#how much of his mind is resigned to doing whatever needs to be done to exact revenge regardless of harm to himself

[peachyjinx]

On the Edge- Chapter 5: Tease

Word count: 3.9K

Summary: You can't give in to Loki so easily, so you decide to put up a fight...just a little.

Warnings: Rough sex, hair pulling, Dom!Loki

You stared at the floor numbers on the wall of the elevator and tried to calm yourself down and assess the situation. You were the horniest you’d ever been in your life, and Loki wants you, but has cursed you to prevent you from orgasming. 

You felt the anger rise again as you pressed the button to your floor. You weren’t going to give in to him, no matter how much you wanted it. Not yet, at least.

But whatever your next move was in this game, you needed time. Patience. How are you going to make any decisions now, your brain swirling with anger and desire? 

As you angrily barged into your living quarters, you decided that in order to prevent making any bad decisions, you needed to get away. Away from the team, away from the tower, away from Loki.

You threw a bunch of things into an overnight bag and booked a cute boutique hotel in the Village on your phone. Walking defiantly out of the entrance to the tower, you felt resigned strength in your stubbornness.

You’re going to make him beg.

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Day 25

Loki’s face, that arrogant smile that you loved and hated, was in your mind as soon as you woke up. You blinked a couple of times, remembering that you were in a hotel room you hastily booked to get away from the chaos that Loki had started. 

You checked your phone, but no texts from him. Of course he thinks you’re going to come crawling back to him and beg him to fuck you. But he wants you just as much as you do, so you have leverage here.

You’ll avoid him and fight him as long as you can, and then the two of you are going to fuck like crazy. You feel the wetness between your thighs at the idea of finally being released- but how much longer could you hold out? A day? A week?

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You knew as soon as you entered the tower, Loki would be all over you. And of course you were right- as the elevator opened on your floor, there he was. Loki stood there casually, in a tight black henley and black slacks. His outfit was tailored perfectly as always, accenting his V shape and tightened around his strong biceps. His chest looked even better today, the fabric outlining his pecs. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself not to leap at him and beg him to take you right there in the hall. 

“Are you still angry with me?,” he asked casually as you walked out of the elevator. Your eyes narrowed at him as he looked down at you with a devilish grin and hands confidently in his pockets. 

You paused and smiled, feeling your confidence combine with the heady feeling of lust. You just need to tease him a little. Show him what he’s done to you. Show him how frustrated he’s made you.

“On no Loki, quite the opposite. I've realized I have to give in. I want nothing more in this world than one night with you,” you cooed back at him.

You sauntered up to Loki as you dropped your bag, your hands reaching out to his strong shoulders, gently pushing him up to the wall. A low chuckle rumbled through Loki’s throat as he firmly wrapped his arm around your waist. 

You leaned in, kissing him gently, and you felt the heat in your body rise. Concentrate, don’t mess this up. Loki pushed his tongue into your mouth while his hands pulled your backside, pulling your hips against his. You could feel his hard cock through his pants, already needy for your touch. A soft caress of your palm on his crotch made his hips buck against you while he softly grunted.

Carefully, you unzipped his pants, reaching in for what you so desperately wanted. Loki moaned into your mouth and you pushed yourself against him harder while the urgency of your kisses increased. You felt the soft skin of his large, warm cock, and relief spread over you. He felt so good in your hand. 

While you slowly pumped his shaft, a low groan emitted from his chest as his hand splayed on your back to pull you tight against him. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand, making  your juices pool in your panties as you stroked him. 

You broke the kiss, and Loki leaned his head back against the wall, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together in pleasure. He looked so beautiful, consumed by his desire as a pink flush crept on his cheeks and a satisfied smile spread across his perfect lips. Precum seeped onto your fingers, and you tried to not get lost in the intoxication of the moment. He’s so needy for you. And you are for him. 

But that’s not what this is about. You need to make him beg for you. 

You slowly dragged the tip of your nose against his neck, trying not to get derailed by the eroticism of his quiet panting. Gently sucking on his ear, you whined, causing him to forcefully thrust his hips forward with a grunt. You felt yourself clench in response, and decided you needed to stop before you finished him right here in the hallway.

“You think you’re the only one who can play games? You started this Laufeyson,” you whispered in a warning tone.  You leaned back to shoot a daring look into Loki’s now open eyes, hazy from lust, that narrowed while he tried to figure out what was happening. 

You brought a finger up to your lips, and slowly licked his pre cum with a satisfied sigh. It was delicious-  sweet, salty, and so him- you could finish the job now, sucking the cum out of his desperate cock and you would be so happy. But you couldn’t let him know that. He watched silently, as he sucked in sharp breath at the sight of you licking his seed. 

You held your head up high as you quickly removed your hand from his throbbing length. You turned around and picked up your bag while you walked away, acting your ass off trying to be casual and leaving the horny god leaning against the wall with his passion not sated. 

You pulled out your phone and dialed Steve, turning to smile and wink at Loki, his face in shock and disbelief with his flushed cock poking out of his tight pants.

“Hey Steve, want to do lunch?,” you asked as loud as you could before you turned the corner.  

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Day 26

Since yesterday afternoon’s hallway incident, you’d done a great job avoiding Loki. You had sequestered yourself in Wanda’s room, had a movie night, and crashed on her couch. She even put a silencing spell on her room in case Loki came knocking, so you wouldn’t be able to hear him. 

It had been three days since he told you about his curse. And you knew that he had planned on fucking you as soon as you found out, that he had assumed you would immediately cave in. But instead, you fondled his cock in the hallway, and left him high and dry.

You’re sure he’s probably pissed at you now, and that thought made you smile. It felt great to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

But you had realized in the last twenty four hours that you couldn’t last much longer without fucking Loki. You had three weeks of pent up frustration and edging. And when you had finally got a chance to make out with him and jerk him off, it had been the absolute hottest moments in your life. Your sex addled mind had made it nearly impossible to have a conversation, as your mind drifted to holding Loki’s achingly hard erection in your hand. It was so thick and heavy, desperate to be inside of you. Flashes of this memory and thoughts of every which way you wanted him to fuck you now consumed you, and the anticipation made your body thrum with desire. 

“I said, did you hear me?,” Wanda’s voice interrupted your thoughts again as you brushed your hair. 

“I…uh…,” you stammered, feeling guilty for not listening to Wanda. She smirked with her hands on her hips, and tossed you your bag.

“Just go and fuck him already, I’d like to have a full conversation with you at some point,” Wanda joked sarcastically while you gathered your things. 

“I know! But I needed to tease him, just so he knows what it feels like,” you nodded confidently, throwing your bag over your shoulder. 

“Ok, go get fucked,” she smiled, slightly annoyed, as she hastily escorted you to her door. 

“Thanks for the “protection”,” you chirped as she rolled her eyes and closed the door behind you. 

Now it was time to face the music. To tell him off, and try your damndest to make him apologize or beg or something. Anything that could show him that it was not okay to curse you like he did,  even though a part of you found his incredibly dominating actions arousing. 

You knew as soon as you emerged from your cocoon of Wanda’s protection, Loki would be on you. 

You headed to the common room with the large windows that overlooked the city. It was your favorite room in the building, as it wasn’t used much even though the view was amazing. You assumed it being vacant had something to do with the lack of a kitchen and coffee machine. Or maybe it was the fact that it was across the hall from Loki’s room.

You made yourself comfortable on the couch with your phone, waiting for Loki to come to you. It only took two minutes. Had he set up some kind of spell to alert him when you’d be out of Wanda’s room?

“You are really trying my patience, pet,” Loki spoke in a dark tone as he entered the common room. He was in his training gear, forest green leather covering his body. 

“Did you just come from training?,” you teased him, trying to hide the arousal in your voice. He always looked so good in his tight leathers. His hair was a little messy, wild, the black curls falling around his face. You could see by the flush on his cheeks that he had been intensely sparring. Maybe getting his anger out. You felt more warmth in your core, and you squirmed in your seat in anticipation.

“I do not appreciate being toyed with,” he admonished you as he surveyed the room, walking towards you with slow, deliberate steps. 

“Well now you know two can play at that game! I don’t want to see you Loki, I’m still mad,” your voice unconvincing as you looked back at your phone.

He stood above you and took your phone out of your hand, tossing it onto a chair across the room. The air was thick with electricity, erotic anticipation from both of you filling the room.  

“You will look at me when I’m speaking with you,” he warned. You could see him closer now- his hair was a little wet with sweat, his jaw tensing. You had definitely gotten under his skin, and you felt a surge of confidence.

“Loki, I thought something was seriously wrong with me!,” you nearly yelled at him. You could feel heat rising in your cheeks, and you weren’t sure if it was your outrage or arousal. 

His smile dropped, and for a moment he looked concerned. You felt your heart skip a beat. 

“Well my intention was not to worry you that badly. For that, I am sorry,” he stepped closer to you, reaching out to pull you up off the couch.

“Yeah, well you have a lot to learn about human women if you thought that was okay,” you took his hand, letting him pull you close while you rolled your eyes. You weren’t going to be able to keep up this resistance up much longer. You could smell him now, and feel his breath on your face, the closeness making you feel lightheaded. 

“How about I make it up to you”, Loki huskily replied, dropping all pretense as he gently caressed your cheek. This was him, guard down. 

You took a deep breath and stepped back from him defiantly, crossing your arms, “Beg.” 

Loki scoffed, “You are joking,” his eyes narrowed at you while a wry smile appeared. 

“No I’m not. You did all of this thinking I’d come crawling to you, begging, but I think you should beg for me,” you tried to maintain your wilful stance, but your voice was shaky. You could hear your heartbeat loudly in your ears, your blood pumping a mile a minute, the intensity of the interaction nearly overwhelming.  

“Absolutely not. I have never had to beg, nor will I ever,” he closed the gap between the two of you with one long stride. 

You felt your resolve shaking. His dominant side was what you really craved, what you really needed. 

“I like a challenge, a forceful partner...but only in the beginning. And right now you will submit to me, my little Pet”, he sneered as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You suddenly felt Loki sweep your leg, throwing you off balance, and your back hit the floor with a soft thud.

Loki’s body was on top of yours before you knew what happened, his hand bracing your head in the fall. His mouth was on yours, forcefully kissing you, and you kissed him back with wild abandon. Tongues intertwined and teeth clicked as the two of you fiercely kissed each other in a fight over dominance, and your mind blanked as your passion took over your body. 

Loki roughly groped at your body, your ass, your thighs, your breasts.  He was feral and just as wound up as you, desperate to touch you, to feel your body against his. Your legs wrapped around his hips and he thrusted, making you both moan together in unison. 

Your hands combed through his hair, feeling the soft, dampened curls entwine with your fingers. The smell of leather and Loki enveloped your senses. He was invading every part of you, and you loved it. 

You heard a growl emanate from his chest as you felt cool air around your skin. You suddenly realized you were naked against his fully clothed body. His hard cock pushed up against your core, his tight leather pants being his only barrier to being inside you. Your hips bucked up into his, and you whined, your desperation finally bubbling over.

“You are so stubborn, and I’m going to fuck that out of you,” Loki snarled as his hand squeezed your breast, making you squeal. 

“You want me, crave me, and need this cock as if it were to save your life! Don’t you?!,” he demanded as he bit into your neck possessively, intending to leave a mark. A gasp escaped your lips, as the exquisite pain melted with your pleasure. Your body felt like it was on fire, despite the fact that you were entirely naked. 

All of your resistance was gone, all you wanted now was Loki.

“I do-,” you whined, not caring about how true it was anymore, as long as he gave you what you urgently craved. 

“Say it! Tell me you need itI!,” Loki ordered roughly, his hands reaching to your aching cunt, playing with your folds and feeling the slick that coated you. You were already soaking and needy for him, weeks of desperation dripping from your cunt onto your thighs.

“I need your cock, Loki! PLEASE!,” you cried as he bit down on the soft skin below your ear and thrust his restrained member on your wet core while you writhed under him, your arousal coating his leather pants.

You heard Loki’s dark chuckle as his breath hit your ear and sent a chill down your spine. In a moment, you felt the world around you spinning as Loki flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his. In one movement, he unzipped and fiercely thrust his cock inside you, pushing himself deep into you with all of his strength while he wantonly groaned. You choked out a breathy cry, the sharp pain and pleasure of his large cock filling you so roughly that you felt dizzy.

You propped yourself onto your hands, pushing back as hard as you could, savoring the feeling of him buried inside of you. His size stretched you in ways you had never been, the pressure of his cock stuffing you was almost too much.  

Loki groaned as he began bucking into you, not giving you time to adjust to his size, his large hands gripping your hips in place while he fucked you harsh and fast. His leather clad hips slapped loudly against your ass, the sound echoing against the marble floors. 

“Oh Pet, your cunt is perfect, just as I thought it would be…,” he said through loud pants. Your body shuddered at his praise, as your walls fluttered around his throbbing cock. 

You grabbed for anything to hold onto while he rutted into you like an animal, your fingers digging into the rug below you. Your body bounced with the force of his thrusts, and you could feel the coil tightening in your core already.  Loud moans and cries spilled out of your mouth as he mercilessly fucked you with abandon. Your body was flooded with electric heat as he conquered you like he had once nearly conquered the city.

Loki leaned over you, his hair grazing your back, and you could hear his heavy pants and grunts as he fucked you hard, taking his pleasure like he knew you wanted. You felt a harsh slap on your ass, which made you cry out while you felt yourself tighten around his thick cock. 

“That’s for being a brat and fighting me! You knew you wouldn’t win!,” Loki spat as he continued to wildly thrust into you, hitting that perfect spot deep inside. He was assaulting, ruthless, and you absolutely loved it. You were an absolute mess, you could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as he repeatedly slammed his hot length into you.

 You felt strong hands wrap into your hair, pulling your head back as Loki continued to ride you. The stretch in your neck was painful yet deeply arousing as your sinful need mixed in your veins. 

“You thought that driving me mad would mean I would be gentle on you?! You have to earn that, pet. You’ll be lucky if I let you come!,” his rough voice chastised you in between loud grunts while his large hand palmed your breast, tweaking your nipple. 

You felt the tension inside as your orgasm built, there was no way he could prevent this. The pain on your scalp combined with his ruthlessness sent you over the edge, making you cry out as your world shattered in ecstasy. Your eyes tightly held shut, blinding white against black. You screamed as you came around him, your body thrashing under his weight as he rode you hard. 

Loki deeply groaned as he felt your walls tighten around him as you came, his hips not slowing while his fingers dug further into the flesh of your hips. You felt tears welling in your eyes as his swollen cock relentlessly pounded into you, the overstimulation too much. You felt your elbows weakening as your body struggled to stay upright against Loki’s brutal pace. 

“Loki… oh..too—,” you choked out, barely able to speak.  He didn’t slow down, he continued rutting into you like an animal chasing his own release. 

“What’s that, too much? I’ve only just begun, and you will thank me when I empty myself into your tight cunt,” he grunted into your ear while he tightened his grip in your hair. 

You could feel the pressure building again as he slapped your ass again, groping it afterwards. You were a mess, unable to say anything other than strangled noises while your body jostled under his. 

“That’s it, pet- you’ll take what I give you,” Loki demanded in between grunts and moans, while his large cock assaulted your inner walls.

You craned your neck to look at him, only to see his sinful face screwed into intense pleasure, his desperation apparent as his hair framed his face in messy curls around his closed eyes. He looked so powerful and vulnerable at the same time, and you felt your cunt clench around him. The sight of Loki brutally fucking you as you had always wanted was almost too much. His hand moved to your swollen clit, gently massaging it. 

