#i don't blame anyone. it is a sight for sore eyes.

[avatar-anna]

I feel like we haven’t seen much of youngmom reader super pregnant with her 7 babies??? Maybe I just don’t remember but I’d love to see y/n throughout her pregnancies! If not it’s okay I love ALL YOUR WORK!! ❤️

Baby Fever

Young Dad! Harry Styles x Young Mom! Reader Masterlist

i was too tired to include charlie. sorry!

Simone

Y/n sighed as she looked over her figure in the mirror, her shoulders slumping at the sight of her unbuttoned jeans and swollen belly. Looking down, she glared pointedly at the bump, saying, "Damn you, Harry."

She tried to button up her jeans one last time to no avail, then fell back on the bed behind her. It was Harry's, Y/n didn't feel comfortable enough to call it hers too, even though he insisted his home was hers now. The mattress was plush enough for her to sink into, and the sheets were softer than soft, she just felt like she was a guest staying in someone else's home.

It didn't help that she was alone most days. If Y/n had thought Harry had a busy schedule before all of this, she sorely underestimated the hectic schedule he had on a daily basis. The first half of her pregnancy, Harry was gone on tour promoting One Direction's latest album. When he came back to London, he was gone almost all day for interviews and late night talk shows and performances at radio stations. Work seemed neverending, and when Harry did eventually trudge through his front door, he was pretty much dead on his feet.

It was a weird situation that they were in, but nothing about their relationship had ever been typical.

Not really caring what kind of important meeting or interview he was having, Y/n pulled out her phone, scrolling through her contacts until she landed on the right person.

"Y/n! It's good to hear from you! How've you been?"

"Put him on the phone, Louis. I need to talk to him. Please," she said, adding please after realizing how harsh she sounded.

Louis was quick to do as she asked, though. Y/n could hear him rustling and calling out until he eventually found her boyfriend.

There was a time when Y/n didn't think she could call Harry that. She'd always liked him. Since the day they met, they were both absolutely smitten with each other, anyone could see that. But when she found out she was pregnant, things shifted. Y/n and Harry's relationship catapulted into chaos, and before they could even have the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation, they were suddenly nine months away from being parents.

Over time, they got to that place they'd been in before Y/n got pregnant. They had the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation, and now they were happy.

Well, for the most part.

"Hey, love, what's up? Everything okay?"

The sound of Harry's voice soothed and frustrated her all at once. Tears, which had been an unwelcome side effect of her pregnancy, began to well in her eyes.

"My jeans don't fit anymore."

There was silence between them, Y/n's words floating between them until it was eventually broken by Harry's laughter.

"It's not funny!" she insisted, even though she began to giggle alongside him.

"Baby," Harry said once his laughter subsided. "Why are you trying to put jeans on anyway? Are you going somewhere?"

"No, I've just gained so much weight. I feel like a blob, and you're partly to blame."

Y/n knew the baby bump was coming, she knew there would come a time when jeans and tops wouldn't fit and she'd have to buy clothes that were more accommodating to the baby growing in her belly. She just didn't expect to be this emotional about it. It was probably just the hormones.

"I'm sorry, baby," Harry said, a note of seriousness in his voice that Y/n appreciated even though she knew she was being slightly unreasonable. "I still think you're the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on."

Groans of protest and disgust erupted from Harry's side of the phone, followed by teasing at Harry's sappy words. "I came in here for privacy! Don't complain when you hear shit you didn't want to hear!" he told his bandmates. He mumbled something about never getting a moment alone anymore and nosy pricks, which made Y/n giggle as he presumably found a new place to talk to her privately.

In a hushed voice, he said, "I don't like it when you cry, baby."

"I wasn't planning on it," she sniffled. "I know I should've anticipated this, but now my belly sticks out and nothing fits me and I look horrible."

"No you don't," Harry said, not missing a beat. He didn't have to see her to know she looked just as gorgeous as she always did. Baby bump or no baby bump. "Put your sweats back on, love. I'll bring home dinner and we'll watch a movie."

"Really?" Y/n asked, and Harry could all but imagine her watery smile. "Because the baby's craving hot wings, and I know you don't like them."

Shaking his head, he promised, "Don't worry. Text me what you want. I'll be home soon."

"I—Thank you. B—Bye."

Harry's breath hitched, his phone still pressed to his ear even after she'd hung up. He knew what Y/n had been about to say, at least he was ninety percent sure he knew. He could only hope she was going to say, "I love you." Neither of them had said it to each other before, not wanting to get lost or caught up in the emotions of having to baby together. But Harry knew. He'd known for some time now. He just didn't want to scare her by just how deep his feelings went.

Slipping his phone into his pocket, Harry went back into the green room where the rest of the boys were. He took the ribbing they gave him for being "smitten" and "whipped." But he didn't care. Y/n was waiting for him to bring her dinner, and that was really all he could think about as the minutes ticked by until he could go home.

*.*

Collette

Y/n couldn't help the slacking of her jaw as she watched her husband.

Sure, she'd seen him a number of different ways—working out, doing handiwork around the house, performing onstage, dressed for a red carpet—but here, as he wore a tiara and held a tiny teacup with pretend tea in it and sat across from his daughter, Y/n had never been more turned on in her life.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Yesterday it was the way her husband had offered to go to the grocery store for her, and just an hour ago it was how he hummed to himself while he made breakfast for her and Simone. Shirtless. By now, Y/n was fairly used to her attraction to Harry, but it was as if every little thing he did turned her on.

She'd read about this in a couple articles online and pregnancy books, that some pregnant people sometimes became extremely horny due to the hormonal changes happening in their bodies. When Y/n was pregnant with Simone, she never really...felt that way. Perhaps it was because she was so nervous and overwhelmed by the situation at hand, but now she was feeling it tenfold.

Needing to distract herself, Y/n went upstairs to the nursery to fold laundry. To nest, as Harry liked to tease. They'd been working on the nursery together for weeks in preparation for their second baby, and now it was nearly finished. Y/n and Harry let Simone pick out some of the decorations, like the fuzzy lion rug and Winnie the Pooh themed pillows and pick out toys she thought the baby might like. And now it was pretty much done, all that was needed was for the baby to be born.

Y/n had gone upstairs to distract herself, to keep Harry out of her line of sight so she wouldn't openly drool in front of Simone, but now she was alone with her imagination which was starting to run a little wild. She folded the baby clothes carefully as her mind stubbornly wandered. Harry's hands, his arms, his broad shoulders and sharp jaw. He was all she could think about, and the more she thought about him, the more she wanted him.

Would he want me?

They'd never really hooked up when Y/n was pregnant. Things were different then, more complicated, but Y/n didn't think Harry would be into her when she was significantly more round than usual. She didn't feel sexy or attractive, and she could only imagine Harry felt the same. They kissed and cuddled in bed, but since they found out she was pregnant, they didn't do much more than that. Y/n could only guess it was because she was showing now.

Later that afternoon, Y/n was in bed resting, the baby in her belly moving around a little too much to be comfortable. Simone was napping, and Harry was taking care of some things downstairs. Overall, it was a pretty relaxing day.

Minus the horniness, but Y/n tried to push that down.

She'd been doing a pretty good job of it until Harry burst into the room, sweaty and grimy and without a shirt, the article of clothing in question in his hands and covered in dirt and oil stains.

A flare of heat went straight to Y/n's cheeks as she subtly crossed one leg over the other, her stare zeroing in on her husband's chest. Before she could be caught, she blinked, meeting his gaze.

"What...What happened to you?"

"Your car needed an oil change," Harry said, as if that explained everything. "Might have run into some hiccups along the way, but it should be good to go."

It was enough to shake her from her lust-filled haze. "Why couldn't we just take it into the shop?"

Harry shrugged again as he headed for the bathroom, ditching his clothes as he went. Was he trying to kill me? you thought helplessly, your crossed legs doing nothing to soothe the ache between them.

"I did it. It's fine." Then the sound of the shower filled the bedroom, and steam slowly began to roll past the bathroom door. "The baby still kicking?"

His voice was echoey and faint, and Y/n didn't need much encouragement to imagine her husband all soapy and wet as he rinsed off. He didn't even invite her to join him. If this was what pregnancy did to her sex life, she was never getting pregnant again.

"Y—Yeah. A little."

"I'm sorry, Mama. You know, I read something about babies kicking at this stage. It..."

Y/n wanted to listen, but she just couldn't. She wanted him so bad she could barely think straight. And it frustrated her to no end that Harry probably didn't feel the same. He just breezed right past her when he came into their bedroom, barely even looked up as he shuffled into the bathroom for his shower. Every inch of her body was lined with need for him, and he...he just kept ignoring her.

Harry was still talking as he shuffled out of the bathroom, a towel slung low on his hips. The man standing before her was one big walking, talking tease—rivulets of water running over ridiculously prominent muscles, tattoos that she just wanted to touch, or kiss, or maybe lick, skin slightly pink from the shower, and that towel that seemed to be hanging onto him by a thread. If only she could just—

"Mama? Everything okay?"

Blushing, Y/n tried to pretend it wasn't taking everything in her to not jump him. "Yep. Perfect."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically. "You look a little flushed. Should I get you a cold towel—"

Y/n couldn't take it anymore. Unhindered by her baby bump, she sat up and surged forward, planting her hands firmly on Harry's shoulders and kissing him. To her surprise, he didn't recoil and instead rested one hand on her waist and one in her hair, pulling her closer to him.

His skin, still warm and a little damp from his shower, had never felt so delicious against hers. She wanted him to rip her clothes off, she wanted him to use a little force and push her back onto the bed, she wanted him to be rough with her. Tightening her grip, Y/n sunk her teeth into Harry's lip, hoping to get some kind of reaction from him.

"Mama, maybe we should—"

"Fuck, nevermind," she huffed, pushing Harry away from her. Falling back onto the bed, Y/n tried to make herself comfortable. She would've put her back to him and rested on her side, but her belly wouldn't have made that very possible.

"Y/n?"

"Go away."

"Baby, what—what's wrong? I just—"

Y/n, who had been pointedly not looking at Harry, glared harshly at him. "I get it. You find me repulsive now that I'm pregnant, which, can I just say is despicable—"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, confusion furrowing his brow.

Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Y/n wrapped her arms around herself. "You won't—I mean you haven't—Okay, I'm just gonna say it. I'm horny all the fucking time, and you're—you barely even touch me!"

"That's not—" Harry sighed, running a hand over his face. "That's not even remotely true, Mama."

"Don't Mama me," Y/n said, not believing him entirely.

"Let's get one thing clear, Y/n. I don't find you repulsive," Harry said, inching closer to Y/n on the bed. "I—I don't even think that's possible."

"Then why won't you have sex with me?" Y/n asked, and when he began to laugh, she swatted at his arm. "Don't laugh at me! You don't get it!"

Before she could even think to protest, Harry hauled Y/n on his lap. She tried to stubbornly push him off, but he held her steady, on hand tilting her chin to look at him. "I've been worried about the baby."

"Huh?"

"The baby, darling. I didn't want to, like, hurt you or her or anything by, you know...going too hard." Harry's cheeks flushed, but he pressed on. "You really thought it was because I didn't want to be with you."

Y/n's nod was shame-filled at the hurt in his voice. "I can barely get you to wrap your arms around me, and these hormones are driving me absolutely insane, H."

Gently, Harry kissed the top of his wife's cheekbone. Smoothing back some of her hair, he said, "You honestly think I could resist you, Mama? It's been torture."

"Yeah?"

"Baby," he said, leaning Y/n back toward the bed. "You really think you're not an absolute dream right now? You think I don't want my mouth all over these gorgeous tits? You think I don't want my hands all over you? You think I'm not aching for you all the time?"

"I didn't think—"

"If you think for one second that I don't find you irresistible, then I'm a terrible husband." Harry made sure Y/n was comfortable against the pillows before kissing her once, then pushed the t-shirt she wore past her chest. "I'm sorry, Mama. I've just been looking out for the baby, I swear. Let me make it up to you?"

"H—How?"

"We'll be gentle. For now," he added at Y/n's squawk of protest. "I really don't want to do anything wrong, so let me just love on you, okay? Let me show you how fucking breathtaking you are."

Harry kissed a line down Y/n's entire body, and she struggled to keep it together when he made it to her thighs. Her breaths suddenly became unsteady, Harry's chuckle making her squirm when he finally moved her underwear aside.

Before he went any further, though, Y/n called his name, making him pause. "You really think I'm beautiful. Even with the belly?"

Eyes softening, Harry shimmied back up the bed to kiss Y/n on the lips. His mouth was soft against hers, but firm, a promise in them that she accepted happily. Harry's tongue was both familiar and reassuring against hers, warming her up from within.

"Believe me when I say that I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you, Y/n," he murmured. "I'm sorry I made you feel otherwise."

Blushing, Y/n beamed before kissing Harry repeatedly all over his face. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she said. "Now I really need you to fuck me."

Chuckling, Harry pushed his hair out of his face. "Let's start with make love, okay?"

Y/n wanted to pout, but she knew that was perhaps the safest option. It was sensible of Harry to look out for the baby, but now he had some making up to do. So she nodded and settled further into the pillows, kissing her husband once more before letting him worship her.

*.*

Maeve and Julian

"Just like that, Mama. That's perfect!"

Raising an eyebrow at her husband, she asked, "Are you even taking pictures of my face?"

Harry peeked his head from behind the camera. "Well...not right now, but this shot is perfect, I promise. Just a couple more seconds."

Y/n humored Harry just as he asked. He'd been really set on doing an at-home pregnancy photoshoot. Nothing extravagant, just her in a pair of jeans and a bouquet of flowers. Y/n of course said yes, but perhaps she was a tiny bit incentivized by a bubble bath and a back rub from her husband.

She tried to remain still, but then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement. "Simone! Easy!"

Harry looked over to his daughter. Simone played on the lawn where Harry decided the photoshoot would take place, spinning around and around in circles until she fell down in a heap of giggles. The second time she'd done it made Y/n nervous Simone would make herself sick, but Harry put a hand up to keep her where he wanted her.

"Come here, peanut! Let's take a picture with mummy," he called out, beckoning Simone over.

Simone rushed over, face flushed and eyes bright. She looked so much like Harry in that moment—big, squinty eyes, cheeky smile, crinkled nose—that Y/n nearly did a double take.

Setting down the bouquet of flowers, Y/n quickly shrugged on the loose robe she'd worn before Harry insisted on her taking it off. It was light and airy, perfect for the hot flashes she got on occasion, and perfect for what she imagined Harry had in mind until he told her his idea.

"Just trust the vision, Mama, he'd said before offering to untie the strings himself.

Once it was on, she reached for Simone and hoisted her up. Y/n ignored her husband's warning, opting to kiss her daughter's cheek instead. It was so important to Y/n that Simone didn't feel left out or upset about a new sibling when Y/n and Harry found out they were pregnant with Collette.

So far Simone had been positive about having another baby sister in the house, but Y/n was still cautious, still conscious of her oldest daughter's feelings now that she was pregnant again. And baby bump seemed to be growing bigger by the day, and she wanted to hold and cuddle and play with her daughter as much as she could before she couldn't do much more than waddle around.

"I'm sitting on the babies!" Simone giggled, making Y/n laugh too. Harry had stopped his protests, which told Y/n that he was back to snapping his pictures.

"What do you think, little melon? Should we get baby Collette in the picture too?" Y/n asked after Harry had snapped photos from a few different angles.

"Will you at least sit down?" Harry asked, exasperated by Y/n trying to overexert herself.

"You worry too much," she told him, but did as he asked anyway after taking Simone from her bouncer.

Collette nestled against Y/n immediately, her little cheek squished and lips puffed out as she rested on her mother's chest. Simone stood over Y/n and Collette, peering down at her sister's face curiously.

"She's sleepy, Mommy," she said, reaching down to gently hold Collette's hand.

"Yeah, it's almost nap time," Y/n told Simone. Then, to Harry, "How are we doing, Daddy? Collette's going down and I have to pump."

"Go ahead and put her down. Simone and I will play for a little bit, won't we, peanut? Maybe take a couple more pictures?"

"Yeah!"

Simone was always game for anything Harry suggested, as if each word that came from her father's mouth was pure gold. Y/n admired how much she loved her dad, but sometimes they could be a troublesome duo, Simone asking for something and Harry giving in without a thought.

After Harry trotted over to help Y/n to her feet, she shuffled inside, heading up to the nursery to lay Collette down for a nap. She planned to set Collette down in her crib, but something made her head for the rocking chair in the opposite corner of the room instead. Settling herself down with the baby, Y/n began to rock back and forth, humming idly as she waited for Collette's eyes to close.

It didn't take long, but Y/n kept on holding her daughter anyway, content to rock back and forth and rest her legs after the trek up the stairs. She'd never admit it to Harry, but being pregnant with two babies instead of one this time around was taking a toll on her much sooner than her other pregnancies. Her husband was already a mother hen when Y/n was pregnant, she didn't need to add fuel to that well-kept fire.

"Isn't that a sight."

Looking up, Y/n found Harry at the foot of the nursery, looking at where Collette slept soundly against her bare chest. Y/n had undone her robe once more for skin-to-skin contact with the baby, something she liked to do when she was alone. It made her feel more connected to Collette somehow, and she found that Collette fell asleep easier that way. It was a lazy afternoon, there wasn't much Y/n needed to worry about—it honestly felt pretty perfect.

"She sleeps better this way," Y/n said by way of explanation.

"I believe it," Harry replied, a mischievous twinkle in his eye that Y/n pointedly ignored.

"Where's Simone?" Y/n asked, still rocking.

Harry gestured behind him with his camera. "Downstairs watching a show. We agreed on two episodes before bathtime."

Y/n raised an amused brow at their daughter's negotiation tactics, but decided not to comment on it. "I'll come down in a bit. I still need to put her down and pump."

Grinning, Harry said, "You couldn't get out of that chair, could you?"

"It's a comfortable chair," Y/n said with a shrug, not wanting to let her husband know he was spot on.

"Oh, I know," he said. "I've fallen asleep in that thing more times than I care to admit."

Coming into the room, Harry carefully took Collette from Y/n, kissing her head before laying her down in the crib. Once she was settled and Y/n's clothes were righted once more, Harry reached a hand down to her. She let him help her up, even let him tie up her robe again, resigned to his fussing.

"You need to take it easy. The doctor said early labor is common with twins."

"I know, I am," Y/n reassured. "How can I do anything but take it easy when I have my own personal nurse?"

Harry looked at his wife flatly. "Ha. Ha. Now get your cute butt to our room so you can pump and then help me with bathtime."

"Simone's really quite reasonable—"

"She insists that I do it wrong," Harry said, genuinely confused by his daughter's antics.

Kissing his cheek, Y/n checked on the baby monitor once before leaving the nursery. "I'll be as quick as I can, then I'll show you how it's done."

Harry followed her out, heading for the stairs while Y/n went to their room. "Mum of the year!" he said before jogging down to Simone.

Too right, Y/n thought, a smile spreading across her face.

*.*

Geneva

"Mommy?"

"Yeah, babydoll?"

"How does baby sister get in your belly?"

Y/n's eyes widened as she looked down at where Maeve was pressed against her side. They were relaxing by the pool, watching from the shade as Harry tossed the other kids and splashed around in the shallow end. Maeve had joined in on the fun before, but she'd waded out of the pool a few minutes ago for a break from the sun. Her little cheeks were red, long brown hair stringy from the chlorine. Y/n brushed Maeve's hair away from her face as she tried to come up with an answer. Coming up short, she rested her hand on her protruding belly.

"Why are you asking Maevie?"

"Daddy said baby sister is in your belly," Maeve said, poking Y/n's baby bump with a sun-warmed finger. "But how did it get there?"

"You know...that's a great question," Y/n said, raising her hand to shade her eyes as she looked over to where Harry was waist-deep in the pool. His dark hair was plastered to his neck and shoulders in a curly tangle, water droplets glistening on his tan skin.

To this day, Harry was still the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on. Now that they were stuck at home, he took his brief moments of alone time in the form of working out, but only after baking had gained him a few pounds. Y/n never minded, she loved his body any which way it looked.

Eyes dipping down to his waist and below, she definitely couldn't hide how much she appreciated his body now.

"Mommy!"

Shaking herself out of her stupor, she looked down at Maeve, who was clearly determined to get to the bottom of the baby in her mom's belly.

"Right. Sorry babydoll." Y/n hoisted Maeve onto her lap. "Mommy and Daddy...love each other so much. So...when mommies and daddies love each other, they...make a wish on a shooting star...for a baby."

"Really?"

Y/n tried not to laugh at her own ridiculous response as she nodded. "Of course. And then our wish came true, and in a few months, we'll have baby sister."

"Oh." Maeve seemed to think about it for a moment, a small finger on Y/n's belly. "And you wished for me and JuJu too?"

Y/n nodded, holding Maeve's cheeks in her hands. "Absolutely. We wished so hard we got twins!"

Maeve scampered back to the pool a few minutes later, calling out to Harry to help her put on her water wings so she could jump in the pool. Content to watch all the fun from her lounge chair, Y/n stayed back, smiling faintly at all the giggles and squeals of joy as Harry repeatedly tossed one child after another into the pool.

Now alone, she thought about Maeve's question a little more in-depth. As far as she and Harry were concerned, they were done having kids after the twins. Four kids was just the right amount of chaos, and things were finally getting back to normal—or as normal as they could be amid a global lockdown—after the separation.

Not that anyone else in their family seemed to be, but Y/n and Harry were surprised to find out she was pregnant again. At the time. Of course, in hindsight, there was a night when Harry and Y/n couldn't keep off each other. It had been after the first night they'd really spent together as a couple again, and after that, it was as if a dam had broken and Y/n and Harry were reliving their honeymoon phase.

But surprised as they were, they took it in stride. Both of them were nervous about Y/n having a baby in such serious circumstances, but they would take the proper precautions to ensure her and the baby's safety. They were ready for this, ready to do it all again.

