? Do I mean so little to you? Perhaps Ivan was right, perhaps I’ve been coddling you.”

At that, your brow drew.

“You heard that?”

He didn’t answer, but your anger grew to match his.

“You sat outside while Ivan terrorized me…to what? Make a point?”

“Ivan is stupid and arrogant. You are lucky it was him who caught you and not someone smarter. I gave you a guard to protect you, and you signed her death warrant.”

You gasped.

“You killed her?”

“Ivan’s spawn did. She was caught off guard.”

He huffed, holding Meryl to his chest. His eyes went dark for a moment as he pressed a kiss into her fluff of hair.

“I’ve told you a thousand times. My world is dangerous! What do you think it would do to me if someone stole you away? My lessers must obey my orders to the T. She defied me. …at your request. I should have killed her myself. You need to take responsibility.”

Anger still boiled just below your skin, but so did guilt, and sadness.

“Fine…” you muttered. “I will take responsibility.”

You looked up at him, still glowing hot in the pitch-black forest.

“Change me.”

He blinked at you and you could make out his mouth opening.

“What?”

“I want you to change me. I’m tired of being weak. I’m tired of walking on eggshells and hiding. I want to be able to protect myself and Meryl. If you change me…I’ll…I’ll be strong.”

He took a heavy step forward, his hand hitting the tree behind you as he searched your eyes.

“You know what it truly is now…and you still…want that…?”

Your face blanched, but you lifted your chin defiantly.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because…I was afraid you would say no if you knew the truth…that you might try to run. I planned to tell you...when the time was right. When I knew you’d agree.”

You sucked in a deep breath.

“The time is now, Levi. Meryl’s mostly on solid food and…”

Swallowing heavily, you reached up and pulled Levi’s hand down to you, pressing it against your cheek.

“I don’t want to be Ivan’s. I don’t want to be anyone’s but yours. Any vampire could steal me away and make me their spawn in seconds.”

“(Y/N), If you do this for the wrong reasons…you might come to hate me.”

“I might…but I might not. I love you…and that’s a better foundation than…”

You didn’t even want to say his name. You didn’t want any part of this conversation to be about him.

“Your cousin.”

He blinked at you, pulling you into his arms.

“You’ve never said that so easily before. I wondered if you really felt the same way that I felt about you.”

“I…took you and your world for granted. I’m sorry for that. We need to be a united front. We aren’t just married, we’re parents. I trust you…and I love you…so it’s time.”

He glanced around, picking you up and flopping you over the shoulder that wasn’t occupied with Meryl.

“We’re not doing it here.”

You could hardly think straight as he loaded you into an SUV that had been parked on the side of the road. It was hard to formulate a vision of what you would be as a vampire. You squeezed Levi’s hand so hard it would have hurt him had he been human.

“What happened back there?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from what was to come.

“I told you, Ivan is stupid. He was already a target for the Orcs for killing one of their leaders during a poker game. I told them where he was hiding out. His idiocy knows no bounds. Stealing from the one person who knows where you are hiding…there aren’t words.”

He patted your head.

“I had planned on confronting him while his minions were distracted, but my clever little wife rescued herself.”

You relaxed at his praise, but he stiffened and shot you a grimace.

“Don’t do that again.”

You blinked at him.

“Will I be able to…after?”

His face softened, and he looked away.

“If I don’t force my will on you, then yes…but I admit that will be very difficult.”

“You can’t promise that you won’t?”

He looked at you for a long time, and you saw the lie cross his mind, but he straightened himself and decided to tell the truth.

“No, I can’t, and you should understand that before you agree. If you put yourself in danger (Y/N)...I can’t promise.”

You sucked in a deep breath considering that.

“Can you promise me one thing, then?”

The silence stretched on for a minute.

“If we’re ever in a situation where you must choose me or Meryl. Choose her. That’s what I would want if I could choose myself.”

A pained look crossed his face, but he nodded, pulling your hand to his lips and kissing it.

When you reach the mansion, he daintily tucked Meryl in her crib and took you to one of the guest rooms. His face held an expression of complete focus. Levi had changed many humans, but it was not without its risks. If you failed to swallow his blood at the moment of your death, you could be lost forever.

He considered not doing it at all. Was this selfish? Risking your life so that you might never leave him.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked as he laid you down on the bed.

“Yes.”

His chest rose and fell with a deep breath. Your fingers trembled, and he folded his hand around yours.

“Don’t be frightened. Remember when I bit you before? Instead of pulling out of that oblivion…embrace it. You will wake up again.”

You would have felt more confident if he had not been looking at you like it was the last time. He tilted your head to the side, running a finger over the column of your neck. Your breaths came in halting pants, wondering what being the living dead felt like.

His head dipped, and you felt his breath tickle your skin.

“Wait!” you gasped.

Levi’s head jerked up, and he looked…disturbed.

“H-have you changed your mind? This cannot be undone, (Y/N).”

“I-It’s not that…It’s…”

Your eyes met his; the frightening, glaring shade dimmed to a more sensual scarlet.

“Will you still love me when I’m cold?”

He blinked at you before he chuckled. Slapping his chest, you pouted.

“I’m serious, Levi. What if you don’t like me as a vampire?”

He wrinkled his nose.

“Impossible. If anything it will be a relief. Do you know how much I worry? When you balance on a stool to reach a shelf…I wonder if you’ll slip and break your neck. When you are fiddling with your hairdryer, I wonder if some stray drop of water will have you electrocuted.”

He cupped your cheek.

“You and Meryl are maddeningly delicate.”

Taking your hand again, he gazed up at you from behind your fingers.

“We both need this.”

Swallowing a cold lump in your throat, you relaxed against the pillow under your head.

This time, Levi’s hand slipped up your stomach, slowly tracing the curves of your body until he reached your throat. Pushing your head to the side, he pressed a soft kiss at the crook of your neck. He gave you no warning, the slight pinch making you jump. A tight mewl slipped past your lips and your instincts told you to pull away, but Levi’s strong fingers held you in place until your fear was replaced with a warm euphoria. It bloomed like a night flower, starting as one tight bud in the pit of your stomach; it blossomed into soft petals capturing all of your senses.

It was easy to do as he asked: accept oblivion. It called to you in alluring tones. As your vision of the coffered ceiling above your head faded, it was replaced with a golden glow—perhaps a blurry view of the afterlife. On its own, your hand reached towards the warmth, your fingertips grazing an ethereal surface that almost tickled.

A smile grew on your lips for just a moment, until it seemed to be getting further and further away. The pure sensation of peace and comfort drifted just out of your reach. Something else pulled you closer, willing you to turn your head from paradise and look into the darkness.

There was a figure there, sanguine eyes bleeding to bitter memories. Horrors that couldn’t be described properly in words, but shook you to your core. It was frightening but familiar. You realized this was Levi. Emotions and images without context flashed in front of you. Cold, pain, emptiness. You watched him grow from a small child to a man. Sadness and regret pressed on your chest, pushing the breath from you until it broke.

You weren’t sure, but you thought you saw a little flicker of light. It was so tiny at first; you thought maybe you were imaging it, but then you saw yourself. The first time Levi had seen you. The first time he’d seen Meryl. Your smile, eyes, and sadness choking you ebbed like the tide, leaving tenderness behind.

A dark tendril took your hand, drawing you into his consciousness. What was you bled into what was him, linking the two of you for eternity. The wave of pain that had been drawn away returned as unconditional, undeniable love. You could see how it colored every action, every gesture, every kiss.

At first, you assumed you were entering him, but it was clear you were already there. Only your independent consciousness had just arrived.

There were other quiet voices, his other spawn…creatures he’d created. You tasted their thoughts and feelings, but he pulled you into a space separate from them—a space reserved for you.

This place was insulated, warm, and quiet. He cradled you there and the odd copper taste of blood coated your tongue. You were supposed to be doing something, but you couldn’t remember what. Another warm tendril lifted your chin and you found apple red-eyes looking at you.

“It’s done.”

Suddenly, the world was real. You were in a bed– you could feel the fibers of the sheets underneath your fingers. You smelled Levi and Meryl, pleasant scents, and also the odd mish-mash of the other vampires in the house. Your gums ached and you lifted your fingers to glide them over the pointy fangs that had grown from your canines.

“I feel…different.”

Levi smiled, eyes slipping over your face.

“I know.”

He knew everything. He was in your head, answering your thoughts before you could even express them.

“I’m not like the others.”

He’d closed your mind to his vampire minions. It was hard to comprehend the sensation with what lingered of your human thoughts, but you felt nestled someplace close and secret.

“You have access to my thoughts. It’s only fair that if I can see all of you, you can see all of me. You will never be my servant.”

A hand slid under your shoulders and he sat you up.

“Will Meryl still recognize me?”

Before you even finished the thought, he nodded. His vision of you flashed in your mind, still looking like your old self, but a bit more. You could feel his affection for you in real-time, peace, happiness, relief, and arousal. He wanted to touch you, but he was holding back. Even with access to your innermost feelings, he was unsure how to approach you.

“Come here.”

You scooted over on the bed and tugged him next to you. The desire he felt bled into every nerve ending lighting them up. Gazing at him through your lashes, instinct told you to bear your fangs. The pure, sensual hunger you reflected back at him turned his eyes glossy and his cheeks red.

“I’m hungry.”

He pulled you onto his lap to straddle him and pushed his hair to one side. He had plenty of blood to share with you. You listened to it occur to him you might want to feed on someone else some day. You felt him extract the little inklking from your consciousness, isolating it, then crushing it.

You wanted to only feed from him. It might have been alarming that mere minutes after becoming his, he’d used his power over you to change your mind, but you were too hungry to focus on that fact. Levi happily steered your thoughts to his smooth skin and scent, enticing you to bite.

As you latched on to his neck, his eyes rolled back, the pleasure of your little teeth and the smug satisfaction that you were forever his a heady drug.

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chosok-amo · 4 months

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DADDY'S CAR: NANAMI KENTO

he was in his mid thirties when he became your stepfather while you were in your mid twenties— he's marrying your mother who's a few years older than him. one day you decided to steal his car for a while until he finds you and that's the start of your life becoming more interesting.

warning content: non-sorcerer nanami!, public / outdoor sex, unprotected sex, daddykink

“hurry up! let’s go!” you shouted, giggling under your breath. “he’ll never know we took the car, so don’t worry about it.” nobara, your childhood friend asked, “are you sure?” wanting to make sure that you wouldn’t get into trouble. “what if kento finds out?” nobara knew that her little friend, you, didn’t always think things through, allowing adrenaline to fuel her decisions and she often paid the price for her behavior. “yeah, I’m sure,” you replied, excitement lighting up your face. “he’s not even home from work for another hour and we’ll be back long before then.”

with that, the two girls threw open the side door to your sprawling home, and walked out to the shiny black Ferrari that sat safely in the garage. the hardtop convertible was breathtaking with its sporty front end and wraparound rear window, hugged by two flying buttresses. both of you filled the air with wild laughter as you jumped into the driver’s seat and nobara quickly slid into the passenger side. “oh my God, this is so hot!” you exclaimed, running your tiny hands over the thick black leather steering wheel. you grinned at nobara, before slipping the gear into drive. the car bolted out of the parking garage, and nobara squealed with excitement and fear.

“slow down!” she shouted above the loud music floating through the car. you paid no attention, whipping out of the long paved driveway onto the curvy road that led to the freeway. you were in your zone, joyriding in your step daddy’s car, with no care in the world. the girls whipped around corners, flying over a steep slope before the car roughly settled back down on the ground. you flicked the blinker on to the right, and turned onto the open highway. you flicked a switch and the hardtop roof began to collapse in perfect orchestration.

the two were now flying down the highway, the wind whipping their hair, as you increased your speed. it didn’t take long before they saw the familiar turnoff that led to the local pizza joint, and you turned the car quickly as its engine roared. “holy shit!” nobara screeched as the car came to a halt. “This car is amazing!” you laughed at your friend’s expression. nobara’s hair was blown out and she looked wild and dangerous.

you weren’t a stranger to joyriding in your step daddy’s car. since he married your mother a few months ago, you've been sneaking off in it every chance you got. you knew your stepfather would freak out if he ever knew, but you couldn’t resist. the vibrations under you, the music pounding in your ears and the wind blowing in your face was far too tempting to ignore. so far, your new step daddy hadn’t found out and you grinned to yourself at what a clever girl you were, making sure it was put back in the very same spot and that it always had the same amount of gas as when he left it.

“well, i’ll be damned!” a voice shouted from behind the car. the two turned their heads to see yuji walking slowly up to the driver’s side, running his hand over the cars backend. “someone’s going to be in trouble.” yuji was impressed. he always thought you was a daring one, but to steal your new stepfather’s car was a whole other story. “damn girl, you’ve got some balls.” you laughed. “well, hey there has to be some perks to my mother marrying a practical stranger,” you said thinking about just how ridiculous it was that your mother married yet another guy after only knowing him for a few weeks.

yuji grinned. “don’t like him much, huh?”

“he’s okay,” you replied nonchalantly. “I don’t know how long he’ll be around for with mom’s track record but hey, I’m enjoying it while it lasts.” you had been dating yuji for a few weeks now and he was anxious to see his girl handle such a powerful beast. “jump in the back, nobara,” he said. “i want to see my baby handle this beast the way she handles me.” yuji chuckled as nobara snarled at her friend. “you’re disgusting,” she replied, climbing into the back seat. she looked around waiting for yuji to get in front when she noticed a couple of friends walking into the pizza parlour.

“hey, maki!” she yelled, trying to get her friends attention. “y/n, you mind if I hang back here for a bit?” you smiled, anxious for some alone time with yuji. “not a bit,” you replied and waited for your friend to get out, “i’ll pick you back up in 20.” nobara got out of the car and waved to her friend, “see you in a few.” you glanced at yuji before hitting reverse. “you ready?” you asked, with a little wink. “you bet,” yuji replied as he slid his hand over your left thigh, “let’s go, baby.” you spun out of the parking lot, back onto the freeway. you sped down the road as yuji banged along to the music.

“want to go down to the beach?” you asked, switching lanes in preparation for the exit. you knew yuji had the same thing on his mind. “mmm yeah, let’s go,” yuji winked as he squeezed your thigh a little tighter. you drove through the exit until you came to the beach entrance. you pushed on the gas and the car roared down the tiny, narrow road. before too long you were down by the water and you quickly found a spot in the bare parking lot, just a few feet from the shore. yuji reached over and pulled you close, his arms snuggled around your shoulders.

“i missed you today,” he whispered as he pushed his lips hard against yours. “mmm, I missed you too,” you replied, feeling the warmth of his kiss. you bit lightly on his ear, your tongue making small swirls around his earlobe and down his neck. “god, I want to fuck you in this car,” he groaned, turned on by the hot little girl that was busy nibbling on his neck, and the sleek car that engulfed them.

“then fuck me,” you replied, lifting away from yuji long enough to pull up your tight pink t-shirt. yuji shook his head with desire as yours budding tits peeked out from your little bra. “you’re so damn hot,” he mused, sliding his hand over your chest, squeezing her tits together. “get this off,” he breathed, tugging at the clasp on your bra. The material gave way and you let it fall from your shoulders. “mmm…” yuji moaned, as he lowered his face to your chest. he flicked his tongue over your nipples as you threw your head back and groaned.

“i want you so badly,” you replied, pushing your breasts harder into yuji’s open mouth. with the hardtop still down, you were completely exposed to anyone who came wandering by and the thought only turned yuji on even more. “let’s get in the back.” you nodded and climbed over the leather seat into the back. you lay down with you head resting comfortable on the armrest, you small round ass firmly planted on the seat. yuji climbed into the backseat and lay on top of you.

you ran your fingers through his hair, as you kissed deeply. your breath was hard and fast as you hungrily slid your tongue deep into yuji’s mouth. “you’re pretty horny, huh?” he chuckled, running his hands down the sides of your ass, squeezing your hips tightly. “you want me to fuck you?” he asked, already knowing the answer. he had only been dating you for a few weeks now and you already fucked half a dozen times. you was a nymphomaniac and could never seem to get enough of his cock. yuji had no complaints.

“yeah, fuck me now,” you purred in a voice barely above a whisper. “i want to feel your hard cock inside of me.” yuji sucked in his breath, as he felt his cock harden in his jeans. you turned him on more than anyone before you, and he couldn’t wait to spread your legs and fuck you. he pulled away from you to unzip your jeans. you lifted your hips to help him, and he slid them off easily. you lay in nothing but your little pink panties, dotted with small red hearts. Yuji grinned at how incredibly hot you looked, with “fuck me” painted across your face. he sat up on his knees, reading to take off his own pants when he heard a roar above him.

“just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the voice boomed from behind. you scrambled to sit up, grabbing your t-shirt quickly and pressing it against your bare chest trying to shield your naked body from the trespasser. you squinted in the sunlight to see the shadowy figure walking quickly up to the driver’s side of the car.