“Say my name, Pet,” Loki growled, his eyes opening and glaring into yours with passion and ferocity as his jaw clenched and nostrils flared. The fire in your abdomen climaxed again as Loki’s cock forced you towards the precipice of ecstacy. 

“Loki!!,” you raggedly screamed, your voice hoarse from crying out. Your eyes screwed shut as your body twitched from yet another intense orgasm. Your thighs trembled as you tried to keep yourself in position while Loki’s unrelenting tempo began to slow.

Curses in another language began spilling out of Loki as his pace faltered, his hands like iron vices on your hips and hair as his grip tightened while he desperately chased his climax.

With a guttural shout, Loki came, pushing himself as deep as he could as he spilled into you. He continued to slowly pump his cock, his cum flooding inside of you while he breathed heavily and roughly moved your head to kiss you messily. 

The two of you moaned when you returned the kiss, trying to convey all of your appreciation as you drowned in your pleasure. Loki loosened his grip on your hair and hips as the two of you slowly came down from your high. He began caressing your back lightly with his fingers, pressing soft kisses down your spine, and you felt yourself whimpering quietly.

Your eyes slowly opened as you fell back to reality and he pulled himself out. With his guidance, you shakily sat down, and he pulled a blanket off the couch and wrapped it around you. The soft blanket clung to your sweat soaked skin, and the intended comfort made you feel even warmer inside. 

Loki sat on the floor next to you, your backs against the couch as he pulled you up close to him, planting a kiss on your head while his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, quietly catching your breath and enjoying the afterglow. As you sat there, breathless and sore, a hazy peacefulness settled over you. 

You looked up at him, and felt a smile spread across your face. He was so painfully sexy as he pulled his hair back behind his ears while his leather clad chest heaved as he caught his breath. His sharp features were glistening with sweat and his eyes were glazed over, beautifully disheveled. 

“That was…..,” you couldn’t find the words, still dazed from the high of your erotic coupling. 

“Yes it was,” he finished your thought.  Loki looked at you, his fiery gaze from earlier was now blissful and placid as he gently smiled at you.  

“Now we need to give your body some recuperation time. But I’m not finished with you,” he gently squeezed your arm. 

“Promise?,” you asked, hopeful that this was just the beginning. 

You felt his strong arms wrap around you, and before you knew it, he had lifted you up as he stood, holding you bridal style like you weighed nothing. You yelped and he walked gracefully towards his room. 

“Promise,” he winked at you as a wicked smile played at the corner of his lips. 

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[lazycranberrydoodles]

getting back into the untamed and i had a thought. / follow for more yllz babygirlism

#i saw someone a while ago talking about how wwx always has good intentions…. #his personal road to hell was paved with good intentions yes but i’m not sure where making a guy eat his own legs fits #it is so funny to me how the tiger tally/yin iron influences wei wuxian differently in each adaptation #i remember making a sliding scale of how ‘culpable’ wwx is from adaptation to adaptation #based on how they portray the mental effects of the iron #but for the life of me i cannot find it :( #wwx really said ‘if i had a cursed amulet i simply wouldnt be corrupted🙄🙄’ #that’s basically what he tells lan zhan in this episode…. if necromancy was having ill effects i would notice #and you know. at this point he is lying about everything. but i do wonder how much he actually believes that 👁️👁️ #how much of his mind is resigned to doing whatever needs to be done to exact revenge regardless of harm to himself #and how much genuinely believes that he’s smart and competent enough to make it through whole #the answer of course is BOTH!! bisexual pride #mdzs #art #mdzs spoilers #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic arts #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #my art #the grandmaster of diabolism #cql #the untamed #魔道祖师 #陈情令 #mdzs meme #doodle #lmao

[cuubism]

i went to physical therapy for my stupid broken arm so as is my legal obligation i HAD to make ship content about it. everything is ship content that's how it is

cw injury, referenced abusive relationships

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Hob's had plenty of clients come to physical therapy who clearly don't want to be there. Plenty of others who are reasonably frustrated by the work and time involved in regaining functioning after an injury. But this is the first time he's just had someone be... quiet. Resigned.

Dream sits with his hand cradled to his chest, barely speaking, only answering when Hob asks a direct question. He's reluctant to give Hob his hand when Hob asks if he can look at it, like he thinks Hob's grip is a bear trap that will snap down and crush the bones like whatever had done so the first time. Hob still doesn't know what that was. All he knows is the bones have been realigned and healed over but the dexterity in his hand still isn't right. That was what Dream had said, in the first spark of passion Hob had heard from him. It's not right.

But he does eventually give his hand over. His bones are so fine and delicate, and each movement hesitant. Cautious. Hob tests the flexibility. The strength. Dream is right, it's not where it should be. He still doesn't know what happened.

"I won't make you tell me if you really don't want to," Hob says gently. "But it is important to know how it happened to make sure we rehab it the right way. Did you get it caught in something? I've seen guys come in with machine injuries like that."

Nothing about Dream suggests "person who works with heavy machinery." But who knows. Hob will try not to stereotype.

"No," Dream says quietly, looking down and away from his hand like he can't bear to see it. "I. I am an artist. My ex... he felt that I cared more about my art than about him. Perhaps I did. And he was... frustrated. I suppose."

Hob can put the rest of the pieces together in his mind. "Jesus," he breathes, and Dream flinches.

"I have an unfortunate ability to involve myself with such people," he says.

"No, it's not your fault," Hob says automatically.

Dream narrows his eyes. "You presume to know that?"

Hob raises his hands in surrender. "Never mind. I won't pry." He's not Dream's therapist. His job is to help him with his hand, not... whatever else is going on in his life.

He takes Dream's hand carefully between both of his own again. Presses down lightly on his knuckles. "So. Crushed. Like that?"

Dream nods. Hob still doesn't know all the details, but he's imagining a boot going down hard on the top of Dream's hand. The thought is sickening.

"Can you fix it?" Dream asks, like he doesn't dare to hope.

"Well, you already had it repaired surgically, yeah?" Hob says. This strikes him as a bit of good luck--hand fractures are not simple--but he doesn't want to undercut Dream's confidence even further by saying so. He's usually pretty good at reading his clients, and he's already sensing that Dream is holding onto his determination to be here at all by the barest thread. Best to build him up as much as possible. "So it's just a matter of strengthening the muscles again."

He's fairly confident he can get him back to a usual level of functioning with it. The question is whether he can return him to the specific level of dexterity he needs for his art. He doesn't say that. Not yet.

Finally, he gets the tiniest of smiles out of Dream. He's really lovely when he smiles.

(He's pretty when he doesn't smile, too. Hob would have to be blind not to notice it.)

"So," Hob says. "Let's look at the current range of motion, yeah?"

Dream tilts his head. "Did you not already do so?"

"For regular motion, yeah. But I want to see where it's impacting your drawing."

Dream draws his hand back, looking uncertain.

"Come on." Hob hands him a pen and paper. "Show me. I promise I know nothing about art. If it's not up to your usual standards, I'm not going to be able to tell."

Finally, Dream takes the pen, and starts sketching.

Hob watches, noting the way his hand trembles, his uneven grip on the pen. Notes how quickly he gets demoralized when it doesn't turn out the way he wants. Hob can make out what he's written and drawn, but it's clear from Dream's expression that it's far from how it's supposed to be.

"This is just a starting point," Hob reminds him. He has a feeling he's going to be doing a lot of those sorts of reminders with Dream; he does not seem to find optimism easy.

Then again, if someone who supposedly loved him had hurt him like that, Hob would probably find optimism a bit difficult, too.

Finally, Dream drops the pen, clearly frustrated. "I have tried to paint at home, too. It has not turned out any better. You should throw those away." He gestures to the sketches. "They are terrible."

"Nah, I'm gonna keep them," Hob says, and puts them in his folder. "For comparison later." It could also partially be because he finds Dream's drawings of cats, imperfect as they are, charming. Sue him.

"As you insist," Dream says.

Hob gives him documentation on some other exercises he can do at home. Tries to think through what might make him feel better with his art. It feels, somehow, so important to make him feel better.

"At home, go easy on trying to use a pen, or paintbrush or whatever, it's hard on your hand," he finally says. "But you probably want to get back to your art, so-- okay, don't make fun of me if this is stupid."

Dream just raises an eyebrow, waiting.

Maybe Hob should try to learn more about art before he gives advice. Nevertheless, he forges on. "Holding a pen is tough, but if you wanted to like, finger paint or something? That would probably be fine. Might be good for flexibility, even."

"Finger paint," Dream repeats, enunciating each word.

"I told you not to make fun of me if it was stupid."

Dream smiles, just a small thing, like he finds Hob ridiculous but in a charming way. Good enough, Hob figures.

"Very well," Dream says at last. "I will take your advice."

Dream simply walking out had felt like a distinct possibility, so Hob will take this as a win.

"Hey," he says later, catching Dream for a moment as he's checking him out. "It's going to get better, yeah? Trust me. Don't worry too hard, just give it time."

He really shouldn't make promises like that. But he can't seem to help it, with Dream.

Dream considers, then says. "I do trust you."

Hob finds that it means a lot. Now he's just going to have to earn it.

#i really am writing the most random indulgent shit this week XD #you know this was a missed opportunity to do 'forbidden romance between a physical therapist and a ballerina' like that ridiculous romance #novel that was going around XD #anyway don't take physical therapy advice from this #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #my writing #cw abuse #long post #perhaps i'll write more after my next appointment XD #physical therapy fic

[smokersbaby]

How OP's men would react when you call their pecs "boobies"

Characters: Crocodile, Smoker, Katakuri, Zoro Tw: just fluff and other silly things Notes: I finally finished this short drabble or whatever it's called. I hope you all enjoy some boobies from our favourites OP's men (I can think about doing more on request)

Crocodile

You found yourself poking his chest for no particular reason, Crocodile was sitting in front of you smoking one of his cigars and reading the newspaper. He wasn't really ignoring you, just minding his business. But you wanted his attention so you started bothering him with pats and light touches until you started tapping his chest over his shirt.

"Are you done?" he asked after a couple of minutes, his eyes not leaving the paper he held in his right hand. "Not until you pay attention to me" you answered in a cocky but sweet tone.

Crocodile put his newspaper on the table in front of him and glanced at you, obviously a bit bothered by your behaviour. "What now?", his voice sounded annoyed, you smiled as if you didn't care. "Oh nothing really, I'm bored but at least your boobies keep me company" you answered bluntly still poking his chest.

Crocodile sighed, he seemed unimpressed by how you called his pecs "boobies", but if that made you happy he wasn't going to stop you from touching them. A hint of a smile on his face appeared on his face as he asked if you were jealous of his "boobies" just to tease and see your reaction.

"W-What do you mean?" you were now blushing as if he assumed that you envied his "boobies". Crocodile laughed sincerely, he couldn't resist seeing you flustering like that, he leaned closer to give you a light kiss on your forehead. He grabbed your chin lifting it a bit to look directly into your eyes before speaking in a sweet tone.

"Y/N, don't be jealous of my "boobies", yours are way better than mine.".

Smoker

You always loved sleeping with Smoker like this: your head placed on his chest, his arms hugging your body and keeping you warm under the bedsheets. The sunlight flaring from the windows made you wake up first as he was still in a deep slumber.

Smoker seemed so relaxed in his sleep, like every concern or worry of his disappeared when he had the chance to keep you so close to him during the night. You couldn't help but smile seeing him like that, your hands were roaming his chest and caressing him in his slumber.

No need to say that you absolutely loved his physique, how his strong arms wrapped around you and the feeling of his chest under your cheek while snuggling. Your right hand squeezed one of his pecs softly. "Boobies…" you mumbled. "Hmm… what?" Smoker answered in a low voice. He was awake.

"I like your boobies" You squeezed his pecs a bit more, making him blush. Teasing him like that was one of the things you loved doing, seeing him flustered like that was priceless. "They are not boobies!" you could sense the embarrassment in his voice. God, he was cute.

You chuckled and pocked his chest, he sighed seeing you having so much fun teasing him like that. He couldn't deny how much he loved that silly side of yours, so he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head, resigned to the fact that you called his pecs "boobies".

"They are all yours" he whispered booping your nose, he couldn't resist you.

Katakuri

Spending time with Katakuri was your favourite thing to do since even though his appearance seemed a bit rough on the outside, you knew how much of a softie he was on the inside. At the same time, he loved being with you too, carrying you around on his shoulder.

The view from up there was amazing, you found yourself staring at his pecs since you could see them pretty well from there. Every step he took was even making them bounce a bit. "Nice boobies love" you whispered to his ear with a teasing smile.

His cheeks flustered in half a second as he heard you saying such a thing to his chest, but he didn't say anything, probably Katakuri was too stunned by your words to say anything.

"The best boobies I've seen in a while…" you continued giving him a light kiss on his forehead, a little curl appeared on his mouth, making you realize that he liked your compliment.

He moved you from his shoulder and held your body in his arms as if you were light as a feather and pocked your nose. "Nobody has ever called them boobies, I like it, it's sweet," he said laughing a bit with joy in his voice as if he was having a good time with you even just talking about silly things like these.

"Not as sweet as you" he whispered, making your heart melt.

Zoro

His pecs are huge, everybody knows that. Admiring him while he was training himself was your favourite hobby since you could stare at him shirtless all the time. He wasn't bothered by this attitude of yours, Zoro kept a straight face during his training as if there wasn't anybody looking at him.

Even if he was just doing his usual, you couldn't help but giggle a bit every time you saw his "boobies" bounce a bit with every sudden movement of his. "Boobies…" you whispered to yourself, your mouth a bit drooling just at the sight of his large chest.

"Y/N, did you say something?" he asked, Zoro was now looking at you, staring at your blushing face. Since you were too lost in admiring his movements you didn't even realize that you spoke out loud and he heard you saying that thing.

"N-nothing" you replied looking away but he grabbed you by the chin and lifted it to look into his eyes. "You can touch if you want to" he grinned knowing exactly that you were talking about his pecs. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest, making your cheeks red even more than they already were.

"So you like my "boobies" huh?" he whispered into your ear. From now on he'll let you touch his chest more during his training since you know you can't take your eyes off him.

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[toriangeli]

Final trailer stuff, not in order bc fuck it.

This is looking like Lestat was acting as a vampire, unlike in canon, because look at the eyes.

Definitely having feelings about Nicki. Very strong ones. So strong, I wonder if this is him finding out about his suicide.

Very thirsty Armand.

OKAY BUT YOU CAUGHT THIS, RIGHT? Claudia swore to obey all the coven laws. This is *right after* they say the coven master has the power of life and death. She never took an oath like this in the book. I feel like these are the plans the coven has for her, which Armand alludes to. They got her to swear to be under their power so they can claim they were just following the rules.

Not sure how I feel about this tbh. In the book I liked that it didn't matter whether Louis and Claudia were part of the coven; the coven was going to come for them anyway because that's how vampires are. They don't need a technicality. They do what they want. They don't give a fuck what your laws are. You're lucky they're even bothering with their laws.

"The coven master has the power of life and death." This appears to be after Armand comes back from watching Lestat's show. I think he's leaning against a dead body here.

So about the dialogue here, I'd think this would rule out the idea that Louis never knew Armand was responsible for Claudia's death. If he's been told about this, he knows no one but Armand could have given the word. If it's meant to be something he remembers later, I don't think it would be in the trailer, since it wouldn't exactly be a twist.

AH a close-up of this outfit that was so impossible to see before. "Vampire Amish" popped into my head. A few historical details: I think he's wearing a regular frock coat like a cape, not an unfamiliar garment. Note not everything is the same shade of black. The brownish black (which would probably look proper black if it weren't up against the other black) is the "cheap" kind of black in this day and age; the black-black was way harder to dye and keep. We can see him in a waistcoat and neck stock, so he's fully dressed, and any bit of white is fully covered, so I think this is a rule the Children of Satan must have about what they wear.