"You know Maeve asked me where babies come from today?" Y/n asked later in the evening.

Everyone except for her and Harry were fast asleep, tuckered out from a long day of playing in the sun. Harry had just come back from tucking the twins in and singing them a song like he always did, and now he and Y/n were side by side in their shared bathroom as they got ready for bed.

"Did she? Wait—Can you help me?" Harry asked, gesturing to his red shoulders and back.

Y/n picked up the aloe lotion she kept around just for this reason and squeezed some into her hand and began spreading it over her husband's back. "Not in those words, but she asked how her baby sister ended up in my belly."

"We've never gotten that question, have we?" he mused. "What did you say?"

"That we wished on a shooting star," Y/n shrugged, then explained her short conversation with their daughter about how babies ended up in bellies.

Harry became quiet for a moment. He'd been listening as she rubbed lotion onto his shoulders, but this was different. No one else would've been able to notice his subtle change in demeanor, but Y/n did. She'd known him long enough to read every shift of his posture and line of his body.

"What is it?" she asked, turning him around to face her.

"I just...I just barely stopped short of wishing on stars to have all this again."

Things didn't immediately go back to normal when Harry moved back in. Y/n put on a good front for the sake of the kids, but it was awkward. Neither of them knew how to act around each other, and it took a few weeks for Y/n to trust that Harry was back for good. Even when they had to quarantine, she worried he'd check out, turn to his music for peace of mind. Harry knew all of his wife's reservations, of course, and he didn't blame her for having them. He'd left, that was a choice he made. At the time, he'd done what he thought was best for his family, but he knew now that he only put more distance between himself and his kids, his wife, and he'd regret every minute they spent apart for a long time.

"I love you, H," Y/n said, cupping his cheek in her hand. It was scratchy under her palm, as Harry had taken to being more lax about shaving during lockdown. "I—We would not be...here if I didn't want this, all of this, with you. You know that, don't you?"

He nodded, eyes closing for just a moment. Harry knew he would've been spending his days in a guest bedroom if Y/n wanted that from him. But they worked past their issues, were still working on them, in some ways.

"I know," he promised. "It just hits me sometimes how lucky I am to have you. Not just as a wife and mother, but you, Y/n. I can't—I couldn't handle a single moment without you."

Looking away, Y/n fanned her face, blushing furiously at the tears that welled in her eyes. "You know I get emotional at the drop of a hat, you ass."

Harry merely smiled, letting the somber moment pass. Taking her hands in his, he led her out of the bathroom. "Doesn't make what I said any less true."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n said, "Whatever. Let's go back to talking about how you played mermaids for two whole hours with Simone and Collette."

"I still don't really get it," Harry said, pulling back the fluffy comforter of their bed back. "The girls changed the color of their tails every two minutes. And why does a mermaid need to control fire? Talking to animals I get, but what good is fire underwater?"

Harry looked genuinely perplexed, but Y/n could only laugh. Her husband indulged in almost every one of his daughters' whims, and games where he had to pretend to be a mythical creature was no different. She wouldn't be surprised if packages filled with mermaid paraphernalia arrived in the mail within the next few days so that everyone could really get into character.

She didn't think it often, but right then, Y/n wondered what people would make of the Harry Styles pondering the continuity of his daughters' favorite pool game.

*.*

Natalia

Harry: At the grocery store. Need anything?

Y/n: Your dick, please.

Harry: So...is that in the same aisle as the condoms or...?

Y/n: Don't be mean. I need you.

Harry: That's why I'm going to the store, baby. You asked me to pick up snacks for you this morning for your cravings.

Y/n: I changed my mind. The kids are napping and/or playing in their rooms and/or watching tv.

Y/n: Come fuck me.

Y/n: Please???

Harry: As soon as I get home I'm all yours, baby. I promise.

Y/n sent an image

Y/n: You're really saying no?

Harry: Mama...

Harry: That's from the pregnancy shoot we did.

Y/n: Ass. I'm putting my clothes back on.

Harry: Don't you dare.

Harry: You really want me to abandon the cart? I was just grabbing the pizza bagels you liked.

Y/n is typing...

Y/n: Get the pizza bagels. THEN come home and fuck me.

Harry: Got it. Get ready for me, Mama.

Y/n: !!!

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Hello Alin! I hope you're fine! Can I request TR boys (Mikey, Draken, Izana, Haitani brothers and Shuji) as s/o ends up hurt and pass out and boys think s/o's dead and go into despair and s/o only wake up in the hospital but the boys are not there because they are taking their anger/sadness out on something (or someone pfff) and they left someone with s/o to call them if something happened and... Happened? Angst to fluff pls

a/n : okay let's *cracks fingers* do this

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izana kukorawa

he couldn't blame you couldn't he? as he held your hand in the ambulance, he thought could've he avoided this? as you were admitted into the emergency unit, he stood there alone with his thoughts again and he grew frustrated. he also needed medical help as he fought with mikey prior the accident but he was a fool for not noticing kisaki's plans. the bullet was meant for him, not you and now you were the one paying the price. izana couldn't be more sorrow. he left the hospital to calm down his emotions that were growing. plus he doesn't want to face anyone when they're gonna announce you.. dead. however, the next morning you finally woke up with a sore shoulder but you survived. your eyes were wild, searching for izana and instantly asked the nurse assistance to reach the public phone. back at tenjiku's hideout, izana kept thrashing the place and tearing everything down. he throws everything he could reach and it has been hours since he started it. kakucho and the others couldn't stop him, fearing the tenjiku's strongest would grow angrier. the phone rang and izana picked it up with a huff. "what?!" "izana? are you okay? where are you?" the moment he recognized your voice, strained but that voice he missed so much he dropped everything and ran to the hospital. arriving at the hospital he hugged you when he saw you at the vending machine. he nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck and held your face. he aggressively kissed you all while crying again. "you made it! you made it love!" "im sorry i made you worried" "it's alright love, most important you're here with me. i don't care about anything else. gosh i love you so much" he said while hugging you tightly again, not letting go.

manjiro sano

he struggled to keep his tears at bay, the night at the festival was hectic as they were ambushed by valhalla. kenchin got stabbed with other division members got injured as well. his loved ones were at the verge of death and he couldn't do anything about it, which made him feel helpless. when nurse and doctors announced kenchin was going to make it but yours hasn't, he grew restless. you had lost significant blood due to being beaten up by valhalla members. just because the invincible mikey's your boyfriend. mikey leaned towards a wall, sliding down as the tears he kept at bay now were streaming down nonstop. he grew sad but soon sad became anger. he stood up and punched the wall, his knuckles now bloody. he wasn't satisfied so he went outside and punched the road light pole while crying again. he kicked everything which was on his sight, frustrated that you might not survive this accident. meanwhile back at the hospital, your doctor that was examining you finally came out and told the members there that you need tons of rest however you demanded to see manjiro. the others were frantically looking for mikey, confused as where he went. as takemichi went outside, he saw mikey punching the wall at the parking lot and screamed his name "mikey kun! y/n chan wants to see you!" mikey thinks that was the fastest he ran in a long time and when he barged into your room, you were extending your arms to hug him. he hugs you while silently hiccuping. "were.. you crying.. manjiro?" you asked slowly as your energy was drained. mikey nodded and looked at you with puffy eyes, him feeling guilty as ever. "would you make it y/n?" you smiled a bit "of course i would manjiro, anything for you" mikey hugged you again, this time his tears were heard by his members outside the room.

ken ryuguji

draken was on rampage. one of his victims of the rampage was probably takeomi and takemichi the two accepted the blows he gave. "draken stop! this was my fault" senju tried stopping his punches. draken shrugged her, keeping the punches now even harder. he was angry, no, he was furious. it was honestly his fault, he saw the shooter who tried to shoot takemichi and senju however that very moment you accidently took the bullet without you knowing. you collapsed, in front of draken, takemichi and senju. draken felt worthless, he should've at least pulled you to dodge the bullet but no. he was too slow and was too late. he has left the hospital long ago, leaving some brahman members to guard the doors so when the nurse gestured one of them that you survived the lethal bullet they were frantic to find draken. they found him though, him putting takeomi in a chokehold while his feet was on takemichi's face. "y/n's awake!" draken pushed everyone, including the nurse to see your condition and hugged you so tight, you wincing as he accidentally pressed on the wound. "gosh ken, what's with the frown hm?" he looked at you lovingly, when you smiled weakly at him. he couldn't uttered a word, maybe he would say sorry to the two but for now all that matters is you made it, safe and sound.

rindou haitani

rindou should've seen this coming. he was already worried when he sees you not at home but when you didn't answered any of his calls or his messages his anxiety went through the roof. he was panicking looking for any sight of your very presence until he saw you. in front of him. bloody. unconscious. alone in a cold, dark alley. he lifted your limp body after checking your pulse, he didn't sense any. he lifted you either way and walked to the hospital. his eyes were red from crying and sobbing, his mouth kept muttering words of comfort as if you could hear him. "we're almost there baby, stay with me okay?" "please stay with me.. please" a nurse rushed to take your body to the emergency ward and rindou fell to the ground, having no strength in his legs left. he already called his brother to retrieve some footage at the area so he could beat up the person real good that harmed you. he has left the hospital when ran said he found them so he spent a decent time teaching them a lesson, all the memories of you all bloody left to die in the alley made his punches more harder. his ears went deaf as his punches never stopped. until one of his members touched his shoulder that he snapped out from it. the gang was on the floor, drowning in their own blood. "ran said y/n's awake, you go. we'll dump these guys somewhere" rindou washed his hands that had blood on them and went to hospital. there he walked pass ran and went to hug you after the nurse allowed him to. he kept his composure, not wanting to scare you anymore. "don't worry, you're safe here with me. i'll make sure no one touches you again" and he did.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #izana angst #izana x reader #tokyo revengers mikey #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #mikey angst #draken tokyo revengers #ken ryuguji #draken x reader #haitani rindou x reader #rindou haitani #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou angst

[terrence-silver]

Imagining high school sweetheart!beloved and Terry getting married before he gets shipped off to war and Beloved always sending letters to Terry while he’s away

Bonus: Terry comes back home after the war and finds Beloved’s unsent letters to him that were written when he was M.I.A. and sees how worried she was about him

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I feel nobody would believe Twig is married because he's, well...Twig!

He's so young! So shy! So wide eyed! Scrawny! The idea of Privates infinitely more experienced and worldly than him only just being in the stage of sharing correspondence back home with their respective sweethearts and go-steady girlfriends while this kid here is already legally married is straight out of the Twilight Zone for most of his fellow soldiers who immediately wrote him off as a sore loser, perhaps with the rare exception of John Kreese who stands up for him and defends him when he's teased and called a liar who just about invented a full-blown Missus for himself to seem cool and less of a wimp in the eyes of everyone else, the letters he receives from beloved deemed fabricated one way or another even though they're actually entirely legitimate, the parcels bearing the seal of the military mail, arriving the same as everyone else's packages do.

''Did your momma write those?''

Someone might cruelly jest right before Kreese gives them a look, telling them to step off.

Gets slightly worse during POW captivity. All the members of Twig's platoon are in the same mess but it doesn't prevent in-fighting and the day-to-day cruelty and microaggressions from continuing even inside of a cage when validly, once communications are entirely cut off and they're trapped deep in enemy territory, there is no way for beloved's letters or anyone's as for that matter to come in and circulate, and the soldiers and even Twig's own Commanding Officer Turner never let him forget that like he's somehow to blame (And in their mind's eye, he is. They feel he's got them all captured through his negligence and incompetence. There will be payback for that. If the Vietcong don't do him in, his own will. For all Turner cares, Terry Silver got them here and pray to God, in the following weeks, he'll make this kid's life so difficult in this cage he'll wish the Vietcong ended him day one, bullet to the brain, same as Ponytail and what better way to utilize psychological warfare than to use the boy's own spouse against him the way he later tries with John and Betsy), finding it an apt pastime to pester one of their own even when facing death, torture and execution from the Vietcong that captured them. It's easier in a weird and very sick sense; poking and prodding at the weakest link in the hierarchy of things to better endure the gravity of the situation and just forget for a while.

You do some pretty awful things under duress.

''Guess the love letters stopped now, eh, Twig?'' Turner mocks.

''Momma back home ran out of ink?''

The older man laughs into his own chin as Twig scoots further back against the bamboo bars of their shared jail, missing beloved so badly he can feel the ache of it in his bones, loathing the fact he has no control of anything going on and John Kreese, witnessing the sight and having stood up for his friend countless times vows that one of these days, he's gonna give their Commanding Officer a piece of his mind even if he ends up court martialed for it after they're released seeing as how John can vouch that if the other soldiers are boneheads Captain Turner has enough intel on his own men to know for a fact Twig never lied and that he is in fact married back home. That beloved's real the same way his Betsy is real. Man has no excuse for the hell he's putting Twig through just because he can. John gets his chance to retaliate for the abuse a few weeks later once the Vietcong force them to fight over an open pit of snakes.

As for Twig?

Once they're rescued from the POW camp, he is finally reunited with the stack of letters beloved's been sending him back at base and it's like being reunited with a missing limb. When he gets home, beloved gives him a package of unsent mail just around the time he was captured and gone missing. Everything he's been made fun of entirely real and genuine; not one word of it a lie or made up. Everything right there, in black and white, written down with beloved's own pen. Every bit of concern. Fear. Care. Of course, it only serves to turn him a little more...well...Terry Silver as we know him. No point in being truthful if he won't be believed anyway, even when he is. Might as well fabricated. Might as well manipulate. Everyone who ever laughed at him died. And he's here. He survived. He is loved. He's won. And he'll keep winning and winning.

He hugs the stack of letters and beloved close to his chest with a vice grip.

The first seeds of something very dark have long been sown.

#high school sweetheart!beloved #terry silver #terry silver twig #twig terry silver #tw; vietnam #tw; soldiers #tw; military life #letters #tw; pow captivity #tw; vietnam war #john kreese #captain george turner #captain turner #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #fluff #dark fluff #angst #ponytail

[angelltheninth]

Arcane Men + Morning Wood

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, morning wood, awkward boners, grinding, blowjob, naked cuddling, handjob, cold showers, teasing, coming in pants, dirty talk, praise, degradation

A/N: Don't you just hate it when this awkward problem happens and there's no one to help you? Well these men don't lmao.

Viktor grinds on you quite often so it's not surprising that he'd get a boner early in the morning. Normally it would be taken care of before you even woke up but well, even he can oversleep at times.

He thought he was having a really nice dream when he first opened his eyes and was met with the sight of your hand pumping his cock up and down. He treated it like he would any other wet dream too, until he realized that it was real and was then flustered but past the point of stopping because his cock was already painfully throbbing in your hand.

"Go faster darling, you know how I like it. I never tire of seeing my cock in your hand, feels so much better then my own, softer too. And this early in the morning as well, I'm a very lucky man. I've had this dream many times before now but this time it's... it's not a dream? Oh! I... I do have dreams like this yes, naturally but I never brought it up because... alright, alright, I get it, I'll shut up and enjoy the show."

Jayce likes to sleep with you on top of him so you can imagine the embarrassment when he wakes up with his hard cock poking at you and a stain already forming at the front.

He asks you to forget about it, he'll take care of it, you're gonna be late for work anyway, and there's no time for... and you're already taking his boxers of and licking his cock. His face has an expression of awe, all this time he thought he'd already seen the most beautiful sights in the world, now he has another one to add: looking down at you with your mouth full of his cock, the early morning ray's shining down on you like a halo. Breathtaking.

"Babe... I can explain... well actually I can't. Uhm, it just kinda happens sometimes you know. What am I saying of course you know! Fuck, look forget about it let's just go, we'll be late. You can make it quick? What do you mean by that? Right now? Of course I wanna! How-how quick can you make it?"

Silco usually wakes up early waits until it goes away, there's no reason to wake you up too just because he's a little excited. Very excited but still.

He wasn't gonna deny that he's horny when you did notice it, you already know the effect you have on him. When you offered a blowjob at first he was hesitant because he wanted to return the favor. The moment your lips touched the tip of his cock his arguments faded away, his hand on the back of your head to guide your pace. He was never good at denying you.

"I want to take care of you too darling. Surely you're not saying no to that now, you were screaming last night. You... ah... that is... a good argument. Slower, take it in deeper. Good work. This is why you're my partner. That talented mouth can make anyone do anything you want them too. Of course, you only do this for me, I'll repay you later just you wait."

Vander can hardly keep down his grunts and growls as he tosses the covers off and sees you practically choking on his cock first thing in the morning.

Don't get him wrong he's grateful for that you're taking care of him but he wasn't aware that he was going at you that roughly even in his sleep. He can go slower if you... oh you want it harder? Yeah? Well don't blame him for your sore throat then. He won't neglect you either, as soon as you're done with him he'll push you down on his cock and fuck you, even if he's half hard it doesn't take much for him to be fully erect when you're concirned.

"You should have said something darlin. I'm sorry I didn't notice, I was dreamin you see. It was a wonderful dream. Not as good as the real thing though. I'll always prefer the real thing. You will too? You dirty girl, of course you will. Harder? I can but are you sure? Alright, but you will be sore after. Small price to pay? I love when you get all slutty on me like this."

Ekko is a little bit embarrassed, your relationship still new after all and he doesn't want to give you the impression that sex is all he thinks about when he's with you.

Cuddles are some of his favorite things in the world, especially early in the morning and well, he likes to take all the clothes off for it too. He's hesitant due to him having a hard on, damn did he have nothing to worry about, you're fucking soaked just from the sight of him like that. His cock is hot and throbbing between your pussy lips as you grind against him, urging him to come.

"Not gonna lie to you Firefly, this is a little embarrassing for me. I can go take care of this real fast yeah? No? Heh, wanna give me a hand then? Or maybe more than your hand. Wait... really? Fuck, already so wet, I'm guessing you had some nice dreams too. Let me make them come true."

Marcus usually takes a long cold shower to take care of himself in the morning. He's very good at waking up before you so he can come back into bed and have a few more minutes with you.

He was really surprised when he came back to bed and you were already awake, not only that but also opening your legs for him to come closer. You're gonna have to make it fast, he's still a little cold but you'll warm him right up, his whole body, his heart as well as his cock.

"What are you doing up already sweetheart? Did I leave the door open when I took a shower? I'm sorry I didn't notice. Do you want to cuddle a little before I leave for- you're naked? I just took a shower so I might feel a little cold. You think you can help me warm up again?"

Finn likes to stay inside of you, your pussy keeping his cock warm all night, so you always know when he's got morning wood. His hands always grab hold of your ass and pushes you against him.

The best way for him to start his day is by pounding your cunt open while you milk his cock dry. He'll never get tired of fucking you awake. If that could be what he does all day he wouldn't mind. Sadly he can't so he'll enjoy you whenever he has the time. Or maybe sometimes when is isn't supposed to. But hey, who's gonna stop the two of you from keeping your hands from each other?

"Still sleepy kitten? I can wake you up, you just stay there, I'll take care of you. You take such good care of my cock, I don't want anyone to say I'm not fucking you right back. There's that pretty expression, even this early you look so well fucked. You're getting my cock so wet like a good cockslut."

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane smut #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #silco x reader #vander x reader #ekko x reader #marcus x reader #finn x reader #viktor #jayce talis #jayce talis x reader #silco #vander #ekko #marcus #finn #league of leguends #league of legends x reader #league of legends smut #arcane headcanon #arcane imagines

[yanderes-galore]

Could I get Yandere conpect of Olivia (fear and hunger 2)?

I can try, yeah. Olivia just seems so kind out of all the contestants so I don't expect this to be that long, hope you enjoy!

Yandere! Olivia Haas Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Drugging, Deception, Mentioned possibilities of murder/Just murder, Manipulation, Kidnapping mentioned, Forced companionship, Restraints, OOC probably.

Out of all of the contestants in Fear and Hunger 2, Olivia is one who isn't really a threat.

She's a sight for sore eyes and is one of the kindest of the characters.

Olivia is also skilled in botany, she knows just what herbs do what.

Which can be useful... and an issue.

I feel Olivia's worst trait as a yandere would be her botany knowledge.

If she felt she should make a concoction to drug you she could.

Be it to make you docile with a subtle high or out cold... depends on what she needs.

I feel that would be Olivia's worst issue.

Other than that Olivia isn't very harmful.

The only time she'd be a threat is if she drugged and lured a rival to kill with her knife or a gun she found.

Using her kind nature to be deceptive does seem like something she could do.

Drugging and deception would be the worst she could do.

She isn't sadistic or hostile, she's nice and wants to help her fellow contestants.

Olivia no doubt gets close to you when you're a fellow contestant.

Maybe you even help her by finding a wheelchair to help and recruit her.

She tries her best to be a big help to you too.

She's insecure due to her disability but can still be a valuable asset to your team.

In terms of the time of yandere she'd be, she's relatively tame.

Jealousy could brew within her but she rarely takes it out on anyone.

However, the festival certainly alters her restraint.

Maybe the festival even makes her yandere, that could be an interesting factor to explore when it comes to F&H 2 yanderes.

She isn't sure why she has such an obsessive attraction to you or why she wants to kill other contestants for you.

The festival certainly works in strange ways.

I feel normally outside of the events of Termina, Olivia would not be yandere.

The festival would be the factor that changes her.

That's when she has this need to keep you to herself.

Her attraction probably leans romantic in the end, but platonic would work with her too.

Supernatural forces push the poor botanist to doing horrific acts.

In that case... could you blame her for giving in and getting rid of a contestant or two for you?

Isn't that why you're all here?

To kill each other?

But not to worry, Olivia would never kill you even if the voices encouraged it.

If anything she feels drawn to you....

Is it simply because you helped her, or is there more to it?

Olivia wants to justify her feelings, yet in the end her goal is still the same.

She wants you to herself... even if you'll both die at the end of the three days.

In fact, if your fate's the same in the end, why doesn’t she indulge?

Sure, call her monster for what she's done.

She may have killed for you, drugged you and restrained you on the train while you were out...

But she's covered.