“oh my god!” you shrieked, realizing that it was your stepfather, nanami. you pushed yuji away, as you struggled to re-dress. “he’s pissed!” nanami quickly approached the car, red faced and angry. “what the hell are you doing?” he shouted, his fists clenched tightly. he looked down at his stepdaughter and her boyfriend, in disgust and quickly stepped back as he noticed his daughter half-dressed. “you have got to be fucking kidding,” he huffed. “It’s not bad enough that you steal my car but you’re actually fucking in it? Are you serious?”

you didn’t know what to do. you sat frozen in place, staring up at your step daddy, terrified that he would tell your mother and you’d be grounded all summer. “i’m sorry,” was all you could muster in response. Yuji jumped out of the car, opposite from nanami and put his hands up in the air. “i had nothing to do with this, man,” he said backing away from the car, “she already had the car when I saw her at the pizza joint.” you shook your head in disgust at how quickly yuji threw you under the bus. what a dick’ you thought.

nanami nodded slowly, staring straight at yuji. “get the fuck out of here,” he said, with a warning. yuji scrambled backwards, walking away from the car mouthing the words “sorry”. he shrugged at you before turning away. nanami watched the kid jog off, in a cloud of fury. he swiftly turned towards you. “you’re a class act,” he stormed, his voice filled with anger. “nothing more than a spoiled little fucking brat.” you recoiled, clutching your t-shirt closer to your chest. you hadn’t even put it back on yet. instead, you felt glued to your seat unable to move.

“i’m really sorry,” you said, giving him your very best pout. It worked on the other guys, you thought. why not nanami? he wasn’t buying it. “yeah, you’ll be sorry,” he replied. “when your mother finds out, you’ll be sorry all summer.” you winced. your mother would freak out if she knew you took nanami’s car without permission, especially since she already warned you that you needed to be on your best behavior around nanami. god forbid if anyone knew that you had a wild streak.

“go ahead, tell her,” you challenged him, your expression quickly changing from sadness to anger. “who cares? i’ll do whatever i want to do, whether you or my mother likes it or not.” you glared at nanami, waiting for his response. he stood in silence, analyzing the young girl. “so, you’re a feisty one, huh?” he responded, his eyes softening. you rolled your eyes, no longer concerned about what nanami told your mother. you had just turned eighteen and you had plans to move out soon anyway.

“whatever,” you replied looking away from nanami. “like I said, tell my mother if you want to. I don’t care.” nanami said nothing. Instead, he opened the driver’s side door and climbed in. he adjusted the rear view mirror so that your face was centered square in the middle, and started the engine. the loud groan of the engine bucked underneath them and you twisted you body to the side, your t-shirt still clutched tightly against your chest. you couldn’t lift it over your head without exposing your breasts to nanami who stared at you through the rear view mirror.

shrugging, no longer caring what he saw, you lifted it up carefully, your tits exposed. “now, now,” nanami quickly responded. “not so fast. if you want to drive my car, you’ll have to give me something in return.” you paused from pulling your t-shirt over your head, and looked back at him through the mirror. your mind raced as you thought about how attractive your step daddy was and how this might actually work out in your favor. you smiled playfully, and lowered your t-shirt back down to your waist, sitting quietly in place, your budding breasts glistening in the light of the sun.

“what exactly do you want in return?” you asked, toying with nanami as you saw the dark look of lust washed over his face as he took you in, naked from the waist up. nanami sat still, his back still turned to you. he glanced up at you through the mirror again and smiled, before kicking the car into drive and driving out into a side road, away from the beach. he said nothing to her until he pulled the car down a narrow path, just a few minutes away from where they were. you looked out through the side of the car, the breeze blowing hard against your chest.

you didn’t recognize this part of the beach but it was obvious that nanami knew where he was going. he pulled into a small road that led down to a secluded area of the beach, and shifted the car in park. you felt your heart beating fast and hard in your chest. you were excited and at the same time you were nervous of what nanami had in mind, but you sat still waiting for him to speak. he turned sideways in the driver’s seat, his arm swinging over the leather, and looked back at you.

“take off those panties,” he instructed before opening the driver’s side door and stepping out. you sucked in your breath. nanami was a nice looking man but he was much older and far more experienced than you were. you felt your skin flush with heat and you looked at nanami intently, barely moving. “did you hear me?” he responded, his eyes wild with hunger.

“get undressed.”

you nodded, keeping your eyes locked on him. you pushed your t-shirt to the side and lifted up your hips, sliding off your little heart shaped panties. you sat there, timid and shy with your legs closely tightly together. nanami looked at the young girl as you awaited his command. without words, he opened the back door to the car commanded you to get out of the car. you sucked in your breath, as your body tingled with nervousness. nanami waited patiently as you slowly got up out of the car, covering both breasts with you arms.

“now isn’t the time to be shy,” he grinned.

“you sure weren’t this timid when it came to stealing my car now were you?” you looked down at her feet, unsure of what to say.

“I’m really sorr…”

“save it,” nanami replied sternly. “I don’t want to hear another word of it.” you nodded, still looking down at the ground. “get on your knees,” he commanded, as he unbuckled his jeans and pulled the long leather strap out and away from him. He threw it into the open backseat of the car. you knelt down on the white sand, and placed your hands on your knees. you looked up at nanami, and his lips curled up in delight at just how sweet and innocent you looked. but nanami knew better. you were anything but innocent and it was time you was taught a lesson.

nanami stepped a few feet towards you, positioning himself so that his thick, hard cock was just inches from your pouty mouth. you looked up, your eyes widening in surprise at how big nanami’s cock was. you hadn’t seen one so big and thick before. you gulped in nervousness. “have you ever sucked a cock before?” nanami asked, looking down at the top of your little head. you looked up at him with big beautiful eyes, and slowly nodded.

“yes,” you whispered.

“i can’t hear you,” nanami responded, pulling on your hair, gathering in his fists. he yanked on it gently, so that you looked straight up at him. “do you know how to suck cock?” you nodded, your thick black eyelashes fluttering. “i have done it before.” you said.

he nodded and instructed you further.

“open your mouth and suck it,” he commanded, pushing his cock towards your pouty lips. you struggled to squeeze his cock into your pretty mouth. It was so thick and heavy, and you found yourself choking as you tried to suck harder and harder. you took control, pulling his cock out of your mouth and rubbing it all over your lips. “kiss the tip of my cock,” he instructed, as the little girls tongue flickered over the swollen head of his cock. you pursed your lips together and kissed the head of nanami’s cock. you hadn’t done it quite like this before and you tried your best to make him happy, sucking and licking the head and running your tongue up and down his shaft.

“ahh,” nanami moan. “that’s it. that’s a good little girl.”

nanami grabbed your hair again, clenching handfuls of hair in his fist. with a free hand, he began stroking his cock, forcing it into your mouth. “open wider,” he said as he rammed his cock into your throat. “suck my cock.” you felt your mouth oozing with saliva as nanami forced his cock deep into your throat. you gagged, trying desperately to pull your head back but nanami forced it down again, watching closely as you struggled to suck and lick like a big girl.

he watched as your mouth bobbed up and down on his cock, your perky little tits pressing up against his leg as he forced his cock into your slippery throat. his dick felt so good that he had to force himself to slow down by squeezing on his shaft. you stopped sucking, and slowed down, running your lips along the edge of his shaft as you looked up at him innocently.

“is that okay?” you asked with the sweet voice of a little virgin who had sucked a man’s cock for the very first time. but as much as he wished, you were certainly not a virgin, although he knew that you had never felt a cock quite a thick as his. and he was anxious to spread you open and fuck this little doll. he pulled you into a standing position, spinning you around so that you stood back to.

“spread your legs,” he commanded, pushing your legs apart so he could stand between them. he pushed your shoulders forward so that your flat stomach lay against the car, your ass pointed out towards him. you fingers went to your mouth, and you sucked on your fingertip, as you looked back at nanami. you felt your pussy get hot and wet with anticipation. the idea of your new daddy fucking your tight little pussy drove you over the edge and you suddenly had a hunger for him that you never felt before.

“are you going to fuck me, daddy?” you asked in your best little girl voice. nanami felt his cock throb, as he looked over at his little princess. your ass was so tiny and your body was still developing. the sight of your tiny frame made his cock grow even harder. nanami reached down and squeezed your little ass, making you squeal.

“i’m so sorry I stole your car,” you whined, knowing you was about to be punished.

“you’re such a little slut, y/n,” nanami replied, turning away from you so that your ass was tucked into his left arm. “you can’t take daddy’s car without asking. do you understand?” you nodded, your fingertips still in your mouth. you looked afraid of what was about to happen, but you hard little nipples revealed just how hot you really were. nanami held your hips tightly against his side, and swatted your right ass cheek.

“ohh, daddy!” you cried. “that hurt!”

nanami ran his hand over your ass to relieve the sting, before swatting it again. “are you going to ask daddy before you take my car again?” he asked, his throbbing cock pushing against your leg. “yes, daddy,” you nodded. “i promise I’ll be a good girl.” nanami ran both of his big hands over your ass, soothing it gently.

“That’s my good little girl,” he replied. he twisted around so that he was directly behind you and pushed you down onto the car. “but daddy needs his little girl to show him just how sorry she really is,” he said, rubbing the tip of his cock into your smooth pussy. you moaned. “yes, daddy,” you said in a tiny whisper. you spread your legs so that nanami could push his cock deeper into your tight little pussy. nanami groaned, feeling your little girl cunt struggle to open up enough to fit his cock in. it was so tight and wet, and he had trouble squeezing into you.

“your pussy is so tight,” he breathed, feeling your pussy wrap around his cock, “feel so nice and tight.” you moaned. he made you feel hot, and you suddenly felt your pussy get wetter than ever before. “ohh, daddy,” you breathed not knowing what was happening to your body. you had sex with a boy before, you thought, but it never felt anything like this before. nanami was just so big. you trembled, your skin glistening with sweat.

“daddy, my pussy feels soooo good!”

“that’s a good girl,” nanami moaned, watching as his thick cock slid in and out of the tiny hole. he spread her ass cheeks, and pulled her closer to his body, as he pumped her little pussy in smooth, steady strokes. “baby, i want you to play with your clit for me, could you that for me?” nanami kept pushing in and out of your bare little snatch, as you slid your hand down to your clit. “rub your little clit, y/n,” nanami instructed. you did as your stepdaddy ordered, rubbing your small clit with the flat of your fingertips. you moaned with delight.

“i love playing with my little pussy,” you whispered, rubbing wet circles over your clit. nanami pumped harder, knowing you was about to cum and wanting to push his sperm deep into your little belly at the same time. “you’re making daddy feel so good, baby,” he panted, as he felt his balls tighten and his cock surge. “i want you to cum in my little pussy,” you said in a voice barely above a whisper. nanami’s cock pounded into your little pussy, and he knew he was seconds away from exploding. he increased the rhythm, sliding his entire cock into your precious cunt.

“ow! come inside my little pussy, daddy!” you begged your stepdaddy. “i want to feel it!” nanami couldn’t hold off any longer. you were pushing hard against his cock, and he couldn’t believe how much your little cunt could take. you rubbed your pink slit furiously, and he felt your little body quiver beneath him. “i’m coming, daddy!” you screamed unable to control what was happening to your body. your breath was frantic and you pushed harder and harder against him. nanami bucked against her in deep strokes and his cum exploded into your pussy.

“Ahh!” he groaned, filling his shaft emptying inside of you. he drew back, clutching onto the side of the car as he felt the dizzy aftershock of his orgasm. your chest heaved as you gasped for breath. your face was flushed in heat, and your skin soaked with sweat. “nanami?” you whispered, as you sat down on the sand, feeling your legs buckling beneath you.

nanami gasped, his breath heavy. “yes?”

“that felt so good,” you replied, a bright wide grin on your little mouth.

nanami nodded with a smile.

“u think you and I are going to get along just fine,” he said before gathering his jeans from the backseat.

“get dressed. we have to get home before your mother begins to wonder where you are.” nanami held out his hands to help his little girl get up on her feet. you beamed, excited about the idea of what was to come. your new daddy wasn’t so bad after all, you thought, as you redressed and slid into the passenger seat.

“wait,” you replied, clicking the door shut and pulling the seatbelt over her shoulder. “how did you find me at the beach?” nanami looked at you with a mischievous grin. “do you really think I’d leave the keys to my car hanging on the hook in the den if I didn’t want them to be found?

“you mean, you left them there on purpose knowing I’d take your car?” you asked, confused. “you were always so predictable”, nanami replied, giving you a little wink. “but how did you find me?” you asked. “don’t worry about that”, nanami replied grinning. “but next time, just remember that if you take something from me, i take something from you.” you giggled. so, your stepfather liked to play games, you thought. let’s see what he does when I borrow his Platinum Mastercard.

nanami pushed the gas pedal and the car raced over the bumpy landscape, leaping towards the highway. having a new stepdaughter might not be such a bad thing after all, he thought as he turned up the music.

whe song Secret Lovers blared through the speakers, and they laughed together.

what a perfect song for a perfect day.

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma, Akaza and Kokushibo.

General warnings for the next chapters: nsfw (minors do not interact), modern au, age gap, dom!muzan, sub!reader, sugar daddy dynamics, choking, semi-public sex, car sex, spanking, vaginal sex, virgin reader, business agreement, murder, death, torture, trauma.

Warning for this part: none! Just Muzan sending Douma and Kokushibo to stalk you.

Plot: Kibutsuji Muzan, the ambitious, high-flying politician the world needed, knew that in order to resemble the incarnation of the perfect man, ready to lead the Country, he would have needed a beautiful, young girl by his side. He did not care if it was real love, or just a façade. All he cared about was to make a certain impression. Meeting you was literally a manna from heaven. You signed the agreement, he treated you like a goddess. This was the beginning of a twisted fairytale, but you knew better than falling for him and, surely, he was not going to lose his mind for you. Or so you thought.

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THE AGREEMENT.

Muzan stared at the pictures scattered on his desk. He had made up his mind. You were truly a delicacy, indeed. It appeared like Douma had done a pretty decent job in searching the city for a woman whose appearence whetted Muzan’s appetites.

You were young, cheerful, working at a local restaurant to pay for your studies: the perfect candidate for being the future First Lady.

He knew everything about you. Your address, your friends’s names, your zodiac sign, your favorite ice-cream flavor and even your ex’s identity. Tracking you down and spying on you was easy. How could you, a sweet, lovely girl, imagine that the soon to be President had his plum red eyes on you? Your naivety intrigued him. He could play you like a doll, spoil you like a child and treat you like a princess. He did not care if your heart was going to belong to someone else. All you had to do was smiling for the pictures, being his future wife, show the world you were head over heels for him and, naturally, tell the medias you were his property.

He was confident about the outcome of your first, fateful encounter. He was a good-looking man, persuasive and pretty intimidating even. You would have probably fallen for his charm and forgotten about the terms of the contract anyway.

A knock on the door was the signal that you had arrived. Sending Douma to pick you up would have probably been detrimental to the mission and he knew better than letting you slip from his fingers. Kokushibo, on the other hand, was the best choice he could have ever made. Prefessional, authoritative and precise, he had apparently fulfilled his mission.

“Come in” Muzan said, flicking his gaze up to the door.

A second later, the door creaked open to reveal Kokushibo. He took a step forward, taking his sunglasses off and bowing his head to his boss as a sign of respect “She’s waiting for you in the dining room” he announced flatly, causing a smirk to cross Muzan’s face.

What an obedient girl you were. He was almost taken aback by the way you had decided to follow a stranger in a Maserati and trust what he had said. Either you were smart, or far too easy to play with.

“Thanks, Kokushibo. – Muzan stated, straightening his tie and grabbing the contract from the messy desk behind him – You are dismissed” he added shortly, walking past the tall dark-haired man and making his way to you, the new branded attraction of his house.

You were sitting on a black-leather chair, the goblet of red wine, a Chianti, that the dapper bodyguard had poured for you was settled on the crystal table, inviting you to take a sip. You resisted the tempation, it would have probably offended Mr. Kibutsuji, if you had not waited for him.

Yes, you knew who was requiring your presence. You had a really good photographic memory and you had recognized the shiny car of the politician’s bodyguards. You had watched it on the tv’s reports, you had seen it parked nearby your house for the past six months. He had probably sent his dogs to stalk you.

What truly puzzled you was why he wanted to see you. Kokushibo did not answer your questions. You had not told him you knew who he was working for, or that you had figured out who was asking for you. You had just followed him to the car without making a scene. He was a kind man, after all, just a bit frosty.

To snap you out of your stream of consciousness was the deep, velvet voice that kept you company during your lunch breaks, when you turned the tv on in a pathetic attempt to catch up with the daily news.

“Y/N L/N, welcome to my residence” Muzan said, a small smile curling his lips.

He was handsome, tall, elegant, standoffish and filthy rich. You were not used to interact with people coming from the upper class, let alone trying not to embarrass yourself in the presence of the man of the hour, the man that people loved and loathed at the same time.

“Good evening, Mr. Kibutsuji. – you said, standing up quickly from your seat and walking up to him – How may I help our soon to be President?” you quizzically asked him, eyes downcast not to falter under his piercing gaze.

You had stopped three, or four strides away from him not to invade his personal space, but your breath hitched in your throat when he met you midway. The alluring perfume he was wearing intoxicated you and, when he gently grabbed your hand, you were forced to shift your attention on him again. You were paralyzed, his eyes searching yours to make sure you were focused on him and him alone. He brought your hand to his lips, letting them brush over the back of your hand in a drammatically slow and intimate demeanor.

