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velvetydream · 2 months

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꒰ :🥀 [ War is over? ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

❝ Request! ᵕ̈

Summary : The hotel was in shambles and a certain radio demon was missing from the group. Worried for him, you start your way down to the destroyed radio tower, scared of what might await you.

Pairing : Alastor x Doe! Gn! Reader

Word count : 2962 Words

Genre : Angst, Comfort

Warnings ➵ SPOILERS FOR EP 8!! Crazy Alastor, Out

of character? , Swearing, Blood

a/n : Thank you sm for this request! I love the idea and trope sm for Alastor! Also that scene- oh my, it was insane! I just love what a crazy and complexe chara he is!

Rly going into the crazy Al spectrum here, make him go crazy over almost dying saving his > friends <

Also added the reader being a doe! Hope that was okay! Despite it being a doe reader, I still only used gender neutral prounouns / only used > you < as for describing the reader!♡

Request by : @alastorsdarlingdoe

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Your eyes wander over the lights of Pentagram City down below, a breeze moves your hair, raising your hand to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Sighing, a hand runs over your forehead now, slightly pinching the bridge of your nose while leaning on the railing of the balcony. The music and chatter from inside could be heard, everyone was trying to enjoy this night before the battle, but you couldn't help but worry. Worried something might happen or that someone might die, even though you tried to push these thoughts to the far back of your mind, trying to be positive, trying to see the best, and telling yourself everyone will make it out alive and safe.

"Damn it.." Rubbing your fingers over your eyes softly, trying to remove the tears that were building up. Sniffing a few times, your foot taps the floor anxiously while your ears are slightly pressed back. Body noticeably tense and nervous. To many things going through your head, you loved everyone in this hotel so much, that if anything were to happen to someone you would be devastated. Especially if something were to happen to Alastor.

Alastor was one of the first sinners you got close to in hell after Rosie had introduced him to you years ago. By now you two were a darling little pair, as Rosie liked to call it. It did take a while for both of you to grow close and accept these feelings, but in the end, you did. Even though it was sometimes hard with an Overlord as your partner, he made sure you were safe and taken care of all the time, so you had nothing to worry about. You can still remember the day you met Alastor like it was yesterday. Sitting in Rosie's boutique, sipping on some tea, as she squealed in excitement before pulling the red-haired demon over. Of course you knew who he was before you even met him, no one goes through hell without hearing about the radio demon, who overthrew the old Overlords, sooner or later. Ears straight up and turned to his direction, your ears were slightly wide, visibly alert of the dominating and dangerous presence of Alastor. He though simply smiled at you, took your hand, and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, introducing himself to you. It was a beautiful memory. Not so beautiful was his disappearing for seven years, but you forgave him, which brought you to where you are right now, on the balcony of Charlie Morningstar's hotel. Worrying your head off over the ear against heaven and the exterminators.

"A penny for your thoughts darling?" Shrieking together at the voice behind you, you hadn't noticed Alastor joining you on the balcony, too deep in your thoughts. Quickly rubbing over your eyes, before turning to the man you love with a smile on your face. This caused suspicion to rise in him, were you crying? "Oh, Al! It's nothing important! Why aren't you with the others." Watching him slowly approach you, he softly places his hand on your cheek, watching you close your eyes and nuzzle into the palm of his hand. Alastor could see right through you and you knew that, he always knew when you lied, just like you did right now. "Oh my little doe, how can I be inside when my darling is outside here crying and overthinking all by yourself?" His voice was soft, it was only for your ears, he only used this tone with you. Opening your eyes again, gazing up at him with tearful eyes. He couldn't help but coe at this sight, his little doe darling looking at him all teary-eyed, though he preferred a different time for this sight.

"Now, now~ Why don't you tell me what's bothering this pretty little head of yours?" Wiping away the tears on your face and at your eyes with his fingers now, carefully to not accidentally cut you with his claws. Watching as your teeth sink down on your lip, another habit you had when nervous, making his finger trail softly over your lips, letting your teeth release the lip before you could bite it bloody. "It's just.. I'm.. Ugh.. Worried, what if something happens? What if someone dies? What if.. you die?" Tears were building up in your pretty eyes again, making Alastor chuckle slightly, not that you were crying, but that you were even thinking of him dying. He was the radio demon, no one would kill him, and no one would even get close to killing him. "Oh sweetheart, don't worry your little head over nonsense like this, nothing will happen to any of us and especially not me! Haha! Trust me dearest! Everything will be fine." Fingers softly swipe over your cheek, as he pulls your body closer to your face, leaning down slightly and planting a soft kiss to your forehead, before nuzzling his nose against your hair between your two flickering ears. Not being able to suppress new tears, your arms go around his waist, pressing your face into his chest. Alastor tensed for a second from your touch, but quickly melts into it himself, laying his arms around you, one hand softly playing with your hair.

He was right, everything would be all right, at least that's what you thought..

It was as if everything went by in a flash, the exterminators were flying down to the hotel, and everyone was doing their best while Alastor protected the group with a shield, to make sure no new angels could attack while the first ones were being taken care of. But that was quickly taken care of by Adam himself, breaking the shield which made your eyes grow wide, he was able to do that? This was not good at all. Doing your best to help the others, fighting back to back with Angel, shielding Husk from an attack with your spear, and pulling Charlie down from an attacker just in time.

This was truly hell. And it even got worse when Adam suddenly started targeting the rest of the group, where was Alastor? Looking around wildly you couldn't see him, Charlie speaking your exact thoughts that if Adam is here he must be... "WATCH OUT!" Husk smashes into you, pulling you to the ground to the side, where you stood seconds before now an angelic spear piercing the ground. "Get your shit together! That motherfucker isn't dead! So till this is over get your act together and make sure you're not the one dying, 'cause if you do that fucker will have my head for that!" Husk was shaking your shoulders violently, everything that was a blurry mess before slowly coming back to you. He was right, you need to survive this, if Husk said he wasn't dead, it must be true, he would probably feel it if Alastor died through his soul contract.

The fight continued on, after Sir Pentious brought his sacrifice, Charlie was facing Adam by herself, Vaggie was somewhere in the hotel with that one exterminator fighting, while the rest took care of the angels outside the hotel, keeping Charlie and Vaggie's backs clear. It was exhausting, you got a few injuries on your body too, but nothing too bad, the fight soon ended with Lucifer showing up to save his daughter and Niffty stabbing Adam herself.

After collecting your thoughts and hugging Charlie for a while, you started to look around. The hotel was completely destroyed, but with everyone around, there was new hope, with Lucifer leading the group and especially Charlie to not give up on this. Eyes wandering over the debris the hotel was now, over everyone around, keeping your eyes open for a certain demon. A thought pops into your head, making your way to the cliff, looking down, at the radio tower lying at the bottom of the cliff. Slowly and carefully to not trip, you make your way down, scared of what might or might not await you. Would he be there? Would he be hurt? Alive? Dead? Maybe he had gone again like those seven years ago, leaving everyone and everything behind.

Blood on the floor leading to the radio tower made your eyebrows raise, so someone or something for sure was here and injured. You just hoped it was Alastor and that he wasn't beyond getting stitched up.

Reaching the hatch to his radio tower, you notice it standing open. Reaching your arms out, you carefully pull yourself up and pull your knee up to enter the room. Looking up already while entering, you see Alastor standing at his desk, his back facing you, yet you could see the way his whole body was tense and clawing at the desk with his hands. Finally in the room, on your knees you slowly get up to stand, looking at the man you love worried.

"Alastor..?" His ears turn to you before his head snaps in your direction, making an uncomfortable cracking sound, his body turning to you fully now. His eyes looked like nothing before, blown wide, crazy, crazier than they had ever been. This wasn't Alastor, but the Radio Demon before you. "Darling.. You're hurt.." Looking down at his chest to the gushing wound, crimson red painting his already red clothes. Laughter echoes through the space now. "HURT?! AHAHA! You're funny dearest! I'm not hurt! I cannot be hurt, did you forget who I am?!" Blown red eyes were staring right back at your own wide eyes, your eyes wide out for different reasons than his. "I know darli-" He took a step towards you, making your ears stand alert, you didn't fear Alastor, yet the Radio Demon scared you right now. "OH DEAREST! What a fight that was! Me?! Great Alastor, altruist, dying for his friends?!" His ears were parted, flat to the sides, while his hands were slowly tearing at his hair, pacing in a circle now, before slamming his hands to the desk. Shadows dancing around the two of you in the red light. You didn't dare whisper another word, even your breath stocking in your lungs, not sure if you should even breathe right now.