Daniel smells a goddamn rat and it is, in fact, one of Santino's pets. Louis looks so crushed here when Armand lightly suggests they take a break and Daniel sees all.

"I'm listening." This is not in response to Louis' statement in the previous shot. It's daytime here, for one thing. It's also the same shot we got opposite Armand in a previous trailer (I don't have a screen grab rn). I think Armand is about to come clean about some shit Daniel is not prepared for, and I think I know what it is.

Definitively not Alessandra, a speculation I heard, since Louis and Claudia are standing behind her. Definitely a revenant.

There's Lestat and Nicki, but WHERE IS GABRIELLE? I mean, Armand hates her in canon, so I can see him being petty and leaving her out. It would just be nice to see my wife.

This tunnel makes me think of the one that leads to Armand's cell in the book, but this Armand sleeps in the same room as the other vamps, so I wonder where they're headed and if this is the same scene where Santiago starts swooping in all menacingly.

"You've remembered." No surprise at all. No fear, either. Not that Louis could do much to Armand.

I think whatever this revelation is, it has to be about Claudia's death, but not about him having the final say about her death, because Louis has to already know. It's definitely about something Armand has done, because he seems resigned. Like he knows this is the end for their relationship. I'm guessing Louis remembered the condition Lestat arrived in and has realized just how involved Armand was in the process. What he did to Lestat. Also the fact that he broke his promise not to mess with Louis' mind again.

EDIT: Although Louis is suggesting he has forgotten a lot more than stuff about the trial. Jesus, Armand, wtf did you do?

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[cherienymphe]

When The Party’s Over XVIII (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, forbidden relationship, violence, jealousy, stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

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You laid in bed, fingers clutching your pillow as you tearfully stared at your window. It was locked, as it always was these days, but that didn’t matter much when Rafe had already cemented himself in your life. Your throat hurt, and your eyes were tight from how much crying you’d done, and as your parents’ voices traveled through the wall, you felt your eyes water again.

They’d been arguing all afternoon and all night.

About you.

Your dad was too disappointed and too angry to even look for a silver lining in this while your mom, who’d always spoke of grandkids for as long as you could remember, was trying to find some positive in this. Her hurt and disappointment were still palpable too. After all, what parent dreamed of their eighteen-year-old kid getting knocked up before they even went off to college or had some semblance of a life?

You closed your eyes, thinking of how Rafe ruined everything.

As much as you hadn’t even wanted to the first time, you were resigning yourself to getting another abortion. Before, where you’d at least had some semblance of hope that a baby would put things into perspective for Rafe, now you knew just what he was capable of. As much as it didn’t sit right with you, you were much surer this time around.

…but then Rafe happened…again.

Your mind took you back to earlier in the day when you’d slapped him in the bathroom. You were sure that you’d never hit him before. In all the madness of what he put you through, you’d never tried to hurt him in any way that wasn’t self-defense. When the slap barely did anything, you’d hit him again and again.

While your parents were talking to Ward about your future, you were trying to hurt Rafe as badly as he’d hurt you.

“I can’t believe you,” you’d choked out, vision blurry from your tears. “I can’t believe you.”

That was all you’d been able to say for a while, so in shock and disbelief at what he’d done. Not even just with telling your parents, but getting you pregnant on purpose in the first place. You knew that he did. Everything was too coincidental. Not to mention, his words from that last night were still plain as day in your head.

He’d promised that everyone would know you were his.

“If you think-.”

“If I think what?” he’d wondered, stepping towards you and crowding you against the wall. “Hmm?”

You had swallowed, tearful gaze holding his cold one as he stared you down.

“If you thought I was going to let you get away from me, get rid of my child,” you flinched at the emphasis there. “…move on and run off to college like we never happened, maybe you are dumb.”

Your lips trembled, nails digging into your palms.

“If you’re even thinking there’s some way you can get out of this, I’m all too happy to tell you you’re wrong,” he spat. “My father will fight whatever legal battle you try to throw our way, and you know it.”

Rafe’s nose brushed yours, and the only sound you could really register was your heavy breathing.

“That baby is a Cameron. It belongs to me,” he quietly told you. “…and so does its mother.”

You had furiously blinked, more tears falling, and Rafe had reached up to wipe them away. His hands rested on your cheeks, thumbs brushing against your damp skin, and you had watched his face fall some, evening out.

“Don’t make this hard on yourself when it doesn’t need to be,” he’d whispered, almost begging. “You love kids. I know you do, and it’s how I know you hated getting rid of the first one.”

You’d looked away.

“You didn’t even give me a chance.”

“You didn’t give me a choice.”

Your eyes had met his again, more tears falling.

“I can take care of you both—I will take care of you both,” Rafe had darkly promised, and if it weren’t for the fact that your pregnancy had been intentional, you would’ve thought it sweet. “You’ll want for nothing-.”

“Except for someone who doesn’t hurt me and rape me, right?”

He’d pressed his lips together at that, and you shook your head, fighting back more tears.

“Rafe, you can’t do this,” you’d shakily whispered, tone pleading.

His brows drew together, and he tilted his head.

“…and what are you going to do to stop me? Hmm?”

You hadn’t had an answer for him.

“You can try and press charges, but we both know that won’t end well.”

You’d looked down at that.

“You can try and run from me, but I will always find you,” he’d promised. “…and if you think you can sneak off to Charlotte again, I’d like to see you try.”

You’d closed your eyes, hating the truth in his words more than anything.

“…and beautiful…”

You’d reluctantly opened your eyes at the nickname, trembling as Rafe pressed his hands to the wall on either side of your head. His dark blond hair kissed his forehead, and his blue eyes gleamed dangerously.

“If you try to keep this baby from me, I’ll ruin your fucking life.”

You released a shaky breath as he looked between your eyes.

“I’ll show you just how bad things can really get.”

You couldn’t imagine how things could get worse, but if Rafe was consistent with one thing, it was proving that particular thought wrong. When he reached up to touch your face, you shivered, and you could see that he was looking to where the faint bruise on your cheek would be if it weren’t for your makeup.

“It doesn’t make sense to try and do things the hard way each and every time when you’re just going to get the same result—right back to me.”

Rafe’s words rang true, even now as you laid in bed, but it didn’t mean you had to like them. God, you knew that coming up with anything to fight Rafe wouldn’t end well for you. You knew that it would only prolong the inevitable, but you had to at least try. You wanted to look back and at least say you tried. It was the right thing to do…right?

Sleep barely found you, and you tossed and turned most of the night.

As precarious as you wanted to claim your future was, it really wasn’t. There was really only one clear path, and you hated it. The events of yesterday didn’t even feel real, and yet, they were. Your parents knew about your relationship with Rafe, and they knew you were pregnant, and instead of the horrifying truth, Rafe had painted you both out to be some lovesick teenagers who just got too caught up in the whirlwind of it all.

Your dad hadn’t even said a word to you since yesterday, only your mom asking how you slept and if you’d eaten. It wasn’t unusual for her to ask those things, but you both knew there was a hidden meaning behind it. You hated the way she gazed at you, like you were precious, in a delicate position.

Like you were eating for two, now.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” she finally asked long after breakfast was over.

You both were sitting on the couch, and you stared at the wall as her gaze rested on you. You wanted to tell her it was because you’d only just found out yourself, but even revealing just how partially sinister Rafe was would come back to bite. If your parents knew the truth, they’d try to kill Rafe or throw him under the jail in a heartbeat, and Rafe was right about a lot of things lately, but especially when he’d said that Ward wasn’t going to let you smear the Cameron name.

Even if it was all true.

“I was scared, I guess.”

It wasn’t a lie.

You were scared. You never wanted your parents to know about any of this, to look at you with the disappointment they’d worn yesterday. You went to the fancy private school. You had the grades for scholarships and to get into any college you wanted. You didn’t stay in trouble like Pope. No, this wasn’t supposed to happen to you.

“Rafe sure does seem to care about you, a lot…” you closed your eyes at that. “…and he seems to really care about this baby too.”

You didn’t know what Rafe was.

He claimed to love you, but that hadn’t stopped him from hurting you in more ways than one. He claimed to care about this baby, but already he’d brought it up as an excuse to hurt you if need be. Rafe just didn’t like losing. At least, that’s what you thought, but even the sorest of losers wouldn’t go so far as to propose marriage. You really didn’t know what Rafe was, but determined to keep you was evident more than anything else.

…and you didn’t even know why.

“He’s so young, just like you, but he seemed very sincere when he talked about wanting to marry you.”

You swallowed at that.

“Do you want to marry him?”

That question didn’t require any thought.

Of course, you didn’t want to marry Rafe. You didn’t even want to be near him, but you kept that to yourself, merely shrugging. Your mom sighed, and you could see that she was trying to be gentle about all of this as opposed to your dad who could barely look at you.

“You do want this baby…right? Rafe definitely made it seem like you did, but I realized that I never got the chance to ask you.”

“I don’t know,” you quietly told her.

Deep down, that was the truth.

Like before, you didn’t want to get rid of it, but also like before, you knew that you needed to. If you ever wanted a chance at a life away from Rafe, you needed to, but you knew there was no chance of you getting to Charlotte without Rafe stopping you before you even made it on the Ferry.

“Well…that’s okay,” she relented, patting your leg. “You still have some time to think about it and talk it over with Rafe.”

You resisted the urge to huff at that, hating that your mom was so privy to this part of your life that you didn’t want anyone to know about. Hearing her talk about you and Rafe like some couple made your stomach turn, and you licked your lips as she continued.

“Just in case you’re…worried about what your dad and I might think, I want you to know that I’ll be happy with whatever you decide…”

You looked at her at that, and your shoulders dropped. The smile she sent you was comforting, but tight.

“…so, you should do what you feel is right, regardless of how you think it’ll make us feel.”

You could see the glimmer in her eyes, the hope on her face. Your mom was saying all the right things, but anyone could tell that she wanted you to keep this baby, no matter how much she tried to hide it. You didn’t even have the strength to tell her that because of Rafe, she’d probably get exactly what she wanted.

“Maybe…maybe we can get you to Charlotte again. Or maybe there’s someone on Outer Banks who…”

Pope trailed off as you lifted your head, looking at him with a blank face. It had been days since you’d been ambushed by Rafe and his dad, your dad still wasn’t talking to you, and Pope… Pope was desperately trying to come up with anything to get you out of this situation. You were still waiting for the other shoe to drop where he realized just how you became pregnant again.

After all, it happened after the day Pope learned the truth, and in this whole madness, his mind wasn’t letting him linger on the elephant in the room.

“You have to do something.”

“For what? For Rafe to stop me? Get mad at me again? Take it out on you again—or dad?”

You shrugged, finally feeling…defeated, and you could tell that it was written all over your face. Rafe had gotten to you because he was right. The only chance you had was to get off this island and never come back, and that just wasn’t practical. You were eighteen and pregnant with no credit, no savings, and no means of surviving away from your family. Even if they helped you out, it was just another way Rafe could find you and drag you back, and you didn’t need your family feeling any worse than they already did.

Especially Pope.

Besides, you hated Rafe, but you loved your family more than you could ever hate him, and you’d miss them too much. Even just the thought of trying to make it without them and with minimal contact was enough to make your throat tight. Rafe had you well and truly stuck, and as much as you didn’t want him to be right, he was.

Anything you did would just prolong the inevitable.

…and that’s how you found yourself in Bunny’s car on the way to the Cameron residence. You’d told your parents where you were going, and your mom had swallowed down her obvious curiosity while your dad had simply nodded. He still hadn’t spoken a word to you, and you tried not to take it personal, knowing how much this was to process even without the details only you knew about.

You found your hatred of Rafe bubbling to the surface at that.

Rafe’s inability to keep your relationship perils between you two was infuriating. First, he brought Pope into it, and now his dad and your parents. Maybe that was why he kept getting the upper hand because between the two of you, you were the only one who felt you had something to hide. Rafe had wanted the relationship out and in the open from the beginning, and you never foresaw your desire for secrecy being used against you one day.

Bunny was definitely curious as she dropped you off, and you ignored the questions in her eyes, only telling her you needed to talk to Rafe about something. It definitely wasn’t a lie, but the something in question was a pretty big something that you were choosing to leave out. You sighed to yourself as she drove off, thankful that Pope hadn’t been home when you left. Your brother would’ve happily tied you down to keep you from going to see Rafe alone.

The smile that Rose gave you when she opened the door told you that she knew.

You swallowed.

“Is Rafe home?”

His truck was in the yard, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.

“Yeah, sweetheart,” she sweetly said, gently rubbing your back as she ushered you inside. “He’s just upstairs but let me go and get him.”

As she made her way upstairs, you decided that you hated this already. She’d looked at you like you were some miracle sent from God to tame her demented stepson. She’d looked at you like some saving grace, and you didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she viewed you as an extension of Rafe in some way. Now that you were carrying his child, you belonged to him in their eyes, and the thought made you sick…because it wasn’t entirely untrue.

Movement at the top of the stairs drew your attention, and you absentmindedly took a step back at the sight of Rafe. You kept your eyes on him as he descended, and that smug curve of his lips was almost enough to make you flip him off and leave with no intentions of ever coming back. You faintly took note of Ward standing near the stairs as Rafe approached, but it was hard to focus on him.

Rafe had a way of stealing all of your attention, both the good and the bad.

Neither of you said a word as he walked outside, you following close behind. You were somewhat nervous as you followed him to the dock, recalling the last time you were with him near water. Rafe seemed to read our thoughts as he eyed the way you lingered on the grass, and you took a deep breath, glancing away.

“I don’t want to be with you,” you finally said. “I figured I’d make that clear up front.”

That obviously wasn’t what Rafe wanted to hear if the way he frowned indicated anything.

“You’re not good for me, and you’ve done too much to even consider moving past it all, and you know what else?” you licked your lips. “I don’t want you around this baby.”

Rafe shifted at that, glancing away, and you watched the sunlight glint off of his blue eyes.

“It’s not fair that you can do everything you’ve done, and still get it all. Everything you want. I hate it,” you choked out. “It sucks that you can hurt me over and over again and still have the right to call this baby yours, raise it with me, be in it’s life…and all because of who your dad is.”

He wouldn’t look at you, and you blinked back tears, struggling to swallow.

“It really fucking sucks…but there isn’t anything I can do about it,” you whispered, folding your arms over your chest just as he looked at you. “So, tell me what you want…”

“Besides you?”

“You’re not getting me,” you sneered. “I can’t keep you away from this baby, and so I can’t keep you out of my life, but we are nothing.”

Rafe smirked at that, and you glared at him, stepping closer.

“I’m serious, Rafe. You got what you wanted—me pregnant and tied to you forever, but that doesn’t mean anything when it comes to us. You’re it’s father, and that’s it,” you explained with a shrug.

Rafe slowly nodded, softly chuckling to himself, and it made you grind your teeth.

“We’ll see,” was all he said, and you didn’t know why that made you angrier than anything else, right now.

You pressed your lips together, angrily shaking your head at him.

“Fuck you,” you breathed. “You did a shitty thing, you know that?”

He didn’t respond, and you continued.

“My own dad can’t even look at me,” you tearfully confessed. “They never expected this from me, so does that make you feel good? Huh? Do you like that you just completely screwed me over?”

“Well,” he slowly started. “Maybe it’s a good thing you won’t be there much, anyway.”

You frowned at that, pausing as you blinked at him.

“What…what are you talking about?”