She'll say to the others you could've been a threat!

Plus, if say she's a monster... what difference does it make?

You'll both become Moonscorched in the end.

So why not make the best of things?

She'll provide you company until the inevitable happens, because she's certainly not going to kill you... she just cares too much.

#yandere fear and hunger #yandere fear and hunger 2 #yandere fear and hunger olivia #yandere olivia haas

[torntoblivion]

second part of giving scaramouche what he desires the most

hope you like it <3 @ilumination

note: reader has a vision and is a healer

3.2 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS BELOW!

you could only give scaramouche a small smile in return, not wanting to ruin the one time he was actually polite to someone. though you had to ruin it at some point because nahida and traveler could be back in any moment.

the consequences of your action finally dawns upon you, you had betrayed not only nahida and traveler but the people of sumeru. you would no doubt be either severely punished or banished from sumeru, leaving you all alone with no place to stay.

before you could fall to your knees and start crying in fear, a firm hand grasps your forearm and guides you outside. your eyes widen in surprise that scaramouche is already up and moving fast despite his injuries but the most surprising thing is that he's taking you with him.

"follow my lead, i'm not done with you."

you conclude that it's better to go down with him than go down alone so you only nod and let him drag you outside. he's moving so fast that you can't tell where he's taking you, thankfully due to the night time the streets are empty and nobody is there to spot you two.

scaramouche finally stops when you two reach to port ormos' harbor, a dozen of fatui soldiers instantly rush to scaramouche at the sight of his injuries but he's quick to order them to get a boat ready immediately. within minutes, fatui soldiers prepare a boat ready to sail. you're amazed that they could get a boat ready this quickly, you can't tell if it's scaramouche's influence or their skills.

scaramouche gently nudges you forward to the boat as the two of you settle in before slowly taking off. you look back in fear and sadness; in fear that someone will follow you, sadness that you're leaving your home possibly forever.

scaramouche clears his throat to get your attention, you turn around to face him; he's sitting in front of you, the light of the lantern illuminating his beautiful features. it's obvious that he was literally created by an archon; his violet eyes, soft looking hair, perfect features...

"why did you do it?"

the question snaps you out of your daze, you blink a few times before looking away. even you don't know why exactly you helped him, there was no solid reason. maybe you felt like it? maybe you felt sorry for him?

"i'm not exactly sure myself, i just figured you had every right to have that gnosis."

your answer makes scaramouche narrow his eyes a little but his eyes don't have that bite it used to. he's not looking at you with disgust anymore so that's a start.

"what you did back there was wrong but i don't blame you. anyone would have done the exact same thing if they went through what you did."

you continue when he doesn't say anything. scaramouche scoffs at you but you can see the pain his eyes.

"you act as if you know me, know who i am. what would you know about what i went through?"

he's trying so hard to hide his emotions, it's just a matter of time his cold facade will break, especially after his horrific defeat.

you pick up a cloth and a small bucket of water nearby then dip the cloth in the water before leaning forward to gently dab at his bloody nose. scaramouche flinches a little at your touch but is quick to relax when he realizes what you're doing.

"you're right, i don't know you even though i heard a thing or two about you but i would like to get to know you, the you underneath this harsh exterior. to see if it was worth abandoning my life for you."

after cleaning his nose; you softly wipe the dirt off his body, apologizing quietly when you touch a sore spot. scaramouche surprised you once again by letting you help him, let alone touch him. you figure it's because he's exhausted and injured.

the two of you sit in silence as you continue cleaning him up, the silence is not uncomfortable at all. it's peaceful, just the sounds of the gentle waves and your breathing.

from being in his personal space, you can see the faint pink on his cheeks. you have to admit that it's quite adorable that he's flustered from this, which tells you that he probably hasn't received any gentle touch in years.

once you're done cleaning him up, with the aid of your vision you start healing him. despite not being human, it's still impressive that he could run around with injuries like this. scaramouche even gestures his injuries for you to heal them, not only allowing you to help him but also guiding you which is once again unexpected from him.

after you finish healing him, you sit back and observe scaramouche a little. he still has a blank expression on his gorgeous face yet the softness in his eyes and the light blush on his cheeks are present.

"you're unbelievable, you sacrifice your life for someone like me then heal me after everything i've done. just what is going on inside your head?"

another question you don't have a clear answer for; it's expected though, you would be confused as well. without thinking, you give him the answer from your heart, not your head.

"if you use your power for the best, become a god i can stand with, i will devote myself to you. i will help you in everything i can, i will be your number one supporter. like i've said before, you deserve it. if you ever doubt me remember that i sacrificed everything for you; my life, my home, my family, my friends because i believe that you are so much more than your past and mistakes."

#genshin impact #genshin impact hc #genshin impact hcs #genshin impact imagine #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fanfictions #genshin impact fanfiction #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x you #kunikuzushi x y/n #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer #wanderer x you #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x reader

[ninebluehearts]

hi! hope you're doing well. if its okay I'd like I'd like to request something where the reader is a student in jonathan levys class and he convinces them to not drop out please, can be platonic or romantic. thank you :))

Hello! I'm doing well, thank you for asking! How are you doing? 💕

Warnings: Hurt/comfort

There was something about this semester that was just rubbing you the wrong way. The first semester was easy; you loved all of your classes, you were getting decent sleep, everything seemed like a movie. But after the holidays and everything being so cold and dark, you just couldn't seem to fall back into your old routine.

Your therapist mentioned something about seasonal depression, but you barely even remember that session; you just couldn't seem to focus as well as you used to. Therefore making your grades suffer.. Even the Dean pulled you into her office and asked if everything was alright, mentioning how you were once a 'A+ average' and now it was rare for you to even get a 'B.'

You were sitting in the back of your philosophy class and though your eyes were fixed on the board, you couldn't seem to pay attention to any of the writing on it. This was especially unusual for you since this was your favorite class. Jonathan Levy's class.

Though it was forbidden, you couldn't help but at least day dream about the man. Could anyone really blame you? The way he adjusted his glasses whenever he was stressed, how he always licked his fingers before plucking your paper out of the stack of assignments and handing it to you, or especially how he always wore the most flattering outfits..

He was truly a sight for sore eyes.

And that was another reason you wanted to drop out. He already has an ex-wife and a kid and he was twice your age. There's no way you could keep coming to his class and pretending there wasn't any tension between the two of you. And that was what made things ten times harder; You knew he liked you back.

"Alright guys, that wraps up our unit on the history of modern philosophy. Make sure you review the unit's key points and study them well, because we have the unit test tomorrow." Jonathan put his hands up and sighed, listening to the chorus of groans filling his classroom.

You used to be annoyed when people would do that, but now you couldn't help but drop your hand into your hands and join them.

Jonathan handed out worksheets to all of the passing students. "You guys have got this. You've been working hard these past few weeks." But when he got to you, his smile dwindled. "Miss l/n, could you actually stay behind for a moment? I'd like to have a word with you."

You simply nodded, walking over to sit on top of one of the tables in the front of the classroom.

Once the last student walked out, Jonathan shut the door behind them, then made his way over to you. "So.." He began, leaning against the table, standing right next to you. "How are you doing?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "You?"

"I'm alright, thank you for asking. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about your last paper.." Jonathan adjusted his glasses before pulling a printed copy of your latest essay out from behind your assigned homework. "It's not bad. I'll start with that. You have the right idea, I just think that you could do a better job of conveying your ideas through your writing, ya know?"

"Mhm.." You hummed, not trusting your voice at the movement. It was getting hard trying to swallow around the lump of emotions in your throat. You really did try on that paper, but you will admit, it was rushed.

"I can even help you work on this and homework, if you'd like? I just don't want to test you on something you don't fully understand." Jonathan had set the papers down next to you, now standing up straight with his arms crossed, giving you his full attention.

Now's the time. You thought to yourself. But god, you really didn't want to disappoint him.

You cleared your throat, pushing yourself off of the table to stand face to face with him. "While that is very appreciated, Mr. Levy, it will not be necessary.. Considering that I will not be moving onto the next unit. Thank you for your time." You tried to grab the papers from the table, but Jonathan put his hand down on them, pausing your movements.

"What do you mean? Of course you're moving onto the next unit. You just need-"

"I don't think you understand, Mr. Levy-"

"Please, Jonathan." He said, then gestured for you to continue.

You breathed out a sigh, your shoulders sagging. "Right, Jonathan.. I don't think this whole college thing is for me. I'm gonna go home and focus on myself for while.. Maybe I'll come back in a year or two."

Jonathan stared at you for a long time, his eyes fixed on yours even if you wouldn't even look at his. "No."

"No?"

"No." Jonathan said simply, shrugging his shoulders before removing his glasses to clean the frames on his wool sweater. "I can't just let you quit. You'd never forgive yourself and quite frankly, I wouldn't either."

The tears you'd been holding back finally fell, making you turn your entire body away from him. "I've already made up my mind. I can't do this anymore." You bit down on your lower lip, trying to quiet your sobs.

Jonathan grabbed a tissue off of his desk then hooked his fingers under your chin, guiding your face up to meet his. "Hey." He mumbled, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his sweater. "It's gonna be okay. I don't want you to just give up. Let me help you." He held the tissue up to you, a small smile growing across his lips.

You knew what the tissue symbolized.

If you took it, you'd agree to stay. But if not.. Well, you honestly couldn't imagine a world without him in it. So, you took the tissue from him and blew your nose, shaking your head as you tossed the tissue into the trashcan. "I don't know if I can do it.." You mumbled, your eyes fixed on your shoes.

"Hey, come here." Jonathan wrapped his arms around your upper back, laying his head on top of yours. "I've got you."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, your face buried in his chest as you finally allowed your sobs to escape. "Thank you." You whispered, only hugging him tighter.

Jonathan nodded, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder. The next few months were gonna be rough, but Jonathan would be damned if he was gonna let you get through them alone.

#💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙thoughts #jonathan levy #jonathan levy x y/n #jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy x you #jonathan levy fic #scenes from a marriage fic #scenes from a marriage #scenes from a marriage headcanon #jonathan levy headcanon #oscar issac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac headcanons #oscar issac hernandez estrada #jonathan levy imagine #thanks for the ask! #college fic

[yeonjxnnies]

i'm never giving up on you — vinsmoke sanji

word count. 1.2k words

summary. sanji teaches you how to cook. chaos soon ensues.

tags. just pure fluff tbh, sanji is Whipped but when is he not

warnings. vague descriptions of minor injuries (knife cut), not proofread 😬

a/n. ive never written for sanji (and any one piece character other than law if im being honest) before so if its a little ... pls forgive me hajdhhahs also the title is a bit angsty ... dont blame me tho i just got it from a list of fluff lines prompts SKDKSKKS anyways enjoy!! <3

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You watch Sanji from behind the bar, utterly fascinated by how he seems to glide all around the kitchen with purpose. Like he knows exactly what he needs to do. Every move, every flick of the wrist, there is intent so precise in them, you begin to wonder just how he manages to do it.

And so you ask.

“How do you do it?”

Sanji lowly hums, bringing the heat of the stove down before turning to where you’re sitting in the kitchen’s bar. He places both of his hands on the marble surface. He leans over, tall figure towering over you more than he normally would. “Do what?”

A weird feeling starts bubbling in the depths of your gut. You try to ignore it to the best of your abilities, but it's hard when Sanji's staring down at you, his eyes both intense and comforting at the same time. You feel so seen, and raw under his gaze.

It makes you squirm in your seat, just barely, and it would've gone unnoticeable to anyone else. But Sanji takes note of this and backs off a little.

You clear your throat.

"The cooking." you say, voice firm. But you realize that it might sound weird, might make you look a little dumb, so you try to explain.

"I mean, I know you've been learning about it your whole life and everything but I guess I meant, like, how are you so good at it? No that's not right. What i'm trying to say is- you know what, never mind. Forget i-"

"Hey, love, it's ok." he chuckles, an amused smile on his lips. "I get what you mean, alright? No need to get all worked up." His hands find yours, and only then do you realize that you're shaking, and your hand is freezing under his warmth. He plays around with your hand for a bit, drawing circles on your palm and rubbing the hills of your knuckles. The soft pads of his fingertips on your skin helps you calm down. The shaking stops.

"Right," you take a breath, following a quiet "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, love." Sanji mutters. He plants a kiss on your forehead and you flush a bright red. He turns back towards the stove and continues cooking, "And to answer your question, old man Zeff and the crappy cooks at Baratie helped a lot."

Everything becomes a blur to you after that. Your mind tunes it all out, including Sanji. You don't mean to, but it's inevitable with the way he's standing right now, body positioned in such a way that lets you see what he's cooking and a side of his face. And it is truly a sight for sore eyes.

Sanji is pretty. you think. you're sure of it. Sanji is pretty like this. When he talks about what he's passionate about, what he loves. You decide that you want to see more of it.

His lips don't stop moving and your mind is filled with thoughts of how they might feel. How soft they would be against yours.

"I can try teaching you, if you'd like?"

Your train of thought is cut off by this and you agree with a nod, still in a daze and not really sure of what you're getting yourself into. Sanji beams. He wordlessly guides you to the other side of the kitchen, hand lightly gripping your waist, and grabs an extra apron for you to wear.

You glance at him as he helps you tie a knot over your back before swiftly taking a step in front of you.

"Are you ready, y/n-san?" He smiles.

You tilt your head to the side, unsure.

"Yes?"

—

As it turns out, you weren't ready. At all.

The next thirty or so minutes that follow is what you would consider either the best or worst experience in your life.

Sanji chooses to teach you a meal he learned when he was a kid, one of the first that Zeff taught him. "It'll be fun" he says, "It's really simple, love, practically foolproof."

And though you begin to feel the anxiety creep up, you believe him. You don't have a single beat of doubt on sanji.

He hovers around you like a butterfly. He's attentive and guides you through each and every step with an imaginary encouraging hand on your back, giving you tips here and there.

But it all comes spiraling downwards when he wraps his arms around you, placing his hand over yours that's holding the knife. He opens his mouth to say something, possibly lecture you about how to properly slice the piece of vegetable, but the words are caught in his throat as he realizes what he has done.

A slight turn of his head and he is met by the sight of you. Mouth ajar similarly to his, a few beats of silence ensues.

His mere presence alone can suffocate you, but now that you are standing this close to him, you realize the true gravity of his effects on you.

You aren't sure what you should do next. You aren't sure if you should lean in, turn around and get comfortable, speak. You aren't sure of anything. Only that you're with him, sharing this moment, between the four walls that he's most comfortable in.

Sanji's grip on your hand loosens, lowering down to your waist. You're completely encased in his arms now. You shift around, your body taking a mind of its own as you try to get comfortable in his hold.

And then, it happens.

You yelp as you drop the knife onto your fingers. Tears welling in your eyes, you check and see that your fingers are (luckily) still intact. But the knife digs just enough into the flesh that you now have a wound on three of your fingers.

It fucking stings. Is all you can think of. But you can't bring yourself to act on the pain.

Sanji is initially taken aback. he's frozen, seeing some blood starting to seep out of your skin, but he reminds himself that you are in pain and you need his help. He snaps out of his daze quickly, and he rushes you to the sink.

You don't say anything as Sanji cleans your wound for you. He's whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he rubs the soap and rinses your hand. He urges you to take a seat on the bar again while he grabs the bandages he kept in one of the kitchen drawers in case an accident happened. It doesn't take long for him to wrap the small piece of fabric around your injured fingers.

He shifts his seat closer to you right after, his fingers dancing around the skin over your arm. "You okay, y/n-san?" He murmurs.

You nod, "It wasn't that deep anyway."

There's a soft smile on your lips as you two face each other, and Sanji takes this as your unspoken token of gratitude. He smiles back, equally soft and warm.

"We can try this again next time, you know..." Sanji trails off. You find this endearing, really, when his suave charm from earlier is being worn down and replaced by this unfamiliar bashfulness.

"Yeah?" You say, brows slightly raised.

"Yeah." He replies, "We can do this as many times as you want, love, I'm never giving up on you."

You flush red, again. It's your body's automatic response to Sanji's antics, no matter how small or grand, at this point. You avoid his gaze, bringing a hand up to shove him lightly on the shoulder. "You're so dramatic."

Soft laughter erupts from the two of you.

This is nice. Everything is nice when Sanji is around.

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a/n. hi .. lowkey hated the ending but i was rushing by that point so i deeply apologize GDJDHSH likes n rbs r highly appreciated and feel free to leave ur thoughts on my asks!! <3

#vinsmoke sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji imagines #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #one piece x you #one piece #vinsmoke sanji #yeonjxnnies.fics

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

ek playlist sentence starters part one

info: sentence starters from my eddie kaspbrak playlist (edit as you see fit):

violent - carolesdaughter

"i don't really feel like fighting"

"you say you miss me, so then i drive back to you"

"did you ever really love me?"

"i think that she's still lovely"

"i think we're both a mess"

"don't make me get violent"

heather - conan gray

"what a sight for sore eyes"

"she's got you mesmerized while i die"

"why would you ever kiss me?"

"i'm not even half as pretty"

"how could i hate her, she's such an angel"

"i wish i were heather"

el principito - ajj

"i despise every lie i've come to believe"

"i'm either too happy or fucking sad"

"i am always tied to the tracks of the train"

"desperately afraid of going insane"

"i don't know if i am capable of helping anyone"

"i am at the mercy of emotions of my better friends"

run boy run - woodkid

"run, boy, run!"

"this world is not made for you"

"they're trying to catch you"

"the sun will be guiding you"

"they're dying to stop you"

"this race is a prophecy"

"tomorrow is another day"

"you don't have to run away"

"but for now, it's time to run"

mama - my chemical romance

"we all go to hell"

"i'm writing this letter and wishing you well"

"stop asking me questions"

"i'd hate to see you cry"

"you made us oh so famous"

"when you go, don't return to me, my love"

"right now they're building a coffin your size"

" you should've raised a baby girl"

"i should've been a better son"

"when we go, don't blame us"

"and if you would call me a sweetheart, i'd maybe then sing you a song"

"we're damned after all"

"we all carry on"

"so raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die"

"i can hear them whisper as we pass by"

i know places - taylor swift

"something happens when everybody finds out"

"love's a fragile little flame"

"it could burn out"

"baby, i know places we won't be found"

"i know places we can hide"

"just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love"

"you know for me, it's always you"

"nothing sinister starts out sober"

special - simple creatures

"the things you learn at four am"

"when do i become who i am?"

"save your blast from the past"

"i'm a stolen car in a parking garage"

"on your hands and knees do you feel in charge"

"i just wanna feel good"

"i wanna feel special"

"i wanna fake my pain away"

"where does the time go?"

"hard to make the best of a good thing now"

"am i the one on the throne or a wannabe"

"are you crawling back to who you were?"

"when the hell is it gonna get better?"

#it #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #writing prompts #writing prompt #story prompt #dialogue prompt #prompt list #sentence starter #sentence starters #rp starter #it movie #it 2017 #it 2019 #the losers club #more to come #music #music prompts #💛

[matildashoney]

Engagement era for sure!!! Maybe night of engagement or engagement party night (if on a different night) !!!!

Harry and Amélie didn't know they were walking into an engagement party, at first. Amélie figured it out once Glenne had mentioned wearing a white dress and Jeff told Harry to wear a suit, and it was easy to assume after that. Amélie found it hard to hide how much she wanted her, now, fiancè, especially with the tan decorating his skin and the way he's talking to everyone and anyone at this party, boasting about how his wife is working on a movie with him and how he surprised her with the engagement and the story of her grandmother's ring and everything in between.

It's quite a spectacle, this engagement party, mainly because it's every friend they've ever had gathered into one place at the same time. Harry's friends and Amélie's friends and their families and everyone in between are celebrating their love and affection for each other, and to be honest, Harry and Amélie are in their own little world, a bubble that could not be popped. It's been like this for weeks, now, ever since that ring was slipped onto her finger. Honeymoon bliss that simply never ended.

Harry has to admit that seeing Amélie in pure white is a sight for sore eyes. Amélie is always breathtaking, but there's something in the way she looks tonight, how she's presenting herself to all his friends and family, and the way she keeps making eyes at him from across the room that is making him want to drag her back to their house in Malibu and leave the pretty white dress on the floor. It's boyish behavior, to not be able to contain himself this way, but he just blames it on being in love.

Amélie saunters over to Harry with a glass of rosé in her hand, her hand held out for him to take and bring her into his chest as one of their friends walks away and gives them a minute of privacy.

"Hiya, wife."

Hearing that name come from the lips of her lover gives her butterflies. "Not your wife yet."

"You will be soon enough."

"That a promise, Mr. Styles? What if I change my mind?"

"Very much so," Harry smirks, leaning down and kissing her cheek. "You won't change your mind. You've been waiting to take my last name for far too long."

"Cocky much?"

"Considering you've been gagging for the hyphen as much as I've been gagging for you to take it, I don't think so."

Amélie nearly chokes on her wine at the phrasing, her eyes going wide as a smile spreads across his face. He knows exactly what he's doing and why he's doing it. "You'll pay for that later, Harry."

"Is that a promise, Cherry?"

#take me back to the light series #ask matildashoney #i got imagines for a heart #submit to matildashoney

[donutloverxo]

Steve's balls

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You can blame @gotnofucks for this abomination and sorry for the crass title I couldn't think of anything else🥺 This is just filth omg. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - Sometimes your daddy can be shy to ask you to do things too (aka Steve wants his balls sucked)

Warnings - ball sucking, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, daddy kink, d/s relationship, dom Steve, insecure Steve, corruption kink, inexperienced reader.

Pairing - Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 1k

Steve didn't think much of his balls or dick. He barely even ever saw himself naked. Even if he did, he could never see himself the way you do.

He doesn't think he's extraordinary or beautiful which is simply ridiculous because you can’t think of a single person more beautiful than your daddy.