Shivers ran down your spine and you released a breath you did not know you were still holding, when he flashed you a sly grin, the same he directed to the camera, when he made his glorious appearences on the most popular talk-shows of the Country.

“Please, darling, call me Muzan. – he cooed, gesturing for you to take a seat and hesitantly letting go of your hand – I’m so glad you’ve accepted my anonymous invitation. You’re brave” he commented, walking over to the table and filling his own goblet of wine.

You softly smiled and made your way to your seat “Just observant. I thought I had recognized the car and your bodyguard” you admitted, reaching your hand out to grab your own glass.

The dark-haired man hummed, as he swirled the reddish drink into the cup “I should have known you were smart, a quality I absolutely adore finding in a woman. – he purred, sliding some papers towards you on the polished surface of the table – To answer your question, the reason why you are here lays within the lines of this contract”.

A contract?

You forrowed your brows, your eyes settling on the neat pile of papers under your nose. Did he want to hire you for something? You thought he already had a secretary and you clearly were not suited to be his bodyguard. What did Kibutsuji Muzan want from you, a mere student, then?

“I’ve personally drew up the contract. We can discuss some terms, if you are not comfortable with them” he explained, taking a sip of his drink and walking towards the stained glass windows of the large dining room. The landscape was breathtaking. The city lights, the skyscrapers dominating the industrialized area of the city and the yellowish lights of the cars rushing down the avenues were the spectacular view you were beholding.

Reading the whole contract would have probably taken you hours. There was no way in Hell you would have signed it without pondering each and every clause, but you gave it a quick reading and some words were now permeating your brain.

‘Wife, payment, tv, affectio maritalis, sexual performances, moving, money’.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your shaking fingers fidgeting with the charm of your necklace, a small, silver crescent moon, as you blurted out your question “What do you exactly want me to do?”.

Muzan did not turn to face you, he kept his intense gaze trailed on the city line instead “Be my wife” he simply said, earning a gasp from you.

“I’m sorry, what?” you breathed out.

“Adore me in public, love whoever you want privetely. Just a yes and I will shower you in money, gifts, respect and a life you could only dream of for the rest of your life… Are you in, my sweet Y/N?” he taunted you, turning towards you with the most dazzling and wicked smile you had ever seen in your whole existence.

You did not know what crossed your mind in that very instant and the following moments were fuzzy and fragmented, but all you knew on your way back to your small flat was that you had agreed and, when Kokushibo told you that he would have come to pick you up in the weekend, you were ready to start this new life as Kibutsuji’s ‘babygirl’ , as he had called you before you left.

You slumped onto your bed, droopy eyes and tipsy, unaware that a pair of golden and rainbow-colored eyes were watching you slipping into a well-deserved slumber.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi, there!

It’s my first post on this platform and I still need to understand a few basic things about Tumblr. Hopefully, I’ll be able to give you weekly updates, but I make no promises. This is going to be a small fan fiction and my main project for a little while. However, don’t worry, I’ll try to update some other one-shots & scenarios about other characters. Likes, comments and reposts are really appreciated!

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marvellous1917 · 1 month

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Icarus Falling Far From.

(Part 4)

Pairing: mob!bucky x tattoo artist!female!reader

Summary: Bucky comes face to face with the ones fucking his shit up, he’s all stressed and the reader just wants to make out.

Warnings: mentions of crime (guns,drugs,murder [he’s a monster babes]), swearing, guns, reader being threatened with a gun (oops), threat of violence, talking about feelings (ew), think that’s it-if I’m missing any let me know.

Word count: 3.9k ish

A/n: hey guys, hope you enjoy this shit lmao, I truly have absolutely no idea where I’m going with this.

(This is not beta’d we die like men.)

Part 3 : Icarus Falling Far

Masterlist

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Bucky’s thoughts in italics

Readers thoughts in bold

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Fuck.

Fuucckk.

“It’s you.” Bucky states, his voice steady, hiding the confusion running through his head.

“It’s us,” Frank responds, “gotta be honest, we’ve had a lot of fun fucking up your shit.”

Frank stood with a smug smirk on his face, while the man with the buzz cut, and with scars covering his face, the light outside casting a grim portrait, stands with a big grin - both completely unaffected by the gun being pointed at them.

“Does she know?” Bucky asks, years of being screwed by people he trusted rearing back and kicking his trust issues into his gear.

Please say no, please tell me she’s not a part of this.

No. Not her.

“Y/n? Bet it break your cold heart if we said yes, huh?” Billy quips, with that stupid grin now a permanent fixture on his face. “That sweet pretty girl you though actually liked you, was actually just getting us this in, see we have proposition for- ”

“DOES SHE KNOW?” Bucky lets his voice rise, tired of the games the other men were playing.

“No, and we are gonna keep it that way you hear me, don’t drag that kind girl into this cruel world.” Curtis states, stepping forward as if to cut Billy off from responding.

Shit, I can’t let you look down and see me waving a gun in your friends faces.

“She doesn’t need to know. She’s not made for this world, not like us. So how about you put the gun away before she starts looking out that window.” Frank says, eyes flicking to your window to make sure you’re not witnessing this tense conversation.

Bucky slowly lowers the gun into his pocket, but keeps his hand tight on the weapon, just as a precaution.

Please be true, to whatever bastard higher power up there, please be true.

“Not like us?” Bucky says, parroting the other man’s words, “in what world are we the same?”

“Well I mean you and Curtis probably share the most similar physicality,” Billy states, chuckling a little at his own joke.

Bucky’s eyes flit to the quiet man on the left, recalling his earlier thoughts.

“What Bill means to say is that I know what’s it’s like to loose a limb in combat-”

“I didn’t loose my arm in combat.” His voice was deep and unwavering, even while the horrid memories came to the front of his mind, “you have no idea what I went through.”

“We know some. Rumors fly in the military.” Franks states, “we were all Marines together, and after Curtis lost his leg, I became a Navy Seal and Bill here became a Scout Sniper for the Marine Corps Reconnaissance. We’ve had our fair share of being screwed over by those in authority.”

“Am I supposed to give a shit? All that crap is behind me, what I care about is my business now, the same business that you three have been fucking up for the past week. So what the fuck do you want and what the fuck does Y/n have to do with it?” Bucky growls out, his patience slipping.

“We mean no harm, not to you, and especially not to Y/n-”

“I’m supposed to believe that, you used her to get to me right? If you cared about her you wouldn’t have done that-” Bucky begins before he gets cut off.

“Don’t you dare say that we don’t care about her!” Billy almost shouts stepping forward before stopping when Bucky brings the gun out of his pocket and lets it rest by his side.

“Y/n is one of the few things in this world we care about, she’s family okay, and we would never hurt her-” Curtis says

“Really, then how would you say she’s gonna feel if I go back to her apartment and tell her all about this, huh?” Bucky calls back

“You’re not gonna do that though, are ya? Because you know if you did, it’d break her heart, and you don’t wanna do that do ya Buck? Not when ya like her so much?” The words come from Billy, the annoying grin back in his face.

“What make you think I care that much?” Bucky says, even though his thoughts state the opposite.

I do. I do care.

“If you didn’t you would have shot us already.” Frank responds with a very valid point.

That makes Bucky clench his jaw and tense his gun wielding hand.

“All we want is a business meeting okay, talk about a potential partnership.” Frank stars crossing his arms, staring unklinking at Bucky.

“A partnership? It’s gonna take more than you fucking up a few things for me to even think about considering that. And what the hell would I get out of a partnership with you three?” Brucky responds, seriously considering just shooting the three men dead on the street.

“Well that’s something we can talk about later, but just so you know we have our hands in some business ourselves and more than enough bodies to keep our shit going, but we’d all be a hell of a lot richer if we worked together” Curtis states, shifting his weight onto his good leg.

“Plus just think about how happy our girl will be if we all got on.” Billy chimes in with a quick wink.

Our girl. OUR girl? God I wanna shoot these assholes.

Bucky keeps his calm facade up, unwilling to show the man that his words affected him.

“Fine. Be at the Comandos bar at 8 pm tomorrow, just you three, no weapons.” Bucky responds, wanting this conversation to be over.

The three men share quick look’s between themselves, and then Frank steps forward with his hand out towards Bucky and says “We’ll be there.”

Bucky doesn’t even look at them before turning quickly and walking back into the building, pulling out his phone to call Steve.

Frank chuckles, puts his hand down and turns to get in the car.

“Think he’ll tell her?” Curtis asks.

“Nah. He likes her too much.” Billy replies, while opening the door and getting in.

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What the hell is taking him so long? God I hope the boys didn’t catch him and give the whole ‘if you hurt her we’ll kill you’ talk. The boys are scary but Bucky’s a damn mobster.

The heavy knock on the door stops your pacing, and cause you to run to the door and pull it open to see the aforementioned mobster.

He doesn’t even say anything before barging in, kicking the door closed behind him while his hands go straight to the sides of your face, pulling your lips to his. His grip is gentle, but his mouth is bruising, his teeth nipping your bottom lip.

You pull back to catch your breath, leaning your forehead on his and catching your breath.

“Not even a hello? You missed me that much?” You flirt quietly, whispering into his mouth, hand clutching his waist through his coat.

“More than you know darlin’ I needed to see you…and touch you,” Bucky responds, silently thinking I needed to make sure you were okay.

Oh please do.

“All I’m hearing is the big bad mobster saying he needs me” you tease, praying he didn’t take offence, yeah he’s sweet and lovely but I’ve only gotten a tiny glimpse at the other side of him.

“Is that how you see me?” He leans back to his full height, staring down into your eyes, dropping his hands to his sides.

Shit.

Bucky grips your wrists and takes your hands off his body, moving them into his metal hand, the surface cold on your skin. You scramble to respond, wanting to tell him you thought the opposite, but his flesh hand moves to his pocket before you can talk.

“Big bad mobster huh? Oh doll you have no idea,” he says with an indiscernible look on his face, pulling out his glock.

Oh fuck, I was only teasing.

“Wait Buck-“ you start before he cuts you off.

“Y/n…Are you scared of me?” He asks, his grip on your wrists loose enough that you could get out of his grip if you wanted to.

You didn’t move. Looking into his eyes, an overwhelming feeling of calm takes over, the blue of his eyes the same as the sky after a storm.

“…no. I’m not.” I probably should be but apparently I’m crazy.

“Do you think I’m bad?” He asks.

All the stories, all the rumours, the memory of your first meeting, and the call he took in the shop come flooding to the forefront of your mind. That he’s a man with no mercy, cares for nothing and no one - except money, sex, and violence.

“…not to me.” You answer.

He pulls his arm up, holding the glock in between your faces, showing it to you. The bottom of his tattoo- your tattoo- sticks out from under his sleeve.

A normal person without a broken brain would take this as a threat. Why am I attracted to this?

He makes eye contact with you over the barrel, turning his hand and resting the muzzle on your cheek, but there is no fear in you, you can see his trigger finger resting on the side of the barrel.

“Do you trust me Y/N?” Bucky asks, his eyes not moving from yours.

You take a second to think about it.

The man is a fucking mobster for Christs’ sake. He’s a criminal, a gun runner, a drug trafficker, and not to mention a killer. His kills have hit the news before, no evidence proving it was his organisation, but everyone knows. It doesn’t matter if it was Bucky that pulled the trigger, held the knife, planted the bomb, nothing happened that wasn’t on his order. Can I really trust a man like that?

Your hesitation to answer has an effect on Bucky. He moves the gun, dragging it down your neck and resting the muzzle in the dip of your collar bone. You look down at his hand, finger still nowhere near he trigger.

“Y/n.” He calls quietly. Your eyes jump back to his and he speaks again, “do you think I would ever hurt you?”

That question has an answer you don’t have to think about.

“Not unless I did something to deserve it.” Your attempt at humour was immediately seen to be the wrong answer.

He sticks the gun back in your face, muzzle pushing between you lips, scratching your teeth. The movement causes your eyes to go wide, fear slipping onto your face.

“Did you do something to deserve it? Have you fucked me over Y/n?” His voice is tense, deadly serious, an unstable look in his eyes, his metal hand tightening on your wrists.

You lean back a little to answer, “…no, no of course not Buck. What’s going on? You’re freaking me out.”

He stares at you for what feels like hours, his face perfectly still, not giving anything away.

She doesn’t know. She truly has no idea. Thank fuck.

He drops the gun and lets go of your wrists, taking a few steps back, giving you space.

“I’m sorry doll, I’ve just had very hard day, some new information was given to me and it’s fucked me up a bit. I’m sorry Y/n, truly I am, I didn’t mean to freak you out.” His hands run through his hair, pulling at it harshly. “Shit darlin’, what the hell was I doing?” He mumbles the last bit to himself.

“Buck..Bucky, hey calm down, it’s okay-” you start before he talks again.

“It’s not okay! I just put a fucking gun in your face.” He keeps rambling, seeming like a whole other person than he was a minute ago.

“Buck! Stop, stop jabbering,” you grab his wrists, taking his hands from his hair and pulling him towards you.

He stops talking, and stares at your hands in his, the metal of his prosthetic shining a stark contrast against your skin.

You take a second to look at him, eyes studying his face. He looks worried, and a little scared.

Huh, didn’t know a mobster could get scared. Is he’s scared of me and what I’m gonna say… or is he scared of himself?

“You don’t scare me Buck…you probably should, but you don’t. ‘Cos you’ve been nothing but good to me, even a minute ago when you were acting weird, I knew you weren’t gonna do anything-”

“How? How did you trust me to not hurt you, when I was waving my glock in your face?”

“You had your finger on the barrel”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking over what you said. He takes a deep breath, meeting your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say,” Bucky responds.

“Then don’t say anything.” You say, the imagine of him with a gun in his hand fresh in your mind.

That whole episode should not have been as hot as it was. Shit I’m fucked up.

Bucky stares at you (he does that a-lot), unsure of his next move.

“Kiss me, dumbass.”

He moves before you can blink, his hands gently grabbing your face and pulling you to him. His kiss takes your breath away, gentle but firm. Your hands grip his elbows, encouraging him to keep going.

He takes the hint (thank fuck) and splits your lips with his tongue, his nose pressed hard against your cheek. He moves his hands down to your hips, gripping hard. Your hands grip the back of his head, fingers playing with his hair, tugging at it slightly when he completely deepens the kiss, your tongues tangling together. He lets out a quiet groan at the feeling, taking his left hand off your hip and tensing it by his side. You break the kiss when you feel the loss of his touch.

You take a second to catch your breath, Bucky leaning his head against yours.

“Why did you take your hand off me?” You ask.

“What?” He responds, the small dazed look on his face making you chuckle a little.

“Your hand, I liked it where it was.”

“Oh..that. It’s uh..it’s pretty strong, I can’t tell how hard I’m holding something, I can’t feel it so I tend to hold things a bit too hard… I broke like 5 cups in the past week-” he answers, stuttering his way through the sentence.

“Stop talking Buck, and you say I ramble,” You say, putting your finger to his lips. He stops talking, and you continue, “I trust you Buck, I’ll tell you if you’re holding me too hard. Plus I like it a little rough.” You finish with a wink at him, pulling his hand back to your waist.

He drops his head back, eyes closed and takes a deep breath in. He mumbles under his breath something that sounds like ‘god you’re perfect’, then he crashes his lips back into yours, both hands tightening on your hips.

He moves faster now, more intense with his kiss, his teeth scraping yours slightly and he presses you backwards, walking with you until you bump into the wall, his flesh hand stopping your head from hitting it.

Aww how sweet. The thought is thrown from your head when Bucky drops his head and presses kisses to your jaw, his hand curling in your hair to pull your head back, exposing your neck to him.

“Oh shit,” you whisper, as he licks a long stripe up your neck, nipping at the pulse points he finds. Your hands drop to his hips and pull him flush to you, groaning when you feel how much you’ve affected him. He kisses his way back to your lips, his metal hand moving to rest on the side of your neck, thumb resting in the front of your neck. Bucky gives you a long hard kiss then pulls back breathing hard.

“God girl, you are gonna be the death of me,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours as he talks.

“Fuck I hope not,” you respond, pulling his hips tighter against yours making him choke back a groan at the feeling.

His phone starts to ring.

Fuck off.

You pull him to you again, lips trailing across his jaw.

“Shit doll, wait a second baby-” he starts before you cut him off.

“Wait? Wait for what Buck, you don’t want me?” You tease, brushing your nose along his.

He crashes his lips against yours, his ringtone fading as his kiss overtakes your mind. Bucky pulls back after a few seconds, growling softly before stepping back to pull his phone out of his pocket.

“Are you seriously gonna answer that?” You ask, incredulous to his action.

“I have to darlin, could be an emergency,” he answers, taping the screen to answer. He puts the phone to his ear and says, “talk to me.”

You ignore his conversation, grabbing his metal hand to inspect it. The plates shift as you turn it over to look at the palm.

What an incredible feat of engineering, I wonder how it works. And how it feels-

Your dirty thoughts are cut short as he pulls his hand out of your grip, turning and taking a few steps away from you. His voice is quiet, probably to keep you from hearing whatever illegal shit they were discussing.

You jump when he shouts.