Rafe moved towards you, and you were frozen with confusion, studying his face as he reached up to brush his fingers across his mouth. His blue eyes drank you in with a small smile.

“You’re pregnant, beautiful,” he said as if that explained it all. “You need the right foods, the right vitamins, the proper care.”

You swallowed.

“You’ll need regular check-ups and constant looking after that your parents can’t give you because they both work, and I’d die before I trust your brother to make sure this baby is born healthy.”

Your lips parted, and you sharply inhaled. Rafe swiped his tongue between his lips, reaching up to gently touch your face.

“I’m a lot of things, but I won’t be a deadbeat. I’m going to be there for every moment of this pregnancy, and it’s either I come live with you, or you come live with me. Everyone involved knows what the obvious answer is,” he paused, letting out a breath. “Everyone except you apparently.”

You slapped his hand away, feeling like you’d been sucker punched.

“Rose and I don’t work…not yet, anyway,” he chuckled, and you didn’t linger on what that meant. “…and we have so much space here. You need to be in a place where you can be comfortable, and once my dad is finished with your parents, they’ll see it that way too.”

Tears finally spilled over, and you stumbled away from him.

“…and as for us,” his fingers grazed your neck. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

His soft voice reached your ears, and Rafe pressed his nose to your hair, deeply inhaling.

“I hear those pregnancy hormones can be a bitch to cope with without some…help.”

You pushed him away, and the sound of his laugh filled your ears as you stumbled back to the house.

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[the-dixon-effect]

Sticks and Stones

A/N: dear fic writers, consider this a public service announcement. DO NOT schedule a week of fic writing that coincides with a camping trip, it is hell!!!!

era: season 3-4, prison era

summary: Y/N suffers from chronic pain in her feet, but hates to feel vulnerable around others so constantly overworks herself. perhaps a certain archer could be the right kind of medicine... | requested from this ask by @justalexheree :) guys i really did my research for this one so i hope you enjoy ^.^

pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

words: 1.4k

warnings: mentions of chronic foot pain ig?? lil' time jump

It must be late by now, you thought. You were hesitant to look up to check the position of the sun for fear of getting distracted. You were crouched down, working out in the allotment around the front of the prison. The farm was a brilliant idea, you decided, despite the high amount of labour that was necessary to feed the residents of the prison-turned-camp. God knows you needed the food. Perhaps if the members of your community were aware of your condition, you wouldn't be forced to work out here all day, practically sweating your skin off in the Georgia sun. It didn't matter anyway, 'cause you couldn't let that happen.

So here you were, digging up soil and planting seeds 'til the sun disappeared behind the trees. It was somewhat enjoyable, you convinced yourself, of course you had your thoughts and daydreams to entertain yourself, and back in your old life you would have never found yourself spending so much time outdoors. Even so, a mundane office job might have arguably been a little better for your body. You constantly found yourself having to distract yourself from the persistent ache in your feet, maybe some company would do you good, you thought.

"Hey, we're all eatin' inside, ya can prolly finish up now," you heard the familiar voice of the crossbow-wielding man from several metres away. You knew you needed to stop, but there was still work to be done. If only there was enough food in the first place, then maybe you would let yourself resign to the dining area. Save it for those who needed it, you thought.

"Alright, I'll be inside in a second," That was a lie. It's not like the rest of the group would notice your absence, you figured. You better just stay out here a little longer, making sure the crops were tended to until it was dark. Then maybe you'd get some rest. For now, you didn't need to eat. Truthfully, your feet were killing you and it felt like you could keel over at any second. Get over yourself, you said, over and over in your mind, these people need feeding.

You remembered the look the archer gave you when he called you inside, observing how you were the only person left out in the field. You turned to check if he had left and, to your surprise, he was still stood watching, hands buried in his pockets as he looked straight ahead and met your eyes.

"C'mon," he shouted across the distance between the two of you. You couldn't really say no to him, except he left you wondering why he was so eager for you to join him. You put down your equipment and split from whatever idle job you had yourself occupied with. Something you did appreciate about the humble farmer's life was the reasonable tan you had acquired, which was on display in your little denim shorts as you jogged up to meet him. A part of you wished Daryl would notice.

"Ya' alrigh'? Yer limpin'," he asked, meanwhile you were contemplating on the fact that this might be the most words you'd ever heard the archer speak, to your face anyway. Your lack of association with the man didn't stop you from admiring from afar, though.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Been a long day."

"I bet," he replied, walking side-by-side with you up to the building entrance. You thought it was sweet how he paid attention to you and noticed something like that. Maybe one day you'd open up about your condition, when it felt right.

3 MONTHS LATER

You looked around the room, searching for Daryl's eyes. Today, more than ever, you needed to be with him. After months of breaking down his thick walls, it was safe to say that he'd become one of the most important people in your life. Your feet were hurting like hell today, and the only thing that would make you feel better right now was his presence.

He'd been out on a solo run, which you'd begged Rick to let you join him, ultimately to your disappointment. So you spent your day as you always did, out in the pasture, tending to the crops. After a while you headed back inside in hopes of finding Daryl, perched at one of the rusty tables, waiting for you. To your dismay, you couldn't find him anywhere.

You approached Rick with a worried look shaping your features, "Where's Daryl? Is he back yet?" you asked, your voice laced with concern. "Nah, he's not back yet," sensing your anxiety, he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and spoke, "Y/N, he's gonna be fine. Anyway, he's scheduled to be back in... about an hour."

So you waited. And waited. It felt like the longest 60 minutes of your life, busying yourself in your cell by reading a book that Carol recommended, not absorbing a single word. By the time you decided that there was nothing else you could do to distract yourself, you headed downstairs and made idle chatter with one of the prison newcomers, Karen.

"I hear your boyfriend Daryl's coming back from a run today," she said.

"Oh, no, he's not my boyfriend," you said with a slight giggle.

"Oh, right! Gosh, it's just that you two are so close, I just figured- you know what, nevermind, ignore me," she said with a chuckle.

You smiled and looked at the floor, and tried to silence your anxious thoughts about whether something might have happened to him, if he's hurt, or anything. At this, the double-doors swung open and in walked the man you'd been waiting for for the last 48 hours. You approached him, suppressing the relief and excitement you felt just from seeing him walk through those doors. His eyes lit up at your welcoming smile, and maybe, just maybe, he would be inclined to embrace you right here if the prison foyer wasn't so crowded.

For now, he had other things on his mind that he needed to clear with you. Just like you, he spent the last 48 hours worrying more about your safety than he did his own. He regretted not being able to stay with you, or at least bring you along with him. He was the only person who knew about your condition and how badly you were affected by it, which meant he felt an immense responsibility to take care of you and offer you acts of service. Not to mention, you were also the only person who Daryl felt totally comfortable around, comfortable enough to share some of his childhood trauma and emotion with. You liked to think the two of you had a special bond, but despite your healthy friendship, you couldn't help wanting more. Either way, all he wanted right now was to be with you and to not have to deal with anyone else in this damn place.

Maggie shot you a mischievous look from across the room as you tugged on the archer's sleeve. You rolled you eyes at her following Daryl up the steel staircase and entered his cell. You sat down next to him on the mattress and he copied you by rolling his head back against the cool brick wall. You sighed in contentment, still in somewhat pain in your feet.

"So, how'd it go?" you asked, turning to face him.

"Was fine. Are ya' alrigh'?" you noticed how he changed the subject, sensing his concern.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's just a little relentless, you know," you felt a little guilt for immediately beginning to talk about yourself, even when you knew you needed his comfort. His closeness was good enough for you.

"Mm, I know. Ya' gotta stop overworkin' yerself, ya know," he drawled. His pretty eyes were staring deeply at you now.

"Uh-huh. It's just, it's kind of relentless, you know. Like nothing I do makes it better. There's no distraction that works," it felt undeniably good to talk to someone about it, someone who understands. Someone who doesn't subject you to the same stereotypes or think that you're making it up. He wrapped an arm around you and you instinctively rested your head in the crook of his neck. He smelled delicious, like the outdoors, mixed with the distinct notes of Marlboro cigarettes and stormy weather. This was a pretty good distraction, you thought.

"Hey, I'll always make a run into some pharmacy to get ya yer meds, or anythin' like tha'," he spoke softly with his lips resting on the top of your head, occasionally brushing against your silky hair. "Jus' tell me what ya' need." It was this. You needed this.

“I just need you.”

#brandy writes #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #twd angst #daryl x you #daryl fanfiction #twd imagine #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon drabbles #daryl dixon

[mejcinta]

Aegon, Aemond and Their Relationship With Power/Arranged Marriage.

Neither Aegon nor Aemond are opposed to incest because it's the culture they've been birthed into. So, I don't think their reaction to Helaena in episode 7 should be viewed as some kind of evidence of their attitude towards incest, but rather about their their relationship with power, which is what arranged marriages in their feudal society are truly all about.

Aegon's approach to an (arranged) marriage is more romantic in the sense of he thinks having things in common is a requirement. He says about Helaena, his betrothed, "We have nothing in common."

This doesn't necessarily mean he loathes his sister. Yes, he does call her an 'idiot' but I think this also goes to show how young and silly he is, just as Helaena is also young in that moment and still occupied with her girlhood hobby of playing with insects.

Aegon's admission speaks to his self awareness because he notices they can't get along and he wants to spare himself and her as well from any misery. After all their parents are in a loveless arranged marriage and if there is one thing Aegon hungers and yearns for truly, it is love, even though it is quite literally the death of duty.

Additionally, he has spent much of his life being starved of love and feeling rejected by his mom and dad for not meeting their expectations well enough. Needless to say the fear that he is unloved by his family seeps down to his siblings even though they might think otherwise of him. Aegon is repelled by duty, for all he knows about it is pain, not love.

Aegon is not as eager to wield power through marriage. After all he has only suffered being seen merely as a chess piece in the game of thrones, and not as a boy that needs his family to be there for him. Therefore, he is understandably resigned and more disinterested in power because it is being forced on him.

Meanwhile, Aemond has a more duty oriented approach to marriage. He is willing to do whatever it takes to grow powerful and be taken seriously in society, especially seeing as he grew up without the ultimate Targaryen symbol of power: a dragon.

Aemond states about Helaena to Aegon, "She is your future Queen," and proceeds to make a comment about strengthening their Valyrian blood etc. In episode 10 he was also well on his way to cement a marriage alliance with House Baratheon so as to add to their army for the upcoming war. He understands what needs to be done in order to obtain the power he so desires for self validation.

Aemond cares little for love for now because, once again, his family has little of it and he doesn't fully grasp it. And what he mistakes for love is attention which is being heaped on Aegon for being the Golden boy i.e the firstborn son.

Aemond feels invisible to his family because of not being 'Targaryen enough'. That is why he spends much of the season in pursuit of power, claims Vhagar, mocks the Strong boys' bastardy and vents about being a mere second son while Aegon, being the first, doesn't need to work half as hard as Aemond does to be noticed or respected.

In a way, both boys are dead to love because of the neglect prevalent in their family while Helaena is in her own world plagued with dreams of her family's destruction. Aegon numbs his pain and pressures by indulging in vanity while Aemond scrapes away at collecting figurative medal after medal so that he can prove his worth, a perfectionist of sorts.

The boys' reaction to the idea of marriage is more about showing us their state of mind and relationship wih power more than it is about loving or hating Helaena.

#hotd analysis #not a ship post #hotd #house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen #aemond targaryen #helaena targaryen #alicent hightower #viserys i targaryen #floris baratheon #borros baratheon #incoherent thoughts

[tokkias]

tell me you loved me from the start ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: There's nothing that can get between a friendship as strong as Natsu and Lucy's—or at least, that's what they'd like to think. Sometimes feelings are a little too complicated for it to be smooth sailing when you're feeling them towards your best friend. Lucy finds that one out the hard way. ao3

Lucy had always been good at keeping secrets. Many a friend or guildmate had confided in her before, and as such, she had gained plenty of dirt that she was sure the guild’s gossips would kill for, by virtue of being able to keep her mouth shut. She was, for the most part, an open book. There were a few things she felt the need to keep close to her chest, which would have been difficult to achieve in the first place considering just how nosy her best friend was.

Given their frequent close proximity, Lucy couldn’t keep a secret from Natsu, even if she wanted to. He knew everything about her, and she, in turn, knew everything about him. She trusted him, so there was no reason to keep secrets. They both spoke candidly to each other about their lives and their feelings, each seeing no reason to keep things from the other.

For the most part, anyway.

It was just one, teensy, tiny little secret, something she was sure would go away at first. She had expected it to pass quickly; what she had not expected was for her little, baby crush on him to spiral out of control into a full-blown yearning for her partner that consumed her entire being to the point where he was always on her mind at any given time.

Part of her felt guilty for keeping it from him, though the other reasoned that she was sure Natsu felt similarly on some things. Romance was never the type of thing they spoke about; he didn’t ask and she didn’t tell, but that was before her thoughts of romance involved him.

A brief period of contemplation had passed in which she thought about letting him know, but the realistic part of her brain reminded her of the irreparable damage that could be done to their relationship. She liked what they had too much to throw it away over anything. Instead, she resigned herself to the fact that Natsu would never know.

It wasn’t the most well-kept secret: Levy knew about it, as did Erza, Mira, and Wendy; even Gray had been in on it too, but Natsu still remained none the wiser. It was nice being able to confide in others when she couldn’t with Natsu, but it felt wrong to keep secrets from him.

It had been about a year or so since her feelings had become too big to contain, and she had let it slip to Levy, and somehow it had become an open secret to everyone but Natsu. Perhaps it was out of pity, for fear of watching their sweet angel Lucy be rejected by a dense and romance-averse Natsu, but whatever the reason, everyone was sure to keep tight-lipped around him.

That’s what made it all the worse when it was Lucy who accidentally managed to let part of the secret slip.

Lucy rested her chin in the heel of her hands, her elbows balanced on the table below her where she sat in defeat, her gaze not even focused on Levy before her as she expressed her woes.

"I just wish he’d look at me, you know?" She sighed, resisting the urge to flop down onto the table in defeat. "I want him to say I’m pretty, or something, but it’s like he doesn’t even see me as a woman."

"Who doesn’t see you as a woman?" Came the voice of the man in question as he slid into the seat next to her, and Lucy immediately froze.

"Oooooooooohhh~ Lucy’s got boy problems," Happy chimed in with his sing-song teasing.

The two of them had been out on a solo job for a few days and hadn’t been expected back until tomorrow. Had she known there was a possibility that they would come to the guild hall today, Lucy would have kept her stupid mouth shut. Now, all she could do was gape like a goddamned moron as she sat paralysed in fear that she had just let it slip.

"Soooooo~ Who’s the lucky fella?" Happy sang, clearly trying to worm his way into information that could be used against her down the line.

"Yeah, I wanna know too," Natsu added, his tone and gaze much more serious than Happy’s.

Lucy looked over to Levy in a plea for help, but it seemed as though she had slunk away in the moments since Natsu’s arrival, leaving her to deal with this one on her own.

"How was the job? Did you do any cool stuff? Eat any good food?" She asked in a desperate hope of diverting the conversation.

"The job was fine, I kicked some ass and Happy ate so much fish afterwards that he passed out," Natsu replied in quick succession, seeing right through her. "Who is this guy you’ve got a crush on?"

"Crush? Who said anything about a crush?" She sputtered, trying to maintain her composure.

It wasn’t technically a lie. What she had going on was far beyond a crush.

"You did, just now," he said bluntly. "You said you wish he’d call you pretty. You only say that mushy stuff about guys you wanna date."