Alastor was going crazy, the fact of him almost dying being seen as a hero fucked with his mind, did he care about dying? No, he couldn't care less, but being seen as a good person, a redeemed sinner, or a hero?! No.

"You know what?! Now! After all this, it made me hungry! Hungry for the freedom barely out of reach! Never have I felt this before, can you believe this?! I was.. AM! so close!" An insane monologue continuing, he talked as if he was rather talking to himself than to you, did he even register you being there fully yet? He was driven by adrenalin, by a close death. Raising your hand, you were about to reach out for him, trying to pull him out of whatever spiral he was caught inside right now. "I'm so close! These constraints must have a backdoor right?! This deal!" Fingers pulling at his locks again, your own hand stilling in the air, as you watch him pace around, his eyes darting everywhere, when looking at you, they looked through you, he did not even realize you were here.

His whole body was trembling by now, the smile was strained on his face, making you worried to the core. Never had you thought you would ever experience such a side of Alastor, it shocked you. Now that his monologue stopped, you took cautious steps toward your lover, your finger barely grazing his arm, his eyes now snapping to you, his ears following. He was looking at you finally, not over or through you, he realized you were there and that he wasn't alone. "You're fine Al, you didn't die, you proved it." You knew to get to him, you had to reassure him, even if it was probably a bad idea, but for now, this would probably be the only way to get to him. "You're right dearest.." His hands slowly lowered from his hair, a few hairs tangled in them from how hard he was pulling on his poor hair. Eyes trailing down to the wound on his chest now, feeling your own tighten at the sight of Alastor injured. This was something you didn't think was possible to happen till now.

"Let me take care of this.." Pulling him to the desk softly, you make him lean against it, as you push his coat off his shoulders and start to unbutton his dress shirt, laying them to the side carefully. Ears pressing to your head now as you take in the wound on his chest, you knew his eyes were following your every move, so you tried not to keep on that for too long. Gathering everything you would need to somewhat clean and stitch him up, the things you had would have to do. The air was thick when you got to clean his wound, Alastor was watching you with his smiling face, while your own was adorned with a frown. It scared you knowing he could've died if he didn't disappear mid-fight, he would be dead now if he continued. Those thoughts make your hands shake, your view getting blurry as tears fill your eyes. Looking up when his hand softly encloses around the one holding the needle. "My poor little doe, I'm sorry for worrying and scaring you." Lips press softly against the knuckles of your hand. Pulling yourself together, you quickly finish the stitches up, then you would have all the time to get emotional and cry. Helping Alastor put on his dress shirt now, he slumps down to the floor, his back leaning against the wall, he was probably exhausted. It would take a while for him to heal entirely and be the old himself again.

"Come here beloved." Alastor was holding his arms open for you, finding a place between his legs now, your head leaning on his shoulder, opposite of his injury, making sure you wouldn't touch the freshly stitched-up wound. "I'm sorry.. I was just so worried.." And before you knew it, the tears were streaming down your face, while Alastor softly held you in his safe embrace. "I know dearest, I know...But worry not, I'll be back to myself in no time, don't you worry." His hand was rubbing up and down your back, while his chin rested on the crown of your head. His words were true and you knew that, he would be his old self quicker than you would know, still, it scared you to know he wasn't unharmable and could die. Hiding your face in your hands now, your body violently shaking with sobs. "Now, now my darling doe, you know I hate to see you cry." Pulling your hands away from your face, he looks at you for a second, before your arms already go around his neck as you straddle his thighs now, body shaking with sobs while he feels your tears wetting his shirt. His eyes were slightly wide, a silent wince from his wound flashing through his eyes for a second, but he suppressed any sound for your sake. "There, there, it will be all right my little doe." One of his arms was going around your waist now, pulling you even closer to him, did his wound throb from you pressing against him? Yes, yet he couldn't seem to care. The other hand was moving its way into your hair, rubbing to bottom of your ears softly.

The two of you stayed like that for quite a while, the violent and loud sobs, soon subsiding to small whimpers before completely quieting down to soft tears silently running down your cheeks. Alastor shoulder was by now entirely wet from your tears, yet he couldn't care.

"Calmed down now, have been darling?" Feeling Alastor's lips press to your temple, you finally raise your face from his shoulder and look at him. Eye bloodshot from crying for so long, cheeks wet from all the tears and your throat sore from sobbing. "There is my beautiful doe, look at you, even after crying you're beautiful as ever dearest." Nuzzling against his hand that was now resting on your cheek, your eyes look up into his. Your eyes were something Alastor always loved, they looked so innocent and soft, something not often seen down here in hell. His eyes cast down to your lips for a brief second, you noticed and closed your eyes, inviting him. Feeling his soft lips on yours quickly, as his arm around your waist softly presses you against him, while the other hand still cradles your face. The kiss was soft, yet full of passion, it was all the feelings you two felt poured into one kiss. Which lasted longer than you thought. Pulling apart soon, puffs of air falling from both of your lips.

"I love you my beloved and I'm sorry for worrying you so much, but trust me, once this is over and I'll be able to roam free, watch me reach everything for us." Smiling at you, he softly rubs his thumb over your cheek before your head rests on his shoulder again, face in his neck. "I love you too Al.. I can't wait for you to be finally free again.." Pressing a soft kiss to his neck, giggling softly at him slightly tensing up from it before relaxing again.

You two took your sweet time together, was that what both of you needed right now, before eventually getting back and reuniting with the group. A new hotel and new goals waiting for everyone.

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supernovafics · 3 months

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𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.9k words

warnings: explicit language, (slight) jealous!steve, brief mention of blood/injury (reader has a lil fall)

summary: in which everything has changed for steve after that night at the bar and morning in your bed, but he hasn’t admitted that to you yet. being honest is much harder than he thought it would be and no moment feels completely right, so he continues to pretend that nothing has changed. but, a day at the park playing basketball with you makes it feel a thousand times harder to keep the secret

author's note: the slow burn will end one day (eventually) (i promise) i just love dragging things out for absolutely no reason<3 (i’m sorry!)<333 anyways enjoy this very slight jealous!steve moment! he’s a bit of an asshole in this but also like not really and it’s only kinda for a second

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

It actually wasn’t all that surprising when Steve asked you to go to the park— that Saturday marked the first slightly warm day in months.

And maybe saying that he “asked you” was a bit of a stretch because this felt more like a hostage situation; one that you technically orchestrated since, as one of his Christmas presents, you promised that you would play basketball with him one time. And today, on one of the first few days of March, he decided to drag you out of the apartment and to the park that was a quick drive away and had semi-nice basketball courts.

You changed out of your typical Saturday attire, which simply consisted of a hoodie and shorts, and into a cream-colored t-shirt that said, “Sports Suck. And you do too” in black lettering, Steve got it for you for your birthday, and it felt almost too fitting for this moment. You also had on a pair of black athletic shorts that had been your usual attire during high school gym class.

“You’re the only person that I would ever subject myself to doing this for,” You said to Steve as you stepped out of his car and grabbed the basketball that had been sitting at your sneaker covered feet during the drive. “So, I hope you understand how huge of a deal this is.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I know, and I feel honored that you’re risking your life by doing this for me right now.”

“You say that jokingly, but I brought a first aid kit just in case this ends badly,” You said and handed the basketball over to him. “So, what’s first? A riveting round of HORSE?”

“Before we play any games, and I beat you at all of them, let’s just shoot around for a bit so you can get used to it. Was the last time you played basketball really at my eleventh birthday party?” He asked, shooting the ball from a little bit in front of the three-point line as he spoke and making it almost too effortlessly.

You grabbed the ball as it bounced on the court and then took a shot. You were standing much closer to the basket than Steve had been but still missed.