“THE FUCK? Rogers you get them to find more information on those shitheads, or I swear to fuck I will rip their fucking hearts out. I don’t care anymore, this shit needs to stop right the fuck now!” He stops his tirade and listens to ‘Rogers’ on the other side for a few second before he starts up again, “I know that asshole…one of the fuckers is married, find the wife… I have no idea if she’s involved man, I doubt it but she’d be good leverage… and get me some more information on their business so I’m not going into this shit show unprepared.”

That gets your full attention. Find the wife? Leverage? And do what? Threaten her? Hurt her? …kill her?

A shiver rips its way down your spine at that thought.

Would he do that? If she’s not a part of the issue, would he still hurt her? He already proved he’d hurt anyone that fucked him over, proved that when he stuck his gun in my mouth.

“Yeah…I know, get Stark on it, send Talia and Barton out too, see if they can get any news on the street… tell Barton to keep his cool, I don’t need anymore shit right now” Bucky says, switching the phone to his metal hand, using his flesh one to pull at his hair again.

His back is still turned to you, his coat stretches over his shoulder, the back rising with his hand in his hair.

He has a gun in his waistband.

Your eyes flit to the glock he drop on the floor earlier, and back to the one tucked in his waistband.

Is two guns really necessary?

Your answer comes with his next sentence.

“Fuck Steve I know that…you think I got this far without any personal protection? I’m good if anything happens man but I don’t think it will, they seemed pretty insistent on the fact they meant no harm..”

He continues to talk for a minute until he ends the call with a quick “get it done Steve, or we’re all fucked.” He places the phone back in his pocket, takes a few deep breaths and turns back to you with a tense look on his face. He takes another deep breath and steps towards you. Without meaning to you take a step back, hitting the wall behind you. Bucky stops as soon as he sees your movement.

“Sorry about that sweetheart, didn’t mean to upset ya.” He says, his voice quiet and calm, as if he was talking to a injured dog.

You let the silence linger for a second, deciding whether or not to ask the question that was begging to be said.

Fuck it.

“What are you going to do to her?”

He tilts his head at the question, unsure of what you’re talking about.

You take pity on his confusion.

“The wife? What are you going to do when you find her?”

Something settles in his eyes, his mouth twisting into a grim line.

“Nothing…unless I have to.” Bucky responds.

His answer does nothing to calm your pounding heart.

“You mean you won’t do anything unless you find out she’s involved?”

“Yes.”

“So you won’t do anything if she’s not a part of …whatever it is?” You ask.

“That’s right.” He nods with his answer.

“Except use her as leverage?”

He’s silent for a moment, and sighs as he rolls his left shoulder. He doesn’t break eye contact, and he’s completely resigned to whatever his answer is about to be.

“If I have to.” There is no lie in his voice, no guilt or remorse in his eyes.

Holy fuck. There’s the soldier again, the man with no mercy, does whatever he needs to come out on top.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

He wouldn’t hurt me. Would he?

He answers like he heard your thought.

“It’s business doll, we do what we have to do. Sometimes it’s rough and bad and awful and yes, people get hurt. Sometimes even innocent people get hurt. But I will never apologise for being the one that does the hurting, me and mine have had our fair share of getting hurt, and I’d rather hurt and use some people I don’t care about, than watch my people, my family, get hurt. I will not allow that to happen, not when I can to something about it.” He stands straight, like a soldier. The conviction in his voice actually makes you feel calmer.

Assuming I’m someone he cares about, I should be fine, right?

It slips off your tongue before you can catch it.

“Do you care about me?” You shift your weight as you talk, unsure if you actually want to hear the answer.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He states, his tone steady.

“Say it properly,” you demand, crossing your arms over your chest, a subconscious way of protecting yourself, “I need you to say it properly Bucky.”

He shifts his weight now, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Yes… I do care about you,” he answers, clearing his throat in the middle of his statement, “do you care about me?”

You were unprepared for him to flip it back on you.

“I need you to answer truthfully Y/n. Do you care about me, as I am? The ‘big bad mobster’” he says, taking a step closer to you, and taking another when you don’t move away from him.

“The man who broke into your flat to threaten your roommate who owes me? The one who was going to shoot your friends dead on the street? The one who stuck a gun in your face? I’m a killer Y/n, a fucking mobster, and I’m not changing any time soon. Do you care about me as I am?” He asks, reminding you of the shit he’s done since you met him, not even counting the things you haven’t heard about.

You take a second to consider his questions.

I think I do, how fucked am I that I do?

You finally clock what he said.

“You were going to shoot who dead on the street?!”

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hehehehe I feel like an evil mastermind.

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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an idea : could you write abt billy fucking you on the hood of his camaro. i cant think of a situation but i imagine it at night after some sort of jealousy simulated argument outside his car and he says ‘don’t think i won’t just fuck u dumb in the backseat of my fuckin car rn’ and then ‘fuck it id bend u over on the hood right here if you don’t…’ thanks :D

A/N: When I think of a car hood, I think of Lana Del Rey in Born to Die music video. Sorry I didn’t follow everything, but this is my first try at Billy

You and Billy left the house party with slamming doors and screeching tires, all the while screaming at each other.

‘’I saw you! You were flirting with Louise,’’ you said, seething.

Cigarette between his lips, Billy took a left to pull out of the neighborhood. ‘’Louise? Who the fuck is Louise?’’

‘’The blonde you were about to shove your tongue in her mouth right before I walked in. Does that ring a bell?’’

‘’Oh! That cow?’’ Billy shook his head, laughing. ‘’I never intended to put my tongue anywhere near her. I flirted with her just to rile you up, to make you jealous. You know how you get when you’re jealous, the sex is so much better.’’

So he had plotted this to have better sex? You didn’t know if you should be impressed, laugh or keep being angry.

‘’You’re infuriating.’’

‘’You really thought I would fuck her?’’ He scoffed, then swiped his tongues over his lips, his blue eyes looking right at you. ‘’All I've been thinking about since you showed up in that dress is fucking you dumb in the backseat of my fucking car.’’

Billy’s hand traveled up your thigh, slipping under the hem of your short dress. He pressed down on the gas, your eyes flicking to the speedometer and watching the number get higher and higher on the dashboard. You should be scared of the speed, but you liked it. You loved it.

You parted your legs a bit, just to tease him, but the car hit a pothole, making you bounce in your seat and causing Billy’s hand to slip further down, his fingertips touching your underwear.

A surprised squeal came out of your mouth.

‘’Already wet for me? Damn, babygirl.’’ Billy smiled smugly, knowing the rumble of his Camaro gets you wet.

The trees were flying fast outside your window, but all you could focus on was Billy’s hand between your legs, stroking you over your panties while driving. You thought of parting your legs further, of allowing him to finger you, but you got another idea.

You removed Billy’s hand, making him tear his eyes off the road. He was about to protest or tell you off for doing that, but you slipped your hand under your dress, shuffled on your seat until you got a grip of what you wanted, and peeled off your panties, dragging them down your legs and off. You threw them in the backseat, making Billy groan. The thought of you in his passenger seat, legs slightly spread without anything under made his pants grow very very tight.

You smiled devilishly. Billy liked his girls insane - unhinged.

The window on the driver side was slightly down to let the cigarette smoke out, creating a small breeze in the car. Pushing your teasing to the max, you parted your legs again, allowing the chill air to hit your bare pussy.

A sweet little moan escaped your lips, and Billy's hand clenched on the steering wheel. You were probably dripping on his seat, but he couldn't care less. If he weren't driving, he'd lick it up.

‘’Fuck, I'm gonna stop the car and bend you over on the hood right here if you don’t stop that shit-’’

‘’Do it.’’

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sparrowrye · 3 months

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Alastor x Fem! Reader {soulmates} Part 6

Synopsis: soulmate AU where you have the same mark on your body as your soulmate, and if your soulmate dies, you die too. Alastor needs to make sure that his soulmate is safe so he can continue his reign - whatever that takes.

Part 6: expanding horizons

Part Pilot | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Husker spent the next morning teaching me how to hold my human appearance. It took several practice tries before I could switch between Human me and Demon me. Afterwards, I spent the rest of my time outside staring off into space.

I still didn't know how to wrap my head around...well, myself. Husker had been right, holding a human appearance took effort. I couldn't hold it for long and ended up letting my demon side out most of the time. It was cool, yeah, but scary. What else did I not know about myself?

"Hey," Husker called from the door. "You busy?"

I scoffed. "Does it look like it?"

He padded to his chair and sat down facing me. "Do you...want to talk?"

"About what?" I stared at the tree line.

"About...this new side of you?"

"What's there to talk about?"

We both fell silent. I felt bad. I knew Husker was trying to help. It made me uncomfortable to talk to him, though. Would he spill to Alastor some of the things I said? Did Husker himself have motivations against me? It didn't seem likely but there was always the probability.

"Have you been to hell?" I finally asked. I didn't want to talk about myself but there was a whole other world I supposedly came from.

"Yeah, a few times," he replied, "I mostly grew up on the surface though. In the gambling district."

"So you play cards, huh?"

"A few." He slipped a card into his fingers, spun it, and made it disappear a second later. I chuckled.

"What's it like?"

"Dark. Creepy. Lawless. And a fuck ton of red."

"Is it really...hell or just..."

"It's really hell."

"I thought demons were just a form of spirits."

"I wouldn't know the specifics of things like that," he waved his hand, "but I do know that demons have their demonic look and hid among humans when they first crawled on the surface. Our history is supposedly recorded in some fancy library down in hell."

"What uh...does this mean I'm a Full mage?"

"Mmhm," he nodded.

"So I can do things like you and Alastor."

"Well, things like me sure. Alastor is a bit different."

"How?" I pushed.

"Well, in hell, demons who rise through the ranks are called Overlords. They own hundreds and thousands of souls down there. They all seem to have some kind of...super magic. Something specific to them. But Al...he's a completely different monster."

"Why does no one know that you exist?"

He shrugged. "We phased out. Everyone has magic now from the first demons so it's not really...important I guess."

"True but how come demons aren't taking over places like the Overlords?"

"Our powers are dampened a little up here. We're governed by the laws of Mother Nature. In hell, it's a different story."

I fell quiet as my mind made a map with all the information he had given me. I looked down at my black claws and rubbed my fingers together. It felt like I was still in a dream of some sort.

An idea sprung into my head. "Can you teach me how to fly?"

Husker's eyes widened as he looked at my black wings. Then he touched his chin as he thought for a moment. "Sure, why not? But not now..." he motioned for me sit back down. "It's too breezy and there's a storm coming in. Not the best air for learning."

I sat back in the chair and felt the wind. He was right. The wind was stronger and the air smelled more earthy. Speaking of smells, my nose curled when Husker opened another bottle. The alcohol ran straight for my nose and I rubbed at it furiously with the back of my hand.

That's when I noticed my heightened sense of smell. I could smell the old wood of the house, the small fire in the fireplace, and a bunch of other smells I hadn't noticed before. My ears flicked as I picked up the sound of a bird's wings flapping overhead. It flapped its way into the tree line and disappeared back to its nest.

"What is it?" Husker asked.

"I can...I can hear and smell everything." I probably looked like I was in a trance as I walked into the old home to discover the little smells and noises. Everything that was normal sounded so incredibly loud. The small fire crackling sounded like it was right next to me. And of course I could hear Alastor's footsteps as he walked around upstairs.

Husker taught me how to dampen loud noises like the faucet running or the door squeaking open. He made a comment about how I had the most sensitive hearing he’s ever heard of. His tricks helped tremendously to clean up dinner that night.

"Can you show me how you fixed the floor?" I asked him, tapping my clawed feet on the new tile. He looked between me and the floor before agreeing. He always seemed to be a little unsure when I asked him something like that. Was he worried I would use it against him? Or was he worried what Alastor might do?

He went to the study/library and ran his paw across a dusty side table. The top of it came back squeaky clean like it was freshly bought. "Try with one of the legs," he instructed, "Imagine your picking up all the dirt and dust."

The first and second time did nothing. I knew how to use Slight magic so why was Full magic so much harder?

"Use your imagination," he tried next. "And take your time. This is something new."

I clenched my hands into fists for a second before releasing the anger slowly. I took a deep breath. Wrapping my claws carefully around the wood, I dragged my hand down the leg and imagined the wood turning shiny. I opened my eyes and found a clean leg at the very least.

"Keep practicing. You have to exercise your magic muscle," Husker said.

"Sure."

"You have time tonight. Alastor told me he and Rosie had something to take care of tonight."

"Oh, okay." I tried to hide my disappointment. With every meeting I had with Rosie, the more I discovered about my past. I wanted to remember my mother's face so badly. At the very least I knew she didn't purposefully leave me in the rings. Her hand had been forced.

"Try with something simpler." He held out an old lightbulb.

****

As Husker helped me learn and relearn my physical and magic abilities, I started to notice Alastor watching. If I was outside learning to fly, he was on the porch watching. If I was learning to use Full magic in the field, he was watching from one of the many windows. If I was in the library practicing on different objects, he somehow managed to appear in the sitting room observing me quietly.

I mentioned it to Husker but he simply brushed it off as one of Alastor's weird habits. That didn't mean I had to be okay with it.

Husker was fixing the electricity in the dinning room while I was practicing lighting the fire in the sitting room. I had seen Alastor and Husker snap their fingers but when I did it, nothing happened.

"It's all about intent, dear." I jumped at Alastor's voice. He stood behind me with his hands behind his back like always. The stupid cane was like a third eye for him.

"I've got it." I turned my back to him and stared down at the dead logs. I heard him walk past me and sit in one of the chairs, his red eyes never leaving me. I let out a tense sigh. "What do you want?"

"Absolutely nothing."

I scoffed. "I find that hard to believe." I tried again with the fire but nothing happened. "Why are you always watching me?"

"What ever do you mean, dear?"

"Stop calling me that. And I mean every time I'm doing something you're hiding somewhere watching me."

"Is it a crime to watch my soulmate?"

"Don't call me that either." My tail whipped hard against the floor. I was getting frustrated with him and myself. I knelt down and grabbed one of the embers. I could ignite my own hand but how could I not ignite a simple stick?

"Sometimes it's all about imagination," he said, drumming his claws against his cane. "Surely that's not something you're lacking in."

My lip curled in a snarl. I looked down at the hot ember and put it in the corner of the fire place. I looked at one of the logs and closed my eyes. I remembered seeing Full mages lifting air when they wanted to move something. Maybe I could do something similar.

I turned my hand palm up and pictured small flames sticking out from under the wood. They slowly grew bigger until they were catching the neighboring logs on fire. I felt the heat on my face and snapped my eyes open to a working fire. My shock turned into a smile. I had done it.

"Nicely done," Husker said from the stairwell. I stood up and brushed off my pant leg.

"Yes well done," Alastor commented from his chair. "You've got a lot of potential. We just need to harness it properly."

"We?"

"Yes, we." He stood and stepped up to me. He always came ridiculously close, forcing me to take a step back. I noticed that I had grown an inch or two in my demon form, putting me exactly at his shoulder height. “You and me. And Husker of course. But even he has his limits." I heard an angry cat growl from Husker in the dinning room.

"So now that I have power you're interested all of a sudden."

"Of course," he chuckled. "Before I thought you were a meager human with no redeeming qualities. But now I see you have some sweet secrets hidden in that mind if yours."

"I expect nothing less from the Radio Demon. Everything's some kind of string you can benefit from."

"I'm sure you'll come to understand me the more you discover about your power." He put a hand on my shoulder again.

"I don't think I will." I pulled his hand off.

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I met with Rosie again but I made zero progress. She told me to write down any dreams or memories I had and to keep practicing with my magic. Apparently, I had gotten over the biggest hill but now everything was slow and steady.

I spent the following days restoring the old house to its proper glory. As slow and tiring as it was, I felt accomplished at the end of every day. I had restored all the flooring so they didn't creak so loudly and cleaned up the walls. Thanks to Husker, working electricity reached all over the house.

The library was the next room to be restored properly. I hated spiders but having magic solved that problem for me. I started practicing with using magic from afar so I didn't have to deal with them. Husker thought it was funny.

"My, I love what you've done to the place." Alastor manifested in the middle of the room. I rolled my eyes and shook the curtains until the dust had disappeared and their true colors shone through. Using magic was getting easier but it still made me exhausted. "I knew this old house just needed a woman's touch."

"Well you sure weren't going to do it," I said as I passed him. I took off the color glass shade of a lamp and ran my hand across it.

"I must say, this type of work suits you better than running about on the streets."

I placed the clean shade back on the lamp and took a deep breath. "You ought to remember I'm not your fucking housewife." I turned to find him barely an inch from me. I tilted my head back to stare up at his angry red eyes. My horns were the only thing that were taller than his shoulders.

"You ought to remember my rule about such foul language. It doesn't suite you."

I licked my lips and swallowed hard. Everything in me tensed as I straightened, closing the distance between us. My hands were sweating. "Fuck. You."

His hand grabbed my jaw and shoved me into the bookshelf. I pulled on his wrist as spit dripped out the corners of my mouth. I couldn't swallow with his hand pressed so tightly under my jaw. Breathing felt like I was sucking air through a pillow.