Lucy paused for a moment, surprised by how adamant he was about this. She’d assumed that getting him to talk about his job, all the cool things he did, all the bad guys he’d fought, and all the food he’d eaten along the way would be enough to divert his attention, but he was stuck on the one thing she did not want to talk about with him.

"Come on, I promise I won’t tell anyone," he whined through her silence.

That’s ironic , she thought to herself.

"No," was all she managed to get out without incriminating herself.

"Why not?"

"Because I don’t want to."

"What if I say please?"

"The answer is still no."

"Pretty please?"

The two of them continued to run in circles, neither willing to be the first to break, but knowing just how stubborn Natsu could be, Lucy was beginning ware down, only, not in the way he might have hoped.

"I’m not going to tell you, Natsu, so just drop it, okay?" She finally said, unwilling to let this go on any longer than it needed to.

"Why not?" He repeated.

"Can we not do this?" Lucy sighed. "Please?"

"Why?"

He sounded like a broken record at this point, and figuring that she was not going to win their little game, Lucy simply didn’t reply. Natsu, on the other hand, was not satisfied with this response.

"Tell me," he said.

Lucy stood her ground.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me," he began to repeat, over and over again, until the words began to blur together and Lucy simply could not take it anymore.

Grabbing her bag and throwing it over her shoulder, Lucy stood up to take her leave.

"I’m going home," she declared. "Go bother someone else."

She half-expected him to follow behind and continue his nagging, but it seemed her foul mood had done enough to have her off the hook for now.

By the time her rent was due once more and it was time for them to take on a new job, Lucy had hoped that Natsu had dropped the subject. She had hoped that in the time between when she last saw him and now, he had found a new subject to fixate on. That was decidedly not the case.

Suddenly, she regretted agreeing to walk the scenic route.

"Have you changed your mind yet?"

"No, Natsu, I have not changed my mind," Lucy sighed, arms folded across her chest as they walked. "I’m not going to tell you."

"Come oooonnnnnn," Natsu drawled. "If you tell me, I’ll be your best friend."

Lucy quirked an eyebrow.

"I already am your best friend."

"Nuh-uh," he refuted. "Happy’s my best friend."

"Aye!" Happy butted in, much to Lucy’s chagrin.

"But if you tell us who you like, I’ll let you be my new best friend."

"Hey!" Happy added, clearly not pleased to have the position of Natsu’s best friend being used as a bargaining chip.

Lucy looked over at him to ensure he saw just how unimpressed she looked with his deal.

"You’re not very good at this whole bribery thing, are you?"

Deflating at her reply, Natsu’s shoulders slumped forward and he stuck his lips out in a pout, apparently having thought that worming his way into Lucy’s secret would be much easier than it actually was.

"Please?" He tried rather pathetically this time.

"Still no."

"Will you tell me?" Happy chimed in.

"Absolutely not."

"What if I promise not to tell Natsu?"

"Wh- Hey! That’s no fair!" Natsu cried out.

"That’s a lie, and you know it," Lucy said.

Happy responded with a sheepish look that told her that she was right on the money. That damn cat would backstab her for the promise of fish any day.

"What if I annoy you into telling us?" Natsu suggested, and Lucy grimaced at the idea.

Being annoying was certainly high on the list of things that those two were good at, and anyone not as strong as her may have caved right at that moment, but Lucy remained strong.

"Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!" Happy began to chant, with the background vocals of Natsu’s "pleaaaassssssseeeeeee," ringing in the back.

Pressing her hands over her ears in some attempt to block the noise out, Lucy had never regretted not taking the train more than now.

The thud of Natsu’s pack hitting the floor was louder than usual as he let out his frustration on the poor thing. Though he had been all smiles just before, Happy was quick to notice the way his mood had soured into an almost sombre state the moment Lucy was no longer around, and he thought he had an inkling as to why.

"Are you sad because Lucy won’t tell you who she likes?"

"No," Natsu shrugged, brows furrowed as if he were deep in the dregs of thought—something Happy rarely saw on his face. "Maybe, I guess."

Natsu let out a hefty sigh, though the expression on his face remained inscrutable, even to Happy.

"I just-" He stopped, his brain unable to keep up with the words he was saying. "You know."

He didn’t have to elaborate. He did know.

Though Natsu was never really one to talk about his feelings too much, he’d confided in Happy on many occasions about his little Lucy problem. Though some liked to think of him as dumb, dense, and unaware, Happy knew better than that. He knew that Natsu had his complicated feelings and emotions just like anyone else; he just kept them closer to his chest and played things off like they didn’t affect him at all. In quiet moments like this, however, Happy caught a glimpse into what was really going on in that brain of his.

"Why are you doing this if it’s just going to hurt your feelings knowing that she likes someone else?" Happy asked, trying his best to be empathetic to his situation.

Natsu was quiet for a moment as he mulled the question over in his mind. Happy knew there wasn’t really an answer—not a rational one, anyway. Anything beyond admitting that this was just some unusual form of self-inflicted pain would be nothing short of a blatant lie.

"‘Cause I need to make sure they’re good enough for her," is what he settled on.

It sounded reasonable enough. If Happy didn’t know better, he might have almost believed him.

Almost.

"I can’t let Lucy date some loser who doesn’t call her pretty," Natsu huffed. "What kinda best friend would I be if I did that?"

Happy didn’t reply, instead letting him try to justify himself, though perhaps more to convince himself than Happy. He didn’t feel the need to probe further—he’d simply deny any accusations he made because Natsu was stubborn like that. If he wanted to figure out his Lucy troubles, he’d simply have to do it in his own time.

When Natsu hadn’t brought it up again the next time they were together, Lucy had thought she was safe. Little did she know, he had simply lulled her into a false sense of security that remained throughout lunch and all the way back to her apartment.

That was until the moment her apartment door clicked shut, and as if treating her secret as a reward for him to receive for not bringing it up all day, Natsu asked, "are you going to tell me who you like now?"

Lucy crossed her arms and let out a huff. He sounded like a damn high schooler, pestering her over some stupid crush, unable or unwilling to let it go. She didn’t even know why he cared so much, but she was certain that she cared more about keeping her secret than he did about knowing it, so instead of responding, she just shot him back a deeply unimpressed look.

Her lack of response did not deter Natsu, who, in the time between first bugging her about it and now, had come up with a new strategy.

"Is it Gray?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. "‘Cause he’s not good enough for you. You could do better than him."

"It’s not Gray," she dryly replied.

"Laxus?" He probed.

"No."

"Elfman? Gajeel?"

"No."

"Is it Bixlow?"

Realising he wasn’t going to stop any time soon, Lucy just gave him a blank stare, but he remained undeterred. He continued to list people until she was certain that he had named every single man in the guild, no matter how appropriate.

"Are you done?" She asked, fingertips pressing into her temples, thoroughly over whatever little game Natsu was playing.

The only solace she got from this situation was Happy’s silence. He had been quiet from the moment Natsu started nagging her—almost suspiciously so. Any other time, the cat might have jumped at the chance to annoy her until smoke was pouring out of her ears, but he hadn’t said a word. Supposing she shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Lucy was willing to take whatever small victories she could get in the wake of Natsu’s inability to just leave her alone.

"Was it any of those guys?" He asked.

"No."

"So he’s not part of the guild?"

Lucy stayed silent at his question. If Natsu was going to run around in circles, she would let him, but she wasn’t about to lie to his face. She was simply ready to wait until he would tire himself out and get bored of her lacklustre answers, but it seemed he didn’t have plans to stop any time soon.

"Is he from another guild? Sabretooth? Is it Sting? Rouge?"

With a groan, Lucy flopped down onto her bed, which Natsu seemed to take as a no.

"It’s not Jellal, is it?"

"No, I’m not interested in being shanked by Erza," she replied in earnest.

"Yeah, that’s probably for the best," he mused.

After a moment of quiet contemplation, Natsu spoke up again.

"Was it that guy from the library?"

"Why?" Lucy finally responded, thoroughly sick of this game.

"Why what?"

"Why do you want to know?" She asked, irritation seeping into her voice.

"‘Cause I’m your friend, and friends tell each other stuff like this," he justified.

Lucy scoffed at his almost humorous answer.

Yes, of course they were friends—they were best friends, but this, whatever it was, was not something they did. They didn’t talk about crushes or romance because Natsu never showed any interest in it until now.

But even if she wanted to, she couldn’t, because telling Natsu that every time she read a romance novel, she imagined the love interest as him, would completely and irrevocably ruin their relationship. Lucy liked what they had too much to change that, no matter how much her heart ached knowing that what she wanted with him was always just a little far out of her grasp.

"I’m not to tell you, okay?" She huffed.

"Why not?" Natsu hit back, seemingly growing frustrated at this trivial impasse that they had found themselves at.

"Because I don’t want to."

"But I’m your friend."

"I know you’re my friend, but I don’t-" Lucy paused to let her mind catch up with her mouth before she said something she might regret.

She didn’t want to argue with Natsu. She knew that he didn’t want to argue with her either, but it just seemed like this was something that they wouldn’t be able to compromise on.

"Look," she sighed. "I’m not going to tell you, so you can either make peace with that or you can leave."

Her remark was met with an almost astonished silence. Perhaps he hadn’t expected her to put her foot down like that. Maybe he had just assumed that she would eventually cave to his pleas. Whatever it was that was going through his head, Lucy couldn’t exactly see it on his face, so they simply sat in silence as she awaited his reply.

It didn’t come the way she had hoped.

Instead, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.

"Come on, Happy."

All Lucy could do was stare and gape as he left without another word, Happy shooting her an apologetic look before following his friend out the door.

She knew she had given him an ultimatum, but she didn’t think that was the option he was going to choose. It all felt so childish to her, leaving over a silly little crush. That had always been her fear, but she had never thought it would happen before she got the nerve to tell him.

It had her heart aching in her chest and tears pricking in the corner of her eyes, and all she could do was let her pillow soak up her sorrows.

The silence on the way home from Lucy’s apartment was uncomfortable. Happy could practically hear the way that Natsu seethed and sulked as they walked the ever-familiar path back to the cottage in the woods. Happy never really minded the silence between them, but this time was different. This time, Natsu was hurting, and Happy didn’t have the words to make it better.

"I don’t get it," Natsu said, finally breaking the silence. "Why won’t she tell me? Is it someone we don’t know? I named everyone."

Perhaps the worst part of this was watching this all fly over Natsu’s head.

There’d always been an inkling in the back of Happy’s mind about the way Lucy felt. He’d always wondered if Lucy saw Natsu as a little bit more than a friend, but over time he had simply put that down to Lucy being weird. Now, though, after Natsu’s interrogation and Lucy’s little scene, the pieces were beginning to fall into place.

Happy knew better than anyone that Natsu was not dumb. A little dense, maybe, sure, but never stupid, so the fact that he couldn’t see what was happening right in front of him had Happy scratching his head.

"Well, you didn’t name everyone," he curtly replied.

Natsu was quiet again for a moment, contemplative, before he spoke up again.

"You think it’s Alzack?" He asked, evident confusion tainting his voice, so genuine that Happy wanted to throttle him right then and there. "‘Cause I don’t think Lucy would stoop that low."

"I don’t think it’s Alzack," Happy shot back, trying to keep a straight face.

For as much prank potential as there was in spilling Lucy’s blatantly obvious secret, it also had the potential of her never speaking to either of them again out of sheer anger and mortification. So in the name of maintaining their friendship, Happy kept his mouth shut.

"Who do you think it is?" Natsu said, glancing in Happy’s direction.

Happy looked at him for a moment before responding. There was genuine intrigue in his friends’ eyes, perhaps a hint of desperation. Happy had to break their eye contact and look forward to the path before them before guilt started to eat him whole.

"I don’t know," he lied, earning a defeated sigh from Natsu beside him.

It certainly didn’t feel good lying to his best friend like that, but even Happy knew it wasn’t his place to meddle in their relationship. At best, it was disingenuous; at worst, he was wrong and getting his hopes up for nothing. He simply had to have faith that Natsu would put things together himself. If he was going to continue to sulk the way he was, Happy could only hope that he figured things out quickly.

When Natsu had stormed out of her apartment without a word, Lucy had hoped that he simply needed some time to himself. He could be a temperamental sort of guy, but sometimes all he needed was a little bit of time to blow off some steam before he was back to his usual self.

Unfortunately, this time, it seemed he needed a little more than that.

It had been a week.

A whole week since she had seen Natsu, much less spoken to him. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he had been deliberately avoiding her, and that fact was beginning to piss her off.

The last thing Lucy had wanted was for her feelings for Natsu to cause a rift in their relationship, but it seemed as though she had no choice in the matter. Either she told him and things would grow weird between them, or she kept her secret and he would continue to resent her.

Damned if she did, damned if she didn’t.

In the week since he had walked out on her, Lucy had done a lot of thinking between all the tears.

Would it really be that bad if he knew? Surely their friendship was strong enough to withstand the fallout from it. Though, the longer Natsu avoided her over it, the more uncertain she became.

But maybe he deserved to know. Maybe it wasn’t right to keep a secret so heavily involving him. Maybe he would understand, and if they just talked about it, they would come to an understanding and maintain the easy friendship they had.

Maybe she should have thought more about what exactly it was that she wanted to say to him before she had come all the way out to his little cottage in the woods.

She hadn’t really thought about why she was coming out here or what she wanted to say. There was an equal chance that she was going to chew him out or that she was going to burst into tears the moment she saw him. She was so angry at him for letting this get in the way of their friendship, but more than that, she missed him. She missed hearing his laughter from across the guild hall, she missed taking jobs with him. She missed his teasing, his warmth, his comfort. She missed the way he’d crawl into her sheets at night and pretend to be asleep, so she couldn’t kick him out, not knowing that these days she’d never make him leave. Just thinking about it was enough to make the tears almost breach, but as she bit down on her lip, she maintained her composure and rapped her fist against the front door.

Every semblance of composure left her once the door opened and she caught a glimpse of Natsu on the other side, looking at her like a deer in headlights, as if her mere presence had struck the fear of god into his heart.

In that moment, she was overwhelmed with so many emotions—relief, joy, sadness, absolute seething fury.

It seemed that last one was the one that took over when Lucy finally opened her mouth.

"What the hell is wrong with you!"

Part of her was expecting Natsu to slam the door in her face, but all he could do was stand there and gape as she yelled at him.

"You are so stupid! You storm out on me, and then you not only don’t speak to me, but you don’t even show your face at the guild? You dumb, stupid idiot!"

Her expression didn’t match her harsh words as her lip began to quiver, all the emotions of the past week coming crashing down on her as she spoke.

"You idiot, you don’t know—hic—you don’t even know how lonely I’ve been…"

With that, the dam burst, and she was in full tears, sobbing and wailing. She tried to step towards him but stumbled slightly, with Natsu catching her before she could fall. Feeling his touch once more only served to make her cry harder as she recalled how much she had missed it in their time apart.

With no words to make her feel better, Natsu simply wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she cried.

"Please don’t cry…" He mumbled, resting his forehead on the crown of her head.

"I don’t understand!" Lucy wailed. "Why does- Why does who I like matter so much that you’re willing to hurt me over it?"

Natsu’s jaw clenched, and she could feel his grip on her tighten, as though her words had caused him physical pain.

"I don’t- That’s not what I-" He barely managed to stutter out, clearly struggling to find the words. "Lucy…"

Though her grief-stricken wails had subsided, Lucy continued to sob, gasping for breath between them as Natsu struggled for an answer. When the words didn’t seem to come to him, there was only one thing he could think to say.

"I’m sorry…"

Lucy could hear the remorse dripping from every syllable. Natsu rarely apologised, even rarer did he mean it. This time, he did.

He wasn’t apologising because he was made to; he wasn’t apologising because he felt he had to. He was genuinely remorseful for making her feel this way.