Even before the serum he had the most sparkling eyes and brilliant smile. You told him so everything you saw the pictures. I'd marry preserum Steve in a heartbeat. But he didn’t believe you. He thought you were just being nice. He couldn’t protect you or provide for you back then the way he does now. He couldn’t do half the depraved things he does with you if he was still the same small, sickly kid.

You had only ever gone down on Steve a handful of times, even thought you both had been having sex for months now, Steve liked spending time between your legs more than having you on your knees. Which, well you can’t say no to because you loved riding his face.

You’re holding onto his monster cock in your hand, which looks so small and delicate against his pulsating member, and kissing his length and just worshipping it, you realise how beautiful his dick is.

Every part of your lover is beautiful to you, but this right here, in your hand, the most intimate part of his body, was truly a sight for sore eyes.

You pump his cock in your hand, watching in awe as the pearly cummies ooze out, "It's so beautiful, daddy," you tell him as you lick it up and wrap your lips around his tip to suckle at it.

"What's beautiful, princess?" he asked you, because he's a little out of it, his hand is still on the back of your head, softly pushing you down because he knows you need to be told and shown what to do and how to do it. You're so precious and innocent only ever seen his cock, only ever had him inside your mouth and cunt, will never have anyone else either, and there's a perverse thrill in corrupting you.

You pull away and he let's you so you could answer him, "Little stevie," wiping your mouth, your saliva and his preejaculate, with the back of your hand.

"Little Stevie?"

"That's what I call my friend here," you explain as you keep stroking his length.

"I'm beautiful?" he frowns because he's a little skeptical, you won't make fun of him or tease him, he knows that, you don't have a mean bone in your body, but how can a his penis be beautiful?

Sure your pussy is beautiful to him. But your pussy is magical and gorgeous. Something so small and tiny that takes his dick... it's wonderful! Be doesn’t know how you do it and he’s always up for exploring more of you.

His cock was literally just a snake. Not even a pretty one.

"Will you come in my mouth?"

"I always do honey," he shook his head, pushing your head back down on his cock. But then he felt your hand graze against his balls and it shocked him a little, he didn't expect it to feel so good.

"What happened?" you asked him because he was frozen.

"Nothing," he shook his head and made you swallow him whole again.

Like a month later...

Now that you had been making love to him with your mouth for quite some time, he knows you're not doing it out of obligation, that you actually like it and even get wet from it.

He has your head locked in one place as he uses your mouth, your eyes are watery and just keep looking up at him, so full of love for him. He can't believe you put so much faith in him and trust hum. Which is why he goes easy, slow almost, you can barely swallow half of him but that is more than enough.

"You love me, princess?" he asked you. He loves seeing you struggle. Because you obviously aren't allowed to talk with your mouth full but your first instinct is to say yes.

He pulls out then, his hard cock slaps against his abs, ready to try something different, because he trusts you not to shame him for it.

"Yes daddy, I love you so so much," you tell him as you try to catch your breath.

"I know, my angel. I love you more," he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, "Put your mouth on them. Just like I taught you to do for my dick, baby," He tells you, bringing his balls right next to your mouth.

You're confused at first but then realise he's talking about his ball sack. So you just nod your head like a good girl and get to work. It's easier and almost nicer to suck on them and play with them because they're so incredibly soft.

When Steve is just over the edge he pulls your head back over his cock and comes down your throat like he always does. This time though, it’s a little different, this time he knows he can tell you anything, that you love him enough to give him the benefit of the doubt and not judge him.

So he comes a little more than usual, you’re not able to get everything in your mouth, making a bit of a mess. Your mouth was glistening with his spend, some of it mixed with your saliva was in your breasts, some even in your lap, you tried to lick most of it.

“You look so pretty like this, doll,” he smiled, he wasn’t ashamed to admit that now. That you look so beautiful with you’re covered with his seed, it’s a literal physical reminder for you both, that you’re his.

He held onto your wrist to stop you from cleaning up any more of his seed, he needed to look at you covered in it for a bit more, bending down a little he captured your lips with his, tasting himself on you.

“You did such a good job,” he kept telling you. Because you had to know just how happy you made him.

#steve rogers x reader #chris evans x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers x you #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n

[writing-shroom]

"Soft hands and Butterflies"/Soulmate AU Pt.2/2

Pairing: T.Giyuu x reader x Sabito

Summary: It's their final selection, Giyuu and Sabito have known each other for years now and they are most definitely soulmates. So why do they both still have some soul marks left? Some question just won't be answered right away, especially not when both boys are distracted by a pretty girl surrounded in butterflies.

Words: 9,1K words

Warnings: General typical violence, mentions about stitching and wounds. Swearing. Mentioned character death. Minor angst

Female reader!

a/n: i procrastinated on this one for way too long again~ hahaha. also ya girl snapped and made it way longer than it should've been.

Link to the first part: "Cupboards and Rice grains"

The chatter among the many people their age was loud, yet as Giyuu climbed the staircase with Sabito he could faintly hear the fear they desperately tried to hide behind a brave face. He didn't blame them really. In seven days time, they either walk out as demon slayers. Or they walk out dead.

"Eyes front Giyuu," Sabito said sharply, taking Giyuu's hand into his calloused ones.

The final selection wasn't something you could take lightly, dozens of kids their age or even younger have died during the exam. And Sabito was going to make sure that those number weren't going to increase, not this year at least.

Like everyone else in the open area the pair stood near the entrance to the mountain, with their bright blue clothing and fox warding masks they must have stuck out like a sore thumb. Giyuu was nervous of the eyes following him but no one seemed to pay mind actually, much too busy worrying about their upcoming fate to pay attention to anyone else.

There was one person there however, that caught Giyuu's attention faster than Sabito running away from Urokodaki before he could get his ass whooped, a girl. In a secluded corner wearing a (f/c) haori and a radiant smile that Giyuu swore should've belong to an angel.

Butterflies of all shapes and sizes and colour patterns were floating around her, yet you didn't seem to mind though, holding out two hands to cup a butterfly that decided to land on your outstretched finger.

Instantly his eyes recognises the (f/c) wings that glistened in the sunlight, and-

Were there two of them? No wait, it was just the hair clip you were wearing.

The butterfly clip keeping your hair out of your face was so realistic, the (f/c) wings and the small details delicately painted on made it seems like the insect could easily flutter its wings and fly away. He was so entranced by the mere sight of you that he didn't even realise Sabito calling his name.

"Giyuu? Giyuu!"

It's been going on for a while now, Sabito calling Giyuu's name and getting little to no reaction. Getting a little frustrated he tried a different tactic, bring his hand up to follow Giyuu's line of sight he manage to link it back to-

oh

oh shit

Shit you're really pretty

He suddenly got why Giyuu wasn't responding, and he was very glad he decided not to wear his mask off to the side 'cause wow all the blood suddenly rushed to his face. Sabito didn't think he could get so flustered over someone, just by looking at them. Besides Giyuu of course.

You were very pretty and he admits that without shame, your lush looking (h/c) locks and shining (e/c) eyes can take anyones breath away just by a glance. And don't even get him started on the smile you wore watching all the butterflies flutter around you.

Maybe he should try and talk to you,,,

'J-Just to look for allies of course, you know the final selection is going to be tough. It's good to have more people that have your back,"

He tried justifying the ever growing urge to talk and hopefully make friends with you. So sucking it up he quickly squeezed Giyuu'd hand a little tighter to knock him out of his trance, and before the blue eyed boy had enough time to understand what's happening Sabito was already leading him by the hand in your direction.

"Sa-sabito what are you-" Giyuu stuttered in a panic, dread pulsing in his veins with every step they took closer to you.

But that all momentarily washed away when he looked up and accidentally met your eyes, like a rush of adrenaline he got his breath knocked out of his lungs. The best way he could describe your eyes were like glistening gems, but even that would have been a disservice to how gorgeous your (e/c) hues were.

"Hello,"

The two soulmates nearly stopped dead in their tracks at the sound of your voice. It just sounded so right, like they were meant to meet you. Giyuu thinks that if he ever hears the sounds of your laughter he might just die right then and there, and while Sabito thought the same it only fuelled his drive to making you laugh even further. The tingly feeling that spread through his body like a firework when he heard your voice was addicting.

"Hi," He cringed at the way he said that, that sounded way to enthusiastic maybe playing it cool would be better. Would you like that? He couldn't tell. "I'm Sabito, you?"

Crinkles formed in the corner of your eyes, he seemed nice. "Kocho (Y/N)," You introduced while grinning merrily, as the butterflies surrounding you migrated to inspect the two boys in blue. "Who's your friend?"

'uhoh'

Giyuu's brain shut down completely when he watched your attention divert entirely on to him. How was he supposed to make proper sentences with out messing up his words when you were looking at him all cute like with a butterfly resting on your hand.

"Yuu?"

A concerned hand waved in front of his face but he just continued staring emptily, unfortunately the mask doesn't really cover his blushing red ears. "Uhm, anyways this is Tomioka Giyuu and he's my soulmate"

"Oh!" Your eyebrows shot up in surprise, you were maybe hoping one of them to be your soulmate, what a shame they were both really cute. "That's so nice, it's wonderful to meet you both."

Sabito nodded in agreement but when he nudged Giyuu, the boy just looked down at his feet. He sighed and leaned forward to whisper something to you, "Sorry he's a little shy sometimes,"

"Ah that's alright," you breathed out, quickly understanding.

Glancing at the butterfly peacefully resting on your finger, a lightbulb went off, "Here," You chirped, effortlessly moving the little creature into Giyuu's line of sight.

He jumped, startled by the butterfly suddenly filling his vision, "The butterfly is much more interesting than your sandals wouldn't you agree?"

Looking up again he was met with your gleaming eyes and soft smile, Giyuu couldn't tell if he was on cloud nine or wishing the earth to swallow him whole. Mustering up what ever feeling he still had in his limbs he meekly nodded as if his body wasn't instinctively moving to hide behind Sabito, god this was so embarrassing. Sabito must've been so disappointed in him for being flustered over a girl.

While in truth the both of you were looking at him with fond eyes, with the same thought rushing through your heads, "Oh my god, he's so cute must protect"

Blinking your eyes rapidly you shook the thought out of your mind as quickly as possible, 'He has a soulmate (Y/N) snap out of it,'

Quickly slapping on a smile, you act as if your lungs were working just fine. It wasn't like the mere presence of the two boys made you short of breath, maybe if you weren't in public you might have started hyperventilating. "Are you going to be joining alone Kocho-san?"

"Oh! No my sister's going to be joining me," you hummed out in response, scanning the area to maybe spot her twin butterfly clips. "Though I can't seem to see her any where,"

"What does she look like? We can help you find her if you'd like,"

These two will never cease to surprise you. "That's very kind of you Sabito-san, we aren't identical twins you see but you can tell it's her if you see twin butterfly hairpins. Like mine," you said, pointing up at the clip in your hair. "Although hers is pink and green, please tell her that I'm waiting if you happen to find her."

Giyuu and Sabito both nodded in unison, which you found insanely adorable, before the latter quickly bowed and said his goodbyes, tugging on his black haired friend to try and actually find your sister.

But before he could get dragged too far, in a sudden burst of confidence— or in maybe blind excitement — Giyuu turned around to face you. "Kocho-san!"

Maybe he should've thought this through, because the moment you looked up at him in pleasant surprise. Every thing simply vanished from his mind. "I- uh I wish you the best of luck a-and I hope we all can meet as demon slayers again in future!"

Immediately he started degrading himself, 'stupid stupid why did you do that, now she thinks you're even more weird'

"I hope the same Tomioka-san!" you said a bit too loudly, simpering a little behind your joined hands. "Wish you the best of luck, I hope to see you both at the top of the mountain."

Completely taken aback by how utterly enchanting you were, they could do nothing but force their muscles in a bow before speed walking away to regain some of the composure they had lost.

Meanwhile on the sidelines you were left standing with nothing but a few butterflies as your company, heart pushing blood to your pounding ears and subsequently making you flush a pretty shade of red. Grinning foolishly all by your lonesome, there was no denying the way they left your head spinning in dazed content.

"Wahh I never thought I would see the look of love on your face (Y/N)nee-chan!"

Hairs all over your arms and neck stood up straight when Kanae suddenly barged in, completely evaporating the blissful high you were just in.

"Kanae! Don't sneak up on me like that, where were you anyways? I've been looking all over for you,"

Your dear twin sister stood there with a pleased, and dare you say coy, smile as she watched you splutter out words in your embarrassment. Very amused at the blush on your face growing darker by the second.

"Sorry nee-chan~ I didn't mean to startle you," She sang as her hand reached out to poke your ear. "My oh my, look at your ears. Do you have a fever? You're awfully flushed, maybe you are unwell to join the selection."

You stared at your sister with narrow eyes, she's definitely teasing you. You knew your her and that smug smile she's poorly hiding behind her hand said it all. "Uhuh sure I'm feeling fine Kanae, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure~"

Rolling your eyes you playfully flip her hair over her eyes, laughing victoriously when you hear her spluttering after some of it got in her mouth. Not your fault her hair was so long. "Come on Kanae, we have to be prepared! It's not everyday we're going to face the final selection, this is our first step to becoming pillars! Just like Himejima-sama,"

Finally pulling out the last rouge hair strand from her mouth, Kanae watched you hype yourself up with amusement. While you would argue this mini speech was to motivate the both of you, Kanae would disagree, you seemed like you were trying to convince yourself more than you were her.

"Are you sure it's just to become a pillar? Or is to meet those two boys you were just talking to?" She teased poking your cheek, definitely noticing you taking glances at the aforementioned fox mask wearing duo.

"Mmmmm," You hummed out, prolonging your answer. If she was going to tease you might as well fight fire with fire.

"Nee-chan~ Come onnn, you know the answer"

"both,"

Satisfied with your croaked answered, Kanae made a noise of agreement while nodding approvingly. "There we go, Oka-san never taught us to lie after all."

"Yeah, yeah"

There were only a few more minutes till the exam started and you would be lying if you said you weren't nervous, dozens of thoughts sped through your mind. Evaluating every possibility you could think of, every possible demon lurking in the forest and possible ways to gather food that will last both you and Kanae the week long exam. But the loudest was the one you dubbed the most important out of all, and that was your internal instinct to protect Kanae at all cost.

No matter happens, no matter what demon you face in the mountain, Kanae is your priority. With mom and dad gone, you had to look out for all of your sisters and you're making damn sure she's getting home after all this is over. Even if that means you don't.

"Kocho-san,"

"Huh?" You gasped in surprised, turning swiftly to face who ever called your name. "Oh! Sabito-san,"

"We'll see you on the top of the mountain,"

Even with the mask on you could feel the confidence and valour radiating off him in waves, his enthusiasm was infectious and you couldn't help the grin growing on your face. "Likewise"

Perfectly on time as well.

The final selection had just started and as everyone else ran in, you manage to steal one last glance at Giyuu and Sabito. But you were pleasantly surprised to find that they were already looking at you. So as you all locked eyes, their ears and your cheeks were being dusted in pink.

All three of you looked away simultaneously, while you were fiddling with a lock of your hair the two boys ran in hand-in-hand. Watching them as they go out of the view you sighed, wishing for just a little bit more time to talk to the two.

Feeling a nudge at your side you face Kanae again to see her coy smile. Rolling your eyes, you linked your arm with hers and went in. This is it, this right here is going to determine everything. And you could feel it in your bones, this was going to be the time where the inky black marks covering both of your hands would disappear.

You just know it.

Now you just wonder who they are.

'Fifth form; Peony of Futility'

With nine swift slashes of your blade, the demon's head came clean off. As you flicked your wrist to rid your blade of the demons blood you could hear the demon's separated head cursing at you, rolling your eyes you ignored them and picked up the fruits you carelessly dropped in surprise when the demon pounced at you.

It wasn't even a hard demon to fight, it took you what? A few minutes to cut off their head. Pathetic.

"(Y/N)nee-chan,"

"Hm?"

You turned around, with fruit in hand, to face Kanae who was still sitting high in the tree tops. Apparently no one else could reach the fruits, so of course you and your sister took your chances and snatched them up. With the amount you gathered it could probably last you a few days, maybe three if you pushed it.

"Should you be so harsh on the demons? They were humans once too,"

"Kanae," you sighed as she hopped from the branches, down to the ground next to you. "I understand where you're coming from yes, and while some demons probably didn't have a choice in the matter. Not all demons are harmless, trust me if there was a way for us all to coexist peacefully then I would gladly see to it."

Her eyes trailed downwards and nodded in understanding, but you could tell she didn't believe you whole heartedly. Sighing you readjusted your hold on the fruits and reached out to ruffle her hair,

"Come on chin up, we should get moving. These fruits aren't going to eat themselves after all."

At the prospect of munching on the sweet treats she instantly perked up and helped you carry half of your rations to the tree tops. With the threat of demons lurking on the mountain floor, you and Kanae took shelter high in the trees. Hoping from one tree to another to cover ground, you were making quick work of the mountain and the demons inhabiting it.

Today was the night of the first day and everything was already running smoothly, so far both you and Kanae had stayed a total of five or so demons together. The chilling part was it was only the first night, there was bound to be more waiting for you at the top.

"Nee-chan look,"

Kanae said on the third day, pointing at something on the forest floor from your perch in the tree tops. Squinting at what she was point at, you could vaguely make out two blue blotches running towards something, a demon. Suddenly screaming shook the air.

Making eye contact with Kanae you gave a silent signal to 'stay back and prepare some bandages incase something goes wrong'. Not wasting another second you leaped on tree branches and glided through the air, the pitter patter of running feet accompanying you from below.

The sounds of blades drawing and rushing water alerted you where the fight was. A quick scan of the area lets you see all the angles you could attack from as well as everyone on fighting, three water breath users, two are wearing blue and another with dark black hair. The demon however, seemed pretty easy to take down with your position in the branches. Its neck was open in the sides and they didn't seem to realise another person watching from the trees.

Perfect.

A sudden shriek ruined your plan of attack, great. One of them with middle parted black hair got his ankle caught in the demon's grasp, now with a hostage in its hand the other two — which you now realise were Sabito and Giyuu — couldn't attack the demon without the risk of him getting swallowed whole by the demon.

With a sigh you place your hands on your blade, preparing to draw it.

As you vaulted off the branch, rustling leaves alerted the individuals below you. Sabito's next swing was stopped midair when you appeared out of no where, and as everyone else froze in place to watch you, the fox masked duos heart leaped to their throat. Breath stolen right from their lungs as they watched you twist and float in the air effortlessly, the moon illuminated you from behind and created a shine all around you, from the tips of your fingers to the (f/c) butterfly clip in your hair.

Making you seem even more heavenly to them.

'Flower breathing, Sixth form; Whirling Peach'

Steel being drawn ringed through out the empty patch of woods, with a quick spin you used the force of gravity bringing you down to slice through the demon's neck easily. It's face frozen in a state of shock as you gracefully slid to a stop behind the demon, your feet dug into the earth from the impact of your descent. None of them were given any time to react before you slayed the demon quicker than any of them would have.

With a flick of your wrist blood came off your sword and the demon's head tumbled off its own body. The boy previously in the demon's grasp crashed into the ground as the now headless being turned into ash.

Ignoring the groaning in the distance, Sabito and Giyuu were in absolute awe watching you sheath your blade, if it weren't for their masks you would've seen their mouths drop open. He could tell that you were a skilled swordsmith when he first met you with Giyuu but he didn't know you were this good.

"Tomioka-san? Sabito-san? Are you alright, did I arrive on time? Are any of your hurt?"

You fussed over them as you closed the distance separating you and the two boys, in their shock they hadn't put away their blades and still held them firmly as if another demon was about to jump out from the shadows. Looking them up and down, there doesn't seem to be any surface wounds that you could see, but who knows what other injuries they could've sustained in the last three days.

"I- yes uhh we're alright." Giyuu stammered out, suddenly feeling shy again under your watchful eyes. "Thank you Kocho-san,"

A breath of relief as well as a 'your welcome' left your lips, your couldn't help but grin. Happy that you could be of use, and happy to see they were in reasonably good condition. Not that you ever admit the latter.

"Ah, Sabito-san your mask is crooked." You said pointing at his mask "Here let me help,"

Said boy felt his heart palpitate as you reached out both hands to straighten his mask, lavender eyes watched as you tenderly brush off any visible dirt tainting the clean white surface. How he longed to be able to feel the heat of your skin against his own, he wonders how your hands would feel in his. Were they soft like the persona you displayed? Gentle and light like the wings of a butterfly, or maybe they were calloused like his after many hours of training to be a demon slayer.

In the back of his mind he couldn't help but wonder if you hands would matched the black ones on his own, or maybe the handprints on Giyuu's face. A shiver of anticipation went down his spine at the thought, maybe you could be their other soulmate.

"There, all done." you chirped contently, which Sabito barely processed but as he saw you retract your hands he had the urge to connect them together with his own.

Giving in to his instinct he reached out to your hands, but before he could graze your fingertips a call of your name made you flinch away. Deflating in his disappointment, Sabito vaguely heard you bid farewell to him and Giyuu before he heard your footsteps disappear completely. Hands still hovering in the air, he sigh dejectedly.

"Sabito? What's wrong?"

Different soft hands held his. Giyuu was being more open with affection recently, he figured it was because of the boys fear of losing him to the demons lurking around every corner, which he refuted many times before. They weren't going to lose each other, not here not now. And not anytime soon, Sabito was going to make sure of it.

With a squeeze to Giyuu's hand, Sabito gazed off to the direction where you walked off. "She's our other third Giyuu, I can feel it."

Turning around to fully face Giyuu, he held both his hands tightly. "We're going to make it out of this and so is everyone else, I swear."

His shoulders sag, the blue eyed boy couldn't help but worry more with Sabito's words. There was a looming cloud of dread that hung in the air, he knew Sabito was one of the best students Urokodaki had but— what if there was a demon Sabito couldn't handle. What then?

Intrusive thought after thought flooded his brain, it came to the point where he felt like he was drowning under it all.