“If that didn’t just answer your question, yes, your birthday party was the last time I even thought about playing. I actually think it was that day that made me realize I should stay away from all sports.”

“You hadn’t been that bad back then.”

You gave him a look. “Steve, I hit your grandma with a basketball. I missed a shot so bad that it hit her.”

It was that day that you were banned from using the basketball hoop in Steve’s backyard, rightfully so.

“Okay, yeah, but she was fine and forgave you immediately. And even made sure you got an extra piece of cake when you started crying because of how bad you felt,” He said, tossing the ball to you so that you could try another shot.

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m horrible at this,” You said before taking a breath and shooting the ball. You missed again, but it at least hit the rim that time.

“That’s progress,” Steve said and gave you an encouraging smile.

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Exactly twenty-three minutes had passed, and the only reason that you were keeping close track of the time was because when Steve had dragged you out of the apartment, you told him that you’d only be playing for an hour; unless you somehow turned into a prodigy.

You had lost count of how many times you shot the basketball, but you knew that the number of times you successfully made a basket was four. It was an embarrassingly low number, and you definitely were not a prodigy, but each time you surprisingly made a shot, you’d gasp in shock and Steve would whoop happily and give you an enthusiastic high five while saying that the pointers he was giving you were working. You weren’t entirely sure that was true— and it wasn’t because he was a bad teacher, you were just a bad student. You were certain that each shot you made was based on pure luck and simple probability; if you kept shooting the ball, you’d eventually end up making something.

And when you told Steve exactly that, he only shook his head at you. “No, you made those four shots because you’re good.”

How happy and positive he was being about this entire thing was the only thing that made it bearable.

You laughed a bit. “I love you and your encouragement, but that is such an overstatement.”

“For someone that hasn’t even touched a basketball in eight years, you are good.”

“Thank you,” You said with an amused smile on your face instead of rebutting his statement. “I’ll make sure to try out for the local rec team when the time comes.”

“That’s a great idea. I’ll coach you to help you prepare,” Steve said jokingly, and you only laughed in response.

You were about to ask him to toss you the ball, but a group of guys walking past you two, probably headed to the empty hoop on the other side of the court, caught your attention for a second instead. There were four of them and one smiled at you as he passed by you and Steve and he was kind of cute so you smiled back.

You were completely unaware, but there was something about that smile you gave the guy that made Steve have to look away from the entire nonverbal interaction and focus on the basketball in his hand instead. All too quickly he wanted to blurt it all out, everything that had hit him so abruptly that morning in your bed barely two weeks ago.

I love you. I’m in love with you.

For the most part, that thought was the only thing that consumed his mind these days, especially when you two were together; which of course was way more often than not.

There had probably been at least a hundred moments where he almost accidentally let it slip. Hours after it all had hit him, you two were sitting on the couch mindlessly watching some random sitcom and you leaned your head on his shoulder and he was so close to simply whispering it to you. And then when you two were in your Film and TV history class that Tuesday and writing unserious notes back and forth to one another in the margins of his notebook, he wanted to just write the five words down and slide the notebook back over to you. And just last night when you two were driving to the movie theater to see something with Robin and Eddie, he felt the urge to say it when a stupid love song that felt as if it cheesily summed up exactly how he was feeling came on the radio.

However, he would always bite his tongue right before he told you because he was waiting for that perfect moment to be honest with you, and nothing felt entirely right just yet. And it especially didn’t feel like a good time in this moment where you were smiling at some guy that wasn’t him and a certain feeling that could only be deemed as jealousy sat in the pit of his stomach.

Steve cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to him and then he tossed the ball to you. “Your turn.”

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The first round of HORSE was started and finished barely fifteen minutes later, quickly ending with Steve winning. Even though you could tell that he was going very easy on you and trying to let you win, you still somehow managed to lose.

“This loss feels so much more embarrassing knowing that you were trying to let me win,” You had said after you missed your shot and got an “E.”

“I wasn’t,” Steve told you with a shake of his head and you only gave him a look that said you didn’t believe him.

You reached down to grab the ball and stop it from rolling away, but you somehow tripped over nothing but your own feet and landed hard on the ground.

You yelped as you collided with the concrete. Luckily, you thought fast enough to put your hands out so that you didn’t completely faceplant. “Ouch. Shit.”

Steve was by your side in an instant and started helping you up. “Are you okay?”

You could only shrug in response to his question at first as you stood up with the help of his hand on your arm.

“Okay, just kidding, that moment was a lot more embarrassing than losing the game,” You told him. When you looked down and saw the deep scrape on your knee and the blood already starting to rise from the wound, you immediately had to look away from it. “I put the first aid kit in the backseat.”

“What? You actually brought it? I thought you were joking,” Steve said, keeping an arm around you as he helped you walk over to the car and opened the passenger side door so that you could sit down.

“Of course, I wasn’t joking. It felt inevitable that something like this would happen,” You said as you sat sideways in the passenger seat so that your feet were on the ground, and then you grabbed a couple napkins from the glove compartment to place it on your knee and help stop the bleeding. “Honestly, I’m surprised this didn’t happen in the first five minutes.”

Steve grabbed the first aid kit before kneeling down in front of you and you looked at the four guys down at the end of the court. They were playing a two against two game and the one that smiled at you earlier just made a shot at the three-point line.

You stopped looking at him and instead focused on the top of Steve’s head. “Ugh, I can’t believe I just fell in front of that cute guy.”

“Maybe he didn’t even see,” Steve mumbled with a quick shrug.

“I doubt that,” You said and then sighed. “These last few weeks have been very humbling. First, things immediately going downhill with Jamie, and now this.”

Steve didn’t know how things had ended with Jamie, you had yet to tell him the exact reasoning, but selfishly he had been glad that they did. Although he couldn’t find it in him to tell you the truth just yet, the thought of now having to see you with anyone else annoyed him.

You tapped his shoulder so that he would look up at you. “It would be a bad idea if I went up to him and asked for his number, right?”

“Yeah, it would,” Steve answered, pulling his eyes away from yours and focusing on grabbing something from the first aid kit instead. His words were a lie, for the most part— he personally would’ve thought it was cute if a girl did that to him. He immediately felt like shit for lying to you, but not enough to go back on what he said.

You nodded at his response. “Okay.”

You kept your eyes away from what Steve was doing as he cleaned up your knee, looking up at the sky instead until he was done and placing the large band-aid over it.

“Thanks,” You said and smiled at him.

He looked up at you for a brief moment before standing up and simply giving you a small nod. He went over to grab the basketball, which had rolled into the grass, and then put it in the backseat.

The drive back to the apartment was quiet and it felt more like Steve’s doing than yours. He suddenly seemed distant, maybe even mad at you, and the abrupt shift felt so odd.

You looked over at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head. “I’m fine.”

It felt pretty clear that he wasn’t fine, though. You could tell that he was annoyed at you for reasons that you couldn’t decipher and that only made you annoyed as well. You didn’t even play with the radio during the drive back to the apartment, you just sat there with your arms folded across your chest as you stared out the window.

You wondered if the prevailing silence bothered him as much as it bothered you, but then that question didn’t even matter because he was pulling into the parking lot of the apartment building and parking in the usual open spot next to your car, and you were unbuckling your seatbelt.

“What happened with you and Jamie?” Steve asked before you could open the door and step out of his car. “You never really talked about it.”

The abruptness of the question surprised you; and it wasn’t even the question itself that was the surprising part, it was more so the timing of it. Was that why he decided to randomly get mad at you? Because you never told him what happened on that dumb date? And why the hell would it even matter at this point?

You weren’t even entirely sure why you hadn’t told Steve the full extent of what happened. When you came back from the date that night, you only said that things had gone badly.

You turned to look at Steve. “He didn’t like you.”

His eyebrows furrowed at that. “What?”

“Well, not you necessarily, but us; our friendship,” You said, looking down at your band-aid-covered knee. “When me and him went on the date, he asked about what my emergency was and why I had to cancel the date the first time, and I told him about your accidental phone call and you being drunk at the bar and me having to go get you, and he didn’t see that as much of an emergency; especially since you had wanted Eddie to pick you up. He thought it was a little weird how easily I canceled plans to go do something for you, and the whole night kind of shifted awkwardly from there.”