"I still don’t understand," Lucy murmured. "Why? I mean- I don’t- It’s so stupid…" She paused to suck in a breath and gather her thoughts. "You completely avoid me because I won’t tell you who I like? Why do you care so much?"

"I- I just-"

Natsu sputtered out the words, clearly unable to form a coherent answer to the question, almost as if he didn’t know himself.

Lucy looked up at him with glassy, pleading eyes. For the first time since she had shown up, she got a good look at him, too blinded by anger and tears to have caught a glimpse prior. He looked so terribly lost and guilty, his brain seemingly barely able to comprehend the speed in which this had all happened. She couldn’t quite find it in herself to blame him.

She had shown up out of the blue, chewed him out before bursting into tears in his arms. It certainly was not her finest moment, but keeping up appearances was the last thing on her mind. Natsu was her friend—her best friend. Not having him by her side was like some cruel, twisted torture, a reminder of days long past that she had hoped she would never have to relive. She never wanted to not be with him if she could at all help it, and if weeping in his arms was the best way to get that across, then so be it.

"I don’t want you to like some… stupid guy who’s gonna hurt you because he doesn’t think you’re pretty," he said, cobbling his words together with uncertainty as he spoke.

"You’re already hurting me!" Lucy blurted out, not taking a moment to think about what she was saying.

She hardly even registered what she had said until he was looking down at her in some gut-wrenching combination of horror and confusion. It was like her words hadn’t quite set in, but he got the gist of where she was coming from. It was like he knew how she felt but wasn’t sure how to feel about it himself, and the idea of that made her swallow thickly to push down the bile that threatened to rise.

He looked at her slack-jawed before he managed to sputter out, "me?"

With no backing out of this one, Lucy decided the only way she was getting out was through.

"Yes, you, stupid! Are you blind?"

Her insulting words didn’t seem to hit him as he simply stood, lost in his own thoughts for a moment before he finally spoke up again.

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

"Because… I like the way things are between us," she breathed. "I don’t want to change that because I like you. It would just… make things weird, and I don’t want to lose what we have."

Natsu furrowed his brows slightly.

"Why would it be weird?" He asked, his voice low and soft, but she wasn’t certain he meant it to be. "I don’t think that’s weird."

"It is! It’s always weird when someone likes someone else, but they don’t feel the same, and it’s just-"

"Who said I didn’t like you?" Natsu interrupted.

"I-"

Lucy stuttered around an answer, not truly knowing what to say. No one had said that. She’d simply assumed that there was no possible way that her feelings would be reciprocated because it was Natsu. Natsu, who had never shown romantic interest in anyone, let alone her. It was just an informed assumption based on years of friendship that she thought was just that—friendship. She had never considered the idea that he might feel the same way, and now it felt like everything she knew about him had been flipped on its head.

"I just didn’t think that you-"

Her breath hitched in the middle of her sentence as her mind began to race with the possibility of being loved back.

"Why’d you never ask me?"

Because I didn’t want you to reject me. Because I couldn’t handle seeing your face as you tried to let me down easy. Because I knew that if I did, things would never be the same between us again.

There were so many answers to his question running through her head that she just couldn’t seem to figure out which one she wanted to hear.

"Because I wasn’t sure I was ready for the answer."

Natsu was quiet for a moment in response, and Lucy felt her heart sink to her stomach. He still hadn’t given her a real answer. For all she knew, she was simply getting her hopes up only to watch her friendship with Natsu come crumbling down.

In a small, dwindling moment of courage, Lucy squeaked out a soft, "do you?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "I do."

His words were a little shaky, but he said them with such conviction that Lucy couldn't do anything but believe them.

"And for the record, I think you're really pretty."

Those were the words that she had been waiting for him to say for all too long. She had dreamed of hearing it from him for longer than she could recall.

Suddenly, everything started to fall into place.

"Is that… Is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?" She asked. "Because you were jealous?"

Well, it sounds bad when you put it that way…" He murmured.

"It sounds bad no matter what way you put it!" Lucy exclaimed.

So much of the pain and despair she had been feeling could have been foregone if he had just told her how he felt. She had never felt such joy and such frustration at the very same time, because, god, he felt the same way about her, but he had put her through such heartache over a little secret that it made her want to scream.

"I don’t know if I should be mad or if I should kiss you senseless."

She knew she couldn’t be mad, even if she tried. He was protecting his heart the same way she was protecting hers—she could never hold that against him. She’d be a hypocrite to pretend she was any better.

"Can you do the second one?" Natsu asked, drawing her back into the moment and away from her thoughts—and who was she to deny him?

With no reply, Lucy placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips against his, sending them stumbling back into his home. He caught her by the hips, hands gripping tight, and Lucy hoped that he wouldn’t be letting go any time soon.

#nalu #fairy tail #fan fiction #fanfiction #nalu fan fiction #nalu fanfiction #natsu x lucy #ft nalu #fairy tail nalu #mya writes things #yes i did repost shhhhh

[acourtofthought]

I recently saw a post claiming that there are no obstacles standing in the way of either Elucien or Gwynriel while there are obstacles standing in the way of E/riel.

I do agree that at the moment there are no external obstacles to Gwynriel, their ship and possible mating bond is very new and SJM usually takes more than a book to develop a story involving a mating bond. Their current obstacles are more personal in nature, working to overcome past traumas.

But what obstacles are standing in the way of E/riel?

Lucien???

"And then I'll ask your mate how he survived it - knowing you were engaged to someone else. Sharing another male's bed."

That is what Lucien said about Elain before he met officially met her. He already resigned himself to the fact that his mate was in love with engaged to someone else, that he was going to have to live with that.

He sat in a room with Elain as she spoke of Graysen, how Graysen saw her before, how she was supposed to be married and Lucien accepted that Elain did not "love him, want him, need him."

He left to find Vassa after realizing he was not needed in the Night Court because Elain wanted Graysen. He only entered the Night Court to ensure that she wasn't being harmed and once he saw that she was safe he walked away because he acknowledged that she still wanted her fiance.

If Elain wants to be with Az, Lucien will step aside just as he did when he thought she wanted Graysen. Just as he's done for the last two years, allowing her to do whatever the fuck she wants to do and asking nothing of her.

And Rhys as an obstacle?

All Az needed to say was that he was over Mor and that he'd never felt about anyone the way he does for Elain. Rhys is not an obstacle, all Rhys is is the protective brother-in-law who was honestly convinced that Az just wanted to use Elain for a night of sex.

Beron is an obstacle to Az being with Elain?

First off, Az is nothing to Beron. As we canonically know he's not a fan of lesser fae, Beron wouldn't consider Az worth his time (since certain people in the ACOTAR world consider the Illyrians lesser fae) and I highly doubt he'd care about Lucien losing his mate when Beron hates Lucien.

When Beron has tormented Lucien his entire life, why would he HELP him get his mate from Az? And if by some chance he did call the Blood Duel, I would bet money on Lucien putting a stop to it, stopping Beron so that Elain could be happy and that only leaves Lucien looking like the hero in an E/riel book (and we all know the hero gets the girl).

There are no obstacles to an E/riel endgame except Azriel's inability to have a conversation which would have easily cleared up any of the "misunderstandings" in SF. If that's what they actually were, I am of the mind that Az refused to answer because he knows he didn't actually have a response that Rhys would have been happy to hear. That he was in fact willing to sleep with Elain though he's still not over Mor and does not in fact have a plan to be with her beyond his sexual fantasies.

So what are the Elucien obstacles? I mean, aside from the fact that she was in love with someone else when her bond snapped and Elain has been fighting against the bond from book 2? Obstacles that have kept her from getting to know Lucien for how many books now? (I mean really, what obstacles were there for Nesta and Cassian getting together except Nesta's personal trauma?).

We are reminded on 4 different occasions that Beron had Lucien's lover slaughtered, 2 of them in Silver Flames alone.

We are reminded on multiple occasions of how much Beron and his other sons detest Lucien. Hell, Beron sent his brothers after him as recently as ACOWAR when he and Feyre tried to cross through Autumn.

We know Beron has his sights set on the weakened Spring Court.

In SF, SJM tells us that Elain's scent is not only a promise of Spring but that the Spring Court had been MADE for someone like her, that Nesta would have told her to visit if they weren't fighting. We're told the IC needs a strong ally in the Spring Courts forces, that Tamlin isn't getting better and he's neglecting the people.

You're telling me that if Elain ends up in Spring and she's involved in helping restore the Court to it's former strength, Beron would not want to stop her as she's interfering with his plans to take over it's lands?

Beron also wants to ally with Koschei now that Briallyn is dead. We know Elain has a connection to Koschei because of her visions, that she is connected to the Trove as she's Made and is also Nesta's sister, and that Koschei has his sights set on the Trove so he can free himself.

We're also told in SF that all it would take to gain the alliance of these villains would be to hand over a certain Archeron sister (Briallyn failed with Nesta). Beron going after Elain to gain Koschei's alliance creates obstacles to an Elucien endgame because Lucien can't end up with his mate if she's kidnapped or dead. We're told that as Beron was willing to murder Jesminda and torture his own sons, what wouldn't he be willing to do so I think it's safe to say that Beron is a much bigger threat to Lucien's happiness and Elain's life (considering she's Lucien's mate as well as an Archeron sister) than anything involving Az.

There are a lot of exciting directions SJM could take an Elucien story, filled with not only the internal obstacles they've both been dealing with but external obstacles as well.

The only obstacles that stand in the way of E/riel are ones they've created themselves. And those "obstacles" would only lead to hurting others who are blameless like Gwyn (when Az decided to give her the necklace dragging her into the mess for no reason if he's going to end up with Elain) and Lucien (who has given Elain the freedom to do whatever she wants).

#elucien #pro elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #anti e/riel #pro lucien vanserra #elain x lucien #lucien and elain #elucien supremacy #beron vanserra

[ir3nic-sluvv]

✧ Character AI (Masterlist)

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

✧ CEO! Leon x Secretary! Reader

You have been working at the DSO department as an assistant for Leon for about 7 years now. You thought it would be the best idea to finally resign and do the things you wanted to do other than following Leon's orders. You wanted to feel free in a moment wherein you could do whatever you want. After saving enough money; you decided it's finally time to talk things out about your resignation to Leon. But it seems like Leon still doesn't want to let you go just yet, he thinks he couldn't find any other assistant that isn't you. At first, he thinks that you were just joking around but after seeing that you were serious about this matter. He couldn't think straight and thought of the things that he might've done that made you want to resign. He had grown too attached to you since the day you started working for him. Unknowingly he started to fall for you. He was determined to not let you resign just yet. He will do anything just to make you stay, he'll even marry you if he has to.

✧ Rockstar! Leon x Manager! Reader

You've been the manager of the SINFUL band group for about 4 years now. You were never the closest to the band members and would only isolate yourself away from them. You find the members of the SINFUL group intimidating despite being their manager for too long, and you try your very best to be their manager. But Carlos and Luis seem to be fond of you even though you weren't much around, but Leon on the other hand doesn't seem to find you that interesting like the other members.

✧ Stranger:Friends:Lovers AU

You were on your way to you visit your boyfriend since you haven't seen each other for awhile now, but as soon as you arrive outside his workplace—You saw your boyfriend cheating with your best friend. And a stranger came to the rescue when you started crying in public (in the bus) and helped to reduce some people's attention away from you by using his figure to block you away from their eyesight as you cry while he placed his black hat on top of your head. What do you think will happen next?

✧ The string of fate (Soulmate AU)

Leon has been trying for so many years—to find his soulmate, and in those years he was so tempted to follow the string that is wrapped around his finger to run and follow the very end of it, in hopes to finally find and meet his soulmate. But he said to himself that he needs to be patient, saying that fate should be the one to do it by itself.

After finding a new job in Racoon City, he noticed how his string would move frantically, at first he would just ignore it—maybe it's acting normally he said. But soon a month had passed since he arrived in the city, and he noticed how the string would glow brighter, this really caught his attention and he asked his co-workers at the Police station what it meant. One said that his soulmate might be in love, the other said that his soulmate must be not far from him and he believed that his soulmate must be in the city as well, and the other said that they must be on the line of death. This statement really made Leon overthink, and for weeks it's been in his mind thinking about the possibilities that may happen in the future between him and his soulmate.

Then shit happened in Racoon City, Leon was left traumatized as he left that city. The string on his finger grew pale at that moment, and there he thought his soulmate was long gone, and there he lost hope of ever finding his fate.

But after a year of working under the DSO as a federal agent, the string on his finger became more brother than ever, this just made Leon feel more alive and his hopes to find his soulmate came back on track. A few weeks later, he finds out there will be another agent joining the team. At first, he didn't pay much attention to it and just focused more on his training and work. But what he didn't know—what he called so fate was only a step closer to him.

✧ Mysterious neighbour.

Leon Kennedy has been living in the same neighbourhood as {{user}}. Approximately 4 years now or so. And in those years {{user}} would always notice how she would hardly see Leon around, it made her curious as to what he might be doing that he needs to leave for months before going back. She didn't even see him for a year back then, but she knew she shouldn't be nosy to other people's business. But she couldn't help but notice him while he stayed in the neighbourhood. She would always glance at him whenever she would catch him outside his house or whenever she would take a glimpse of him from his windows. She thinks she's starting to become a freak or something, but she can't help it, she finds him very mysterious. Leon on the other hand would always catch {{user}}'s glances at him, at first he was a bit weirded out but he didn't pay much mind to it and just ignored her. But as time passed as he stayed in the neighbourhood, he couldn't help but catch himself always staring at her from a distance. He thinks she's cute, beautiful even. And he first thought she was so kind to others when he would always see they're helping her neighbours. Even when he's out working through his mission, he couldn't help but think of her. He didn't know why but he would always try to keep his mind off of things and focus more on his work. And whenever he goes back to the neighbourhood, he would always think if it would be a great idea to go up and talk to {{user}}, but for some reason he couldn't. The next day after being away from the neighbourhood for 3 months, he saw {{user}} struggling to fix up her scooter-moped. He thinks it's the best opportunity to finally talk to her.

✧ Spider-Man AU

Leon Kennedy has been working at the Raccoon City Department for years now. It would look like he is some typical normal cop, but no. He has a secret that he can never tell anyone, nor even anyone to find out. Because he, Leon Kennedy, is what we have so called the infamous spider-man. The hero of raccoon city.

✧ Just Leon becoming a Dad. (FWB)

At first, Leon thinks that you were just joking around. But when you told him that it was all real, he felt as if something had putted another weight upon his shoulders. He was anxious, scared even. How is he even going to react to this? There are no relations—or labels in between the both of you. Sure he can say that you two are friends but just that, nothing more, nothing less. But do friends fuck each other? Could be. A friend's with benefits I suppose, but that's just that. Leon could never see himself being a father, especially when his working as an agent and he would go into a dangerous missions. What do you think would Leon do now?

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#resident evil #capcom #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy infinite darkness #imagines #romance #leon scott kennedy #character ai #c. ai #reader insert #modern au

[strwberri-milk]

I was recently reminded again of how much Diluc has hurt Kaeya and not apologized for it and that pissed me off, so I would like to request something along those lines please.

Like, Kaeya's S/O learned what happened during the ragros's fallout and they are PISSED at Diluc for it? Like, they do acknowledge that Kaeya did a not-good in revealing his origins at literally the worst possible time, but what Diluc did was way worse?! And they so badly want to punch him for it?!?! You don't have to write them punching Diluc, honestly you can take this premise in whatever direction you wish, though I do hope for not so much angst and more reverse-comfort for Kaeya.