A quick look over at Giyuu alerted Sabito of what's going on, he's seen this before after all. Last time this happened Sabito somewhat solved it by slapping Giyuu, but he decided against using that method this time. So with furrowed brows he reached behind the boys head and unraveled the knot keeping his warding mask up.

Once that fell away he pulled off his own mask and cupped Giyuu's ink stained cheek. "Hey," Receiving no response, he gently stroke his thumb across his cheek bone. "Look at me yuu,"

Finally making eye contact with him, Giyuu's blue eyes met lavender ones. "None of us are coming out alone okay?" He wrapped his own arms around his shoulders, pulling the black haired boy into a tight embrace. "I promise."

It only took a matter of seconds for Giyuu to melt into Sabito's arms. His hands grasped onto the back of his clothing, clutching it like a life line. Fighting off the snivels building up in his throat, he buried his face in the fabric of Sabito's shoulder for comfort.

Feeling a nod, Sabito could make out a soft, "Okay." from his blue eyed lover. With one last squeeze he back out of the hug, and tied his own mask on before placing Giyuu's back on. After finishing the knot, he let his hands linger on the place he knew two black handprints lay on Giyuu's skin, before trailing down to his hands to connect them together once again.

"Let's go,"

A quick tug on his hand told him enough, so off they went continuing on with the exam and headed up the mountain. Killing off any demon they come across and helping out anyone that struggled to do the same, by the sixth day most of the demons on the mountain had been wiped out. If not by Sabito and Giyuu then by (Y/N) and Kanae.

The two pairs ran into each other a lot, due to both of their inclination to help anyone in their area as much as they could. Be it by slaying demons or providing rations or simple medical care, so it was a given that they cross paths often. It wasn't fully by accident either. While Giyuu and Sabito were always on the look out for demons, they were also keeping an eye out for a certain lock of (h/c) hair pinned back by a (f/c) butterfly clip. Wanting to meet and check in on her well-being any chance they get.

Same goes for (Y/N), always paying close attention to the forest floor incase she catches a glimpse of blue or a fox mask. You always deny it but Kanae can't help but point out that you always save a few bandages just for the purposes of giving them to the other duo. And while her teasing can sometimes make you go insane, it's the only thing keeping you grounded throughout the seven days of the exam.

The next time the pairs would bump into each other, would be on the sixth night.

The atmosphere then was calm and almost gleeful, it was the last night and while that should've been the night they were worried about the most, a good majority of the demons on the mountain were already slain and so far they haven't ran into anything.

As a matter of fact, the first hours of the night were fun, deciding to take a break by a river gave you some fresh water and a place to sit down to eat. So the four of you sat around a small fire Kanae manage to start — it was a race to see who could do it quicker and somehow your sister won — cooking fish or other animals you caught and munching on some fruit and berries as dessert.

It was only when you decided to head further up the mountain that shit really hit the fan. Hearing a scream in the distance of course your little group ran as fast as possible to the source, you had a bad feeling lingering in your chest, all the demons should be dead by now, was there one you guys had missed?

A silent agreement was made a long time ago that while you and Kanae would take the high route and jump across the tree branches, the two water breath users would go by foot on the mountain floor. That way it was easier to ambush the demon and take them by surprise.

Horror pulsed through your veins as you and Kanae took a screeching halt on a branch, your jaw dropped slightly while her hands flew to her lips, half of your elder sibling instinct urged you to cover Kanae's eyes.

"Holy shit,"

What ever that thing is in front of you didn't even have a human form anymore, hands and arms made up most of its body, the only thing remotely "normal" about it were the two eyes peaking out under the mass of arms.

But it was no time to be in shock.

Another shriek reached your ears and you quickly snapped back into action, (e/c) eyes searched the area. Landing on a boy being pulled apart by two of the hand demon's arms, immediately your hands flew to your blade — ready to jump into action and slash at the arms.

Sabito was quicker however,

'Water Breathing, First from; Water surface slash'

A trail of water follows his blade's movement and not a second later the arms keeping the boy hostage were sliced off, seemingly with minimal effort. A second flash of blue appeared and suddenly two more arms were cut off, Giyuu now standing next to Sabito with his blade also drawn. To your dismay more arms replace the one previously cut.

Chills went down your spine when you heard the demon and laugh and point at the two boys, "Look two more cute little foxes, how sad would Urokodaki be if both of his students don't come home this time?"

You recognise that name, it was the former water pillar, was he the one to capture this demon?

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

Sabito suddenly exploded, he jumped at the demon, swinging he blade faster than you could process him moving. The power and strength he displayed was incredible, but something was telling you that nothing good was going to happen.

Learning to trust your instincts, your eyes darted around the battlefield, looking at the demon's every movement.

All of a sudden you understood.

"Kanae! Get the boy to safety! The peak of the mountain is close, take him there!"

"But nee-chan you-"

"I'll be fine go without me!"

You needed to act quickly, one movement wasted and everything would go down hill quick. Slicing at the arms flying towards you and Kanae, you manage to open up a path. Allowing Kanae to reach the injured boy, while you bounced on the out-stretched arms like tree branches.

Different breathing techniques melded on the battlefield, a mix of blue and pink flashes sliced off arm after arm but with every arm cut, another just replaced it. In the distance, you could make out your sister bringing the boy you guys saved to the wisteria border, a sigh of relief settle in you.

'At least Kanae's making out of this,'

You thought as you narrowly dodged an incoming arm. Jumping up above another hand that tried grabbing you ankles, then twisting your body to cut up another coming for your head. You let out a squeak of surprise when the arm you were running on bent under your feet and tried throwing you off, to avoid slamming into the ground, you reached up and stabbed your sword into an arm and vaulted onto another.

Dashing up the demon, you spotted Giyuu still fighting off rogue arms coming at him, praying to what ever gods above to keep him safe just a few minutes more. While you knew Sabito was very skilled with the sword, you needed to get to him quick.

"Oh?" The hand demon jeered, "A little butterfly too? Aren't you all adorable."

Clawed hands thrust out of the ground, trying to catch you off-guard midair. Quickly flipping around you slashed at the arms, leaving some but killing off the ones that were getting way too close to comfort.

"A quick one aren't you? Hehe" He jabbed, sending more hands flying at you. "Just like the last student of Urokodaki that I had killed."

As you flipped and rolled in the air trying to hack away at the hands reaching out to grab you, in the corner of your eye you spot Sabito and Giyuu freeze.

"A little girl, not very strong but very quick. So annoying to catch. Oh but when I did catch her, ripping her limbs out was very satis-"

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP"

In a fit of rage, Sabito runs up the demon's arms just as you did, hacking and slashing at everything in his path. As he came closer to the demon's head, a drop in you heart alerted you to move, just move.

'Water Breathing, Second form; Water wheel'

Move. Help him.

Just as Sabito's sword reached the demon's neck a clink of metal sounded through the patch of woods, the hand demon giggled at his attempt. Taking Sabito's surprise as an opportunity, an arm extended out fast, fully intending to bash the boy's skull in.

"You're strong boy, but not strong enough-"

'Flower Breathing, Sixth form; Whirling Peach!'

Finally snapping out of his shock, Sabito looked up to see your back facing him with your own blade extended out, a trail of pink and white following it. Hanging in the air, centimetres away from his head was a severed arm. A breath escaped his lips as time seemed to slow down, his lavender eyes scanned the area, passing the hand demon's wide eyes to you and then finally at Giyuu. His pulse quickened when he noticed the arm about to attack the blue eyed boy from behind.

"Giyuu-"

"Look out!"

A body suddenly collided with his, sending them tumbling to the ground. Groaning he propped himself up by his elbows and look at his broken sword in despair,

"You okay?"

That didn't sounds like you, odd. Shaking his head to stop his eyes from blurring, he spotted two butterfly clips in dark hair. Huh, he thought Kanae had gone ahead.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where's (Y/N)-"

'Flower Breathing, Second form; Honorable Shadow Plum'

Whirling wind sounded in his ears, bring up bits of dirt in his face. Squinting past the dirt and grim flying in his face, he could faintly make out your (f/c) haori standing in front of him and Kanae. Your breathing technique deflecting any hands trying to reach them.

"You brat! You made me miss, I'll tear you all up into pieces!"

Dozens of hands thrust out trying to snatch one of you up, all of them missing as you jumped out of the way.

"Kanae! Get Sabito out of here, I'll get Giyuu," You called out, steadying your blade straight out in front of you.

Hearing a noise of acknowledgement from your sister you carried on your half of the agreement, you used another breathing form to slash at the arms blocking your way.

"What?! No way, I'm not going to run-"

"Well I don't think you have much of a choice," Kanae chirped nervously as she pushed Sabito's shoulders forward, urging him to move.

Turning around again to protest, he spotted what she was so worried about. Cursing under his breath, he and Kanae dashed across the forest floor. Under his feet he could feel the ground tremble under the force of arms slamming into the earth instead of them. He had half a mind to turn around to slice them up easily with another water wheel, but with only half a blade left, he could do damage equivalent to a toothpick.

As Sabito and Kanae darted around trying to dodge every incoming attack, you finally made your way over to Giyuu. Who had been holding his own for a while now. "Giyuu are you alright?"

"Yes," He hesitated, "So far at least."

You let out a breathy laugh, "Good, now let's slice this guy to bits." Giyuu firmly nodded before spinning around to deflect another incoming hand.

This back and forth dance continued on as long as you can make it, trying to keep the hand demon distracted so Kanae and Sabito can make it to the wisteria barrier. Flipping backwards you narrowly dodged his attacks, stumbling slightly you tried getting your balance back. Unfortunately for you the hand demon saw your blunder and quickly took the opportunity while you were weak.

A hand shot out, coming full speed at you.

"Nee-chan!"

The impact never came, but you still heard your sister and Sabito shriek. Wondering what had happened, as you flipped away from an attack you heard a loud crash of something hitting a tree- or someone. Your blood went cold as you watched Giyuu's limp body slide down the bark of the tree he violently crashed into, leaving a bloody trail in his wake.

He took the blow for you.

"Finally got one~" The hand demon cackled, sending a seething rage down your's and Sabito's spine.

Feeling a rush of wind pass by, you met Kanae's eyes. Silently telling you to check on Giyuu, she takes your place and holds the hand demon back as long as she can. Heading her instructions instead of your body's wants to attack the demon, you turn and bolt over to Giyuu. Skidding to a halt, you fall to your knees and let your eyes search his broken form, the warding mask he was wearing had been knocked off and was now lying a few paces away.

Panic finally settled in and your hands started frantically fidgeting in the air, unsure which wound to check on first. On instinct your eyes dart to his face, it didn't occur to you that there were two black hand prints on his cheeks, you were much too busy focussing on the blood trickling down his forehead.

"Come on, come on stay with me Giyuu." you fretted.

Seeing his eyelids twitch you gasped, thanking the heavens that he was alive. "Giyuu, Giyuu!"

His body felt numb all over, the only thing indicating that he wasn't dead yet, was the light reflecting off your (f/c) hair clip. Giyuu's ears were still ringing from the impact of his head against the tree, but he could faintly hear your voice calling his name and telling him to keep his eyes open. He's trying his best, but his eyelids were pulling heavy and sleep was tempting him.

The only thing keeping him on earth was the blurry vision he had locked onto your worry filled (e/c) eyes, he couldn't even hear the roars of the demon behind you. But suddenly he felt two soft hand cup his cheeks, and his body felt lighter than ever. Electric sparks filled his numb body and gradually his vision cleared just enough for him to actually make out your facial features.

"(Y-Y/N)?"

Your breath hitched at his hoarse whisper, it pained you that his normally smooth and clear voice turned so rough sounding. "Ye-eah, it's me. Keep your eyes open okay?"

A weak nod was your answer, with a breath of relief you quickly applied pressure to his head wound, hoping to stop the blood flowing out. There was sound of fabric ripping, and so you quickly looked up in fear, praying that wasn't the sound of the demon killing someone. Fortunately it was only Sabito tearing up a chunk of cloth to cover up Giyuu's wounds, "Will he be okay?"

With a sharp nod you echoed back, "He'll be okay."

It seemed that lifted a weight off Sabito shoulder's, but it didn't yours. In fact the pressure only increased when the peach boy stood up with what you recognised as Giyuu's discarded sword, it didn't take long for you to realise what he was planing to do.

"Sabito don't-"

"If I don't then he'll only eat more people (Y/N), I need to slay-"

"Well you can't slay any more demons if you're dead!"

Sabito froze at your unexpected outburst, and he did so even more with he felt two hands grasped his own. A familiar spark travelled through his body as he felt your hands tighten around his, and as his gaze wondered from your intertwined hands to your face, he felt his previously heaving breath even out.

"Please Sabito just listen to me," He hears you plead tearfully. "You don't have to slay every demon to save everyone."

"But-"

"Look around Sabito,,,you've saved so much already. So please,"

Sounds of tearing flesh and fighting pulled at him to look away but his eyes were stuck to yours, "Just step away,, this is one demon you don't need to kill."

He never knew his brain could go so slow, but there was only two things on his mind. Slaying the demon, and-

"Please?" His soulmates.

Looking down at his hands, he watched as the last traces of black vanished into his skin. Filling him with a sense of ecstasy. Shifting his eyes to Giyuu, his poor sweet Giyuu. The marks on his cheeks were gone too, but the blood pouring down his face instead pulled him away from the former fact.

Giyuu was tired, you were tired, and so was he.

It only really sunk in now, how fatigued his joints felt and how knackered his bones were. Sabito tilted his head up, spying the wisteria trees just a few meter ahead, before turning to look back at you and Giyuu. Remembering his promise, he made his decision.

"Okay," calloused hands squeezed yours. "Let's get out of here."

You met his mask's eyes as you both laughed breathily, with quick nod you headed out back into the fight while Sabito moved to gather the now semi-conscious Giyuu in his arms.

"Kanae!"

Linking you arm with hers, you spun on your heal and raced to the wisteria barrier.

"Hey! I'm not done with you yet!"

More out-stretched arms tried grabbing you but with the rising sun the hand demon was forced back into the shadows. Giggling with Kanae as you both faced the demon scurrying to avoid the suns rays, enjoying the sunlight against your skin you turned to smiled at Sabito who was jogging right beside you —with a sleepy Giyuu in his arms.

To you surprise and glee you were met not with a fox mask like usual, but with his beaming face. Raking your eyes over his eye-candy of a face you decided that, you could get used to seeing him with out the warding mask on. Sabito on the other hand shrunk back at your watchful eyes, facing away so you couldn't see his scar.

Pouting, you unlatched your arm from Kanae's as you all slowed down in a walk instead. As you moved closer to the two Kanae sent you a cheeky smile which you rolled your eyes at. With a bounce in your step you took the few paces left to close the distance between you and Sabito.

Reaching out you brushed his hair away, which was just as soft as you had imagined, so you could see his face again. "I like you scar,"

Taken aback by your compliment he chocked on his on spit and started coughing, making you laugh. You tried patting his back to ease the cough but instead you caught a glimpse of your now clean hands. In the heat of battle and concentration you didn't even notice your soul marks vanishing.

Wide (e/c) eyes looked up at Sabito in shock and he could't help but chuckle at how how cute you looked. Bumping his shoulder into yours softly he jested, "Nice to meet you too, soulmate."

You sputtered out nonsense in your flustered state and it only made Sabito laugh harder, giving up you dropped you head on his shoulder, whining about why he didn't point it out earlier. You kept your head leaned against his shoulder even after getting teased by Kanae.

But as you were playfully fighting with you sister, Sabito's heart felt light as he realised your shared instinct with Giyuu of hiding in his shoulder for comfort. He would've started skipping to the pace of his heart beat if he was in private, but he didn't want to face the embarrassment he was bound to feel if you caught him in the act.

As the four of you finally pass the wisteria trees into the open area, content filled the air as you saw everyone being present. Doing a quick head-count confirmed Sabito's long goal, everyone had survive this years final exam.

Absolutely astounding.

Is what the pillars standing in for the Ubuyashiki family who couldn't attend said, they even admitted that they were expecting only a handful of them to actually live long enough to be slayers. Which received a few glares and a sound smack from their fellow pillar.

The procession carried on and within a matter of minutes you four had officially become demon slayers. With the sun high in sky, it seemed like even the heavens were smiling down at you, soon you'll receive your swords and then on you go for your first mission.

As you talked with Kanae you gaze drifted to Sabito and Giyuu —with the latter still soundly asleep in the formers arms after you and Sabito had finished patching him up— turning back at your sister she smiled in understanding and hugged you tight, Sabito wasn't going to be the only one making a decision today.

❀ ⧼◦◦◦𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ◦◦◦⧽ ❀

Images flashed. Memories? Probably.

Peach coloured hair and (e/c) eyes. A fox mask and a (f/c) colour butterfly hair clip.

Sabito and (Y/N). Where are they?

More images scrolled by, most of the final selection. (Y/N) eating some fruit happily in a tree, Sabito catching him right before he fell into a river, then another of the two hopping across tree roots. Giyuu feel his heart beat happily as he watched them both laugh and smile, so far the memories were painted in bright colours. Sunlight peaking through trees and puffy clouds prevented them from getting sunburnt.

But then the images changed.

The landscapes turned from bright colours to a dark noir, faces of morphed demons and clashing swords replaced fruits and river. He didn't like these ones, they made him scared and cold. Like he was soaked in the rain on a winter night. Sabito and (Y/N) were still with him thought, so he felt better.

With every demon that jumped out from the shadows, Sabito was there to push him to be stronger and help him slay the demon. Then (Y/N) would show up with encouragement and fruit to fill their empty stomachs.

And then.

Another demon appeared. Hands all wrapped around its body, making its head the only other visible body part. A sense of dread came with the demon, like something bad was about to happen. Giyuu did the best he could, fighting off the arms one by one. But then metal shattering sounded, glancing up he was met with one of his greatest fear.

Sabito's body dropped on the earth with a thud, his eyes shook but his gaze lingered on his soulmate's bashed in skull. Lungs contracting, Giyuu suddenly found it hard to breath, he couldn't move. All he could do was stare at Sabito's dead body.

He promised.

He promised he wasn't going to go out alone.

Feeling a hand shove him away, he looked up just in time to meet your eyes one last time before the one of the demon's hands pummelled you into the ground. Giyuu felt like puking when he heard bones cracking. Cackling ringed in his ears, the demon didn't even devour you two. Simply leaving your dead corpse laying in the middle of the mountain.

As his eyes were fixated on both of your dead bodies Giyuu started hyperventilating, it all was happening so fast. You were gone so quickly. He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

Then just as another hand came flying at him, everything turned black-

Giyuu woke up gasping for air, the heaving breaths he took did nothing to calm his beating heart . He was drenched in sweat, the sheets pulled back half-hazardly. It was a dream.

Right?

Sitting up quickly, he search the room he was in. It was the room he and Sabito would sleep in back with Urokodaki, he knew that at least. In the corner was a bag, filled with his his uniform probably, but to his dismay the room was clear of any sign that any one but him had been sleeping there.

No rolled out futon right next to him like Giyuu was accustomed too, and no Sabito messily sparred out across it.

Tears weld up in his eyes. No. No. NO. It had to been a dream, it had too! He made it out with Sabito and (Y/N). He swore did.

As the sobs slipped pass his throat, Giyuu curled into tight ball, clutching onto his head. Only flinching when he felt a sharp burn when he touched a certain area. His body shook and trembled, why did he come out alone. Sabito promised he wasn't going to be alone.

Sounds of a door sliding open reached his ears, but he didn't bother looking up, thinking it was just Urokodaki checking in on him.

His sobs were so loud it blocked out the sounds of pitter-patter of footsteps against wood out side of his room. Two pairs in fact, and they sounded hurried.

"Giyuu!"

The sobbing suddenly hushed, he knew that voice.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Are your wounds acting up?"

Sabito?

"Was it a nightmare Giyuu? I have some warm food here, that'll make you feel much better."

(Y/N)?

Covering his eyes he slowly turned to the door and peaked through the cracks of his fingers, not wanting to go too fast incase it was all just illusion. To his joy they really were there, both of them. Sabito and (Y/N) breathing, alive, well, and standing by the door. The latter holding the tray of food you were talking about.

"What? Worried we were going to disappear?" The peach haired boy joked, earning himself a poke in the side from (Y/N).

"Don't tease him Sabito, he just woke up," you scolded him without malice. "How are you feeling Giyuu? Are your stitches still intact? Those took forever to finish."

You check over his now bandaged wounds, placing both hands on his shoulders to peak over at the one on his head. Electric sparks lit up underneath your touch, and Giyuu involuntary shivered.

Sabito noticed this and smirked at him, "Not used to the sparking yet huh?" He bantered as he reached out to brush his knuckles against Giyuu's cheek. "Don't worry you'll get used to it eventually, (Y/N) sure has a shocking personality, especially when she's in battle."

It took a second for his joke to finally set in, but when it did you immediately groaned at how bad it was, which only made Sabito laugh. Giyuu watched on with wide eyes as you playfully side-eyed Sabito when he tried poking you cheek into getting you to laugh, just coming back from a nightmare where both of you died left him astounded by every little thing you guys did.

"Come on, eat up Giyuu. You need to regain your strength after all."

Is what you said thrusting the tray filled with food into his hands. Not that he could complain much, the food you gave him was delicious, so he savoured every bite. While he was happily numming on his food, you quickly excused yourself to get more clean bandages to change his old ones, leaving Sabito alone with Giyuu.

As he sat down next to Giyuu's futon Sabito leaned back against his arm for support, normally he would be jealous of the dark haired boy. Over the last few days he grew accustomed to your mouth-watering cooking and would usually grumble at you if he wasn't allowed to steal a bite or two, but surprisingly he wasn't envious at all.

Much to content watching Giyuu scoff down his lunch.

He would be lying if he said he wasn't sadden at all by Giyuu's absence from his side, if it weren't for you he would've felt much lonelier. But it was still very nice to see him sitting up and eating again, he can't help but miss his favourite blue eyed boy.