"Let this be your last warning, darling," the radio static coated his words, "Next time I will silence your defiance for an extended period of time. I'm sure you wouldn't want that." I looked up at his yellow smile with half closed eyes. "Now apologize, dear."

What!?

My tail whipped against the bookshelf and I pressed my claws into his wrist. I couldn't understand how someone of his stature had the strength he had. I wanted to swallow so bad.

"I'm waiting, love."

I felt something sharp poke above my lip. He dragged his claw along my upper lip and pressed it painfully in the corner of my mouth. I whined and tried to drop my weight to no avail.

"Three..." he started counting. I wanted to cough but I didn't dare. He pressed harder into the corner of my mouth. I pushed my foot against his leg but something pulled it back down. I couldn't see what had done it.

"Two..." I could see a mark on the corner of his smile that matched the injury he was giving me.

"One-"

"S-sorry."

"What was that dear?" He turned his head and lessened his assault only slightly.

"I'm s-sorry," I sputtered.

"For what, love?"

"For...for cursing."

"Thank you for the apology, darling." He let go and I stumbled to my knees. I swallowed first before coughing a bunch. I touched the puncture wound in the corner of my mouth. "I do hope you've learned your lesson." His feet melted into the shadows and the next second he was completely gone.

My face was hot with embarrassment. I went to the kitchen and padded my lips with warm water. Husker came to check on me but I waved him off. I know he had witnessed it. Even if he wanted to interfere, I don't think he could.

As terrifying as it was, I wasn't ready to give in so easily. Alastor would learn that he still had to treat me like a normal human being. If there was one thing I had learned from the rings, it was how to never give up.

#alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #hazbin husk #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel husk

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Chapter One

Into the Abyss

warnings: five just being kinda crazy, herb not being as nice a guy as you might assume

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tag list: @lv9su ; @groovydazephantom

Five was very loud when he wanted to be, he realized as he walked through the winding halls of The Commission, watching his employees cower and duck their heads into their files or pretend to fix their clothes.

None of that mattered then, however. He reached into his pocket for that very familiar key that he had used every single day he had been in The Commission. The key to the Infinite Switchboard.

Just so he could see your face again, even for a moment. Maybe even find you if he could.

Sometimes he would come across old memories and dive into them. Oh, how beautiful you were. How you smiled and how you laughed and how you were always so kind. To him and to everyone.

His beautiful, beautiful girl. An angel among demons that crawled beneath her feet–he was a demon that would crawl beneath her feet anyway. A devil cast to the deepest pits of hell searching for that which could bring him salvation, if only for a moment.

Five Hargreeves wanted nothing more than to hold you to his chest, to tuck you into his arms safe and sound and never let you out again. Because his arms were where you belonged–where you still do belong. They were wide open for the ghost of you, gates to a rotting manor that only welcomed its original owner.

You could rip his heart from his chest and he would forgive you in a heartbeat.

The door creaked open and he quickly locked it behind him. The only other person with a key was Herb, and he wouldn’t dare disturb the owner of the Commission in his incredibly important research.

Even if that research wasn’t important to the company, per se. It was important to him. And if it was important to him then surely the world would fall apart if it wasn’t completed.

I would tear it apart if I couldn’t reach this at the very least, he thought, sitting down in the very same chair he did every day, flipping on the switch that reintroduced him to his sins, to what he needed to do.

Your smiling face greeted him, and for a second–just as always–he smiled back. He turned a dial beneath his right finger, looking back to the dreaded day he lost you.

November 22, 1963 was a day to behold, that was for sure. It was brighter than usual, not one cloud lingering in the sky and the sun blared down upon the mild Texas landscape.

His gun was aimed for where the president would ride by as you sat beside him, picking at the grass.

“Be careful, Sweetheart,” he said, and you looked up at him for a moment, eyes void. “You’ll ruin your sundress.”

“I think the sundress is the least of our worries today, Five.”

He sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

Five minutes later amidst the chaos that was taking place on the other side of the fence, he took your hand and brought it to his lips before diving through the hole he had ripped in the time-space continuum.

And then you were gone, stolen from him by the cruel fingers of time.

Five jumped when a knock on the door sounded, his fingers flying to the knife he had stuffed in his pocket at all times.

“Mr. Hargreeves?” Herb called. “Sir?”

Five sighed, dropping his knife before gliding the chair over to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Herb.”

Herb stepped in through the door before staring at the mess that had become the Infinite Switchboard. Papers were scattered everywhere–some with half-drawn faces, others with numbers and symbols he could only begin to understand. And then there was Five; clean shaven as always, but his eyes held something either dead or dangerously alive.

Either way, he knew there was nothing but trouble to be had with Five Hargreeves.

Nothing but trouble.

“Mr. Hargreeves,” Herb said, watching Five return to his pages, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, Herb.”

Herb’s eyes flicked to the screen, to you. You in the yellow sundress. You who had cried in Dot’s arms one too many times to count.

You who had successfully escaped Five Hargreeves and fallen into a new hell.

“Trying to find her, Sir?” Herb said with a chuckle.

Five’s jaw ticked before he turned to the smaller man. “You have something to say, Herb? Something funny?”

“Nothing at all, Sir.” He shrugged, before taking a shaky step away from the man. “Just that you’ve been looking so hard and her files have been with us all along.”

Five’s heart jumped. He dove for Herb, taking him by the lapel of his jacket and pulling him up to eye level.

“Herb,” he said sweetly. “Old friend. Tell me where the fuck those files are.”

Herb gulped. “We have them all. We watch them on Friday nights. They’re quite entertaining–I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

“I want them. I want them all–and whenever a new one comes in, I want that too. I’ll decide if they’re entertaining or not.”

“Of course,” Herb whispered before being thrown to the ground, scampering out of the room as soon as he could.

And for the first time in a long time, Five smiled.

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@jegulus-microfic | march 27 birthday | words: 780

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY!!! i had fun writing this one so i hope y’all have fun reading;3

tw: walburga appears, suicidal tendencies (it’s brief and probably not many of you will think of it that way but still)

Regulus wasn't the type to make grand romantic gestures; it was always James.

For example, when he took Regulus on their first date—not just a meeting in the middle of the night at the Astronomy Tower, but a real date—James’ found this beautiful meadow in the Forbidden Forest, near the Black Lake. Regulus thinks it must have taken the other boy at least half a day to get the place ready, because when they arrived, there were Christmas lights hanging in the trees, a record player was standing next to one of them, quietly playing some Elvis song, and in the middle there was a warm-looking blanket with candles, flowers, steaming food, fruit, and something that looked like a bottle of elvish wine. It is safe to say Regulus was in complete awe.

The other time was just a few weeks later, when it was Regulus’ birthday. James did not buy it, but he made him a little crooked silver ring with antlers engraved on it. When the younger boy asked how exactly he did it, James just shrugged and said, ‘Dad thought me’ like it was the most obvious answer in the world. And, okay, they were wizards, so it wasn’t the hardest thing for them to transfigure something into something else, but when Regulus later tried to reverse any spells cast on the ring, nothing happened, which meant not only did James make it himself, but he also made it without any magic. What a guy, that one.

When James and Sirius came to Grimmauld one night that summer to rescue Regulus and Walburga caught them, threatening to kill all three boys, Potter straightened up, holding his wand out in front of her confidently.

"Leave them alone; if you want to kill someone, try me." As he said this, the woman raised her hand to cast the killing curse, but James was faster; with one smooth gesture, he had her stunned and bound. After they disapparated, landing in Potter Manor, both Blacks started shouting at him for his recklessness and stupidity, while they hugged him tight.

Regulus could talk about every amazing thing James did to prove his love for hours—there were so many. But when it came to his own grand gestures, the list ended at one: when he sent Avery and Mulciber to the Hospital Wing with the skin melted off of their faces after throwing two Bludgers at James at the same time. So, he made exactly zero romantic gestures for almost a whole year of dating James.

Fortunately, the 27th of March was approaching, and with it, his boyfriend’s birthday.

On Friday morning, while the whole Great Hall was having a rather loud breakfast, Regulus scanned the Gryffindor’s table to find—aha!

Spotting that bright smile on the other side, Regulus pulled out the big box he had hidden beneath the bench and sent it flying through the whole room with one flick of a wand. Everyone was looking at it in almost complete silence, waiting in anticipation to see where it would land. Regulus stole one glance in the direction it was going and noticed three different expressions: James looked like he would burst out crying any second, Sirius' face twisted into something between admiration and disgust, and Remus and Peter looked like one was having the time of his life and the other was about to choke from laughing.

As the package landed carefully in James’ laps, everyone went so quiet you could hear a fly buzzing. The Gryffindor opened the box with shaky hands, looking right back up when he saw what was inside. His mouth kept opening and closing while looking at Regulus. The whole student body turned to look at him, but his eyes were trained on James’. Still to this day, Regulus has no idea what got into him at that moment, but he stood up and strode to James with a smug expression.

Reaching the birthday boy, Regulus leaned forward, took his face in his hands, and kissed him softly on the lips; James immediately reciprocated. The kiss was nothing like what they shared in the broom cupboards, in the Come-and-Go Room, or even at the Astronomy Tower; this one was the best of all of them—slow, sweet, and, oh, so full of love.

When they parted, Regulus could finally hear the whispers echoing throughout the room, making it seem as if someone had locked him in a hive. He didn’t care. All he cared for was the handsome man in his hands.

“Joyeux dix-huitième anniversaire, amour de ma vie,” Regulus whispered against James’ lips, feeling the other smiling broadly. Yeah, he thought, this one counts as romantic.

translation: happy eighteenth birthday, love of my life

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #hogwarts #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES #by: allyeardepression #1k words or less #march 27 #hogwarts au #fluff

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The Golden Warrior | Chapter 8

Azriel x Reader

Summary: To you, love was a poison that slowly killed. It was something that could make the strongest of warriors and leaders weak and vulnerable. You had successfully evaded romance and relationships for a century until the day you realized it had been plaguing you from within.

Chapters: 8/?

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: violence, death, swearing

*masterlist*

You kissed Azriel.

You kissed Azriel. Fucking. Shadowsinger.

And you have zero regrets.

The plan was to do anything to forget and prevent the bond from snapping with Tarquin. You hated making split decisions, but this worked perfectly in your favor. All thoughts of Tarquin and your nights together were smashed down into the depths of your memories. It’s been a day since the kiss, and you found yourself thinking about Azriel and how surprisingly soft his lips were for a hardened warrior.

You hadn’t seen him since that night, but you can imagine he was somewhere in the Night Court camps brooding in some dark tent. When you gave him the healer’s order not to fight in battle or fly until he was completely healed, he barely gave you resistance. Now that he’s had time to process the information, you were sure he was giving his High Lord a tough time about this. It must be torture knowing his friends and family were going into battle without him.

Thinking about Azriel’s well-being wholly consumed your mind because you ended up colliding with a tall figure. The apologetic smile slowly disappeared from your lips when you realized you had bumped into a grinning High Lord of Summer.

“What thoughts are occupying your brain, my lady,” said Tarquin teasingly. “It’s unlike you not to watch where you’re going.”

Even if he was poking fun at you, he still swept down to take your hand and kissed it in formal Dawn Court fashion. Your eyes almost popped out of your head as you watched his lips press against your skin.

“Tarquin! I- uh was just thinking about some preparations I must do for the battle,” you stammered. “What are you doing here?”

Tarquin gave you a lopsided grin. “I was on my way to speak to Thesan; would you like to accompany me?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m afraid I was on my way to check on the distribution of the anti-faebane compound. I’ll catch up with you later!”

Without waiting for him to respond, you spun around and sped walked toward the other side of camp. You were actually on your way to speak to your cousin, the warriors Wyla and Bersk were tasked to oversee the distribution of the compound to the camps, but Tarquin didn’t need to know that. You looked down at the hand he kissed and squeezed your eyes shut in frustration. Tarquin was a good friend, why did the mate bond have to come and ruin everything?

***

The hot sun beat down as you took a sip of water, you were looking off onto the blue ocean while ignoring the humans' gazes boring holes into your wings. You and other fae who could winnow were winnowing humans from the villages beyond the Wall all day long. Some humans went willingly, and some were violent and had to be subdued with magic. You frowned as you watched a family in the corner looking a little green, their eldest son still throwing up. They threw an iron spear at you, and you flicked it off like it was nothing. It wasn’t long until they were feeling too sick to pathetically attempt to end your life.

Thankfully, Tarquin was too busy dealing with the refugees in his court so there was little chance of running into him. Looking around, you see the familiar form of Morrigan who was leaning against the stone ledge and admiring the view. The last time you saw her, she was a blubbering mess who kept thanking you for saving Cassian’s life. You stood next to her and Morrigan turned to smile, she reached over and gave you a quick hug.

“My favorite healer!” she said enthusiastically. “Isn’t it beautiful here? I wish the world was at peace so I could lounge on the beach.”

You laughed as you both wistfully looked at the picturesque scene before you. There were beaches all over Prythian, but nothing could beat Summer.

Morrigan examined the soft glow that emitted from you. She felt indebted to the Golden Warrior that stood next to her, without you, her family's world would have fallen apart. Mor also saw the work you’d done to Azriel’s wings, the thought of the Shadowsinger made her smile fade.

“You should know that Illyrian patient of yours is being incredibly stubborn,” said Mor. “He keeps bothering Rhysand and Madja to give him a pass to fight tomorrow.”

Shaking your head, you gave Mor a timid smile. “I was afraid that was going to happen. I had a feeling that even if I told Azriel he can’t fight, he’d try to negotiate.”

“We can all beg him not to fight but nothing is going to stop him from doing what he wants. It has come to the point where Rhysand started threatening Az that he would chain him onto a tree.”

Laughter bubbled from your lips at the image. “Do you think he’ll disobey Rhysand? Azriel doesn’t seem like the type to disobey his High Lord.”

“I don’t know,” shrugged Mor. “I tried talking to him… sometimes he listens to me so I’m hoping he will.”

“I didn’t think he’d be this stubborn!” you exclaimed. You knew how bad his wings were, if he tried to fly too early, one wrong move could permanently damage the nerves in his wings.

“You’d be surprised,” snorted Mor.

The sound of distinct whispers makes you straighten up and whip your head around. Your sudden movement caused Morrigan to finally notice the shadowsinger.

The spymaster approached with a smirk on his lips. “If you’re going to talk about me behind my back, at least try to do it discreetly.”

Azriel found it bizarre to see the two of you standing together and laughing. The female he had loved for five hundred years and the mate he knew would be easy to love. It was his two worlds colliding and his chest constricted with emotion. Two beautiful females who didn’t seem to want him. Azriel was sure the bond would snap the moment your lips touched but it didn’t, his little dove was still so scared and resistant.

“Hi Azriel,” you said softly. Feeling a little shy from the kiss, you turned around and kept your eyes on the crashing waves.

He stood next to you and leaned against the stone. “It’s frustrating that I can never spy on you again. My shadows gave me away, right?”

You nodded. “Yes, it was your shadows and good! I told you there would be repercussions if you tried to do it again. You can always come talk to me, I thought we established that already.”

“I didn’t forget, my lady, it’s just fun to tease you. Your forehead scrunches up and you start threatening people,” said Azriel as he peered at your furrowed brows.

“Then don’t say or do things to make me threaten you in the first place!” You scowled while you smoothed your skin upwards with your fingers.

Morrigan watched Azriel and you banter, and her eyes lit up as she studied the two of you. She felt like she was intruding so she excused herself to get back to winnowing the humans from the villages.

“How are you feeling?” asked Azriel. “You ready for tomorrow?”

For the first time since the kiss, you looked deeply into his hazel eyes. “I’m fucking terrified. I was told to stop winnowing the humans because the High Lords wanted me to be well-rested for the battle,” you paused and took a breath. “Thesan wants me to unleash every drop of magic I can to poison Hybern. I still don’t know if I can do it at that magnitude.

Azriel took in your words and leaned closer. “Do you want to know one of the first thoughts I had when I met you? I thought you were incredible and the more I learned about you, the more impressed I was. For 49 years, you held your entire court together without the support of a High Lord. That’s pretty fucking powerful.”

You sighed, “I don’t know, Azriel. I’m scared I won’t be strong enough. What I have to do tomorrow may decide which side the scale will tip.”

Azriel watched your furrowed brow slowly return. He wished you didn’t have to take on this much responsibility and wished he could be fighting by your side. His shadows must have been thinking the same thing because they drifted to you. The wisps danced around your wings or intertwined themselves in your hair.

“You are one of the best warriors I have ever seen. I have a feeling that you’re going to be amazing tomorrow, I know it.”

You smiled at his confidence in you. It was nice to hear it after days of self-deprecating thoughts about your power. “Speaking about warriors—are you going to be stubborn and fight tomorrow?”

Azriel’s jaw set as he shook his head. “I’m furious that I won’t be there to help my brothers, Feyre, Amren, Mor, and… you. Morrigan begged me not to fight and frankly, I’m scared how badly you’ll both kick my ass if I do.”

You laughed and Azriel smiled. He wanted to listen to your laughter forever.

Nudging his arm, you tell him not to worry even though you know tomorrow is going to be a bloodbath. Comfortable silence fell between you, the only thing you could hear was the rhythmic crashing of water. The salty air smelled heavenly against the scent of cedarwood, the scent reminding you of that night.