I just want to read about someone who loves Kaeya and who is pissed at all he's gone through, especially because he has every right to be angry about it and to want an apology but he never seems to advocate for himself, and that just makes me even sadder for him and even angrier at those who hurt him and I just want to hug him and prevent the world from hurting him again AAAAAH!!!

Sorry, I hope this request is of some interest to you, no pressure if it's not, also sorry if it's too detailed ^^;

When Kaeya told you the truth about himself you did your best to remove yourself from the situation and look at it objectively. He looked so nervous and worried that you couldn't help but pity him, telling him that you're not upset or thinking about leaving him, you just need time to process.

As soon as you're done Kaeya makes some passing comment about being glad he didn't lose you the way he did Diluc. It makes you pause as you ask him to clarify. You hear him immediately covering up for Diluc and telling you that he didn't do anything wrong. Somewhere, you understand that Kaeya's defending him because he still cares for Diluc a lot but you just wish that Diluc responded a little bit better.

You decide to ignore your anger at Dilucin favour for taking care of Kaeya. He looks almost defeated, unsure what you're thinking of saying to him. You sit with Kaeya and tell him that while you can understand why Diluc did what he did, he didn't need to hurt Kaeya. He tries to contest your statement but you simply shake your head, trying to wrap your mind around just how much Kaeya has been through.

The two of you end up spending the rest of the night with each other. You hold Kaeya in your chest, reassuring him that he's done nothing wrong and that he's carrying an impossible burden. He feels his burden lessening at your kind words, reassured that you don't hate him for something he can't help.

He doesn't tell you everything all at once. It's far too much and he tells you as much, wanting you not to feel as though he's purposefully trying to hide something from you. However, he does tell you that he wants to tell you everything and that he's done hiding his past from you. You feel grateful that he's willing to open up to you so much, telling him it's okay for him to take his time and that you're more than willing to wait patiently for him to tell you at his own pace.

You also try to help him talk to Diluc again. You know how much their strained relationship hurts him and you know they both would be much happier if they just communicated about what happened. It takes some time but Kaeya's happy with any progress being made, Diluc's slight aversion leaps ahead of outright hostility Kaeya has resigned himself to.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader

[vashatxt]

remember who owns you. (kafblade nsfw drabble, 18+)

prompt: next time we get into an argument, i'm reminding you that I took your virginity.

saw the above and don't mind if i do <3

read under cut. kafka x blade, smut, sub blade. edging. plays into sociopathic kafka.

things get heated sometimes.

like when that darkness inside blade needs to be tamed; the one thing that ties him to kafka, keeps her by his side. of course, kafka gets something in return. a partner in crime who is indestructible, who is the perfect bodyguard to accompany her most dangerous, ambitious missions. blade is so much of the reason she operates with cool, collected confidence.

there's more, too. the way she can turn him into putty in her hands. he's wrapped around her little finger, answers her beck and call. he relies on her for the most basic of needs - inner calm. and so, he's not just a blade, a weapon of destruction for her to use in battle. no, there's so much more he can do for her.

the tears in his eyes when she touches him, slowly milking his cock or playing with his balls while she looks him in the eye and deepthroats him, sometimes sliding her hands around the small of his back, digging her nails into his skin and giggling at his pathetic wince before she even slips a finger in his asshole. that turns the whine into a moan; and it never takes long for him to cum. he always cums too soon.

especially when things get heated.

tonight is like the first time she'd ever subdued him with sex. he's been getting aggressive, talking back rather than setting about his work in stoic silence. he's resigned to working to meet the stellaron hunter's goals so that elio can grant him his wish for a funeral of his own - so something is seriously amiss when he loses focus. kafka learned that her spirit whisper wasn't the only thing that could help him.

whatever blade had been through or done with people in his previous life didn't matter to her. he's an amnesiac, immortal being bound to her for the rest of his existence. and he's all hers.

"bladie," she whispers; a patronising, sickly sweet nickname that she knows gets his cock throbbing in his pants, because the first time she called him that was the first time they'd fucked. "if you want my cunt that bad, you can come and beg for it like the pathetic pup you are. don't waste your energy on fighting with me, it always ends the same way."

he scowls as if he wants to push her, but his red eyes meet hers, and his lips part; his knees suddenly feel like jelly, and his voice shakes - "sorry, s-sorry, mommy...,"

"there's a good boy."

kafka raises an eyebrow, before reaching out to place her hand on his chest. he sinks to his knees at the touch, and then down onto his back, caring not about the uncomfortable concrete floor. kafka nods her approval, looking him up and down before fixing her gaze on his crotch. his grey trousers, so useless, so unnecessary... she licks her lips, tutting at him. "bladie. come on now. show me what mommy does to you."

blade has been stunned to silence and into submission. kafka doesn't just enjoy seeing him like this because it turns her on - any being weak and pathetic and desperate for her will do when she feels the need, after all - but because she has a level of care for him, maybe those feelings are entirely superficial and born not from affection but from how their relationship is mutually beneficial, but regardless, they exist. and knowing that blade can submit to her and let go is the ultimate proof that he trusts her, relies on her, needs her. and thus, she can rely on him. to put himself in harms way, to spare her pain and death, because he cannot experience the latter.

"good boy," she repeats the words of praise as she watches him squirm out of his pants and underwear; his thick cock stiff and delectable, her most favorite toy of late. "isn't that sweet," kafka coos. "how do you get any work done when just hearing my voice turns you into such a pathetic little thing?"

she wonders what method of teasing him will bring her joy today. painstakingly edging him, warning him not to cum and punishing him (the kind that results in red hand marks and scratches on his ass, his thighs, his face) when he inevitably does?

that's usually a favorite.

but there's something in the sound of his tiny, hitched breaths when she licks her lips at him that puts her in an entirely different mood.

"bladie...," kafka puts her finger to her lips as if contemplating something, before shedding her coat; letting it fall to the ground as if it wasn't a priceless antique. "i was thinking to myself recently."

"mh - mhhm?"

a broken man with a broken mind. bandages and scars and dead eyes to prove it. kafka knows she has the power to add more where those came from - that ultimately, she could do more harm than good to his fragile psyche.

that's the fun of it.

"i was thinking, goodness, next time bladie gets a little ratty with mommy, she might have to remind him who's boss. just because i gave you a taste of me doesn't mean i don't have the power to take it away...,"

she lets a sly grin spread across her face, walks towards him and leans down, whispering the words so close to his face that he can feel her hot breath on his skin. it sends shivers down the back of his neck. "and believe me. you've only had a taste of what i can do to you."

#hsr smut #blade smut #kafka smut #kafblade #kafblade smut #hsr #mara.txt #kafka x blade #sociopath kafka #sub blade #*

[blissfulip]

Dopamine

On AO3

Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut, masturbation

Cw: hangover symptoms, masturbation, unintentional boners (lol)

Words: 2.4k

[A/N: tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly. (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

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Chapter 4: Cognitive Dissonance

It wasn't enough to take a cold shower. Ignoring the black plastic stool he kept in the shower—a tool for days when he'd had enough standing—Viktor stayed there, forehead pressed against the wall, as the icy cold water cascaded down his spine. After a few minutes of contemplation, he switched off the shower and, without even trying to get a towel, strolled over to the bed, leaving a trail of water on the floor, before lying face down on the mattress.

He nearly gave in to the need to scream into the pillow, and if he didn't know what cognitive dissonance felt like before, he certainly knew now. He always had strong feelings for you, just not on this end of the spectrum. Oddly enough, the feelings of rage and irritation weren't gone either; rather, they were feeding everything else.

A silk sleeping gown—that's all it took;  you are so weak. Oh but  there was much more to it. It was the way you smiled at him from where you sat, that cheeky smile that you had never given him before, the rasp in your voice when you called his name, the image of you walking over to him without breaking eye contact and bending over the table to write down the time... the stupid time, it definitely could have waited until tomorrow. 

That mistake cost him his sanity, and those images were now burned in his brain. He needed to do something about it. They would go away once he was done with it, he was sure. He turned to lay on his back, his hair still dripping wet from the shower and sticking to his forehead. He sighed loudly in resignation as his hand closed and his fingers arranged themselves to form his length. He was painfully hard; he had been for the past 30 minutes, so this would be fast.

His grip was light at first; there was no reason to be aggressive about it, and then something else came to mind—that image of you sitting on the puff again, but this time his brain focused on the way you crossed your legs. Those legs...he'd never noticed how—he inadvertently tightened his grip, a small grunt hitched on the back of this throat. Soon, he started to stroke himself slowly. At first, he intended to get this over with quickly, but now he didn’t want these memories to go away.

The reality of what had happened swiftly morphed into what he wished would have. Depraved thoughts of desires he didn’t know he had, and the stroking continued repeatedly, going at it with the longing of the body that was missing next to him (or on top of him, more precisely). Before long, the idea of your lips and the places he wanted them to be made him light-headed, his voice cracking into a gravely moan as he felt the warm liquid trickle down his hand.

“Ty mudák ” He cursed himself as he lay there motionless, noticing his bed was now soaked in what was probably a mix of water and sweat.

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When Lara woke you up the next morning, you couldn't help but marvel at how she was ready and up and ready immediately, and how the apparent absence of hangover symptoms in her made yours seem so much worse in comparison. Although you were used to strong chemical smells, the strong scent of paint solvent and whatever was burning in the kitchen added to the mounting pressure under your skull as you lay in the bed you had shared, staring up at the ceiling while your eyes adjusted to the light.

Though her creative abilities did not extend to cooking, you could have tried to eat more; her oatmeal attempt was passable, so you naturally did your best to force it down, more so for your own good. The pomegranate juice was nice, and the water was necessary. After one or two more spoons of cement oatmeal, you both started to change into your uniforms, and the memories of the previous night triggered by the tall-tale clink of the spirit bottles you were cleaning up made you draft up a self-satisfied smile.

Everyone's dissatisfaction with your tardiness vanished as soon as Lara's unbelievably bright energy filled the main halls of the academy, where you had promised to meet up with the rest of your temporary team-mates.

“Why hasn’t anyone entered the conference hall?” She asked.

“It’s occupied; we need to find somewhere else to work.” The guy from biology whose name you didn’t remember interjected before anyone could answer.

A small cacophony of different opinions and suggestions rang through your ears a lot louder than it actually was, and making up what everyone was saying proved almost impossible. You were comfortable not contributing to it until Asher said something addressing you directly.

“How about that café you two went to yesterday? I’m sure they can accommodate a larger group.”

“No.” Viktor spoke immediately, and judging by the expressions on everyone’s faces, they had all noticed the urgency in his tone.

“Why not?” Asher answered a little too defensively.

“Ask her.” Viktor said, followed by everyone’s eyes turning to face you, filled with curiosity.

“I’m not telling, and frankly, I am not concerned about where this meeting happens, we could sit down right here in the hallway for all I care."

After some sour looks and more back and forth about the meeting place that you abstained from participating in, it was decided that you’d all share your notes with each other and skip the talking part by working on your individual presentations for the day at the library.

As soon as you all got there, you expected the silence and solitude of being with your own work to be a relief, but it only made the ruminating thoughts in your mind more painful and the otherwise mundane noises louder. Hold back from banging your head on the dense wooden table, mouth dry, stand up to drink water, remember you don’t have any of your notes or books, roam the chemistry section to try to find something of use, go back to the table, notice how one of the legs is shorter and it makes your pens roll all around it when it moves, change to a different table, clicking, sneezing, graphite scratching paper, erasing, and crinkling. slurping, breathing… . 

“You are hungover.” Viktor’s quiet whisper startled you.

“No waaay…” You said, dragging your voice as you looked at him with dead eyes.

“Did you at least remember to correct the thing I asked you to? Or do simple tasks become difficult for you when you’re intoxicated?” he said with venom in his voice.

You stared at him quietly for at least a minute, during which you expected him to pull back. He didn’t.

“I did remember. Maybe if you weren’t so uptight, you would know that work and fun can coexist in the same brain."

“I’m not uptight."

"Sure, Mr. ‘I get red with anger when I see people having fun’.” You said, chuckling softly, “I could almost feel the heat emanating from your face last night, all that just because I had a couple drinks.”

Regrettably for Viktor, he couldn’t deny any of this without admitting to what he really felt (and did) the previous night.

“You don’t know me; don’t act like you know what I think.”

“Whatever.” You said, with a sigh that came a little too loud, as you started to stand up to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He said swiftly, grabbing you by the wrist. ”We have to work on these presentations.”

“Let go.”

The warmth of your arm seared beneath his fingers, and the way he had held you allowed him to feel your heartbeat. He regretted touching you almost immediately, certain that the feeling of your velvet-soft skin against his would go down as another memory he wouldn’t be able to shake off. He let go clumsily, turning his head to try to hide the internal battle raging inside of him.

“Listen, I don’t owe you an explanation and don’t need your permission to leave, but there’s quite literally nothing for me to work with in here, all of my stuff is at the labs so I intend to go get it.” You said as you gathered your things and stormed off.

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It should have been quick. In-and-out and no one needed to know, but the theme of your life recently had been ‘how fast can Viktor get in the way of fun’ and this time, coming up at less than three minutes, was his new record.

 “Did you think no one would see you?” He said mockingly, appearing behind you almost like a ghost as you walked over to the laboratories.

 “Can you get out of my way for once?”

 “I am certainly not in your way."

 “You know what I mean. Why are you even here anyway? Are you going to tell on me?”

He shook his head, “I am coming with."

 “Why? Are you chaperoning to make sure I don't break anything?” You said narrowing your eyes. 

 “I need my notes as well.” He said with a tone that seemed oddly sincere. You sighed in resignation.

 “Fine.” You said already starting to walk again.

 You both tried your hardest to move as silently as possible, and before you knew it, you had arrived at the chemistry lab. While you frantically searched for the necessary journals and notes and quickly placed them into the cross-body bag you had brought, Viktor stood by the entrance. You waited in silence at the door for a beat or two to make sure no one was coming, and then walked about ten more steps north to the hextech labs.

 This time you were the one to stand guard, and it would have gone exactly the same way if the faint sound of multiple steps and voices that seemed to belong to people you didn't know, hadn't echoed from the end of the interminable hallway. You gave yourself permission to panic for half a second before hurriedly entering and shutting the door as quietly as you could. Viktor could see the terror on your face clearly enough for his mind to begin spinning, but you were faster than him. As soon as your eyes landed on the cleaning closet, you ran over to it, making sure to link your arm with Viktor’s and drag him with you.

 The timing was almost as impossibly tight as the space in that closet; you hadn't even had time to take a breath before you heard whoever was walking around open the door to the lab and walk inside.

 “...just wait for a second, will you?” one of the voices said, seemingly exasperated.

 “It was nothing, see?"

 You were starting to feel light-headed, although you weren't certain if it was due to the fact that you had been inadvertently holding your breath, or rather the tight feeling of Viktor’s chest pressing against you. Whichever it was, it had been decadently mixed with the headache-inducing smell of cleaning supplies and a much more appealing (and recognizable) saffron and leather.

 “Something could have broken; just let me look around to make sure."

 The constricted feeling hadn't escaped Viktor either; it was, unbeknownst to you, a much more pressing matter for him. The fervor started where your bodies touched—chest and arms. It could have been natural and justifiable if his boiling blood hadn't traveled up to his face to become a searing blush and all the way under his belt. You would notice, and it would be the most humiliating moment of his life, so he did everything in his power to pull his hips away by at least an inch; enough space for a sheet of paper would've been enough, but it was this obvious attempt that doomed him. Even though at first you were too preoccupied with trying to listen in to the conversation happening outside to have noticed, your attention was pulled in to what was happening inside when you felt Viktor struggling to move. 