By the time you came back with the bandages the food was all gone and Giyuu's face was a mess. Sabito sat there throwing his head back in laughter at your confused expression, while Giyuu innocently stared at you with wide eyes. Huffing affectionately, you pulled out a napkin and tenderly wiped down his face.

So this was Giyuu's infamous eating habit Sabito kept telling you about, he kept going on and on about messy he is and how annoying it was to have to clean him up after every meal. But he always remarked at how endearing it was at times, and you can't help but agree.

"All clean!"

You chirped, giving in to urge to pinch Giyuu's cheeks before moving on to changing his bandages.

As you were doing that, Giyuu sat there thinking again. Even you were constantly squishing his cheeks, why was that?

"See Giyuu, even (Y/N) think your cheeks are soft." Sabito quipped from his place besides Giyuu's futon.

"Yeah but why?" The boy asked, still not understanding. Both of your cheeks were just as soft, so why was it his you two were so fascinated with?

"What do you mean 'why' yuu? They're so soft and cute! Just like you are Giyuu!" You gushed as you smushed his cheeks again to further solidify your point.

He didn't get it. Pinching his own cheeks he tried understanding what you guys meant, meanwhile Sabito laughed at the familiar scene. Just this time you were here to witness the extent of Giyuu's cuteness with him, and there were many more to come. Hours passed and the laughter emitting from the room still hadn't stopped, there was always a giggle or full blown laughter to fill the void.

Urokodaki watched on by the doorway, his two students were happy together yes, but with you coming into their lives the merriment increased ten folds.

He knew you were going to fit it perfectly, from the moment you came here with Sabito and Giyuu after the final selection instead of heading to your own home with Kanae. Choosing to look after Giyuu until he fully recovered. To the time Sabito confided in him one night —after you had gone to bed in the midst of taking care of Giyuu— that the only reason he had came back alive from the final selection, was because of you.

There is not a day that goes by where Urokodaki doesn't thank you for what you've done, whether you hear it or not. It didn't matter to him that Sabito and Giyuu had failed to defeat the hand demon, they had came home and that's a better gift than any.

So far the smell was faint, but he could tell it was there, and it would only grow stronger with time. Truly a wonderful scent it was, the smell of love in the air.

a/n: holy cow im actually finished. you don't understand how long it took me to write this goddamn. Im very glad it's done though, i can finally wake up in the morning without feeling the looming guilt of not finishing it.

I hope you enjoyed it and you had a good day! Please don't repost but feel free to reblog! I'll see you in the next stories lovelies :D

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[hotchscvm]

love me, hate me - part one

Warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, mild violence

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Who knew Ransom would get so worked up about a few stolen beers?

Or: In which he's a sucker for you but those were his favorite beers.

He didn't know why he put up with your shit. If you had been anyone else, you'd be working at a dead end job that barely covered your bills instead of walking around the mansion in your brand new Lois Vuitton purse, Jimmy Choo heels that screamed for him to fuck you, and a tight dress he wanted to tear off.

You even had the balls to call him Hugh, a name he specifically reserved for the help. When he informed you, you had rolled your pretty powdered eyes, sneering at him for being an inconsiderate asshole before asking why he wasn't calling himself Hugh due to the massive help sign that was disguised as his cashmere sweater.

Ransom didn't know if he wanted to hurt you or make you his. He preferred the latter but with the way you were pushing him, he wouldn't be surprised with himself if you somehow found yourself in the backseat of his car, tied up and awaiting for him to fuck you senseless. If you had been anyone else, he would ruin your life without hesitation.

He tried to hate you, he really did and usually, it wouldn't be hard for him to hate someone. Most of the time it barely took him a glance for him to decide to loathe the person. But as he tried harder to hate you, forget you, and ignore you, the more you wiggled your way into his every thought. Even then he couldn't hate you. It made part of him want to ditch family gatherings where he knew you would show, being Meg's best friend, and another part of him was exhilarated.

You on the other hand dreaded being dragged into another Thrombey's family gathering where it all ended in arguments and racists comments. The only people you were able to stomach were Harlan, his adorable nurse, Martha, and of course, your best friend Meg. Whenever the conversation began to look like a shouting match, the two of you would sneak away to get high with the maid, Fran.

Ransom was an asshole, a hot, smoldering asshole with enough snarky remarks that would make any sane person hang themselves. You knew he wasn't a fan of yours, which was only good news for you; you hated him, too. The expression "there's a little bit of good in everyone." applied to everyone except him, not that you weren't surprised. Truth to be told, you wouldn't put it past him to kill a family member if they pissed him off enough.

With the number of jabs you made at his expense, you were shocked he hadn't ruined your life yet. Maybe you had a death wish dangling over you, or maybe you just liked pushing him but you made it your little mission to ruin his evening since yours would be the second he stepped in the room.

Meg nudged you with her elbow, leaving a sore spot on your ribs. You gave her a dirty glare, looking up from your Instagram feed. She motioned to the large mansion ahead, the car slowing. "Okay, the plan is to get drunk, but not enough for my drunk relatives to notice and once they're having one of their dumb-ass debates, we sneak off to Fran's room and smoke a few. That sound good?"

Stretching, you nodded, tucking your phone away. "Yeah, that's fine. Remind me how I ended up spending Thanksgiving break with you, again? What did I ever do to deserve such a punishment?"

"You crushed your parent's wishes on becoming a lawyer, instead became an Instagram model, and the holidays with them are too long for you to hear how their daughter could've convicted criminals instead of posting bikini pics," Meg replied, grinning at your sarcastic pout. She stopped the car right beside her mom's. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

"That's what you said last time. Do you not remember how that little reunion ended?" you asked, opening the car door and getting out. The little gravel on the cemented driveway crunched under your new heels, making you grimace.

Meg shut her door, grabbing her purse. She waited at her side of the car and you both walked up to the door. "Actually, I don't. I'm surprised you can especially with all the weed you smoked."

Rolling your eyes, your mind wandered to the man who had killed your buzz. "Your asshole of a cousin ruined my buzz just by opening his mouth. He could be so much hotter if he never utters a single word ever again."

"Please stop talking about Ransom, it's making my lunch come back up." Meg whined, her feet trudging up the steps. Your heels clicked on the wooden porch. "Which reminds me, he kept asking if you were going to be here. Be careful, he might have a little trap to humiliate you in front of my family. If that happens, just knee him in the balls, and we can go to Cabo or something."

You made a face, cringing just thinking of Ransom asking about you, let alone imagining some kind of plan to embarrass you. "Ugh, what a dick. It's time like this that I regret not going back to my crazy family for holidays."

"You'll be fine. Hopefully. Let's go see Harlan." she opened the door, taking off the lush coat draped over her shoulders before placing it on the spacious coat closet by the entrance. She held her hand out for yours and you slid it off handing it over for her to hang up.

Martha greeted you before you could take another step, the Latina smiling at both of you. "I'm so glad both of you are here. The rest came in before you and they've been bickering since."

You both gave her knowing smiles, the loud discussion so heated you could hear it from all the way across the house. Meg sighed, snaking an arm around yours and Martha, pulling you towards Fran's quarters. "Looks like Harlan will have to wait. I'm not going in there sober."

Martha shook her head, slipping her arm out from Meg's grasp. "Sorry, I don't drink and I have to serve them before they get any rowdier. Between the three of us, I'd rather not see another fist brawl this holiday."

You let out a dry chuckle, fixing the hem of your dress. What were you thinking wearing such a tight dress to a party where Richard Drysdale would mentally undress you with his beady eyes. "We'll come with you, now won't we, Meg?"

She groaned, getting pulled by you, her feet dragging on the hard floor. "We're spending Christmas at your parents' house. You can suffer the family drama because I've had it up to here with mine."

"Oh, you big baby." you teased, following Martha to the living room with Meg in tow. You'd think with all the drama she endured from her crazy mother she'd be able to handle a little more from her crazy relatives. "Wanna mess with that racist, whiney troll?"

Meg's lips lifted into a smile. "That's why you're my best friend."

Martha took a turn towards the kitchen instead of the living room, leaving you and Meg to enter the roomful of crazies alone. Some heads turned but not enough to stop the little debate happening.

Jacob sat at the uncomfortable seat in the corner of the room, watching and tapping the screen in front of him, his eyes never tearing from the device. Linda and Donna sat side by side while their husbands had a screaming match with the other. Joni stood by the fireplace, sipping her wine, and occasionally input some random Pinterest inspirational shit. Your eyes landed on the man you thought would take his sweet time arriving.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale sat at his self-proclaimed seat, eating his Biscoff butter cookies, a smirk evident on his face as he watched you walk into the room. He tried to ignore the way his heart raced, blaming it on the cookies and his seven-month dry spell.

You broke free from Meg's arm, pouring yourself a flute full of champagne, swallowing every last drop before making your way to the plush couch, sitting beside your best friend. Your perfume whiffed in the air as you passed Ransom, making him sit up in his chair. You sat close enough for him to reach over and touch you, but he didn't.

Linda gave you the warmest smile she could muster, interrupting the men's argument to greet you. "Hello, darling. Glad you could make it. At least now there's someone in the room with half a brain."

Walt sneered at his sister before giving you a half-hearted smile. "Hey, kid. Your dad still adamant you become a lawyer?"

"Yup," you answered, pulling out your phone, seeing a bunch of notifications from said person. "Why else do you think I let Meg kidnap me, Walt? No offense, but Thanksgiving at the Thrombey's doesn't classify as peaceful or relaxing."

Ransom guffawed, earning glares from his family members. He smirked at you, biting off a piece from his cookies. "Finally, someone who speaks the truth. No wonder she's his favorite."

That subject launched another debate: deciding who was Harlan's favorite. It was no doubt, Martha was but you did come at a close second. Ransom knew, and he didn't want to miss an opportunity to watch his relatives fight. He was a dick that way. He glanced at you, seeing your phone light up as you whispered a secret to Meg. You ignored the phone call, turning over the phone.

While the rest of the family argued, you left Meg's side, getting up from the uncomfortable couch, and walked out of the room. Ransom watched you, licking his lips at the sight of sashaying, hips swaying, and heels clicking. The crotch of his pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Meg watched him watch you with narrowed eyes, suspicious by her cousin's behavior. He may be 33 but he still acted like a teen, and with her best friend pushing him, there was no telling what he'd do. "If you do anything stupid or remotely offensive to her, I'll make sure to send her your head for her next birthday. Maybe she'll have it taxidermied, and hang it up."

Ransom smirked, tossing the last of his cookie in his mouth, chewing as he looked down at his cousin. "That'll only give me a view of a lifetime. My, this college you go to doesn't seem to teach manners does it? Charming as ever, Meg."

She scowled at him, getting up in the middle of the argument. She couldn't stop whatever he was planning if she didn't know what he had in mind but she wasn't going to ruin this holiday for her best friend. Meg followed you to the kitchen, seeing you take a shot glass from Martha. "Drinking already?"

"Don't judge me. Lemme wallow in the warmth and love of the alcohol that your family isn't capable of," you replied, drinking the clear liquid, grimacing as it burned your throat. Martha handed you the chaser, her timid personality making her put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Thanks, Martha."

Meg took the bottle of vodka, pouring herself a shot before offering it to Martha who had shaken her head. "You sure?"

She nodded, placing the bottle back in its place. "Yeah, I don't need to be drunk when serving those people. It seems like it's even worse out there than before."

"Thank Ransom. That bastard decided to start another fight just by opening his mouth," you said, sipping on a glass of water. Sniffing the room, you smelt the Thanksgiving dinner Martha had to cook by herself. You knew she had to make a special meal for Ransom since he wouldn't dare put the traditional food in his mouth. Too bad, it'd shut him up. "Why is he here, anyway? Isn't he usually the last one to get here?"

"Usually, but he came with Linda and Richard. Don't worry, you're not the only confused." Martha answered. The oven timer beeped and she opened it, taking out the pumpkin pie. She held it out. "What do you guys think?"

"Looks delicious," Meg replied, looking around the room. The sun was setting and soon you would have to face Ransom again, for dinner. "Do you need any help, Martha? We could help you set up the table or something."

"No, it's fine. I have everything taken care of," she said, nearly dropping the big turkey. Meg helped her, carrying it to the counter. Martha smiled sheepishly. "I guess I could use some help. Meg, do you mind stirring the gravy? And [Y/N], would you please place some knives at the table?"

Both you and Meg nodded, helping the poor nurse. Harlan must've let Fran have the day off or else she'd be all over this. Meg grabbed a plastic ladle from the drawers while you took a handful of knives, leaving the kitchen and walking to the dining room. The long table had been filled with plates, glasses, and napkins, the only thing missing was silverwares. Harlan would have to give Martha a raise.

You had just placed the first knife down when Ransom came in the room, leaning against the arch, arms crossed as he took you in. Watching you, he realized he might have a knife kink, only when it comes to you. You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to make some kind of remark.

When he didn't, you sighed, tossing a knife onto a clothed napkin. "Yes, you pretentious asshole?"

He chuckled, pushing himself off the wood and walking towards you. "Hello to you, too. Why exactly are you doing that? Shouldn't that Mary girl be taking care of everything?"

Oh, the urge to stab a knife in his face--it was almost too much to resist. "It's Martha and unlike you, I'm nice enough to offer help rather than be a lazy prick who no one loves. Karma's gonna bite you in the ass one day, baby."

Ransom snorts, walking up next to you, so close you could feel the heat coming off of him. "You know, my dear cousin mentioned something about some prank she thinks I'm going to pull on you. Do you know what's going on in that stoned brain of hers?"

"Ransom?" you asked, making your way around the large table, placing knives where they belonged. Gritting your teeth into a smile, you turned to him. "I mean this in the best way possible: fuck off."

He would never dare admit it, to himself even, but that hurt him a little. Not enough to break his smug exterior. "Aw, I like you, too, sweetheart. Hurts when you don't admit you do, too. Want some help on the other silverware?"

Your jaw dropped, the knife slipping through your fingers and Ransom caught it quickly. He placed the knife on the empty, designated napkin. "You're fucking with me."

"No, but I sure would like to fuck you." he grinned, the hidden objective twinkling in his eyes. You rolled your eyes, returning back to the kitchen with Ransom following. "Can't a guy help out around here?"

Ransom grabbed your hand before you could push the kitchen door open. He gently led you to the dark, almost hidden hallway beside the dining room. You snatched your hand back, your elbow grazing the wall behind you. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Spending time with my favorite person," Ransom answered, the smirk gone as he backed you to the wall behind you, leaving you no room to escape. Not that you wanted to. His eyes dropped to your lips, only to darken when yours flashed to his. "Why're you so special? Why do you keep invading my thoughts, my dreams, huh? What're you doing to me?"

That made you smile, amused he couldn't stop thinking about your body. You drag your manicured finger down his blue sweater, earning a shaky breath from him. "Glad to know you have wet dreams about me, Hugh. Hmm, what do you get off to, anyway? Degradation? BDSM? Or are you vanilla in bed? With the way you act, it makes me wonder if you even have a dick."

He growled, slamming you into the wall so hard your head made a loud thud. You'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on a bit. You did like it rough. "Your a guest here, act with respect, [Y/N]. Close that mouth before you say something you'll regret."

"Wouldn't you like it if I used my mouth for something useful?" you breathed, hands resting on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. His eyes drifted to your lips, tongue darting out to moisten his own. "Yeah, you would."

"What that mouth do, sweetheart?"

You heard the oven timer ding and you smiled, moving your lips to his ear. "Eat."

—

His thigh brushed against yours, a hand "accidentally" landing on your bare thigh, his fingers wrapping around the leg. You flashed him a hard smile before moving your thigh away, almost kicking his wife across the table. You scooted closer to Ransom, hoping to avoid his father's uncomfortable advances. If it wasn't for Linda, you would've stabbed the knife you were holding in his hand.

Apparently, you scooted a bit too close to Ransom for him to raise an eyebrow at you, the hint of a soft grin appearing. You glared at him. "Don't."

Ransom chuckled softly, moving closer, close enough for your shoulders to touch. "Now who likes my company?"

"I do like your company... said no one ever." you snapped, keeping enough distance from Richard's wandering hands. If you could, you would've rip his fingers off, but the Thrombey's were too powerful. Ransom threw you a glance, looking between you and the gap between your chairs. You grit your teeth. "What?"

"I didn't say anything."

You pushed away from the table, frustrated with everything about your situation. Tossing your napkin on your plate, you stood up, catching everyone's eye. "Excuse me."

Meg was in the middle of eating her share of the turkey, looking up with a piece of the skin hanging from her mouth. If you hadn't felt so uncomfortable, you would've laughed. She sat up, tilting her head in question as she covered her mouth. You shook you head, assuring her you'd be fine.

Ransom's eyes followed you as you walked by Harlan, giving him a gentle peck on the cheek and a hug before walking out of the dining room. He didn't think he'd ever be jealous of his grandfather. He waited a few seconds before following you, Meg's narrowed eyes watching him as he walked with purpose—he just didn't know what that was yet.

He heard your door slam before he could take a step up the stairs, leaving him confused on what to do. Ransom knew you would reject his company, not that he would blame you. Yet, he felt a little pang in his chest that he ignored, blaming it on the salty turkey. He'd have to go to the doctor soon, check out what was going on with his heart. It might be something serious like palpitations.

Sighing, he went to the kitchen, grabbing a beer and dragged his feet back to his room, trying to forget about the effect you had on him.

It didn't work.

—

Crawling out of bed, you tiptoed down the hall, careful not make a sound as you made your way downstairs. The stairs were loud and you cringed, hoping everyone was deep asleep. Meg had passed out after smoking Fran's stash, plopping down on her bed in your shared bedroom. She reeked of weed and that hadn't help you sleep at all.

You snuck into the kitchen, the soft counter lights bright in the dark room. Walking over to the fridge, you pulled it open, seeing Ransom's alleged "best" beer right at the front. Rolling your eyes, you grab one, popping the cap off. You took a sip, agreeing with the asshole; it was great beer.

Unfortunately, he chose that right moment to have a midnight snack. The kitchen door opened and Ransom was greeted by the sight of you drinking his beer in your tight tank top and booty shorts. It was enough for him to lose it.

Angrily, he walked up to you, snatching the beer from your hand, some of it dripping on the floor. He held it up in front of you with a sneer on his face. "What the hell do you think you're doing with my beer?"

You flinched when he threw it across the room, the shards sprinkling out on the floor. If his yelling hadn't woken up anyone, that certainly would've. Rolling your eyes, you sighed, crossing your arms. "Don't you mean Harlan's beer? It's not like you bought that beer from your own pocket since you don't do shit."

"Oh, I don't do shit? Unlike you I don't depend on horny men and lesbians for likes in order to keep a roof over my head." he spits, pushing you back against the counter.

"No, you just take money from mommy and daddy." you fired back, amused by his anger. You decided then you had a death wish. Or maybe it was just hot seeing Ransom so riled up. Either way, you weren't complaining.

Ransom growled, hands gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave bruises. "Shut up."

Smirking, you lean towards him, lips hovering his. "Make me."

Before he could kiss you, you shoved him away, took another beer from the fridge and walked away without giving him a second look. Ransom stared after you, gripping the kitchen counter.

This wasn't over.

part two

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the game | part two

Part One

Steve hated to admit it but he had always been a jealous person. As a child he was jealous of the way so many other kids had dads that tucked them in at night. As a teen he was jealous of how easily Bucky made women swoon. As an adult he was jealous of Stark when he attempted to woo Peggy. And now he was jealous because it seemed everyone but himself was able to easily talk and even kiss Y/n.

Oh how badly he had wanted to.

And he almost did during that game of spin the bottle. Yet he'd lost his nerve. And lost his chance.

Thor's laughter had drawn his full attention toward the pair. Not that his eye had ever left Y/n but now the man before him was blatantly being ignored as Steve's entire focus was on Y/n and Thor. He strained to hear whatever was being said by her but he could hardly pay attention as Thor lifted her into the air and spun her around like a princess.

He could've done that.

His blood nearly boiled as he watched Thor kiss her. It was innocent, he knew that, but he just couldn't help it. He was angry at the world and Thor but mostly himself.

Before Thanos he thought he'd have all the time he needed to work up to confessing his feelings for her while she stayed in Wakanda watching after his best friend. But when she was snapped away he realized he had made a horrible mistake. A mistake he regretted every minute of every day during those long five years.

But now he had a chance to fix it.

Yet he hadn't been able to talk to her since she returned. The friendship they'd had before then was bashful but strong yet during her absence he had distanced himself from the idea of her in order to cope.

When she returned all the emotions he felt came rushing back in waves. And he was still blowing it.

•••

"I'm so tired of watching these two pine after one another." Wanda spoke suddenly, making Bucky turn toward her, dragging his gaze away from the pair.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, looking back at them as Wanda came to stand at his side, watching them with him.

"You mean you haven't noticed? Y/n's in love with Steve. Steve's in love with Y/n. It's agonizing to watch, really." She sighed, rather vexed with the entire situation. It was her after all who had watched them through the years. They'd known each other ever since before the accords and all that time they'd had an awkward friendship in which feelings were obvious on both ends yet neither had the courage to act.

She hated to imagine how Y/n's death might've affected him but yet it still hadn't given him the will of the courage to act. It pained her to watch the two fall back into their old ways.

"Y/n loves Steve?" Bucky mumbled, disbelief evident in his features. Wanda nodded, her eyes trailing Y/n as she made her way to Peter, who was standing haphazardly close to Steve.

"More than life itself, though she'll never admit it. I saw it when I had to enter her thoughts years ago during a mission we had in Germany." Wanda explained. She remembered the overwhelming feeling of Y/n's emotions. They crashed into her stronger than any wave could and even after all these years they were just as strong.

"Then why haven't they done anything?" Bucky asked. He looked down at her finding the same lost expression on her face that was more than likely on his.

"I don't know. Y/n told me last week the same thing she told me all those years ago. Things are too complicated and she can't risk losing him if he doesn't feel the same." Wanda quoted Y/n, her annoyance seeping through her words.