You remembered that entire conversation perfectly, and you honestly couldn’t even get that annoyed with Jamie when he said any of that because you didn’t think that your priorities would ever be able to change. Steve would probably always be at the top of your unwritten list, and you had come to the conclusion that whoever else wanted to be in your life would just have to deal with that.

“Oh.”

You looked at him curiously. “What?”

“Nothing,” Steve shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

Hearing him say that only confused you. “Sorry for what?”

He was quiet for a long moment before sighing. “I don’t know…”

“Is that why you were mad at me just now? Because I didn’t tell you what happened on the date?”

“No, I don’t even know why I brought it up right now, I was just curious,” He said with a shrug before meeting your gaze. “And I’m not mad at you for anything. I promise.”

“Okay…” You said as you found one of his hands and gave it a light squeeze. “So, what’s up with you? Clearly, something’s wrong, right? Is it something with your parents?”

“No, nothing with them,” He responded, which was an answer that only confused you more. It looked like there were a thousand things going through his head right then, and you couldn’t seem to decipher any of it, which felt foreign to you— you were so used to reading him like a book. “It’s just… it’s kind of hard to explain right now.”

If it really had nothing to do with his parents, you were unsure what else it could be and what else would be difficult to talk to you about. In your head, there wasn’t supposed to be anything that you couldn’t talk to each other about; you were best friends for a reason. It was easy to joke around and playfully banter with one another, but it had also always been easy to have the types of deep and honest conversations that neither of you would ever have with anyone else.

You decided not to push him further in this moment, though. Whatever was going on with him, you knew that he’d tell you eventually.

“It’s okay. Tell me whenever you want to,” You said softly and then decided to say your next words jokingly to shift the mood a bit. “But stop being weird about whatever it is, or I will think that you hate me or something.”

Steve only shook his head at your words at first. “I could never hate you.”

Maybe that was when you should’ve seen it, when you should’ve realized how he felt about you. There was something about the way he said his short statement— so certainly, so truthfully— that should’ve made you connect all of the dots. But, that was the last possible thing on your mind. You would’ve thought that he wanted to move out of the apartment for some random reason before you even considered thinking that he had any sort of romantic feelings toward you. You two had been friends for forever so that just didn’t sound like a plausible thought.

Therefore, instead of any sort of “aha!” moment hitting you right then, you smiled playfully at Steve and said, “Good.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

let me know ur thoughts<333

(requests are open for stuff you wanna see in the universe/series!🫶🏾)

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p0ssywhippedcream · 9 months

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Hey girl, how are you doing?? How’s your day?? I was wondering if you could do Zuko x waterbender reader? She’s also apart of the Gaang and one of the first ones to really accept him, and they end up dating. Could you do like right before her officially becoming fire lady and them being just nostalgic, happy, and cute about how far they’ve come and them like hyping(?) eachother up (idk if I worded that right 😭😭)

Thank you sooo muchhh<333 hope it’s not too much, remember to take it easy too!!

“Okay, okay!” You laugh, throwing a leg over your boyfriend as you admire him. “But what about that time you tried to warm up Appa and set him on fire!”

Zuko gasps loudly, head shooting up from his pillow as he smacks a hand over his mouth in mock shock, “That, for your information, was an accident!” He poked your thigh as you ran your toes up his leg and you giggled.

“Katara sure didn’t think so, I’m pretty sure she was ready to send you back to the fire nation.” He rolls his eyes, head thudding back and making the whole bed jump.

“It’s hardly the worst I’ve done.”

“Mmm..” You agree, “Like the time you stepped on Momo’s tail and woke up the whole camp because he wouldn’t stop screeching?”

“You’re just being mean now,” Zuko says but his smile betrays him, “Almost like when you pushed me off a cliff to see if my firebending could make me fly.”

“You’re making me sound like a murderer! There was a lake underneath and I caught you!”

“Yeah, after you pushed me off a cliff.” You tug the blankets up the conceal your laughter at his dramatics.

“It was funny!” You shrug as you chortle and Zuko narrows his eyes, “You scream like a little girl.”

Obviously he’s done arguing over the incident because his fingers are suddenly attacking your sides and sending you into bunches of giggles as he tickles you. When you finally master fish-flopping away far enough his skillful hands can’t reach you, you kick his tummy (mainly gently) with both feet and he folds in the middle.

“You’re so cruel..” He wheezes out with added coughs and groans for effect but you know his six pack wasn’t harmed a bit.

“Aw,” You pout with big eyes, “Want me to kiss it better?”

As you lower yourself and lift his shirt, peppering his tummy with smooches, Zuko huffs a laugh, “And to think, I used to think you were the kindest person because you forgave me first.”

You give him a mischievous look, “Yeah, cause I wanted to make out with you.”

His cheeks turn red and you take pride that you can still fluster him after so long. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Actually, I’m Y/n, and you love me soooooo much.” You leave one last kiss on his belly with a loud exaggerated noise before crawling back up.

“Yeah, I guess,” He teases, capturing your mouth in a kiss of his own, “When you aren’t pushing me off cliffs.”

“It was one time!!” He just laughs at you.

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trevuorzegras · 1 month

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━╋ SHE WAS BORING

✿ umich cheer au part one ⬚͒ㅤㅤㅤ♪

ⓘ all works for this series can be found on the #wrong time is an inconvenience au tag! ❤︎

fem!reader x mark estapa

mentions of fem!reader x cole sillinger

mentions of mark estapa x fem!oc

faceclaim: jules leblanc

find the series masterlist, here!

colesillinger

colesillinger: my girl. ❤️

liked by adamfantilli, bluejacketsnhl, and others

user1: uhh did y/n dye her hair??

↳ yourusername: i very much did not. still very much a brunette. 🙃

↳ user2: wait what? yourusername

user3: i’m so confused

user4: dude did you mean to post this.. cause..

jadewinters: what the fuck??

↳ colesillinger: is there a problem jaden?

jadewinters: watch yourself sillinger.

user5: what is going on??

user6: isn’t y/n back at uni..?

↳ user7: yeah y/n is also NOT A BLONDE.

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user8: he just openly posted about him cheating.. ok..

user9: y’all act like a man can’t have friends 🤣🤣

↳ user10: they’re kissing, if that’s friends then 💀

user11: interesting.. 🙃

(PINNED) colesillinger: coming at me like i care, she was boring so i traded up 🤷‍♂️

↳ user12: you’re so fucking odd bro

yourusername: good to see where you stand. this definitely could’ve been handled privately; but if this is how you want it, so be it. have a good life, and an amazing nhl career, cole. 🩷

↳ user13: this is actually so upsetting. she’s genuinely too kind to be treated like this.

user14: i thought you guys were end game wtf

adamfantilli: yk i love you dude, but what the fuck is wrong with you bro

↳ user15: even adam knows ts is wrong

this post has been deleted.

yourusername

yourusername: been a very productive day! 1) got cheated on. 2) went to a hockey game! 3) went to a post hockey party! 4) met some of the team 5) got absolutely shit faced with jadewinters oh! and i took this beautiful picture of dylanduke5

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(PINNED) yourusername: i have practice tomorrow, and jade let me do this. whatever #goblue 〽️

lhughes_06: i really shouldn’t have left you alone at umich. 💀

↳ yourusername: can’t believe you never introduced me to your team, especially since they’re this fun to be around

↳ lhughes_06: ?? that’s EXACTLY why i didn’t introduce you to them. yourusername

user16: THERES ABSOLUTELY NO WAY

user17: SHE MET THE TEAM?

user18: cheerleader meets hockey players

markestapa: hope to see you again y/n

↳ yourusername: boy i gave you my number

↳ jadewinters: oh did you now 😏 yourusername

lhughes_06: so it’s YOUR fault that y/n met the hockey team. jadewinters

↳ jadewinters: shut up mr nhl

user19: they seem like such a fun group 😭

user20: DUKER 💀

umichcheer: the second slide is correct! (also we’re ignoring the caption.)