“Are we going to talk about the kiss?” you blurted.

He felt his heartbeat quicken. “You said it was to distract from your potential mate… did it work?”

Azriel refrained from asking more questions about who the male was. He was afraid that if he knew the answer, he might do something he would regret.

“I think so… but I kind of feel bad about it. I hope it wasn't confusing for you. I’ve been considering you a friend, and I don’t want the kiss to make it awkward for the both of us.”

Friend.

His heart sunk at the word. Azriel peered down at your hopeful gaze. You seemed genuine about wanting to keep the friendship and Azriel would never want to lose that. He would rather be your friend forever and keep you in his life than never having you at all. He still had hope that one day you��d grow to love him but for now, this was enough.

“Don’t feel bad. I’ll always be happy to help you out with whatever you need,” said Azriel.

You beamed up at him. “Likewise.”

The two of you had a rocky start but that’s how you knew this friendship was going to be a great one. He earned your trust, and you earned his.

***

The cold crisp air was welcoming as you glid through the sky. Today was the big day. Potentially your last day. Instead of getting that extra hour of sleep, you wanted to make sure you watched today’s sunrise. It was beautiful, it was like the Mother knew that for hundreds of thousands, it would be their last, so she blessed the dawn sky. Pastel pink, blue, and orange were all you could see. You closed your eyes and basked as you savored the soft warmth of the sun.

One last look at the sky and then you dove down to go meet Thesan and Callon for breakfast. Meals with your cousin and his lover were usually joyful and filled with laughter but today, everyone was trying not to cry. Thesan and Callon were the ones you trusted most in the world. They were your family and the thought of either of them dying today was unimaginable. If something were to happen, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You lost your parents, and you couldn’t lose someone again, Thesan and Callon were all you had.

You looked at Callon who held Thesan’s hand so tightly, his knuckles were white. Blinking back tears, you looked down and stirred your anti-faebane-laced coffee for the hundredth time. Callon would die to protect his High Lord, he would die to protect you. His loyalty to your family and the Court ran deep but even if he wasn’t, Callon loved you both so dearly. You were beginning to think all forms of love weren’t worth it. This hurt too much.

“My cousin, my second-in-command,” said Thesan gently. “If something happens to me in battle- “

You try to cut him off, but he gives you a look that silences you.

“You are the only living immediate relative of mine and the most powerful faerie in Dawn Court after me. Thanks to Rhysand and his knack for breaking the rules, if I die, you will be High Lady and I couldn’t be happier that the role will be passed to you.”

Feeling like a child again, your lips trembled. “That’s not going to happen because you’ll survive this. All of us will.”

Thesan glowed brighter, his familial love for you was overwhelming. He couldn’t stand the idea of leaving you alone again or the fact that you may leave him. “I don’t plan on dying today. I just want you to be prepared, that’s all.”

Tears finally escape and you don’t stop to wipe them. You nodded and looked at Thesan, “My power… I don’t know if I can do that much damage. I want to save as many Prythian lives as possible, but I don’t know if I can do this,” you said truthfully.

“When the shields are down and it’s time to unleash your poison, I want you to think about everything you care about. Think about me, Callon, and your friends. Think of all the humans and faeries you will protect. Think about the Dawn Court and all its beauty. That’s what you’re protecting and trust me, you’ll find that power.” His voice was deep and soothing, and every word hit you in your chest. Maybe you can do this. If High Lord Thesan believed in you, there should be no reason to doubt.

The battleground was a sight to see, the five courts and their legions were marching or winnowing in. Hybern was in the distance, their large numbers slowly gathering but you paid them no attention.

The golden armor felt cool against your skin, the helmet snug on your head, and the flat of your sheathed sword tapping your thigh as you walked amongst the Peregryn Battalion. Callon and Thesan had just finished their speeches to the soldiers, and they wanted to reserve the last one for the Golden Warrior. In the almost 50 years of Thesan’s absence from the throne, you were their leader, their Lady. They respected you and were honored to wear the same armor as you did.

They stood in attention as you made your way to the front, you gazed at the rows of soldiers with an aura of confidence and viciousness. The weeping lady from breakfast was long gone and was replaced with the fierce protector.

“May you all fly high and strike swiftly. May our blades and strength slay our enemies. May the Mother above protect us.” Your voice reverberated through the air. Everyone within a mile radius had their skin riddled with goosebumps as they felt your power radiate from you. “Hybern wants to take away the balance of our country and bring chaos. Let’s show them it’s not so easy to do so. Some of us may fall today, some of us may not. Fight hard and watch each other’s back, I will see you all on the other side.”

Last-minute preparations were being made while the rest of the court's armies were arriving. Callon handed you a scroll and told you to deliver it to the Illyrian General, your fae eyes tell you that winnowing would be faster. Honing on the image of Cassian, you winnowed next to him, but he didn’t immediately look at you, he was looking at the sight of Azriel handing the Truth Teller to Elain. You followed his eyes and realized that everyone was staring at Azriel and Elain.

Raising a brow, you tapped the scroll against Cassian’s chest to get his attention. “Callon wanted you to have this, I think it’s about flight formations.”

Shaking his head, he apologized and took the scroll from you.

“Why is everyone staring at them?” you asked peering at the Archeron sister you have yet to meet. She was looking at Azriel with big doe eyes and annoyance momentarily flared in your chest.

Cassian looked down at you and then back at Azriel. “Um—Azriel never lets anyone touch the Truth Teller. It’s just a strange sight, maybe he feels like his dagger would help her feel safer.”

You examined the doe-eyed fae, she looked like she had never held anything that sharp in her life.

It was then that Azriel’s shadows noticed your presence, they darted towards you, and you laughed when you heard their squeals of excitement. They floated around and whispered; they were admiring the golden armor that covered you. Azriel looked up and smiled when he saw you standing next to Cassian. He immediately limped his way to you, leaving the Archeron sister to curiously look at the newcomer with the white and gold wings.

You asked Cassian how his healing was, and Azriel rolled his eyes when Cassian pulled up his leathers showing you his toned abdomen with a giant scar running down the middle. You cast a hand over and smiled as you sensed that all his healing was done.

“You’re all good, but the scar might stay, it was too deep of a wound and--.”

“Don’t worry about it,” interrupted Cassian. “It’ll be a good reminder to follow orders. You know, I will never be able to thank you enough for saving my life. I wouldn’t be here without you, consider me indebted to you.”

You smiled at the General. “Make sure you survive; I’d like to take you up on that offer one day.”

Rhysand called Cassian over which left you and Azriel alone. You noticed he was still wearing Illyrian leathers and his siphons but no helmet in sight. He watched you notice the absence of his protective gear and he rolled his eyes at your approving nods.

“Have you come here to gloat and show off your armor?” joked Azriel.

“Ha. I’m not that cruel, Azriel. I can’t imagine how hard it is to stand back and do nothing,” you said sincerely. “I think it’ll make everyone feel better knowing you’re safe so in a way, you’re still helping.”

You looked at Elain who was holding Azriel’s dagger delicately, wary of the sharp parts.

“Cassian told me you have a name for that dagger, what was it again? Truth-something?”

“It’s Truth-Teller,” replied Azriel.

Blinking up at him, a small mischievous smile formed on your lips. “That’s dramatic. Do people get intimidated by that?” He looked so dumbfounded, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

“Actually,” he said with feigned defensiveness. “They do get intimidated by the dagger and my reputation. I guess you wouldn’t know about it because you’ve been living under a rock and can poison anyone and anything.”

Your head tipped back, and a hearty laugh comes out making Azriel grin. The entire morning had been filled with tears and stoicism, it felt good to laugh, it almost made you forget the battle was minutes away.

Azriel pointed to the ornate sword attached to your waist. “You can’t tell me something like that doesn’t have a name!”

You unsheathed the sword and brought it between you and Azriel. “You got me there,” you said as you tapped the three pearls near the hilt. “Her name is Deception, it used to be my father’s. He told me he called her Deception because she seems delicate and pretty but…when in the right hands, she’s also a killer and destroyer of armies.”

Azriel ran a scarred finger across the gold engravings on the blade. It was clean now but, in a few hours, it would be stained red.

“Just like her owner,” he said with a smirk.

A snort comes out and you quickly sheath the sword to distract from the reddening of your ears.

“I have to get back to the Peregryns, make sure we’re ready for the skies,” you said grimly.

Azriel swallowed a lump in his throat, his eyes scanning and committing every inch of your face to memory. He refused to believe this might be the last time he would see you. He wished you had more time, maybe...just maybe you might fall in love with him. Pushing away his useless dreams, Azriel looked at his beautiful mate.

“Please be careful,” said Azriel, his voice wavering slightly.

You were surprised by the emotion packed in his words; you swear his eyes were glistening. “I’ll be okay,” you reassured. “Just know that if I see you on the battlefield, I’ll fly down and kick your ass.”

Azriel’s lips twitched into a smile and then you winnowed, leaving a faint scent of lilacs.

Not too far away were the figures of Cassian, Rhysand, and Feyre huddled by a supply caravan pretending to be in a conversation. Feyre had learned you were Azriel’s mate a couple of days after the males found out. Cassian was giddy at all hours of the day, Rhysand kept pestering Azriel, and whenever Feyre saw the shadowsinger, he would be engulfed in shadows with his eyes staring off into the distance. It didn’t take long before Feyre could coax the answers out of her mate.

Because Azriel was Azriel, they had no solid idea how your relationship was progressing. So when they heard your banter, they all bit back smiles, they’ve never heard him talk this much. It gave them even more reasons to fight for their future, and their family's happiness.

***

The sheer size of Hybern’s army was staggering. There was no point trying to skew your perception to make you feel better. It was just a fact that Hybern had the larger army, but it didn’t mean Prythian didn’t have a few tricks up her sleeves.

The High Lords had ordered you to go to the front lines for the magic portion of the battle. Thesan didn’t like the idea of you standing too close to the Bone Carver, so he wanted you in the air. Your cousin was scared for you, but you were more concerned about how much power you could unleash.

You hovered close to the Bone Carver, curiosity making you look at the creature as he stared back at you with black eyes. Legends say he appeared differently to everyone and what you saw was a female. You weren’t sure if she was fae, she seemed otherworldly, beautiful, and ancient. She looked like death, not in the sense she looked ill and weak, she was death personified. You found that the longer you looked at her, the sense of dread rose like bile in your throat.

The Bone Carver could feel the sharp darkness from you and cocked its head. “Peculiar,” murmured the Bone Carver.

Before you could ask what he meant, something next to you materialized, with a hand on the hilt of your sword, you turned to see an even more terrifying creature.

Bryaxis.

You’ve heard scary stories about him in your youth, it was a creature that parents used to make their children behave. You remember only feeling safe from the creature once you learned it had been imprisoned in Night Court for centuries. Its dark shadowy figure loomed over you despite hovering a couple of feet from the ground. You heard shocked murmurs coming from both sides, no one was expecting this.

Steeling yourself, you looked at Bryaxis and dipped your head, even if you wanted to run for the hills. While glamoured, Bryaxis had the time to examine you, it felt that overwhelming power the Bone Carver talked about. There was something else, there was something familiar about you, but it couldn’t place it. You seemed too young to have met it before it was imprisoned.

You guess there was more excitement because next to the Bone Carver, appeared the Weaver. She was young and pretty unlike the stories you’ve heard of an old hag, meaning she must have feasted recently. She paid no attention to you; she was more occupied with the seemingly stunned Bone Carver.

“Golden warrior,” hissed Bryaxis.

The whisper of Bryaxis felt like insects crawling up your neck. You narrowed your eyes and looked at its terrifying face. You tried not to stare at its huge claws as it blinked and studied your figure.

“Yes?” You thanked the mother your voice didn’t tremble.

“If you are what I think you are, I have met you before,” hissed the creature. You weren’t even sure if its mouth was moving, you think it responded to you like a daemati.

“That’s impossible, I would have remembered.”

“No!” growled Bryaxis. “Not you, your predecessor.”

Your eyes widened at his admission. What did he mean? Has he met your parents? You asked but it ignored your questions. It started to whisper something nonsensical about war and killing as it looked toward the terrified Hybern soldiers.

Atop a grassy knoll, Azriel gawked as he watched you interact with the immortal creatures. Everyone around him sucked in a breath when he saw you speaking to Bryaxis. Rhysand could tell Azriel was itching to intervene, drag you away from danger so Rhys stood next to his brother.

What the hell is she doing? thought Azriel. Is she not scared?

He could tell both armies were watching you, some Prythians knew who you were but this set of Hybern soldiers were bewildered. Their soldiers probably couldn’t tell what was so special about this winged female, their shields preventing them from feeling your power. They wondered about your place amongst these dark immortal creatures. The soldiers in the front began to feel uneasy about the seemingly normal faerie.

The earth started to shake as the High Lords and Hybern started using their magic to take down the shields. Giving up on getting answers from Bryaxis, you took this as your cue to get ready. You flew high enough to the point where you could see most of Hybern’s army. Your wings flapped steadily as you looked forward and emptied your mind, ridding any feelings of uncertainty.

With your palms facing Hybern, you think of all the faeries you were protecting behind you. Gold and bronze light slowly leached from your skin and turned to wisps, each thought of your family, friends, and court made you glow brighter. The swirling wisps extended from your body and the enemy gulped at your display of power. Thesan, who was concentrating on using his magic to take down the shields grinned maniacally as he saw what his cousin was capable of.

Breathing deeply and slowly, you extended your arms out to the sides as more power gathered in your core. You think of the innocent children; faeries and humans who deserved a peaceful life ahead of them. The power that surged in and around you felt insane, you don’t think you’ve conjured this much energy in your entire life. You felt vicious and you were counting down the seconds you could get your hands on the Hybern bastards.

The moment you felt Hybern’s shield fall, you roared as power erupted from your body. The light you emitted was strong enough to blind a faerie if they didn’t close their eyes fast enough. Gold and bronze flung out as you slashed your arm in the air and then the screaming started. Your magic was faster than the dark creatures below you, so Hybern tasted your death first. Soldiers gurgled on their own blood as they bled from every orifice, some screamed in agony as their insides liquified, and others just dropped dead.

There was so much energy thrumming inside you and this time, something felt different, like you had unlocked a new ability. Out of instinct, you raised a hand, and a pulse of gold wisps hurtled towards the target. Moments before the blast hit Hybern, the wisps turned into a thick bronze mist that hung heavily in the air. You could barely see through the fog but when it cleared, a gasp escaped your lips. Piles of bodies lay unmoving on the ground; the mist had killed everything in its path forcing Hybern’s armies to split into two.

Hundreds of bodies turned into thousands, and the Court’s armies roared their war cries. Now that Bryaxis, Bone Carver and the Weaver had crossed enemy lines, the sounds of screams became louder. Prythian soldiers marched forward and began to fight. You stayed in the air sending blasts of your poison hoping it would reach and weaken those in the back. Once you felt your magic sputter, you fell back and flew to the Peregryn and Illyrian legions.

The Peregryn commander grasped your arm and brought you close. “Holy shit, y/n! I knew you could do it!” grinned Callon.

You panted and rested your head on Callon's shoulder for a moment. “I didn’t know I could do that!”

“I hope you have more fight in you, my lady. We start aerial attacks in 60 seconds.”

The wicked smile on your face was enough of an answer for Callon. You unsheathed Deception and poised your arm ready for anything.

The booming orders of Callon and Cassian first sent the archers and then the rest of the legions charging toward the Attors who were making their way toward you. Everything felt like a blur as the winged squadrons plummeted to the earth and took the fight to the ground. Magical shields were useless against ash arrows, forcing everyone to switch to physical shields. You were immediately splattered with blood, but you didn’t care as long as it wasn’t yours.

You moved in a deadly dance with anything that came close to you whether it was a soldier, Attor, or hound. It was rhythmic and sometimes you didn’t even have to think, it was all instinct. You spotted a squad of Peregryn warriors having trouble with Attors about a hundred feet into the air. With a twitch of your wings, you shot up to the sky and showed no mercy to the clawed creatures.

You were catching your breath and preparing to dive down into the fray when you swear you heard someone calling your name. Brows furrowed, you looked toward the Prythian side. You heard it again, it sounded desperate and guttural, and your wings and body felt compelled to follow the direction of the voice. A second later, you see Cassian with his flaring siphons shoot up near you and start flying as fast as he can toward Rhysand.

“What is he doing?” you murmured.

Then, something in the air shifted, something powerful and ominous from over the hill on the Hybern side. You looked back at Cassian’s frantic figure getting smaller in the distance.

Something was wrong and you didn’t like it.

“FALLBACK!” you roared. “FALLBACK!”

The Peregryns and Illyrians who heard immediately withdrew and followed you in the skies. You felt searing heat behind and just before a white light reached you, you thrusted your magic outwards creating a bubble of protection around the Peregryns and Illyrians closest to you. Those with siphons locked their magic into your shield at the same time. The siphon shields and your magic held on just long enough to hurtle you and those under your protection backward into the sky. Once your wings stabilized, you cried out in horror as you saw the ashes of thousands of Illyrians and Peregryns drift to the ground.