Bucky scoffed, recognizing the excuse as something very similar to Steve's and he shook his head, feeling the same defeat Wanda did. "Just like them to be too stupid to be happy." He groaned, looking up at them.

"Yeah. But hopefully when he kisses her one of them will do something." Wanda hoped her statement might encourage their boldness.

"Unless it's a repeat of spin the bottle." Bucky said, dreading the chance that it might happen. Wanda cringed, shaking her head.

"Y/n won't allow it. She takes the game too seriously." She replied, more to convince herself than Bucky. It was true. Y/n would get Steve to kiss her whether it was for the win or her own motives. That is if her nerves didn't take over.

"Let's hope."

•••

"Well, if it isn't Spiderman." Y/n called out, grabbing Peter's attention. He smiled brightly, finally being called by his preferred name and not Spiderboy.

"Ms. Y/n! What-what are you doing here?" Peter's sore attempt at small talk made him wince but thankfully Y/n didn't seem to mind, looking down at his glass.

"Just mingling. Whatcha drinking?" She asked curiously, wondering if Tony had allowed the poor boy a drink while dealing with all the people who no doubt asked him millions of questions regarding his presence and age.

"Sprite. Mr. Stark said he can't allow me to 'drink and swing'." Peter adjusted his glass, using his fingers as quotations before letting out a short giggle at the phrase.

Y/n laughed as well, trying to appear relaxed as she felt a certain pair of eyes on her. Steve was standing just a few feet away with Tony, not within earshot but close enough to send butterflies to her stomach. With each kiss she collected she felt more and more anxious knowing eventually she'd reach Steve. Was she ready for that?

"Well, that simply won't do. It's a party, Peter, and I can't allow you to not drink. When I was your age Tony was slipping me drinks left and right, it's only fair I pass on the tradition." She explained, leaning forward carefully as her hand brushed his.

He blushed, his eyes widening like saucers as she skillfully slipped his glass out of his hand, replacing it with her own. Glancing at Tony as if expecting to be caught, he was relieved to find his father figure blissfully unaware of their treachery.

"Ms. Y/n, I really shouldn't-"

"Don't worry, I'll drive you home if you're that worried. I got you bro." Y/n promised, nudging his arm with a kind smile. "Now tell me you've at least tried champagne. You've been to like three of these parties now." She laughed her smile growing as he joined in.

"Yeah, well, I mean a little bit from my Aunt May's glass." Y/n shook her head, putting her hand on his shoulder, a dramatic look of sorrow on her face.

"My poor boy. I have many things to share with you. Speaking of which, Shuri is asking if you're coming with me to Wakanda next week." Y/n sipped the soda watching as Peter's fingers danced happily against his own glass.

"Really?! I mean, of course! If you want me to. I've never been, what's it like?" Peter rambled, his face lit up in excitement, making Y/n chuckle at how thrilled the boy was.

"You'll see soon enough. I'll come get you next Friday and bring your suit, I'm sure Shuri would love to tinker with it." Y/n advised. Peter nodded wildly, psyched for such a trip.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/n." Peter grinned. Y/n wrapped an arm around his shoulders turning him in the direction of where Tony was standing.

"Peter, Y/n is fine. Trust me, I'm one of the few people in this world who know what it's like to have Tony as a father figure and anyone who can handle that is okay in my book." Y/n laughed, pointing at the man in question.

As if sensing their shit talking, Tony turned around, catching sight of them. A suspicious glare was sent their way but Y/n could hardly notice it as another figure stepped into view, following Tony's gaze.

It was then that they were forced to look at one another head on. Not at a glance or a sneaky peek. They might as well have been standing in front of one another as they both froze.

If Y/n's heart decided to stop in that instant, she wouldn't blame it. The pure intensity of Steve's gaze was enough to make her shudder and she fought her every molecule to stare back. There was a warmth in his eyes, one that sent a flutter of giddiness through her.

A small smile crept onto his face and Y/n gasped, forcing herself to return the gesture and not just gawk at him. She was at a loss for words. It was the first time since Thanos that he had given her any sort of acknowledgement. While it hurt that their friendship had seemed to diminish while she'd been gone, she knew that rekindling it was a two way street. But now he was smiling at her. And she was smiling back.

She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until Peter stepped in front of her, his hands resting on her shoulders and his brows furrowed in concern. "Y/n? Are you okay?" His voice was soothing and it helped her recover her loss of breath from her moment with Steve.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just...uh, thinking." She mumbled, her eyes drifting back to Steve once more. His smile had faltered slightly, his face beginning to match Peter's concern but with a small curve of her lips, she assured him that his worry was senseless.

"About the game?"

"Hmm?" Y/n questioned, directing her attention to the boy once more. Peter eyed his glass carefully before taking a cautious sip.

"The game you play with Ms. Natasha and Ms. Wanda. You're playing, right? I saw you earlier with Thor." He explained. Y/n's face flushed, a little embarrassed that her moment with Thor had been witnessed by someone she knew. What if Steve saw? Would he be jealous?

Y/n nearly shook her head, convincing herself that she wasn't worth being jealous over. Especially to Steve.

"Oh, yeah. We are. That reminds me, you like Star Wars right?" She smirked, looking at him as she sipped his soda, the pink on his cheeks making her giggle.

"Well, yeah, I mean lots of people do. I'm not the only one-that would be weird. Unless you like it, not that you liking it would make it less weird. Not that you're not weird! Weird-"

"Peter!" Y/n laughed, putting her hand on his as she lightly brought the drink down. "Whew boy, maybe alcohol isn't your thing. Then again you've always been a rambler." She gently took the drink back from him, watching as a wave of relief washed over him.

"Have you eaten yet? I think there's hors d'oeuvres around here somewhere." She muttered, glancing around for any servers. Peter shook his head accepting his soda back before looking back up at her.

"No I'm okay, really." He told her, his heart warming at how much she seemed to care. It was nice and he enjoyed his relationship with Y/n. She allowed him to do things with her like travel, patrol, even hang out in the lab and she quickly became another idol of his.

"Are you thinking of watching Star Wars?" He asked her, referring to her previous question. She smiled, shaking her head.

"No, I've already seen it, I'm just thinking of a pick up line for the game. Tonight's rules are if you like my line I get a kiss and I fully intend on winning tonight." Peter nearly choked on air as his eyes widened yet again.

"A kiss? From me?" Y/n giggled, tapping her finger to her cheek.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Parker. A kiss on the cheek will do." She teased, making his face impossibly redder. He shook his head frantically trying to display as best he could that it wasn't his intention.

"I'm kidding. Now are you ready to hear my cheesy pick up line or will I just have to forfeit?" Peter's head didn't seem to stop shaking as he urged her to continue. "Alright here goes."

"Hey, sweetheart. Do you like Star Wars cause Yoda only one for me." With a wink she smiled, enjoying the scrunch of Peter's nose as he cringed at the line. 

"Not doing it for ya?" She laughed. Peter scoffed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to show.

"I hate to admit it, but it was kinda funny." He sighed, ashamed to have enjoyed such a horrible line. Y/n's grin grew, pointing to her cheek once more.

"Then pay up. I've got two more kisses to collect." Peter smiled, leaning forward and pecking the space her finger had been. "Thank you. Now find someone to mess with. I won't be the only one reeking havoc tonight." She poked a stern finger into his chest. With some convincing he eventually promised to at least pull a prank on Sam and Bucky.

With that she began to make her way to Tony. A knot formed in her stomach as she paced in his direction yet it wasn't Tony who made her nervous. No, only Steve Rogers could make her feel so squeamish and turn her legs to jelly. And she was making her way straight toward him.

Y/n could barely hear the click of her heels and the chatter of those around her over the pep talk she was giving herself in her head. She refused to embarrass herself in front of him. This was going to be her second chance and she wouldn't allow her nerves to ruin it again.

"As I live and breathe! Do I stand before Iron Man and Captain America? I do hope this isn't a dream." Steve's soft chuckle seemed to go straight to her core and she feared her heart might beat right out of her chest.

"Don't encourage her, Cap." Tony grumbled, turning his gaze to Y/n. "Well, if it isn't my favorite niece."

"Your only niece." Y/n corrected, a short glare focused on him as he smirked.

"Let me guess you're here to win the game. Let's hear it so poor Cap here can get a turn. I don't think he's kissed a woman since the 40s." Tony leaned down, whispering the last part and making Y/n giggle.

"Hey!" Steve objected in vain. But what Y/n said next sent any duty to protect his pride out the window.

"That's a crying shame. The ladies must not know what they're missing." Y/n froze as the words left her mouth. What was she thinking? Her face burned and she hid behind her glass trying to muffle her embarrassed groan with her champagne.

"Jeez, get a room." Steve and Y/n both glared at Tony but he didn't seem to care, instead shrugging innocently.

"Alright, here's your line you impatient ass." Y/n scoffed, deciding to use a particularly bad line for the annoying man she dared call her father figure.

"Was that it?" He smirked.

"Shut up, I gotta turn around and approach this again or else it won't work." She hissed, earning a heartfelt laugh from Steve. Twice. She'd made him laugh twice. Her heart was practically singing at the thought. Maybe she'd actually get to kiss him?

With more determination than before, she turned around, taking a few steps away before dramatically turning back to them. Using theatrics she no doubt learned from Tony Stark himself, she put on a smile before holding her arms out in a grand gesture.

"Well I'm here, what's your next two wishes?"

"That was horrendous." Tony said almost immediately while Steve tried to contain his laughter behind them.

"Well, I couldn't very well waste my best lines on you now could I?" Y/n jested, taking the glass in his hand and pouring what remained of his drink into her now empty glass.

Tony's teasing expression fell as he painfully watched Y/n sip her glass. "I can't believe you're related to me." Y/n smiled back at him proudly.

"Only by marriage." She shrugged. Tony sighed, leaning down and pressing a fatherly kiss to her forehead just along her hairline.

"Thank god." He ignored Y/n's squinted stare, turning to Steve. "I think I'm going to go get another drink, since mine was so blatantly stolen." Tony glanced at Y/n who shamelessly smirked.

"But first I wanna hear your pick up line for Cap. Please be something patriotic. Maybe sing him the national anthem." He suggested, nudging Steve forward to where he stood before Y/n.

Not expecting Tony's push, Steve stumbled nearly crashing into Y/n but thankfully he caught himself, only having a redder face than before.

"I'm not sure the national anthem is a pick up line, Tony." Y/n replied, focusing on anything but Steve. At this distance she could smell the familiar cologne and feel the heat radiating from him. It reminded her all too much of the days before the snap. When he'd hold her whenever she was hurt or when he'd pick her up to launch her toward an enemy. Reminded her of the few hugs they'd managed to share.

Reminded her of their last before she dusted in his arms.

"I don't know. He's really horny for America, it might work." Tony refuted, earning a threatening gaze from both Steve and his niece.

"Fine, y'know what? Have privacy or whatever in the middle of this crowded party. See if I care." Tony said, a little butt hurt that he wouldn't be able to witness the awkward exchange first hand.

He was no idiot when it came to his niece's attraction to the super soldier. While at first he disapproved, even more so when it led to her being on the opposite side that day in Berlin, years had led to forgiveness. He couldn't really stay mad at her even if he tried. Only sorry he hadn't apologized before the snap.

"Thank you, Tony." Y/n spoke quietly, sending him a grateful look. Whatever was about to happen already made her nervous, she didn't think doing it with Tony there would be possible.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved a dismissive hand, beginning to walk away.

It wasn't until he had Morgan that he realized he was already a father. Y/n had been his first and no matter his guilt, she would always forgive him. Always need him.

"Don't get carried away." He threatened suddenly, pointing to his eyes before twisting his hand back to them with a menacing squint.

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking back to Steve as Tony finally left.

"He's protective." Y/n explained, trying to be annoyed. It was actually kinda touching the way he cared despite his usual selfish smartass exterior.

"For good reason." Steve agreed, making Y/n's head tilt confused.

"You think I can't take care of myself?" She questioned defensively, ready to prove her worth no matter who he was.

"No, of course you can. Just-..." He trailed off, a sorrowful expression taking hold of his features against his will. "We've both failed you before. Numerous times." Steve confessed, his eyes falling downcast as Y/n realized what he'd meant.

She’d never truly thought about how her absence might have affected him. Before the snap he never gave any hint that he wanted to be more than a friend to her. But now she studied that look in his eye, that one she hadn’t recognized before. Heartbreak. 

"Steve, you didn't fail me." She insisted. Her hand had come to his own, grasping lightly at his loose fingers and ignoring the buzz in her skin and the rapid pace of her heart.

"No, I did. I turned you against your family. I got you arrested. I dragged you back into the fight and...you got snapped away." His voice broke at the end, years of depression and misery washing over him all over again.

"It wasn't your fault. We all lost that day." Y/n argued but her words didn't seem to stick.

"I'll never forgive myself." Steve's words were barely above a whisper, each syllable falling further into him unable to escape.

The sight alone made her heart ache but it was the way he'd spoken that truly shook her. They were the words of a broken man, a man that had lost it all. Had she done that to him? Did he care about her like that? Maybe he was scared too.

“Well, it's a good thing I already did.” Y/n smiled hoping to bring back the smile that she'd been able to give him moments before. Her hand stayed planted to his own more terrified to release it than she was to keep holding it. Would she ever work up the courage to do it again?

Steve looked back up at her, a tender glimmer in his eye as he moved his hand to hold her own. “I missed you.”

The statement alone wasn't nearly enough to convey how much he'd longed for her in those five years, left without any hope of ever getting her back. Didn’t show her the sleepless nights or the endless tears. Didn’t show her first few years he spent, alone and secluded. Didn’t show her how many times he prayed to any god that would listen for them to bring her back. 

But her eyes seemed to tell him that she understood. Y/n knew exactly how he felt even if she'd been relieved of it for five years. She remembered when she was arrested, screaming at the guards that they'd never find Steve. Remembered the sobs that racked through her when he came to free her, relieved he’d made it out of the war safely. Remembered their time on the run, unable to tell him how she felt. Remembered volunteering to stay with Bucky when Steve's worry became too much. Remembered him coming back and bring a war with him. Remembered him catching her before she dusted, too fast for her to tell him her greatest truth. 

She loved him.

“I missed you too.” She said softly, her face burning under his gentle gaze. They’d become so unbearably close at that point, making her breath ragged and her heart race. 

Clearing her throat, she looked away, trying not to reveal how flustered he made her. “So do you wanna hear my pick up line or not?” She once again changed the subject, making Steve smile at her lovingly. 

“Definitely.” He replied. 

“Alright. On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?” She gave him the first one that came to find, silently groaning when she realized she'd done exactly what Tony suggested. Curse their horribly similar minds. 

"That's terrible." Steve chuckled, staring at her with adoration unlike he'd ever done before. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes and he refused to waste anymore time being scared. 

"You didn't like that? I have more." Y/n rambled, oblivious toward Steve's affectionate gaze. "Can I tie your shoes? I don't want you falling for anyone else." 

Steve laughed, shaking his head as he stepping forward and shifting his hand to her waist as he pulled her closer. 

The action on flustered her further, dragging another pick up line out of her. "Or I like your last name, can we share it?" 

Steve's smile grew, his heart swelling with each word. He loved listening to her lines even if they were cheesy. But he was determined now and he wouldn't let either of their nerves stop them anymore. 

"I lost my number, can I have-"

Suddenly he leaned forward, cutting her sentence short as his lips latched onto her own. 

The kiss was so tender she practically melted in his arms, her hand coming to his chest while the other shifted to behind his neck, her fingers filtering through the lower part of his hair. His grip around her waist tightened as his heart pounded under her palms, the aftermath of anticipation rushing through his chest. 

It was effortless the way they molded together and it left him breathless. He couldn't believe he'd never just kissed her before and after believing all these years he'd never get the chance to, he was so grateful to have her now. 

"I've waited too long for that. I think I'm gonna need interest." Y/n gasped as they pulled away her eyes half lidded as she tried to process what had happened. 

"Was that another pick up line?" Steve's brows furrowed, his lips a beautiful shade of darker pink. 

Y/n smiled up at him, pulling him close once more. "Shut up." 

••• 

"Who's gonna tell her she didn't win?" Wanda questioned suddenly, glancing over at Nat. 

Sam raised his hands in surrender, passing off the duty as soon as possible to avoid any type of rage the woman might've wreaked on him. 

"I don't think she'll really care at this point." Nat spoke, pointing a finger toward the couple across the room. 

They didn't seem to care that they were in a room full of people, instead remaining engrossed in each other as they stared at each other lovingly. It was touching really but what Nat assumed to be their confessions had lost Y/n the game. 

"Wait does this mean the games with stop?" Sam questioned suddenly. 

"No, it'll just make them more interesting." Nat smirked.

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Word count: 4.6k

CW: Smut, NSFW, Wound, Blood

A/N: I know it's hella long but it irks me to make two people have sex when it doesn't make sense for them to do so. Hopefully you'll enjoy.

It was an exceptionally cold day. Not that it was never not cold in your little northern town. But even among the cold ones, that day felt a bit too cold to you. You were feeling lazy from the very moment you woke up, but after leaving your warm comforter the cold bit into your skin like a snake, even though you had the heater on. 'I gotta get this heater checked’ you thought as you opened up the blinds to look outside. Surprisingly it was neither snowing nor much cloudy. You could almost make out the sun behind the wispy clouds. This cold but almost sunny day lit you up with an amazing idea. You called in sick to your work without wasting any time. Quickly gulping down some leftovers and grabbing your meticulously packed little bag for this exact occasion you were on your way. Hoping none would see you was a terrible stretch of luck cause in that town, everyone knew everyone and everyone saw everything. You were confident you could lie your way out of trouble if you got in any so you didn't quite care anyway. You had only thought in your mind, The hot spring.

The hot water welcomed your skin like an old lover. As you hoped, the water soothed every aching and sore muscle in your body. The spring was empty as usual. The town people weren't quite fond of taking a bath there, unlike you, who even after being born and brought up there couldn't quite get over the euphoric feeling of bathing in a hot spring in the freezing cold weather. Sometimes you wondered if god made a mistake cause you clearly were meant to be in a more warm climate. The cold and the mundane nature of this place got under your skin way too often. Although there were some weird and unexplainable events occurring recently that left the town in quite an unrest. You knew some stuff but honestly you couldn't differentiate the truth from the rumors so you preferred to keep your distance. Anyway you didn't wanna think about that, all you wanted to do was to float in the tranquil hot water, tune everything out with the ecstatic feeling and you could do that forever.

Unfortunately, your forever was interrupted rather quickly as you felt waves behind you. You turned around only to be greeted with a man's face you've never seen before. And working at the local convenience store, it was unlikely you haven't come across almost everyone living in that godforsaken place. He was adrift a bit too close, and you were taken aback, visibly.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else, didn't mean to scare you” he blurted out sensing your shock and possible discomfort.

“I-It's fine. I just wasn't expecting anyone to be around” you replied. you could see his piercing green eyes even through the steam and they were gorgeous, to say the least. There was this intensity in them that you've never seen in anyone's eyes before.

You could feel yourself staring. So as to snap yourself out of it and to break the uncomfortable silence you quickly spoke up, “You aren't from around here!”. You meant to ask but it came out as a statement somehow, his intense eyes were messing with your tongue.

“Hah! No. I'm not.” he said ever so calmly. You could make out his face clearly from the steam now, and it was angelic. His slick neck and collarbone glistened in the warm water, now at more of a distance from you than before. Yet to you it felt like he was almost pressing against your skin. It made you uncomfortable, in a sensual way. But you played it cool, you had to play it cool. You weren't the type to flirt with unknown people let alone feel this way for a complete stranger that you met like 30 seconds ago. But it was a fact that you never came across a stranger that looked like him. You couldn't really blame yourself for feeling like that. You shook off your body's fervent reaction to him and said, “I see. We don't really get any tourists around here, especially during these months. Are you visiting someone?”

“Not really. I'm here to fulfill my duty.” he said, the words rolling out his tongue like butter. You've always adored that accent, rarely you heard it around there.

-“Duty?”

-“Yes.”

You understood he probably wasn't interested in explaining anything further and you quite weren't in the state to ask anything either. Your mind was getting hazy. There was a considerable amount of distance between the two of you but his presence felt electrifying. The tension, you felt, was excruciating yet exciting. He on the other hand, seemed extremely and unusually composed. Even smirking, ever so slightly

You were starting to realize there was something unnatural about this man, your head now completely fuzzy and that was your cue to leave. You dipped in the water and swam away without saying anything else. You didn't look back when you got out of the water. When you parked your car in front of your house 15 min later, you were panting.

It had been a few days since you saw him. Yet you couldn't get him out of your head. You saw his intense gaze at the back of your lid everytime you closed them. There were things happening around you but you were out of it. You felt faded everywhere you went. It was as if he took a part of you with him. It was so dumb when you thought about it, you were with him for like 2 minutes at best, yet he rubbed off on you so badly that you couldn't stop thinking of him. And sometimes you caught yourself wishing you met him again, maybe feel his skin this time. You wanted it to happen so much yet you were afraid of it happening, no, you were terrified. Cause if you felt his skin once, touched him even for a moment, you would lose control over all your motor function. Feeling this hot and bothered for someone you didn't even know the name of, left you quite ashamed.

That evening when you came home from your disturbingly tedious job, you weren't expecting for your wish to come true and that too to such an extent.