↳ yourusername: oh… thanks guys love you

user21: the cheer account being in the comments LMFAO

user22: ETHAN AND MARK

user23: y’all on about the umich guys when y/n is RIGHT THERE HELLO???

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user24: can’t wait to see more of y/n at the hockey games 🥅🏒〽️

luca.fantilli: OH YEAH

user25: the picture of y/n and jade awe 😭

user26: hope you had fun!

user27: puck bunnie

↳ yourusername: i prefer umich fan but thank you!

↳ user28: LMFOOAOAOOA yourusername

dylanduke5: oh i look dashing!

↳ yourusername: of course you do duker pooker 🥰

edwards.75: me and y/n become bestfriends if anyone is wondering

↳ yourusername: he accidentally drank my drink three times and kept apologizing, + said he’ll be my bestfriend & buy me whatever i want if i forgave him

user29: so many unexpected duos omg

user30: beauty

user31: WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT THE CAPTION??

↳ user32: SHES SO UNBOTHERED IM CRYING

user33: cole fumbled and she’s living her best life LMFOAOAOA

rutgermcgroarty: no one talk to us we’re doing hot girl shit *hair flip*

↳ yourusername: boy go to BED 😭😭

user34: y/n it’s 3 am. 💀

its 5 am i’m so tired but i wanted to get at least one chapter done since i haven’t really worked on anything recently. find my masterlist, here!!

taglist | @wnderify (comment 2 be added)

also little psa! i love cole, so don’t even start with that please, it’s for the plot guys trust!

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definitelynotvilenjoyer · 2 months

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅Mini hcs with Idia, Malleus x Reader⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

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Small notes: both of them are sillies. Reader tried to break up with them (just as a joke).

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✶Malleus

You just asked him… For what?? I mean, do you have a dead wish to joke this way?? Kidding, just kidding, he won’t do such things as you’re his favorite child of man! But still… Please tell him immediately that this is a joke!

If you decided to continue this cruel joke of yours… He’ll probably just smirk and say “No”. Simple cold answer? NO. INSIDE HIM THERE’S A DISASTER! He’s so worried right now. But won’t show it. Of course he won’t, poor dragon boy…

Just hug him and tell him that it was just a joke. Or you’ll find people outside all covered in snow and frozen in their places.

“My dear, I would never do something against your wish, I want you to be happy. But if I did something wrong, please, I’m so sorry, It won’t happen again. If you don’t want to talk with me about this, talk with Lilia or Silver, but please, don’t leave m- What? A joke?”

Now you got a pouting dragon boy, laying with his head on your lap. Hug him more tightly, child of man! He was worried so much just for a joke?? Of course he laughed, finding it amusing, but it doesn’t mean that he forgave you immediately.

You’ll probably spend your whole night in his dorm room, hugging him and tell him, that you won’t leave and saying every 5 sec how much you love him. Until one of you will fall asleep <3.

✶Idia

Oh? Really? I mean… He expected that one day… But not so soon. He was stunned, but didn’t force you to stay. Like… He never expected to have gf/bf from the beginning. But he managed to keep his emotionless face.

But when you walked outside his room. He’ll probably cry. I can imagine him go sit on his bed, looking down on the floor, not being to say any word afterwards. He laid down on his bed, covering himself with his blankets, hugging one of demon plushie toy, trying his best not to cry. Asking himself “What have I done wrong?”.

Please, tell him that it was a joke, or Ortho will use his laser beam on you^^ (just joking... Or not. GO APOLOGIZE). Ortho will try to cheer his big brother up, of course! And he’ll probably bring you back to him for a little talk.

“What?? A-a joke??? Pff, of course I know that it was just a joke! Like, imho! Normies have such awful jokes, it was too obvious that you were JUST JOKING!” “Idia, your eyeliner and mascara are all over your fac-“ “IT’S NOT!!!”

Now, apologies will be accepted only with hugs, sweets and watching some cute and fluff anime to ease his nerves.

(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ My first hcs like this, hope you like it! Should I do it with Vil and Azul next??

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #twst idia #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twst malleus #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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jjunieworld · 2 months

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epilogue. notes between the fabrics ⸝ ˚⋆

↳ some of the notes you found amongst the hoodies and sweaters that soobin gave you.

[dated ➛ date at the diner]

to my beautiful beautiful y/n,

i love you more than there are stars in the sky. your smile shines brighter than all of them combined. with you, i’ve never felt more alive. i’m just glad that i get to call you mine.

— binnie, your love

p.s. sorry if this is cheesy… i can't wait to let you know how much you mean to me.

[dated ➛ while baking sweets after your birthday disaster]

to my super sweet y/n,

i fucked up really really bad, and i think i might’ve lost you forever. its been keeping me awake at night, fueling my nightmares. i know you need your space, i know you don’t want to see me, but i cant let us end like this. so fucking stupid… now i’m here in the middle of the night baking so i have something to give you tomorrow. you’ll never know how truly sorry i am. i hope you’ll like the sweets.

— soobin, the fucking dumbass

[dated ➛ after the talk in the cornflower field]

to my beating heart, y/n,

i’ll wait however long it takes, even if it’s forever. and in the meantime, i’ll keep your heart safe. i’ll mend the cracks and i’ll soothe it until it learns to trust me again. until it beats for me again. i’ll wait until the end of the world and then after that if it means i’ll get to be with you. even if you don’t believe me, i genuinely do love you more than anything.

— your hopeful beating heart, binnie

[dated ➛ when you put on his hoodie instead]

to my burning flame, y/n,

you’re my light through the dark, my burning flame, you always will be. even if i come too close to your fire and get burnt, i don’t care. i enjoy the warmth. the thought of you leads me out of the tunnel and into the light that is you. that’s all i need, and my body flushes at the fact that it’s all you need too.

— binnie, the wanderer guided by your light

[dated ➛ the afternoon before your do-over first date]

to my breathtaking girlfriend, y/n,

tomorrow is our do-over first date and i just left your dorm. the date is going to be a success, i can feel it, and i hope you do too. soon, we’ll write over all the bad memories with new and happy ones. i’ll make sure that you’re always happy so that you’ll never think about all the bad things that happened to you because of me ever again. i know you said you forgave me and that it’s okay, but i’m really really sorry. i am. to my beautiful beautiful, super sweet, beating heart, burning flame, and breathtaking girlfriend, i love you more than i can ever express. i’ll see you at 6pm tomorrow.

— binnie, your love, the fucking dumbass, your hopeful beating heart, the wanderer guided by your light, and your head-over-heels boyfriend

you never really told soobin about finding his little notes here and there, and he never mentioned accidentally leaving them places. you assumed that it was a way for him to express his feelings in a different type of way that still felt personal and you didn’t want to take that from him. you also didn’t want the notes to stop either.

admittedly, they always brightened your day significantly whenever you found them. even if they weren’t explicitly about you and soobin, they were always addressed to you. rather it would be about his love for you or a hard day he had, you liked that you got to see a glimpse into his head in a different way. it made you feel even more closer to him.

one day, you had went out and had gotten a little fancy box to keep all the notes you’ve found in. you kept the box hidden safely in one of the storing containers under your bed, and you only brought it out to add more notes when you were alone.

it’s not that you didn’t want your friends to know about the notes, it’s that they didn’t need to know about them. they were personal, and just something between you and soobin.

maybe one day in the future you’ll make a subtle hint to soobin about all the notes he addresses to you, but in the meantime, they’ll be kept safe in your pretty little box under your bed. and each time you find one, you’ll give soobin a kiss of gratitude for him letting you inside his heart—your heart.

masterlist.

summary: choi soobin has always been the popular kid surrounded by his popular friends. y/n… not so much. one night, soobin and his friends make bet that soobin can’t get y/n to date him in a month. unfortunately for y/n, they’re a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the official end!! *sobs* *cries* *slides down wall and clutches hand to chest* i hope you all had a fun time reading and i hope i didn’t hurt your heart too much with the angst lmaooo 😭 thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to send asks in about this story at any time! just because the smau has come to an end, doesn’t mean the conversation has to!!! ♡

taglist: @jjunberry @gothgyuu @spooksh0wbabe @beargyuuzz @carengene @binluvsu @seunnimg @vixensss @kittyhyuka @beomsite @hueningm1ckey @n034sy @littlestxli @starsforbeomgyu @soobiary @bunnisoobin @heiiolifeee @cryingforgyu @dani-is-tired @damn-u-min-yoongi @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @icouldntcareless22 @sleepdeprivedline @jhuuni @thepoopdokyeomtouched @rikizm @curiousgworge @nakaopolo @mwahvvis @cupidsmoons @soobhns @ryunjin0 @punkhazardlaw @phtogravi @choibeomkai @soobiverse @rapmonie2047 @riaawr (if your name is bold it wouldn’t let me tag you!)