You wildly looked around for Callon, your eyes wide with fear as you scanned the disoriented Peregryns and Illyrians. It was Callon who found you, his hands reaching for your shoulders needing to see for himself you hadn’t been killed.

“Find Thesan,” ordered Callon, his voice desperate. “Dawn needs a future, and you are its future. Find Thesan and stick with him… I’ll feel better knowing you’re together.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Callon has never, ever spoken to you in that tone before. He respected your rank and title in the court and Dawn’s royal family. This was the voice of a commander who knew that whatever that blast was, was something you could not beat.

“But what about- “

“We’ll be okay, we’ll integrate with the Illyrians, and Wyla and Bersk can help me manage what's left of our legion,” said Callon. He paused; his eyes begging you to listen to him. “Please.”

With a nod goodbye, you turned around and sent out two sharp whistles. A second later, you heard Thesan’s response toward your left. You winnowed next to him, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. In a similar fashion to Callon, he cradled your face and looked you over for injuries.

“I thought you were gone. The blast-- I thought I lost you,” said Thesan. He was panting from magical exhaustion and his eyes were glistening at the thought of your death.

Your lip trembled before you forced a smile onto your face. “I would be if you didn’t call my name.”

Thesan shook his head. “That wasn’t me… I mean I heard someone scream your name, but I was too busy holding the shields over the foot soldiers.”

“Then who was it?”

Thesan’s eyes flickered toward the shadow that discreetly held onto the shoulder of your armor. It was expertly placed, somewhere you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t looking for it.

“I don’t know,” replied Thesan. “It doesn’t matter now, what’s important is you’re here.”

Thesan filled you in on what was happening, he explained that Spring, Autumn, and human armies had joined in. Hybern was using the Cauldron to target the death gods which was one of the reasons why Thesan wanted you near him. It was strange to be on this side of the battle, the part where the High Lords and their second in command stayed back to delegate and fight only when needed.

Everywhere you looked was filled with chaos and death. Prythian armies were slowly getting overwhelmed and just when things couldn’t get worse, Rhysand sent out a magical warning that Hybern ships were approaching your side. Flying over to where Rhysand and his court were standing on the cliffside, you gathered your power and sent out bursts of poison toward their armada. You could hear the screams of agony and bodies dropping on the decks, but it wasn’t enough. Your power couldn’t reach that far out, and more ships were coming your way. Your magic reserves were always quick to restore but this was a battle, you were never going to have enough. Tapping into everything, you managed to conjure the bronze mist, but it was only enough to cover one ship.

You staggered forward, panting from exertion. Cassian placed a hand on your elbow and pulled you down to sit. “Rest,” he insisted. “You’re going to do more bad than good if you completely deplete yourself.”

You looked at him and saw the same guilt that you felt. You had both survived the blast and there was nothing you could do to change that.

Your gasps for breath were slowly turning into hyperventilating sobs. Until now, the shadow on your shoulder had stayed quiet to avoid detection. It chittered reassuring words but you were too occupied to notice.

“If I don’t do something we’re all going to die sooner or later,” you said bluntly.

Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, and Nesta looked at each other solemnly, they knew you were right. Rhys almost called for Azriel to come back and be here with you, but he couldn’t, he needed Azriel to be within the northern flanks.

Concentrating on refilling your energy, you tried to block out the voices of Night Court and stared at the daunting sea. You had managed to take down fifteen ships, all of them crashing together now that there was no one to steer them. Your poison slowed Hybern but in thirty minutes, you were sure the rest would make their way to shore.

You were feeling completely hopeless until the sounds of horns announced the arrival of thousands of white-feathered Seraphim and countless warships from different nations. Their presence had tipped the scale, and it gave Prythian a fighting chance. With a renewed sense of energy and spirit, you and Thesan fought hard as the battle reached you.

It was interesting to fight amongst white-feathered fae, the Peregryns grinning whenever a Seraphim jumped in to help them. You fought wherever the battle would take you, sometimes next to Thesan or several feet above.

The smell of blood and screams of mercy overtook your senses and it began to get overwhelming again, the chaos never ending. You knew you were going to see Peregryns die, you thought you were prepared but you weren’t. Screaming in horror, you watched Wyla’s limp bloodied body dive toward the earth. She was one of the best warriors you had ever seen and now she was gone.

You don’t think you’ve stopped moving, one hand holding your sword and the other hand shooting magic. You would see a Prythian soldier faltering and either you or Thesan would send your magic to heal whatever it could.

Heal, stab, poison, slash, and heal again. It was a never-ending cycle, and you were beginning to think Hybern may be winning again. As long as Hybern had the Cauldron, you were afraid Prythian would fall. You overheard Feyre and Amren talking about going to the Caudron and you prayed to the Mother they had a plan.

You had just killed an Attor, its head was still in your hand as you watched its body plummet to the ground. A cry came out of your lips when you saw all High Lords had transformed into their monstrous beast forms. You saw an obsidian-winged beast, a golden-winged creature with razor-sharp talons but what made you stagger in the air was Thesan in his gold and white phoenix form. The beast form was the High Lords’ last case scenario, and this only meant one thing.

Prythian was losing.

Even if you were exhausted and bloody, you kept going. You refused to die today. You had dived into the Attor legion, killing swiftly and quickly. A glimmer of blue cobalt shined in the corner of your eye and when you turned to look, a gasp escaped your lips. Fighting alongside the obsidian beast and the white and gold phoenix was Azriel.

What the hel is he doing? Anger boiled within you at the sight of the blue-siphoned Illyrian. He’s not healed yet, he’s going to get hurt.

You noticed he was getting surrounded by Hybern creatures and before you could dive down, you felt claws grab onto your wings. Your eyes went wide as you tried to turn but it was too late, claws had dug into your back and left wing as if it were trying to rip your wing off. A blood-curdling scream erupted, and you flailed trying to get the creature with your sword. An Attor popped up in front of you and just as you tried to hit it with poison, something pierced into your stomach. Before it could fully drive in its dagger, something bright, scorching, and fiery flew close to you.

Then you were falling.

You couldn’t move, you had no control over the only thing that could stop you from falling to your death. Your hands reached out and clawed the air as if there was an invisible rope you could latch onto. Terrified panic was the only thing you felt, like many times before, you were alone and left to your own devices. No one was going to catch you.

All you could see was the blur of your arms and blood-stained wings as you hurtled to the ground.

It won’t be too long now, you thought. The impact will kill me.

There was nothing you could do so you closed your eyes.

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A Million Times Over - Carlos Sainz

You and Carlos had had a wonderful night out with your friends, and you weren't really ready to call it a night. However, all of you had to fly home the next day and it would be better if you didn't get on the plane hungover.

Well, completely hungover.

The pair of you were walking through the dazzling streets of Monaco, back towards your hotel. You could just about see the harbour glittering under the moonlight as a few other stray people wandered about.

It was the most stunning place in the world, and you could see why Charles had such an affinity with the place. Carlos was just excited to get back to the hotel and sleep, on the other hand.

As you excited the bar, he slipped your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. You looked at him and smiled. His hair was ruffled from dancing and his skin shone under the starlight.

Eventually, you made it back to your lavish hotel and collapsed down onto the bed. Carlos noticed that you seemed a bit pale and fatigued. You had felt fine on the way back, but now a unsettled feeling was settled in your stomach.

Concern etched on his face, he wrapped an arm around you as you sat up. "Are you alright, querida?" He asked. You nodded and weakly smiled, leaning into his embrace.

"I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after some sleep," you told him, not wanting to worry him too much. You just felt a little off, so it was nothing to get too worked up about.

Carlos, however, wasn't convinced. He knew when something was off, and he always made it his number one priority to make you feel incredible at all times. When you were off, he was off as well.

He stood and walked to the drawers that had the remainders of your stuff for tomorrow in. He plucked one of his many Ferrari t-shirts from it and threw it at you and it landed in your lap. You lightly smiled at him, slipping your dress off over your head and shimmying the shirt on in its place.

The material was soft and cooling against your skin as you let your hair hang loose and shuffled over to your side of the bed. "You not brushing your teeth?" he asked, leaning against the doorway to the bathroom.

He had taken his shirt off at some point, and the lights behind him made him look absolutely heavenly. The sight alone easily made you feel slightly better and the light thud in your head got a little quieter.

As your stomach knotted itself, your face had discomfort written all over it. "Hey, you sure you're alright?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he approached you.

"Yeah, yeah. It'll pass," you reassured.

"You stay there, I'll get you a water," he said, walking out of the room. You heard the tap running, before it closed off and Carlos re-emerged out of the bathroom. He set the glass down on the bedside table next to you, the crystal liquid sloshing around.

"Thank you," you smiled tenderly, snuggling yourself up in the covers. Carlos slid in next to you, turning the lights off as he went. You faced him as he got comfy, his hand reaching up to your face to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

"Eres bonita," he softly spoke, his eyes flicking over all of the features of your face.

"Tú también," you said back, gazing into those deep brown eyes that made you melt on the spot. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You rested your head against his chest, getting comfortable and ready to sleep.

His hand snaked up the back of your shirt, gently trailing his fingers up and down your spine. You let yourself close your eyes and curl yourself into his embrace, sleep and peace engulfing you.

How long you had been asleep? You didn't know. All you knew what that you had been woken up by an overwhelming wave of nausea that hit you like a ton of bricks.

It took all the effort you had to wriggle out of Carlos' arms, leap out of bed and sprint to the bathroom. You were barely able to flick the light switch on as you hunched over the toilet and emptied out all of the dinner and slight amount of alcohol that you had consumed the night before.

It wasn't long before your hair was pulled out of your face and a soothing hand was caressing up and down your back. "It's OK, you're alright," Carlos cooed at you, hating seeing you like this.

Once you thought you were done, you flushed the contents of your stomach down the drain and rinsed your mouth out with water. The taste of it still lingered on your tongue and your throat felt scratchy and raw.

"Sorry," you said, wiping away the stray tears that were escaping your eyes. You didn't want to cry, but your stomach hurt so badly and everything was painful. "Hey, baby, don't cry," he pouted, tugging you into his embrace.

"You don't have to be sorry for things like this," he reassured you, planting a soft kiss on top of your head. "You can go back to bed if you want, I'm just going to sit here for a bit,"

"No, I'm staying here. I need to make sure you're alright," he said, not even moving a muscle. For a while, you sat there, holding back the tears as your stomach churned.

You felt bad that you were keeping him up while you had a flight tomorrow, and you knew he hated flying while tired. "Are you sure you don't want to-" you started, but you felt something rising up your throat, leaving an agonizing burn in its wake.

Within moments, you were hunched over the toilet bowl again, releasing whatever was left in your stomach. "It's alright, let it all out," It didn't take as long this time, but it hurt more.

You looked up at Carlos through glassy, watery eyes, and he looked extremely concerned. "I know, baby, I know," he softly said, grabbing a face cloth and dampening it.

He tilted your head up with his thumb on your chin and wiped around your mouth. You felt a lot better, and his tenderness was definitely a contributing factor. "You should really go to bed," you whispered, breaking eye contact.

"Querida, I am staying, and that is that," he said authoritatively.

"But I look like a mess and-"

"No, you won't say that again. I don't care what you look like, I just care that you're alright, and I am not leaving you alone until you are. I would do this a million times over with you, and there is nothing you can do about it," he said, and booped you on the nose as he left the flannel in the sink.

"Do you want to go back to bed, or do you want to stay here for a bit?" he asked.

"I think I'll be alright to go to bed now," you said. Without another word, he laced his arms under your legs and hoisted you into his arms, bridal style. You let out a high-pitched squeal as it took you by surprise, causing Carlos to smile.

He loved your smile so much, because it was such a true one. You only smiled properly when you meant it and it was the best sight in the world to him. The way your eyes lit up, the way the little dimples formed on your cheeks. It was pure perfection.

He carefully placed you back down in the bed, prompting you to shimmy back under the covers. He pulled you close, but he didn't hold you too tightly so you wouldn't feel too ill again. Through the darkness, you heard a soft, "I love you," as fingers started running through your hair.

"I love you too," you said back, the scratchiness of your throat making it hard to speak, but it was worth it to tell him how you felt. Once again, you let sleep engulf you, but this time, you weren't awoken by nausea and sickness.

You were woken up by Carlos, trying to drag you out of bed and to the airport, and there was no other way you would have it.

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“The unfortunate side-effect to soul-binding is integration,” Ren explains.

Which, as far as he and everyone else on the server is concerned, makes sense. Soul-binding isn’t new. When they awoke on this plane and looked off into the world, they were well aware of what the thread fading off into the distance meant.

It was an old practice, born with the Old Gods of Ruin, where rituals could be cast to tie beings to one another. It tended to occur towards the end of life as a method of ensuring people may stay together after death. It was sweet. Romantic, some may even say.

But they don’t do it much anymore.

Not because love or faith is dead but because of the side-effects.

Impulse and BDubs noticed it first. Perhaps it was because they found each other first, or because they were so eager to be together that they hardly let one another out of sight, but they were changing. Impulse noticed it in the sprouting horns upon BDubs’ head. BDubs noticed it in the way Impulse has become suddenly protective of the clock.

“Think of it a bit like equilibrium, right?”

Ren’s lounging on he and Big B’s front yard (no matter the fact that said “front yard” is accompanied by an unfinished base). He’s picking off pieces of a cookie he’s been nibbling on, seemingly unaware of the fact that, as a dog, he should not be able to eat chocolate like he currently is.

But he currently is.

And Big B tries his best not to emote such a recognition through his newly-appeared ears. “Like, balancing?”

“For sure,” Ren says. “Two souls tied together, well they don’t want to be. So you get them trying to even out. Tryna become one soul.”

“That seems...”

Bad? Rough? Horrifying? He isn’t sure.

Grian and Scar notice it next.

Maybe it’s because they’ve done this before, even if unknowingly. A man swearing himself to another for the sake of righting a wrong, proclaiming that his life is theirs to share.

Scar’s back has been killing him, not in the usual aching but in the pricking, clawing pains he can’t seem to ease. He can feel his back wet with blood, can feel something tearing from the inside out. He relents and rips off his shirt, asking Grian to take a look and, well...

Feathers. Rainbow feathers growing where two wings would be.

And maybe, Grian realizes as he looks upon his flightless-friend’s down, that explains the green in his eyes and the fact that he’s suddenly become quite fond of the Jellies.

“So is there a cure? Can we undo it?”

Ren snorts, a thoughtless shrug matching it. “Maybe? Maybe not? We might just have to ride it out, man. I doubt it lasts outside of this server, but until we beat the game...”

“We become more and more like each other...”

“Pretty much.”

Cleo sits by the water that feeds their crops when she’s certain Scott’s still sleeping. A insect dances across it, tracing ripples, and she swats it away so the water might still. When it does, she can see the streak of yellow weaving through her hair. It’s gotten bigger. Harder to hide. She tucks it behind her ear anyway.

Inside, Scott’s reflection has become unfamiliar. Antenna sit amongst his hair now, fluffy and twitching with every new sound or movement. With a grumble, he gives it a flick, and hopes Pearl can feel it.

Big B sighs and collapses next to Ren, the sound foreign and loud amongst new ears. “I’m really not tryna turn into a dog, man.”

“Eh, you get used to it. The tail’s fun.”

“I do not want a tail Ren.”

Pearl stares at her reflection in the glass, unfamiliar blue eyes blinking back.

Martyn grimaces as an arrow in his back knocks dead skin loose. He’ll add “learning to stitch” to the list of things this server has asked of him.

“I’m not really sure the green streak suits me,” Etho says, pulling at the addition to his hair.

Joel snorts, owlish red eyes tilting towards Etho. “Right because you’ve got it the worst between us.”

“It’s not my color--”

Tango spins, chasing after the small, golden wings that have appeared on his back. “Can you even fly with these things? They’re so small...”

“Rude!” Jimmy says, but he’s not looking at Tango. He’s squeezing his eyes shut as if he can rub away the red now in them. But when he opens them again, the world is still foreign and changed and-- “How many colors can you see man?”

Big B drums his fingers against a chest, head dipped in careful consideration of the world around him. His ears twitch towards the east and wow Ren can hear far...

“We’re not the only ones,” Big B reports. “Seems like everyone’s woken up changed.”

“Figured. This is gonna be an interesting season.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Nightlife 15

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

The bed jostles next to you. You don’t react. Hickory sleeps beside your pillow, soft, slow breaths rising and falling in his tiny body. You let his presence soothe you.

Lee places his large hand on your back, running it up to grip your shoulder as he leans over to kiss the crown of your head.

“Hey, darlin’,” he purrs, “I’m gonna be here all night.”

You sniffle and keep yourself cocooned in the blanket. He wiggles closer, draping his arm around you, holding you tightly as he breathes into your hair. His warmth radiates over your scalp.

“It’s okay, sweet thing, I got you,” he coos as he squeezes you, “hmm, come on, don’t be like that.”

You close your eyes and heave, “I’m sad.”

“I know, baby,” he coaxes, “but you don’t needa be. You’re grown, you don’t gotta to live by your father’s rules no more. I told you, I got you.”

You try to relax but you can’t force the tension from your body. You just feel knotted up. Your insides ache; from your chest to your stomach. The world feels heavy.