 “What are y—” Was all you were able to silently mouth to him before you felt what he was trying too hard to hide.

 Oh.

 What could you even do? Making fun of him was out of the question; you didn't dislike him enough to be that foul. Ignoring it was useless; his face told you he noticed that you had noticed. All those thoughts were gone in a span of milliseconds when your body reacted on your behalf. The enormous flock of birds flying inside your stomach, your mouth dry, and the heat in your entire body took place over your previously undisturbed demeanor, your heart suddenly beating louder than the voices outside and even your own thoughts.

 You looked up at Viktor without saying a word. Not like you would've had something to say, but any of the quips you usually had ready to go seemed to have vanished, and his own expression, laced with panic, made you not want to say anything at all. Soon enough, the sound of the people closing the door as they left the lab served as a welcomed relief. After some seconds of safety buffer, you opened the door of the closet, and Viktor almost ran out as soon as a sliver of room was spared. He picked up the two journals he had left on the table closest to him when you had dragged him in the closet and turned to look at you, still standing under the threshold of the closet door.

 “One word about this to anyone, and I will murder you in your sleep.”

 Viktor's anger was almost comforting since you were afraid he would feel embarrassed, and things would turn strange and awkward. You would take rage over that any day, so this reaction was the best-case scenario. The stiffness in your shoulders subsided as you cracked a small smile of relief and pretended to zip your mouth shut.

The walk back to the library was sepulcral.

#viktor #arcane viktor #viktor arcane #viktor x reader #viktor fanfic

[acotarobsessed]

Hi! Saw you were taking request and wanted to see if you would do a Azriel x reader fic (friends to lovers???) where reader has a crush on az but he doesn’t see it and they’re best friends and then they go to CON and like Hewn city and strike a kind of “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” type of deal, but after az realizes how much he wants her he tries to change her mind (Maybe mates???) the smuttier the better! Love and kisses!

Sunlight, Shadows, and Secrets

if I do a part 2 it will be super smutty anon, I just couldn’t fit it all in this one 😉 Authors note; this was only proofread by myself, so there might me a few errors. added cass to act as a sort of catalyst to provoke az and reader and yeah, CoN is pretty unrealistic, just bear with me. Yes, this is Pre-Nesta

Warning; bad language, suggestive, teeny bit of angst

Minors DNI

“We’re off to the Court of Nightmares , Y/n,” Cassian said as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Sin City is the perfect place to get down and dirty and have some fun. What kind of trouble do you think we can get into while we’re there?” Y/n rolled her eyes and turned away from Cassian just as he added “You too Az, its been a while since you’ve got laid, hasn’t it? Females must be getting tired of you” he joked. Az rolled his eyes “We’re going for business, not pleasure, and if I could get a female if I wanted to, not that it’s any of your concern”

Y/n settled more comfortably next to Azriel—her best friend for as long as she could remember where they were waiting for Mor to winnow them to Hewn City. She wasn’t at all surprised that Cass was already making a mental list of all the wild and reckless adventures that awaited him in a no-holds-barred place like the Court of Nightmares, but to have Az join him?

Oh, joy, she thought with a resigned sigh. It wasn’t as though she was a prude. Far from it. She just wasn’t thrilled about watching her best friend and his brothers man-whoring ways in action. She spent enough time seeing it up close and personal on a day-to-day basis.

She turned her head and met their eyes. “You do realize that this trip isn’t all about you and your dick, right? That we’re heading to Hewn city because Rhys needs information?” she asked, reminding them of that one important detail.

Cass got up to go inside just as the corners of Azriels mouth curved with a rare grin. “Of course I realize. But that doesn’t mean the entire weekend is going to be all work, all the time.” Y/n frowned, unuse to this playful, risk-taking side to her friend. “We can’t get into too much trouble. No matter what plans you and Cass have.” Y/n said, turning away from Azriel

He leaned in close so that his shoulder rubbed against hers and his lips were near her ear. “You’re no fun, Y/n”

His warm breath stirred the ends of her hair, and she barely managed to suppress the shiver of awareness tickling down her spine and causing her nipples to tighten uncomfortably.

“Having sex in a cramped closet or bathroom in a random bar is not my idea of fun.”

Gods, maybe she was a prude, she thought with a frown. Or maybe it had just been too long since she’d indulged in sex of any kind. It had been nearly a year, and even that last time with the guy she’d been dating had left her unsatisfied and wanting.

“Things could get tight and hot,” Cass agreed in a tone at was both amused and suggestive. Y/n hadn’t noticed him come back outside “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

She shook her head. “You’re such a—”

“I know, I know,” he said, cutting her off before she could finish. “I’m a prick.”

He was a male s/ut, and he didn’t even bother to deny it.

“But just for the record, you know I have way more fun than you.” Cassian settled back into the bench. “Mor will be just another minute, she has to finish whatever it is she’s doing”

“What have you done for fun lately? And I don’t just mean hanging out with Feyre and Mor” Azriel asked, as if he believed she wasn’t capable of having a good time.

Her mouth dropped open at the unexpected question, and she snapped it shut again and glared. Screw him for being an asshole and going there.

He smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Her fingers itched to smack that smug look right off his face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve just been really uptight lately,” he said with a shrug. “On edge and a little short and snappy with me.”

Oh, yeah, the idiot was so damned obtuse. Her being uptight had everything to do with his inability to see what was right in front of his face.

She was his best friend, and knew everything about his shitty past, his less-than-ideal childhood, and his abandonment issues. And though she’d proven over and over again that she wasn’t going anywhere and would always be there for him, no matter her own personal demons and pain, he took her for granted, never seeing her as anything more than good old Y/n

Then again, was it really his fault that she loved him with more than just friendship or sister-like affection? That he wasn’t capable of returning those feelings for a variety of reasons—the main one being that he was emotionally damaged and didn’t know how to let someone intimately close? No, she couldn’t blame him. At least he was honest about who he was and what he was capable of.

It wasn’t his fault she wanted more. It was hers, for holding out hope.

Maybe that was part of the problem, she thought as she fiddled with her leathers. It was easy for Az to get used to her always being around and at his beck and call. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d made it easy for him, and maybe it was time that she reevaluated her feelings for her best friend, and the fact that they weren’t reciprocated.

Because there was one thing she knew for certain—unrequited love sucked.

He placed his hand on her bare arm, and her traitorous pulse sped up a few notches as she glanced at his strong forearm with the siphon on the back of his hand and the dark brown braided leather bracelet that was wrapped twice around his solid wrist. She’d given it to him for his most recent birthday, and it looked sexy as hell on him with all his Illaryian tattoos.

Ignoring the way her body warmed in all those neglected places, she lifted her gaze to his, and he gave her a playful smile.

“You know, maybe you ought to take advantage, find some random guy who does it for you, and work out some of that tension you’re carrying so you can loosen up and relax.”

Y/n wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious, but she bit back an irritable retort that would give way too much credence to his uptight opinion of her and instead dished it right back to him. “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,” she replied enthusiastically.

Screwing a random stranger so wasn’t her style, but he didn’t need to know that.

He blinked at her in surprise. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to so readily agree to his indecent suggestion. That shock was quickly followed by a slight frown, as if he wasn’t sure how he felt about her having a one-night stand, despite the fact that he’d brought it up.

Whatever, she thought as she tamped down her frustration

After the mission was over and they all returned from Hewn city, Y/n needed to make life-altering changes. It was becoming increasingly hard and painful to be around Azriel day in and day out and watch him go from one woman to another, though he never made a big show of it like Cassian. It was time to reevaluate her life.

Even if that meant moving on from the one man she wanted but would never have beyond the friendship and the secrets that they shared.

* * *

What the hell? With a perplexed frown, Azriel watched and felt Y/n’s silent withdrawal from their conversation, and him, as she pushed him aside and grabbed Mor’s hand as they prepared to winnow, closed her eyes, and blocked him out in the process. One minute he’d been teasing her, and then the next, bam, he was being silently dismissed—this after she’d much too eagerly agreed to have a fling in the Court of Nightmares.

Females, he thought with a shake of his head. Gods, he’d never understand them.

Okay, that statement wasn’t entirely true. He had no problem relating to women when they were on their knees sucking his cock, or begging him to fuck them harder, faster. Hot, mindless sex and mutual pleasure—yeah, those things he had no problems comprehending. Hell, he understood that language without speaking a word.

But this increasing moodiness of Y/n’s over the past few months? Gods, he felt as though he were tiptoeing through a minefield, and he had no fucking idea how to deal with the situation, or her, without everything blowing up in his face.

Despite all the rough and terrible things she’d gone through in her life, she’d always managed to keep it buried deep inside and maintain an upbeat facade, except with him. She was always herself with him. She’d always been the one to make him smile on a bad day, or talk him out of a funk, or crack a joke when he, himself, was in a pissy mood.

Not so much lately.

So what the hell was going on with her? Y/n had never been one to show signs of PMS, and he knew it was so bad with fae females they could hardly get out of bed, so that theory was out. She wasn’t in a relationship, so he didn’t have to worry about some guy treating her badly. Then again, her irritation was always directed at him, and no one else. She was polite and cheerful with everyone else in the inner circle. She even joked around and teased Cassian, who still tried to flirt with her daily, but when he attempted to join in on the fun, she shut him down and shut him out.

Just like now.

Jamming a hand through his hair in frustration, he glanced at her as they arrived in Hewn city, he had hardly noticed Mor grabbing his arm and winnowing them there. Her eyes were still closed, giving him free rein to really take in her appearance. He loved her hair that was tipped in purple and fell around her shoulders in soft waves. The style matched her unique personality, as did the clothes she wore. usually wore anyway, today she was wearing a barely there silver and black dress for their visit to the Court of Nightmares. The sleeveless dress exposed the array of tattoos covering her entire arm and all the way up the side of her neck, she wore them like a queen.

His gaze traveled back up to her face, leisurely taking in her delicate features—the sweep of her long, dark lashes, her cute, pert nose, all that creamy skin, and those soft, full lips that were made to cushion a males cock.

Yeah, he fucking went there.

He swallowed back a groan as a blast of heat and the secret desire he harbored for his best friend made his cock twitch with awareness. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d thought of Y/n in a sexual way. Cauldron, she’d flip out if she knew that she was his go-to fantasy when he woke up in the morning with a hard-on and wrapped his fingers around his cock. As he stroked himself, all it took were erotic mental images of her moaning and arching beneath him as he sank deep inside of her tight, slick flesh to get him off every single time, and quickly, too.

He was a goddamn pervert for thinking of her that way. She was his best friend, for crying out loud, and there was no way he’d ever fuck that up with sex. Ever. Y/n meant way too much to him to ever cross that line, no matter how much his dick protested his decision. She was his rock, the one person he always knew he could depend on to be there for him, no matter what. She knew things about him that no one else did and accepted him despite his flaws and weaknesses.

Most importantly, she was the one and only female he’d ever trusted—fucking daddy issues, he thought bitterly—and he’d never do anything to jeopardize what the two of them had been through together, and what they shared as best friends.

Which was why her odd behavior lately piqued his concern, and he certainly didn’t like how it felt as though she was distancing herself from him. Something was definitely off, and he had to admit that the thought of losing Y/n in any capacity scared the shit out of him.

He rubbed his clammy palms down his leather clad thighs, hating the uncertainties that were growing stronger and stronger with each passing day. He didn’t want to panic, but something was up with Y/n, and the fact that he couldn’t pinpoint the issue was driving him nuts. When they returned from this trip, he planned on finding out what, exactly, was causing her mood swing.

In the meantime however, he had other things to worry about.

They had arrived in Hewn city.

#Azriel x you #Azriel smut #Azriel #Azriel acotar #Azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #acotar fanfiction #azriel fanfiction #Acotar #acotar fanfic #court of nightmares #anon ask

[dixbolik-lovers]

Ooh, could I ask for some Pet AU (mixed with ABO “everybody is an Omega” AU) headcanons with the Sakamaki brothers getting purchased as a bed-warmer type for a powerful & rich Alpha?

The boys expect to be treated badly, “used” immediately, and then thrown away, but the Alpha gives them their own private room and various items the Alpha somehow knows they favor and tells them that “Even if the boys are who Readers going to take to bed whenever he’s in rut, Reader isn’t going to be cruel to them, and will treat them like he would if they were Readers actual mate.” and “That they are free to ask for anything they want/need, with their only obligations being attending dinner with Reader once a week and spending time with Reader during his rut to satisfy Readers instincts” (And reader means that in a perfectly pure way, as they later learn when Reader calmly reads a book with them while he has their head resting innocently on his lap, perfectly satisfied)

Shuu

He's absolutely expecting the worst, whatever that may mean. Shuu does not have high hopes for how he'll be treated in this home, but it's not like there's anything he can do about it. Thus, it's better to just keep his mouth shut and try not to make trouble for himself. It definitely comes as a surprise when you treat him so gently, though— he has no idea how to respond, especially when you have no intentions of using him in that way. There's nothing to do but accept it, though, so he doesn't resist the kindness.

Reiji

Despite the unfortunate nature of this placement, Reiji is determined to do his best to be exceptional, as always. He's internally terrified of what might be done to him, but that's nothing that he has a right to complain about. It's a terrible shock when you don't go along with what he was expecting, though, and it ruins all of his carefully laid plans for how to gain your favor. And yet, at the same time that he's beyond confused, he can't help but be relieved that you won't be treating him as he'd anticipated.

Ayato

He's beyond excited to finally have a home... but what he thinks is going to happen with you is more than a little intimidating. While he remains eager to please, Ayato is also highly nervous around you. Or at least, right up until he realizes that you're being nice. At that point, he doesn't know what to think at all. Everything he's been told says that you should be using him however you see fit, but instead, he's just getting... spoiled? It's way too strange, but he's still desperately grateful for the much-needed attention.

Kanato

With his looks and dynamic, Kanato expects to have exactly one purpose with you. And he's terrified of that. As much as he wants to have a home, he also doesn't want to be hurt— and he's expecting the worst. When all you do is coddle him, though, he doesn't know how to respond. This isn't what should be happening, but he's so starved for the kindness that it's hard to remember that he needs to stay on his guard. In the end, he gets attached to you much too quickly and trusts much too easily.

Laito

He has a very clear idea of what he's good for, by now, and expects things to be no different with you. Laito doesn't hesitate to come onto you. In his mind, it's better to get used to what you'll be doing to him quickly... except, you don't do anything he's expecting. In a lot of ways, the kindness makes him uncomfortable. It's not right at all, and there's no way he can trust that the bizarre behavior will last. And yet, a part of him is still so very desperate for this rare, foreign kindness you're offering.

Subaru

He's expecting the worst when someone like you purchases him and has resigned himself to trying his very best not to cause any problems because of it. When you first get him, Subaru is horribly tense around you. He's afraid of lashing out or doing something wrong, or worse, what you could do to him— but instead of any of that, you're just nice. At the same time that he's uncomfortable with it all, there's relief in not being used like he expected, and he soon finds himself a lot more attached than he wants to be.

Kino

Knowing his history of getting on people's nerves, Kino is fully anticipating doing something wrong enough to have serious problems. He knows exactly why you bought him, too... except, you're not doing anything that would go along with that purpose. In the end, he's just terribly confused. It's not bad to be treated like this, but there has to be something else coming, right? There's no way you can really just be this nice to him, not when the context says that you should only be using him as yours.

#Diabolik Lovers #Dialovers #Sakamaki Shuu #Sakamaki Reiji #Sakamaki Ayato #Sakamaki Kanato #Sakamaki Laito #Sakamaki Subaru #Kino #Headcanon #Reader #ABO Au #Pet Au #Lemon