— kipo <3

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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i hope I'm not late to request!!

Can I ask for apollo, anubis (if you write for him), and Nostradamus with Aphrodite child reader? She's as pretty as her mother and She have this crystal eye that look like Athanasia from suddenly I became a princess, thank youu have a great day

A/N: Nope, Anon, you are not to late to request this! Loved this idea ngl!! I hope you like how it turned out!

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☀️ You had known Apollo ever since you two were young

☀️ Aphrodite had you with a human long ago, and because of this, you were found far weaker than others

☀️ Though, you had proven yourself and earned the title as the Greek Goddess of Faith

☀️ Apollo met you when he was working and his followers were starting to build, slowly, but when Zeus ordered you in, they grew in a couple days by four times

☀️ He was grateful for you, and despite knowing you were Aphrodite's daughter and were known far and wide just for your beauty, he saw everything behind that

☀️ The Sun God loved how peaceful and calm you were whenever someone tried tearing you down with mention of your father

☀️ He also loves looking into your eyes, one being a solid crystal blue and the other being a crisp (e/c)

☀️ Aphrodite loved how delicate Apollo was with you, and approved of your relationship very quickly

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🐶 Anubis had heard about you from his fellow Pantheon members

🐶 You were known mostly as the daughter of Aphrodite, and your title as the Greek Goddess of Growth was left in the sands of the dessert in favor for your mother

🐶 When he first saw you sitting behind a pyramid of his, just meditating while helping a small sprout grow from the sand-coated ground

🐶 He smiled and jumped onto you, and that was when he saw your eyes

🐶 One a beautiful (e/c) and the other a shimmering and gorgeous blue, a spitting image of your mother's eyes

🐶 Anubis smiled, introduced himself, and began to speak about your role and life

🐶 It surprised you that he wanted to talk about you and your life instead of your mother, her life, and the beauty you both shared

🐶 He and you would run out to meet one another often, and when news of your relationship broke out, it angered Aphrodite that you would lie to her that much

🐶 But, she eventually forgave you and accepted Anubis, despite the small bits of flirting she does

🐶 She's trying to stop, she swears! Force of habit!

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🎙️ He teased you about being in your mother's shadow constantly, and it annoyed you so much that you punched him through the wall

🎙️ Your mother didn't bother flirting with him, as he annoyed her to the point where she said;

" I'd rather give my body to the Serpent than lust after that annoying bastard. "

🎙️ Nostradamus would watch as you got praised as your role as the Goddess of Sound, as you helped others hear and creatures connect with others

🎙️ While he's an annoying gremlin, he does seem to like you quite a bit

🎙️ From holding your hand while he runs his errands to hiding behind you as he teases the Gods, he shows affection for you in the oddest ways

🎙️ He adores your one eye, saying it looked like a sapphire and diamond combined into one beautiful eye

🎙️ Nostradamus is a massive tease, if that hasn't gotten pointed out enough. He teases you constantly, no matter what it's about

🎙️ Aphrodite, your mother, is upset you liked this guy, she would rather have you date Loki than him! But, seeing the way you and him look at one another, she cannot deny she sees, and feels, the love between you both

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hanafubukki · 4 months

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Once Upon a Dream AU: Masterlist (tumblr) and AO3

Summary: Baby Dragon Malleus fights Santa.

Papa was crazy. He said some strange man was going to come to their house and leave gifts.

Someone they didn’t know!

It was up to him to protect the hoard.

He really had to do everything around here, didn’t he?

Malleus didn’t understand why Papa didn’t find it weird, usually he was very protective.

…maybe Papa was getting old.

The thunk outside woke Malleus up.

No!

He didn’t mean to fall asleep!

He hurriedly looked to his side. His baby brother was asleep soundly. Malleus licked Silver’s cheek, smiling when his baby brother giggled before falling deeper into slumber.

But looking around, where was Papa? He would usually cuddle them both while sleeping. His warmth bringing peaceful dreams.

A warble of worry escaped Malleus.

What if Papa was in trouble?! What if Papa needed his help? Did Santa hurt him?

No, Silver needed to be protected first. Then, he can go help Papa.

Click.

It was too late. He had to defend Silver now.

Angry snarls started coming out of Malleus, fire building in his throat.

He would make the strange man pay for hurting his family.

“Ho~Ho- Ah! Hot! Hot! Malleus! It’s me! Stop!”

“Malleus, don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Hmph.

Malleus continued playing with Silver, rolling the ball back and forth.

“I know you were trying to protect us.”

He wouldn’t cry.

He wouldn’t.

“Bababa?”

Malleus saw Silver look at him in worry before his imagine blurred from his tears.

“Skeeeee—”

“Oh Malleus,” Lilia picked up the crying dragon.

Lilia hummed a lullaby, running his fingers down his little dragon’s back.

“There~ There~ Thank you for protecting us. I’m so proud of you for being brave, my son.”

“Skee-”

“I know. Papa is sorry. Please forgive him?”

Malleus looked at his Papa, before butting his head lightly under Lilia’s chin.

Fine.

He’ll forgive him this once.

“Bababa!”

“Ow! Silver! Not you too!”

Malleus rumbles happily, didn’t mean Silver forgave him for making his big brother cry.

Lilia sighed contentedly as he watched his sons sleep.

The green bow on Malleus stood out against his dark scales and matched his green flames perfectly. Silver’s blue bow enhanced the beauty of his eyes and his silvery hair. Lilia, of course, had a deep red to match his own eyes and streaks in his hair.

Today was a fun day for all. The laughter and cheer had resounded within the walls.

As he placed each of his hands on his sons, Lilia felt a warmth engulf him as it always does around them.

His boys.

His sons.

His family.

How very loved he was and how very loved they were.

How you turn my world, my loves.

Furry of wings sounded in the room.

Quiet squeaks communicating with each other.

A blanket laid on top of father and sons.

A flash.

Tomorrow all three would wake to an angelic photo of the slumbering family.

A moment in time that would be cherished for many years to come.

With many more created right after.

In a home filled with endless affection and warmth.

🌻🌺🌷I am so proud of this one 🌻🌺🌷

I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. 💚💞

#hana queues #ahhhh I am really proud of this one I hope you all enjoy #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #silver vanrouge #twst lilia vanrouge #twst malleus draconia #twst silver #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst book 7 #diasomnia #twst imagines #twst drabble #twst scenarios #silver #twisted wonderland silver #once upon a dream au #baby dragon malleus

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xoalin4-xota-linda · 3 months

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VIKING!NIKTO

I am so, so sorry this took so long. Haven’t been in the best mood lately and lost motivation to write. But I got a little baby birdie the other week, he is three weeks old now and I am in a better mood.

So here is the Viking!nikto hc (or half story, I don’t really know where I was going with this but I tried) Sorry if it isn’t how you hoped/would have liked.

WARNINGS: Non-con?/dub-con?/kidnapping/unwanted touching/murder/blood/mention of slavery?(They are Vikings after all)/mention of rape(not directed at ‘user’)/piv.

Again, deeply sorry it took so long. And forgive me if any mistakes in the writing

Nikto wasn’t a kind man, killed many too much people in times that wasn’t needed. But the king always forgave the violent Viking, he was a good fighter after all, he would be needed in raids or wars to come.