You let him tug free a corner of the blanket. He rolls you gently onto your back as he unwraps you slowly, just a shoulder as he bends to kiss your neck. It tickles and sends a chill through you.

“You got a mama?” He asks, “why isn’t she calling?”

You stay hidden beneath your eyelids. You ball your fists as you lock your arms across your chest. He nuzzles your collar bone as tears sting just beneath the surface.

“She died…”

“I’m sorry, darlin’, I know that pain,” he grabs your wrist, slowly unbending your arm, “well, you got me, ain’t ya? And Hick?”

“Mhmm,” you squeeze your eyes tight as he pulls your other arm straight.

“And you deserve to be treated right,” his voice gristles as his lips brush along the top of your chest, his hand trailing along the hem of your shirt, “you are so precious, you just haven’t been loved the way ya need.”

You shudder as he inches your shirt higher and higher on your stomach. You won’t look. You’re trapped. You’re scared. He’s touching you and he won’t stop. You know you can’t make him.

He guides your arms up and rolls your shirt above your chest. He tugs it past your head, lifting it just a bit to free you before pulling the fabric free entirely. Your teeth chatter as he the bed bounces with him and he settles by your side, bending over to kiss your naked stomach.

His hand crawls up and he gropes you through the flimsy cup of your bra. He hums as his nose tickles you. He squeezes and kneads you, sliding his other hand beneath you. He lays a path of tender kisses along your stomach and hip.

“Ain’t this feel good? I’m being nice, huh?”

You whimper as you let him explore. You try not to make too much noise as you fear disturbing the kitten by your head. You think of how it would be wrong to let the innocent pet see.

Lee’s hand glides down to the top of your pants and he picks the fly apart. You bite down as your nerves and muscles draw taut. He wiggles his hand under your panties and feels along the short curly hair beneath. He delves with a thick finger into your folds and flicks so a startling zing rolls through you.

You gasp and he bites into the flesh along your ribs. He snarls as he rubs you with his fingertip, circling and swirling around your sensitive bud. Your thighs tingle and your breaths come shallow. The sudden wave of hot and cold overwhelms you, mingling in a rising tide from head to toe.

You bend your legs without a thought. You slicken beneath his teasing and he toys with you faster. His hot breath dampens your skin as he brings his head up to nuzzle between your tits. He nips at your rounded flesh, pinching as his finger flicks faster and faster.

You cry out as you cum. You clap your hand over your mouth to hold back the whine and your body quivers as you succumb to his touching. His fingers wet and slip further down, tracing around your entrance, pushing just until you squeak, then retreating.

He smears a wet line up your stomach and draws away to lay flat on his back. Your eyes flutter open and your head lolls as you peek over at him. He pokes his finger into his mouth and sucks it clean, humming at the taste.

“You feel better?” He asks in a husky voice.

You don’t know what to say. You’re embarrassed to admit how good you feel. You nod and he looks over at you and caresses your chin.

“Good,” he smiles and turns his head straight, sighing heavily.

His hand lingers above his belt, fingers twiddling. A restless twitches in his arm. Your eyes wander down, lower, where you shouldn’t look. He cannot hide the bulge in his pants even as he fights to resist it. A strike of guilt runs through you.

He’s been taking care of you, doing all this, and you’ve been pushing him away. You’ve been selfish. You’re so obsessed with school and yourself, but he doesn’t complain, does he? He works hard and gives you so much. But you don’t have anything to give him.

You sit up, slightly dazed. You lift your hand shakily, staring at it before you urge it across the bed and rest it in his lap. He groans as you grip him through the fabric.

“Lee,” you say shyly, staring at his neck, not so bold as to look him in the face, “can I–”

“You know I ain’t want it all til we’re proper and married,” he puts his hand over yours, “but… but you can give me a little lovin’.”

“I know,” you whisper. You weren’t suggesting that. You know you’re not ready to go that far.

“Wanna try something?” He asks as he rubs the back of your hands.

“Okay?” You bat your lashes nervously.

“I’ll tell you what to do, darlin’, can you listen?”

“Yes,” you look him in the eye at last, “what do you want me to do?”

His cheek ticks and his pupils dilate darkly. He pushes himself up on his elbows and hums.

“Undo me,” he demands, his tone shifting from soft and thin to heavy and urgent.

You unbuckle his belt. Clumsy and nervous. It’s not the first time you’ve seen him, you held him before, you’ve even had him in your mouth. The thought sets you alight. You pull apart his belt and fly and he lifts his hips. He helps you roll down his briefs and pants past his hips.

His cock bobs up and he moans as it hits his stomach. He leans on his elbow again.

“Get between…” he points with one hand between his knees.

You obey.

“Bend,” he directs with another jab of his finger.

You bend forward as his eyes fall to your chest. He bites his lip. He growls as he lets his hand rest on his stomach and he rubs it with a drone.

“Put me between your tits, kitten, I wanna feel em,” he orders.

You hesitate. Confused at first by his request. You look down at your cleavage and lean forward. You grab his dick and press the tip to your chest. It slides up your cleavage as your tits push precariously against the cups. He groans as you push your chest up and pull back.

“Like that,” he falls flat again, “just like that.”

You bite your cheek and repeat the motion. Over and over. His voice rises, grunts and groans floating all around. He lifts his head and watches you, clutching the blanket beside him as his throat constricts.

“I’m almost there,” he growls, “almost…”

He spurts up your neck and chin, a few strands spraying onto his shirt. You slow and he grabs your shoulder to stop you as he squirms. You sit up as he puffs and reaches to cradle his sac. You wipe his slimy cum from your neck as you stare dumbly ahead.

“Oh, sweet thing, you are too good,” he rasps and reaches for you.

You lean in and let him bring you down across his stomach. His dick is caught between your bodies, softening little by little as he hugs you with one arm and kisses the top of your head. He rubs your back as you drape yourself over him awkwardly.

“I’m thinking a summer wedding sounds lovely,” he declares.

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ivymarquis · 1 month

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WIP Wednesday

A bit of a character study/me skipping ahead/dynamic fun stuff etc?

This is so far down the line for the price x single!mom verse it's not even funny, but I wanted to write it out and see how I feel about it when we actually get to this point in the fic. John goes a wee bit off the fucking deep end :)

Y'all know the drill! No pressure, feel free to post a snippet of something you're working on.

“You won’t always be around, you know.” Michael has apparently decided he’s not partial to being above ground anymore.

The smoke from John’s cigar coils in him before he exhales slowly. Realistically he knows that Love is a sore spot for him and he’s willing to do anything for her, and yet he’s still caught off guard by the depth of the rage that washes over him in an all consuming fire.

“Would you like to clarify that for me?” Wouldn’t want to go flying off the handle after all if this is simply a misunderstanding.

“You talk a lot of shit for a guy who fucks off the second your phone rings. That clarify things for you? I don’t know what you or the blonde did to fuck with those results, but I know Sam is my fucking kid and I’ll be damned if you twats are going to get in my way.”

As Michael throws down his inane gauntlet, John exhales his now-final drag on the cigar, eyes flicking across his surroundings to gauge who is looking.

The man sure has a knack for picking the worst fucking spot to threaten the family of a man whose job is to work outside the constraints of red tape. They’re just secluded enough that Kate can see them if she looks but no one else can. And Kate certainly won’t give a fuck about what John’s about to do.

Without doubt, John knows that Michael expects to buffalo his way through this conversation and stalk off feeling he’s done something. Because the average citizen cannot do what John is about to- wouldn’t even consider it.

It’s the sheer confidence that John won’t put his hands on Michael that lets him snatch the other man up by his collar and shove him further out of sight from any prying eyes.

He opens his mouth to protest John’s grip on him, the perfect opportunity for him to shove the smoldering end of his cigar into the man’s mouth.

John has just enough impulse control to not extinguish the damn thing on the back of his throat, settling for the knowledge that the flurry of movement has knocked the ash loose into the other man’s throat.

“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page before we have this little talk,” John snarls. “I can be on the other side of the world and it doesn’t fucking matter, am I clear? If I catch wind of you sniffing around when you think I’m distracted, you’re going to find out exactly what I am capable of for a guy who fucks off the second his phone rings.”

John pulls out the cigar and shoves the other man away from him. “If we have to have this conversation again, I’ll be shoving the barrel of my service weapon in your mouth next and painting the fucking walls, understood? There will be a point where I decide you’re more hassle alive than dead.”

He’s not mollified in the slightest by the way Michael’s legs shake and he suddenly can’t look John in the eye- all the bravado sucked out of him with the realization that John is not beholden to the same rules he is.

“You’re fucking insane,” he sputters, hunching over and trying to cough up the ash.

“If you’ve got any sense to you, you’ll stay off my shit list.” John advises before tossing the remains of the cigar in the bin.

“Now if you’ll excuse me- I’m taking the missus and the rugrat out for lunch.”

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weemsfreak · 11 months

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Bestie, I need fluff. I need a fluffy one shot so bad. I’m a cuddly ass mf who like forehead kisses and feel like I could cry.

Can you write a fluffy comfort one shot please?

I am the fluffiest and I LOVE fluff, therefore I should produce it. Thank you for the request, I hope this is to your expectations!! ~ 1900 words

My Little Snowdrop

You returned to Nevermore in the afternoon on a beautiful sunny day. You had been gone on a work trip for a week, and you missed your girlfriend so much. You and her had only been together for a couple months, so being away from each other was hard, as you longed to be with her everyday.

You wanted to surprise her with your return, so you decided to climb up the school wall onto her balcony and barge into her office when she wasn't expecting you. You used your ability to turn invisible so she wouldn't catch you, and you climbed up the wall. As you looked through the doors into her office, you were blinded by your own personal sunshine. She was indeed no match for the sun that was shining today, no. She was your light when you couldn't find your way, the star that you followed relentlessly, your sun when there was only darkness, and your love when you needed it most. She was ethereal, she was angelic, and she was yours. As you admired her side profile and the way her gorgeous hands fidgeted with her pen when she was angry, you were snapped out of your daydreaming by a raised voice. "Your pranks are dangerous and your attitude is ugly Mr. Becker, detention tomorrow, 4pm" your girlfriend said sternly. You watched as the boy scoffed and tried to come up with something to say back. He rolled his eyes, "Whatever Weems, you're the ugly one" he spat as he turned and ran to the door, slamming it behind him. You almost laughed at his comment, he really couldn't have come up with something better than that? As you looked back at your girlfriend, you watched her elbows come up to her desk and her head fall into her hands. You knew she was tired, and you knew the kids were mean sometimes, but it was never personal. You had the urge to fly through the door and capture her in your arms, to hold her and kiss her until she forced you to let go. Alas you refrained, as you had a better idea.

You ventured to the flower shop and bought her a bouquet of snowdrop flowers, ones you had never bought her before. Next, you bought her favourite red wine, and then you ordered take out, her favourite Italian meal. You knew that she would be in the dining hall to supervise the students, so you ran back to Nevermore as fast as you could. You broke into her office (which was alarmingly quite easy) and placed the flowers on her desk. You took the food and wine out onto the balcony, as that was where you would wait for her. She didn't know you were back yet as she hadn't texted you much all day, she was too busy. You sat on the balcony as you waited patiently for her to return to her office. Your ability was coming in handy today, you thought. As it started to get dark, the inside of her office was becoming hard to see. Suddenly, a lamp flicked on, and she was standing at her desk. You watched her as she walked over to the flowers and caressed them gently, leaning down to smell them. She picked up the card and her eyes scanned the words you had written.

My love,

Just like these snowdrops, a garden is not complete without you. The beauty you hold inside and out is no match for anyone else. I wish you hope and the ability to overcome all challenges. I pray that our new beginning will lead to a great end. I will forever be by your side.

Xoxo, your darling.

She smiled big, her pearly whites shining in the dark as she brought a hand up to her chest. You laughed as you could see in her eyes how much joy such a simple gesture brought her. She was truly an angel too pure for this world and she deserved to be treated like one. She placed the card back down as you watched her almost run to your quarters, probably looking for you. You felt bad that you wouldn't be there to greet her, but you wanted to surprise her. A few minutes later she came back to her office, taking her coat off and plopping down in her chair. She reached for the flowers and brought them closer to her, admiring them. You stood up and became visible once again, you figured you wouldn't keep her waiting. You turned the door handle and flung it open, taking two big strides towards her. "My beautiful baby" you beamed as you wrapped your arms around her forcefully, almost knocking her and her chair over. She flinched, "Oh darling, you scared me" she chuckled, returning the hug. "I missed you so much" you said desperately, placing a kiss to her cheek. You watched as a blush overtook her face, and she turned to gaze into your eyes. "I missed you too" she whispered, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. She gave you a soft kiss on the lips, but before you knew it, she pulled away. That wasn't enough for you. You grabbed her cute face in your hands and you squished her cheeks. "You are so fucking precious" you said loudly. Her eyebrows raised in surprise at your tone, and she giggled. "Oh my god" you said suddenly, reverting to the most serious expression you could make. Her smile dropped, "What?" she mumbled concerned, as you were still squishing her face. Your smile returned as you giggled and brought your lips to hers again. "Did-anyone-ever-tell-you-how-fucking-beautiful-you-are?" you said, kissing her cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, and then lips in between each word. She laughed out loud at your antics and buried her head in your shoulder, giggling a quiet "no." You pulled her chair away from her desk, sat in her lap, and pulled her tighter to you, placing a kiss in her hair. She looked up at you, eyes searching for yours, "Thank you for the flowers, they're lovely" she smiled. You buried your face in her neck, kissing her lightly. "Lovely flowers for a lovely woman" you mumbled. After you two sat together for a few minutes, Larissa scooted closer to her desk and started typing away on her laptop. You opened your eyes and sat up, blocking her from reaching her computer. "What are you doing?" you asked sarcastically. "Working" the woman chuckled, trying to move you out of the way. "Hell no" you said, not letting her get past you. A devilish look appeared on Larissa's face and you froze. "If you don't move, I'm going to have to tickle you" she said, bringing her hands up to your stomach. "No, NO!" you screamed, but it was too late. Before you knew it you were thrashing in her lap, laughing so hard your stomach hurt. You eventually wiggled out of her grip and landed on the floor. She looked down, nervous she had hurt you, "Oh shit, I'm sorry darling." You tried to compose yourself from laughing so hard and you stood, retrieving the food and wine from the balcony. You held them up to her and smiled, "It's supper time, Riss."

You both sat and ate your food on the couch after you convinced Larissa to quit work for the night. To your surprise, she didn't put up much of a fight. You opened the wine and poured her a glass. "You always spoil me darling, thank you" she winked. You blushed, "Anytime Riss" you purred. When you were done with your food, you asked her how her week was. "The students are testing me" she huffed. "It has been trying, to say the least." You frowned, you had witnessed it today, but you thought you'd let her vent if she wanted to. "What do you mean Riss?" She went on about Wednesday's impossible actions before bringing up a troubled boy. "And one student today told me that I'm- you know what, it's stupid" she quietly said, looking down at the couch and twirling her glass in her hands. You put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to look at you, "No it's not baby, what did he say?" She sighed, "He said that I was ugly" she chuckled sadly. Despite you both knowing that he didn't mean it, it still hurt when people said rude things. Your jaw dropped and, pretending you didn’t witness the interaction earlier today, you acted angry. Really, you were angry. Why would anyone say things like that about Larissa? You knew her past and you knew that stupid comments like that hurt more than they should. You figured that a little joking around might cheer her up, so you stood.

"I'll fight him for you. I'll tape his mouth shut and shove him in a locker, and forget the combination" you growled, widening your eyes and nodding at her in confirmation. Before she could respond you continued. "That's it, I'm doing it. Once you put out a hit you can't undo it!" The woman started laughing as she watched you pace in front of the fireplace. "What's his name? I'll see to it that if I ever lay eyes on him, I'll make him feel so ugly that he'll wish he was never born." Larissa's mouth dropped open as she laughed loudly, covering her face with her hands. You stopped in front of Larissa, "He probably already wishes that" you mumbled. Larissa took her hands away from her face, trying to spit words out between breaths. "Love, you can't fight a student" she chuckled. "Yes I can, I don't work here" you said, kneeling on the couch beside her. "I can fight, here I'll show you" you giggled, knocking her onto her back and putting all your weight on top of her. You grabbed her face again, kissing her all over. You made a dramatic "Mwah" sound when you pressed a big last kiss to her nose. You smiled wide as you watched her giggle underneath you, her eyes glistening from laughing so much. She grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you down into a passionate kiss, which you happily melted into. You stroked her cheek and gazed into her big blue eyes, you wanted to make sure she was listening to your next words. "Larissa, you shouldn't listen to what people say about you, but I want you to listen to this. You are the most breathtakingly beautiful person that I've ever laid my eyes on, inside and out. You are my angel, and I am so incredibly grateful to even have the chance to know you, let alone be with you." Larissa pouted her bottom lip as you saw tears well up in her eyes. You brought your lips to her cheeks when they fell, kissing them away. Even though you and Larissa knew that you loved each other, you had never had the guts to say it, not until now. You slowly ran your fingers through her soft white hair and pressed your forehead to hers. You let yourself get lost in her pools of ocean blue as you whispered to her "I love you, my little snowdrop."

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