You walked straight to your kitchen to pour yourself some rosé cause it was Saturday and you had nothing better to do. You preferred the high of alcohol more than whatever you've been feeling for the last few days. It was way better to be actually drunk. You heard some rustling behind you as you were emptying the first glass. You didn't pay it any mind. As you were pouring yourself the second glass you heard footsteps, that sent you on alert mode. When you turned around, ever so slowly, you saw the guy in glasses. Standing, rather leaning against the door frame, with his left hand pressing against the side of his stomach. You were out of everything these past few days that's for sure but you still heard about him. Panic struck you quicker than the alcohol could. ‘How did he get in?’ you thought then immediately answered you own question by cursing yourself for not properly locking the door, the want to get drunk as quick as possible came back to bite you in the ass. But beating yourself up for that wouldn't help now, the danger was already in. With your back against the counter you started fumbling around with your hands in the back looking for something sharp, anything but the only thing you found was the bottle of rosé and the half poured glass. You cursed yourself again and understood that luck wasn't on your side so you decided to run for your life cause you didn't wanna die yet. But your body froze in place and nothing you could do would help it move. Fear took over your being like a frostbite. All of this happened only in the matter of a few seconds. You were now standing there, glaring at him with wide terrified eyes, preparing yourself for the bitter embrace of death. He was standing there still, crouched a bit, till then. Seeing you stop moving, he laggardly took off his glasses and the mask and threw it aside. Your eyes darted towards the accessories as they fell on the floor with a soft thump. It was only then that you noticed he was bleeding all over your floor. When your eyes came back up to see his now bare face, your body went numb and blood flooded the back of your neck like a tsunami at the sight. It was him.

Nothing was making sense to you. Right then probably the alcohol kicked in cause you started feeling tipsy and was starting to doubt if all of that was just a mere hallucination. You were starting to spiral in your absurd thoughts when he spoke up, his voice sharp from the visible pain he was in, “w-will you help-p me p-please?”

Hearing his aching voice something went off in you. The fact that he was the guy in glasses, the dangerous demon people kept talking about, completely washed away from your immediate memory. You rushed over to him and held him by his shoulder to walk him to your bedroom. You helped him out of his coat and the clothings underneath. He inhaled sharply when the t-shirt brushed against the side of his stomach as he was taking it off. It was then that you could see the wound. It was ghastly and bleeding still. You gasped at the sight of it. You blurted out, “How did you get this?”

He didn't answer your question, rather went on to say, “it's a...um.. grazed bullet wound”. His voice strained from the agony.

“W-we need to go to the hospital, what if the bullet is inside!”, you said as your fingers were ghosting over the wound, your teeth clenched. You were growing more and more worried with every passing moment.

“Look at me”, he said firmly with his tired voice and you did, he was looking more human now. Still as unreal as that day, but somehow more human. ‘It's probably all the blood’, you thought to yourself.

“I can't go to the hospital, you understand? You have to help me however you can right here, yeah?” he had this expression, this strange mix of pleading and pain on his face as he said that and nodded slowly. You nodded back in return like an old partner in crime would. After carefully sitting him down on the bed and giving him one of your T-shirts that was just lying around to press over the wound, you practically ran over to your bathroom to get your first aid box. You came back equally hurried. He was slouching in pain. One hand pressing the t-shirt over his wound, other one supporting his body weight on the bed.

You laid him down slowly and then sat beside him. He hissed as you took off the now bloody t-shirt and exposed the wound again. You started cleaning the wound with an antiseptic liquid and you could feel his body shudder under your touch from the pangs of the liquid.

“I think it needs stitches” you looked up and said. He looked fatigued but still more beautiful than any human you've ever seen.

“Can you do it?” he managed to say, with labored breathing.

“I-i learnt it in highschool. I have the supplies but I don't know. It may hurt. I still think we should go to the hos-”

“Do it.” he cut you off quite abruptly. And as if under a spell, you complied.

Halfway through the process, you looked up to see him staring at you. His eyes sent a chill down your spine. The intensity was now setting in, he was half naked, almost under you, you were touching his warm skin and he was staring at you, like that. You couldn't bear the tension so you decided to speak up. Besides the questions were bubbling under the surface for quite a while now.

“How did you find my place?” you asked, and genuinely wanted to know.

-“Freya told me. She was curious to know with whom I confused her with.”

- “How do you know Freya?”

- “I do.”

- “and she told you my name too?”

- “Yes, (Y/N). She indeed did”

Your hand hitched a bit hearing your name roll off his tongue like that. You weren't prepared. He hissed at the sudden sharp pain.

- “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” you apologized quickly. He didn't say anything. For a while you went quiet but the questions started pouring in again.

- “So why didn't you go to Freya's? You're clearly her guest. Why come to me?”

- “There were police at her place.”

And at that sentence, everything came back to you like a flood.

“Who are you? What's with you and the glasses? And what is this demon people keep talking about? What the hell is this bullet wound and how did you get it? Why are you on the run from the police? Did you kill someone?”, in one singular breath you asked. Your hands stopped working at his wound. The fear was slowly creeping in again.

He looked at you blankly for a little while and then chuckled. It caught you off guard and you couldn't but relax a bit.

“You ask an awfully lot of questions to someone who is getting stitches on his stomach, don't you think?” he said in a strained but adoring voice.

You felt a bit humiliated and looked down to continue your work.

After a while, he let out a sigh and said, “I'm a Shaman. I came to save this town. From a demon who possesses people and slowly becomes them.”

Whatever he said didn't quite make sense to you but there was something so religious about the way he spoke, something so otherworldly about him that you believed him without a shadow of a doubt. You realized he didn't answer all your questions either and honestly you didn't need him to. You believed every word from of his mouth like it's the word of the lord. And at that point, if he said you were the demon, you would have believed him. Maybe that's what compelled you to ask the next question, “Am I the demon?”

- “No. Never. The demon wouldn't touch someone like you.”

Again it didn't make sense to you what he meant, but you felt it and you believed him. He was growing visibly weary so you decided not to ask him anything further. And when you were done stitching, he was fast asleep. You bandaged up the wound, turned off the lights and left him be.

You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of rosé. Your brain was banging against your skull, whatever happened from the evening truly felt like a fever dream. The man that you've been thinking about for the entire week and the man who this town thinks is a demon was fast asleep in your bedroom, it wasn't setting quite right in your brain. You drained the bottle, hoping you'd wake up from this. But instead you started feeling terribly exhausted. You wanted to just lie down on the floor and pass out right there but you deserved more than the hardwood floor after what happened that evening. Now if it was any other day, you would have slept on the couch but something about him was so magnetic that you couldn't keep yourself away from him. You stumbled your way to your bedroom and collapsed on the bean bag opposite to the bed. He was sleeping peacefully like a child. And looking at him, you too fell asleep with an empty bottle in your hand.

When you woke up, everything was blurry. Your headache hit your head before your vision did. As everything came into focus you saw him kneeling in front you, looking at you with his burning green eyes. The sun was coming in through the window above your head and it's glorious yellow glow bathed him. He looked like an ancient greek statue. However little humane he felt yesterday vanished just like that. With his soft lush curls draping over the face, he looked ethereal, kind but regal. You kept staring at him and couldn't quite speak. Whether it was the effect of his beauty or the hangover, you didn't know.

“You're awake” he said in a mellow soothing voice. He sounded much more lively than yesterday. He was still wearing only his pants. His body looked like it was carved out of a stone under the fuzzy sunlight.

You tried to say ‘hmm’ but made somewhat of a weird raspy sound. He didn't seem bothered by it.

“How's your wound?” you asked as you were trying to sit up properly.

“Better. Thanks to you.” he gave you a cordial smile. Something about that smile made you feel so safe even though a literal stranger was in your house at 6 in the morning.

-“um- do you want some coffee?”

-“No, you've already done enough, I think I should leave now”, he said as he looked at you with those mesmerizing green eyes. “Thank you (Y/N), I really appreciate your kindness”.

You didn't know what it was. Whether it was the way your name fell from his lips or the idea of him leaving and you not being able to see him again that sent a mix of anxiety and urgency down your body. You leaned in from the bean bag and crashed your lips onto his. Holding onto his shoulder for dear life, you pushed his body backwards with all your weight. You kept kissing him as if trying to devour him as quickly as possible. Running out of breath, when you pulled out, he had his back against the bed and you were half crawling half kneeling over his now stretched out legs. The position was almost as awkward as the situation. He looked at you with a startled expression, mouth slightly agape. You were just as appalled by your sudden inappropriate action.

“I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to. I should have asked. That was so inappropriate. I'm really so-” you blabbered on, flustered and ashamed of your actions.

“It's okay. I like you (Y/N)”, he cut you off and said with a soft loving voice, almost like you'd coo to a baby.

“B-but you don't even know me!”, the confusion in your voice was more than apparent. You looked at him wide eyed, hoping he would explain. Cause if he didn't, you wouldn't have the mental strength to ask him again after hearing what he just said.

“I don't need to know people like you all do” he spoke, the sunlight falling on him still making him look heavenly. “There's...There's a deeper knowing within me about people. From the place above and beyond. I knew you before, I know you now and I'd know you after this place too. I know you more than even you do perhaps. And I like you in all my knowing.”

His words felt like honey in your ears, his voice and accent made you feel light-headed. Or was it the hangover again? You couldn't tell. You didn't know. None of anything he said registered in your brain. Baffled, you just gawked at him, frozen in your uncomfortable posture.

Sensing your astonishment, he cupped your face with his hands and brushed your cheeks with his thumbs, with a smile that you were sure could cure you from all your illness. Under his touch you melted. It felt like electricity was running up and down your body. At this moment, you truly believed, he wasn't from this world.

Every bone in your body wanted to possess him.

And so you did. Kissing him with all the force you could muster. You crawled your way over his body, then straddling him. He kissed you back although more softly compared to your burning urgency. Your hands wandered into his soft hair, tugging and pulling. You were getting sloppy but you didn't take a moment off, you felt like if you did he might just slip off from under you like sand. Or you might wake up from this very vivid dream. You couldn't take any chances, you had to make the most of whatever it was, real or imagined. You were grinding against him slowly but aggressively. Your clothed chest rubbed against his bare skin. As his tongue mingled with yours, he tasted heavenly, like nothing you've tasted before. Your hands wandered all over his neck, shoulders and arms. You were trying to touch and feel everything that he was, he still didn't feel real to you. In your fervid bliss, you mistakenly pressed against his bandaged wound making him hiss out in pain against your mouth. Your ardent movements came to a halt as he slowly pulled away, saliva dripping from the side of his mouth, his lips glistened in the yellow sunlight.

“Go a bit easy on me, yeah?” he pleaded, his doe eyes piercing your soul. At that moment if he stabbed you in your heart, you'd die happy. But you wanted to please him, make up for whatever hurt you caused him. So you kissed him again, this time feebly. His mouth, the side of his mouth, jaw bone, neck, collarbone, you kept showering him with careful kisses, licks and bites all over his upper body. He was brushing his hands lovingly on your back. It felt like this was the moment you've been waiting for your whole life, you were quite sure you wouldn't exist afterwards. When you were done bathing every inch of his upper body with your lips you looked up to see his face. His affectionate gaze was sending warm ripples down your stomach. You felt his hardness against you and you knew what you wanted to do. You started kissing your way down towards his crotch, and after a bit of fumbling, you slid his pants off of him. There he was in all his glory. Without wasting a second, you took his cock in your mouth completely, as far as you could. His breath hitched at your sudden action. You glided your mouth up and down while your tongue went in circular motion around his length. If he was the god there then you were his one true devotee and you wanted to worship him, please him like your life depended on it. You heard him grunt softly and that made you soak through your panties. You could feel his body tense up, his breathing starting to get more and more rushed. You would finish him off like that if it weren't for his hands reaching down to cup your face and pull you up back on top of him. None of you were talking but it felt like you were communicating with him more than you've done with anybody before. He took your top off in a languid motion, followed by your bra. Your bare skin flush against his, like your body was on fire.

He eyed you up and down slowly, and uttered “you're beautiful”. You wished you could reply and say something but you were too out of your mind to do so. You only kissed him in return. After another fervent make out session, you pulled away, breathless. You were starting to get needy again as you felt your stomach slowly tightening up. He then pushed his back upwards in a clumsy way and sat up on the edge of the bed. You looked up to him and he looked celestial. At this point you weren't thinking anymore, everything you were doing was purely instinctual. He reached his right hand out to you and you took it. With one fluent motion he pulled you up and pinned you on the bed. He was now on top of you, staring down. You could see a glimpse of hunger in his eyes but his kind smile felt otherwise. It was him now who bathed your body with kisses. He lovingly took one of your nipples in his mouth and stroked the other one with his hand. With his warm tongue working on your nipple and his soft curls tickling your breast, you were quite sure you were in heaven. But you were getting impatient and you wanted to feel him inside of you. Unknowingly to you, your hips went up to grind against him as you whined sensually. He looked up at you and chuckled softly. You felt your cheeks warm up from embarrassment. But he complied with your will and helped you out of your pants and underwear. Now there was nothing between the two of you. He came up to face you as he positioned himself at your entrance. Your body felt like it would turn to dust at any moment. Your vision was hazy but you could swear his angelic beauty lit up the whole room. You felt like you were drowning in his eyes. But your reverie broke as he entered your body, filling you in. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around him. Your back arched up like a cat as he quickly found a rhythm and started hitting the right spot. Waves of pure bliss started to take over your whole body as your core started building up. You were a moaning mess under him, and his grunts felt like music to your ears. He was navigating the boat and you were just riding. He picked up the pace and became more and more aggressive. You could feel him smothering your cheeks, neck and breast with kisses. But honestly you couldn't tell anymore, you could only feel the waves rising and the tension building. Building and building and with a final hit, it all came undone. You came crashing down a mountain top but it felt euphoric. Your eyes rolled back somewhere into my skull. You could feel his tongue in your mouth, as his thrusts became more and more sloppy until it finally halted. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, and you could feel his warm fluid fill your insides.

When you opened your eyes, you were a panting and sweating mess. He pulled out of you slowly and rolled over to your side. He was equally as messy as you were. You turned on your side to face him. He was smiling at you coyly and in that moment it felt like you've known him for eternity. He was practically gleaming in the afterglow. As you were slowly coming down from the high a very embarrassing realization hit you. You didn't know his name. You just fucked someone you didn't even know the name of. You were becoming red with shame and he noticed.

“What's wrong?”, his voice filled with genuine concern. You were seriously considering if you should ask him that at this point. But you did,

-“I- um... what's your name?”

-“Vladek” he said softly and in that moment he looked so beautiful that you were afraid you'd go blind. Yet in his beauty there was this delicacy, this vulnerability. For some reason you felt like he didn't have much time left on his hands. As if he had to go back from where he came. He looked too vulnerable for this world and you had a very bad feeling.

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Owl House Fanfiction: I love The Found Family Trope!

Posted on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29417493

Eda had gotten used to a lot of different ways of waking up after her getting her curse.

The first few times it happened, she'd unfortunately routinely woken up to find herself naked. (Titan, was she grateful when she'd finally found a spell that made her clothes change with her and didn't have to keep dumpster diving or "borrowing" clothes)

Once that was taken care of, her post transformation wake ups were slightly more comfortable, if predictable. She'd come too laying on the ground, her body's usual aches, pains, and stiffness seemingly doubled to the point where she could barely move. If she was in someone's house she'd likely be surrounded by overturned furniture and fixtures all covered in claw and bite marks. If she was lucky any people that might've been there would've already run and hid. If she wasn't….well, she knew a good amount of healing magic and potions.  No matter how much damage she might have caused, most people wouldn't turn down having their injuries taken care of.

And after that, things changed. Even if the person she was living with didn't kick her out, she could still see how they acted differently. They avoided eye contact with her, didn't stay in the same room with her for longer than two seconds, and she couldn't help but notice how they always seemed to lock their doors at night, nevermind whether she'd taken her elixir or not. Needless to say, when that happened she was gone before a week even passed. Someone being afraid of her or thinking she was a freak she could handle. But she preferred that to them tiptoeing around it and pretending to be okay with her when they were secretly scared. 

Considering all of that, waking up safely in her nest with a bottle of elixir in her mouth was a new experience.

She wasn't that shocked once she'd gotten the whole story. She'd never explained what her elixir did to King, and Luz thinking it was some special magic boosting potion sounded just like her. But what really surprised her were their reactions. 

After making sure Hooty was put back up and okay, they'd come by to check on her. Luz, having worried she might not be feeling well, had brought her a bowl of some strange human concoction called "chicken soup" that she'd gotten from a can in her junk collection. ("It's no magic potion but my mom. always made me chicken soup when I wasn't feeling well.) She'd also gotten her a person sized pillow that had the image of some male human character with spiky hair on it and with a little work slid it beneath Eda in her nest. The thing may have looked weird but it was comfy as heck and felt great for her sore back. Meanwhile King, still looking regretful about snatching her elixir, had fixed her a mug of apple blood as a peace offering.

While the mixture of alcohol and salty human bird water helped soothe some of her pain, Eda couldn't help but notice her apprentice and her housemate still standing off to the side of her nest. Both of them simply stood and watched as she ate and drank, staying oddly silent and staring at her as if she might disappear mid slurp.

It was almost a little unnerving. She hadn't expected either of them to be this quiet after discovering her curse. She figured Luz would've had her usual million questions about anything magical while King would be demanding to know why she hadn't told him before now. 

Then again, it wouldn't surprise her if they were still too in shock. After all, while she had never been able to witness it herself, she knew her cursed form could be pretty terrifying to see. One person she'd lived with had been so freaked out by it, he hadn't been able to make any noise except terrified squeaks for 3 days.

Plus, the way they found out was pretty sudden. Sure, King shouldn't have stolen her elixir but it wasn't like he knew what it was for or why she took it. In fact, a part of her hoped he'd never find out.

But the cat was off the staff now. She knew that the two of them must still be curious, otherwise they wouldn't still be there. So it was time to witch up and deal with it.

Eda drank the last few dregs of soup from her bowl and drained the rest of her apple blood for a little courage before turning to King and Luz.

"Alright you two. I know you probably want to know more about all this. So, let's have it."

Luz and King took a moment to look at each other, almost seeming to have a full conversation in two seconds before turning back to her.

"No thanks." Luz said.

"Yeah, we're good." King agreed.

Eda blinked in confusion. "What? What do you mean?"

"We don't need to know anymore." Luz explained. "This whole curse thing seems kind of personal and besides you already told us all the important parts. So we don't need to know anything else."

Eda stared at her in stunned silence. She looked to King and was even more surprised to see him nod in agreement.

To say this was not what she'd been expecting would be an understatement.  Where was the yelling at her for putting them in danger? The demanding answers? The blaming her for not telling them about her curse before all this? Heck, the two of them didn't even look that upset. They just still had those weirdly concerned looks on their faces. Maybe they just worried she'd still be mad about them stealing her elixir and were too scared to bring it up.

But that brought another issue to mind. And while she might have become pretty fond of those two, she knew it would only be a matter of time until it came up.

Ignoring the tight feeling in her chest, Eda said slowly. "Listen…..if you guys want to find somewhere else to stay, I understand."

They both became bug eyed.

"What?!" Luz cried.

"What are you talking about?!" King asked.

Eda looked away from them, doing everything she could to keep the wetness in her eyes from turning into full blown tears.

Suck it up. She thought. It's not like you haven't done this before.

"Luz, you could probably see if one of those Hexside kids might be willing to let you stay with them, and King I-."

"You're kicking us out?!" Luz yelled.

"No!" King scrambled into the nest, got onto his knees  and clasped his paws together. "Please Eda, don't!  I'll never be able to find anyone else willing to  let me live with them without paying! If this is about stealing the elixir, I'm sorry! I swear I won't steal anything you don't tell me to!" 

Eda frowned in confusion and turned back to them. "What? No. I mean, yes King, if you steal from me again I'll turn you into a tiny fur rug, but I just meant….you guys really don't want to move out?"

They both looked shocked at her question. "No." "Why would we?"

"Why would- how about  because I could have killed you two last night?" She felt bile begin to build in her throat and not the magical kind. "I could have eaten one of you like I did the snaggleback!"

"Oh come on Eda, it wasn't that-."

"Luz." Eda said, her voice hard. She didn't have it in her right now to deal with Luz sunshine attitude.

Luz must have noticed because she sighed and said. "Okay, look Eda. I'm not going to lie and say that today wasn't terrifying or that I wasn't afraid but….Eda, once I realized that the monster that was chasing after us was you? All I could think about was how I could help or what I could do to get you back. I didn't want to lose you."

Eda stared at her apprentice in complete shock. In her past talks with her living mates after they discovered her curse, they always talked about them . Their safety, their terror at her transformation, their discomfort at having Eda stay around after what happened. But Luz was thinking about her and whether she was okay.

It felt….weird. But in a good way. Kind of like a lot of things Luz did come to think of it.

Eda looked down to where King was still sitting in her nest. "And what about you King? You aren't freaked out by my little secret?"

King shrugged. "Eh, at first it was horrifying but after thinking about, its actually pretty cool. You're a demon just like me! Which technically makes you one of my subjects!"

Eda rolled her eyes. Typical King.

"And, since you are one of my subjects…."

"King, I swear to Titan, if you-."

".....than, that also means you fall under my protection." King finished. He walked over to Eda, climbed into her lap where he curled up into a ball. "If anyone wants to hurt you, they'll first have to go through me!"

Eda couldn't hide the amazement on her face as she gazed down at King. Then she felt something softly touch her shoulder. She looked over and saw Luz had placed a hand on her and was giving her a loving look.

"We're not going anywhere Eda. Us weirdos have to stick together, remember?"

Eda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Even after they both spent the night being terrorized by her and knew about her curse, they still insisted on sticking around.

They weren't going to leave her.

Luz suddenly frowned and looked at her worriedly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

It took Eda a moment to realize that there was a tear streaming down her face. She quickly wiped it away.

"Uh, no Luz, I just, uh, really loved that soup you brought me. There any chance there's some more?"

"I'll go dig through trash for another can!" Luz excitedly sprinted out the door.

Eda looked down at King. "Would my so-called "King" be willing to fix his new subject another apple blood?"

King stood up from her lap and stretched. "I suppose its what any humble ruler would do for his wounded subject." King took her mug and scrambled out of her nest and out the door.

Eda sighed fondly and layed back on her spiky hair human pillow, taking in the sight of the many light orbs that now dotted her ceiling thanks to her apprentice.

We're not going anywhere Eda.

If anyone wants to hurt you, they'll first have to go through me

Eda chuckled. "Thanks you two

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