Despite his often violent actions, he was quite popular amongst the women. He had a good body, he was strong, a good fighter and he was decently good looking, and he was just really good with sex. So it wasn’t a surprise to know he had most likely fucked half the women in his village. After all, who is he to deny a woman that comes to him asking for some pleasure?

He often had sex to release some of his pent up anger which seemingly spawns out of nowhere, in a less violent way. He had a few acquaintances, he wouldn’t dare call them friends, he just tolerated them the most. So he was well known in his village for being a woman pleaser and a skilled fighter.

He enjoyed the attention— not all of it, he hated when too much attention was on him. He only wanted people to know who he was, what he has done, and fear him. Nothing more than that. But he didn’t mind the attention from the women, he loved that, and he thrived in it, knowing that he can always get a woman to let him pound his cock into.

That was until that one, fatal day. The day where he was no longer the same person— fuck, he didn’t even know who he was anymore. He could barely feel his hands that much anymore, his face felt stiff, the skin melted together in parts, burnt. His body littered in scars, burn marks from when they had thrown a torch onto him. His face, he doesn’t even want to look at it. Hates seeing it in the reflection in the lakes he cleans himself in, hated seeing the fact that his mouth was in a permanent snare.

He would do anything, take all the pain in the world, if it meant his face would be normal again. He doesn’t even know how he is alive, he swore he had died that day, he wishes he did, then maybe he would have been spared this life of pain and humiliation.

It’s funny how much scars can change someone, mentally and physically. He heard things, people, more than one, or is there just one? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore, the peace of death or the feeling of killing someone with his bare hands again, both sound pleasing.

He didn’t get much attention from women that much more, often times they looked disgusted or scared. It was funny in a way, how people easily give up on someone after their looks change. He can’t blame them tho, he would be disgusted too. The men didn’t seem to care that much for it, they seemed quite pleased in a way, they got more women after all.

So he wears a mask to cover his face, save him the humiliation. It was uncomfortable but he got used to it quickly, it put more weight onto his body as it was metal. But he felt comforted in a way, the mask was now his face, less gruelling, less hideous.

Kill, Kill, Kill. That was the only thing going through nikto’s mind, kill them all, his axe piercing through a man’s back as the pain had tried to run, blood pooling out of his mouth as he drops to the floor. Nikto chest rising fast and heavy, his eyes wide and pupils small in an almost animalistic way. He loved this, the blood, the screams, the horror of it all.

On to the next, another man dead, another life taken by nikto’s hands, or axe in other words. Blood splattered on his mask, hands and axe dripping with it, the ground red as screams go off around him. A raid, he loved them, loved destruction, loved the fear in the people’s eyes as Vikings raid their land, taking the women and some of men to use as slaves, slaughtering the people that resided here.

Nikto wasn’t really into all the kidnapping shit, he was there for the death, none of the rape and slavery stuff. He wanted to kill people that’s all, that’s the only thing he is good at. But when he saw you, something changed in him, he completely forgot about the man he was currently killing, his axe logged into the man’s side as the man cries in pain on the ground. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, you were.. beautiful. Okay, maybe not the number one beautifulest person, but on the Gods you were the beautifulest he has seen.

You were different, instead of crying and pleading on your knees like the other women, you had a knife in your hand, stabbing it into the neck of one of his village buddies who was trying to grab you. I mean, sure, he has seen women kill in his village, a lot actually, a couple were in on the raids. But it was different coming from you, you dressed differently from the women in this village he was raiding, you looked odd compared to the other women.

You were trying to protect yourself and get out of the village, but the other people that were running were in your way. He never found the idea of taking a woman for himself that pleasing, he used to get them all the time, but that was years ago, when he actually had looks. But Gods be dammed if he was going to let this opportunity go. Taking his axe and logging it through the man’s skull, shutting him up.

Walking over to you, his eyes locked onto your form and yours only, pushing some of the people out of the way, he needed to get to you, it was as if his body willed him to do that and that only. He watched as you saw him at the last second, turning around and trying to stab him. But completely failed as he snatched your wrist, he picked you up hoisted your body over his shoulder, as if you weighed nothing. You didn’t! Not much to him anyway, you were easy to carry. If he ignored your squirming around and your fists hitting his back that is.

Oh, oh you were perfect, perfect for him, if only you would stop screaming and crying that is. He is going to give you a good life, back at his small house tucked away in the trees, away from the village, but in his home. A little trophy you were, a feisty one that is, but hey, he always liked a bit of a challenge.

Tho he hadn’t anticipated the fact that you wouldn’t be used to the weather in his village, it was almost winter, and soon snow would cover every part of ground. Back where he had saved you kidnapped you you didn’t have snow, you had cold weathers but not this cold. You were freezing your ass off, teeth chattering and fingers numb.

Nikto and his horrible ability to look after anything that is alive, he forgot to get you extra clothes for your small, weak body. You had gotten sick within the first week. And now nikto had to go back to the village and try to get some herbs and thicker clothes to keep you warm, he wouldn’t want his slave to die just yet.

Thankfully he had managed to help you over your sickness, getting you back to health. Tho, that is where the problems started. He kept his house warm, gave you thick clothes and even offered to help you warm up (tired to have sex with you). He fed you, decently enough. He kept you warm, gave you a house to live in, didnt try and force himself on you yet. didn’t give you your own bed sadly, you had to share one with him. But other than that, he had given you everything you could have possibly needed!

So this is how you repay him, by smashing the leg of the wooden chair that was in his house over his head when he had came through the front door. Using the fact he had stumbled over and grabbed the back of his head in pain as your advantage, and running out the door. Stupid thing to do.

A man like him only had so much patience, and he just happens to have little of it. But he had tried to be patient with you, he was slow with everything, didn’t go overboard with touching you, even tho he wanted nothing more then to stuff his fat cock into your cunt the moment he saw you.

So why did you have to run? Had he not given you enough stuff to keep you here? Had he done something wrong? Possibly not! He saved you from that stinky village you were in, saved you from working at that farm, around shit and mud. Given you a home to do nothing, no work, nothing but to please him in.

So why?

He had asked himself as he trailed after you, did you really think you could get away from him? Or were you just stupid? He could see your footprints in the show, trailing out into the forest. His head was bleeding, making his shirt become dark coloured, and he felt a bit dizzy. You had a strong hit, that was for sure, left a painful ache in his head. He couldn’t let you get away with that, no, not after everything he has done for you.

It was easy to find you, well you gave him a bit of trouble, you had gotten pretty far in the amount of time you left, farther then he thought you would make it. But he knew the forest well, knew where everything was, knew where to look, so it didn’t take him long.

You had run though the cold forest, the snow slowing you down a bit, luckily it wasn’t that thick, because holy fuck it was hard to run in it. You were panting, lips turning blue and face stinging, it was freezing and the wind didn’t help. You didn’t even know where you were running, but you didn’t care, as long as it got you away from that lunatics place.

Did he really think you were going to stay there? Think you were going to fold and bend over for him since he gave you food and clothes? By the Gods no, absolutely not. You couldn’t even understand him! Only the simple words he knew how to say so you would understand, ‘eat’ ‘sleep’ ‘stay’ and a couple others.

You hated it there, he was creepy and old, a stinky old man! That is what he was, forcing you to lay in the same bed as him, wrapping his arms around you so you are immobilised and unable to move. Having to feel his strong chest up against your back, breathe against your shoulder as it passed through the mask he wore. Hands occasionally moving to touch your thighs or to straight up grope your tits

Not to mention when he baths you, he was kind enough to warm the water by boiling it but that wasn’t the point! You had tried to argue with him, tried to tell him to get out of the room or to turn around so he wouldn’t see you. Which he definitely understood what you meant but didn’t care, forcing you into the wooden tub, naked and exposed. Luckily you had managed to convince him to let you clean yourself instead of him doing it.

Like hell you were going to stay in that place, he even had this weird dog looking thing— definitely wasn’t a dog. But you didn’t know what it was, but it was just as creepy and scary as him. And it stunk! Talk about being related to a mutt, no wonder they got along. But this wasn’t the time to think of that, you had to run, get away remember?

Yes, that is what you were supposed to do, run, escape and never return to that maniacs hut. You weren’t supposed to feel a hand grab the back of your neck, nor being thrown into the snowy ground as a tall figure stands over you. This wasn’t how it’s supposed to go! Why can’t the Gods give you at least some luck? Did you upset them with something? Because you would beg and plead for how ever many years it’ll take if it meant they’ll spare you from the absolute, horrifying glare this man is sending you.

He was pissed, no, more than that, the man looked like he was about to rip you apart limb to limb. You wanted to take back what you did— say that you’ll be good and please him if it meant he wouldn’t drag you back by your hair and chain you up outside his place like you were a dog, out in the freezing snow with noting back a thin, stinky, dress. You really do wish you hadn’t done that, should have waited longer maybe, when he wasn’t in the house.

But no, now you were suffering the consequences. At least he didn’t beat you to death like you half expected he would have done when he had dragged you back, tho you half wish he would if it meant he wouldn’t leave you outside for hours in the snow until it felt like your limbs were about to fall off.

You were so, so cold, lips bluish purple, hands numb and you could barley feel your feet! His house was mere feet away, but you couldn’t get to it, the chain around your neck keeping you tired down to a wooden stake outside. Your eyes half lidded and you felt as if this was your end, you time had finally come. At least you would get to see your family again, because you doubt they managed to escape the Vikings.

But just as you felt like you were going to pass out, your light in shining armour came out, your kidnapper. You don’t know if you should feel thankful or wish you were left out there for longer. But he had brought you inside, put you into the tub of heated water and made sure you didn’t drown in it as he surprisingly gently bathed you and got you warm. The room was warm, the fire which had warmed up the pots of water keeping the hut lighted and warm.

You didn’t fight him, you couldn’t even, you were too cold, but slowly the warmth was coming back into your body. He had taken you out, dried you, and Brought you to the bed he shared with you. You still felt cold tho, the warm bath didn’t warm deep inside you unfortunately. But don’t worry, he’ll help with that, he’ll make sure you are very, very warm.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t THAT rough, he didn’t tear at your skin and eat you alive like you imagined him too. His hands running along your body, groping at your breasts even as you whimpered and protested, but still too weak to push him away. He looked like a feral beast right now, or just a horny old man. Shoulders rising and falling fast, heavy breathing, eyes wide and pupils dilated, bare hands gripping your thighs as he shuffled between them.

He had such rough hands, and the top part of his pinkie finger missing on his right hand along with dints and burn marks along his large hands. He looked like he didn’t know what to do for a second— had it really been that long since the man got some pussy? Yes, seven years since the the man only used his hand.

He was even shaking! A bulge in his pants, fuck, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was drooling underneath that mask of his. He didn’t take it off, and part of you is glad, you didn’t particularly want to see the face of the man who had literally kidnapped you and forced you to live in his home, and now was about to fuck you to help you get warm, after he had locked you outside.

You were scared, terrified honestly, afraid of what this man was going to do to your poor pussy, what this VIKING was going to do to your poor pussy. You had had sex before, with a few village boys back In your home but they were all your age, immature boys who didn’t really know what to do. You didn’t know if he was going to be brutal with it or not, if he would leave your pussy ruined and aching in pain. He was a Viking after all, and from what you read, all of them are rough, cruel, and nasty.

But you didn’t have much time to think about it, because his hand was already down there, spreading your lips to him with his index and middle finger, his other hand holding your waist to keep you put as you tried to squirm away. A cry of— pain? Pleasure? Leaving your lips as a finger thrusted onto you, stretching your walls which left you gripping the fur of the bed. It hurt slightly, the stretch, but at the same time felt slightly good. But then he added two more, which stretched you wider and made you cry out as they thrusted in and out of you. Preparing you, not forcing himself inside like a desperate mutt.

But it wasn’t long until you got the full thing, you hated to admit it, but he was fucking good. Tears rolling down your cheeks as your legs wrapped tighter around his thick hips, his fat cock plunging deep inside your sopping pussy. He was big, a thick and decently long cock, and it was.. how do you say it in the most pleasant way— it was half burnt. Simple as that, a scratchy feeling to it as it slid along your walls, it wasn’t unpleasant, it heightened the experience for you actually! It felt good, and he was hitting all the right places.

You doubt he could feel that side of it tho, but he still felt the feeling of your cunt clenching around him, that was obvious by the way he was panting and groaning into your neck like a dog on heat. Rutting up into your cunt over and over and OVER again. You were so tight, warm, fuck you were perfect for him, you felt so good. A pretty little thing you were, even tho you were a fucking brat and had basically tried to kill him earlier. He would forgive you for that, as this was the perfect apology you could give him, even tho he had taken it forcefully from you.

But you were enjoying it, you were moaning loudly and had tears of pleasure rolling down your cheeks. Your hands clawing at his back, leaving scratch marks down his already heavily scarred back. But he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy it, because he did, it felt absolutely fucking delicious to him.

He wish he wasn’t in wearing his mask right now, so he could take one of your bouncing breasts into his mouth, or even to kiss you to shut your moans up. But that will have to be for another time, he wasn’t ready just yet, he wasn’t sure if he would ever be. But he isn’t going to dwell on it that much, not when he had a pretty feisty little lady to fuck his kids into.

By the end of the night, you were definitely warmed up, wrapped in the arms of a large, sweaty man who practically clings to your body. Hands groping your tits as his masked face lays against the back of your neck, the feeling of his semen still leaking out of your swollen, aching cunt. He did leave it aching in the end, but at least it wasn’t in pain.

Ok, I might have gone overboard with it. It honestly wasn’t supposed to be this long, lmao.

Sorry if this was shit, I tried, and took fucking forever to make, I’ll take all the blame for that😔

Please tell me if it’s shit or not and if there is another warning I should put in because I missed something. Thank you for reading of you got this far🙏

#call of duty #call of duty hc #cod nikto #nikto #call of duty nikto #nikto x reader #x reader #Viking!nikto #Vikings #Viking nikto #Viking!nikto x reader #sorry if this is shit #hc #headcanons #I think it’s headcanons #non-con #kidnapping #unwanted touching

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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Hiii I Hope it’s alright if I also ask you about your mafia stucky series? If not please ignore me 🥺

Steve and Bucky seems always so caring but did they ever said something that wasn’t nice or even regret saying (to her or one of them) ?

I don’t think it would happen often, they are always so cautious around you, never bringing home their stresses from work or if they were frustrated, they could take it out on each other, but never on you.

But sometimes, in your idle pondering with your daily tasks, you hadn’t noticed the clenched jaw, fast breathing in a tense state if something had agitated them.

This morning, Steve was sitting at his laptop at the kitchen island, typing furiously to the emails that didn’t seem to stop bombarding him. It was supposed to be his day off and yet these assholes were still asking him stupid questions. Bucky had offered from where he stood leaning against the wall on his phone, to answer them for Steve but he was waved off, it was just easier if Steve got on with it.

So when you came down to make breakfast, looking through the empty cupboards, you were casually asking questions to both of your boyfriends without a second thought. “What do you want for breakfast? I can cook something or order in? What would you prefer? Steve?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him

“What?” he asks, a frown etched deep on his face, as he didn’t look away from the screen.

“I was just wondering what you wanted for breakfast, there's cereal, or I can go to the shop and cook you something nice-”

“I don’t fucking know! I can’t think right now. Do whatever you want”, he snaps, not looking away from the screen, so pent in his work that he hadn’t realised just who he was speaking to.

Bucky’s head snapped up at his tone, even though Steve was his boss and best friend, there was no way he was letting him speak to you like that as he shouted, “Hey! Don’t fucking talk to her like that”.

It was Steve’s turn to look up, his eyes quickly looking at Bucky and then to you, seeing you staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open from your innocent questioning, shoulders dropped in shame.

“Shit baby”, Steve ran his hand angrily through his hair, never meaning to talk to you in that way, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that”, Steve stood from his stool, walking towards you but stopping a couple of steps away, his entire body sagging in defeat, blue eyes searching your face, begging for forgiveness.

You’re looking at your feet now, biting your lip as anxiety tumbled through your stomach, you knew he didn’t mean to snap at you but either way, it still hurt all the same. “It’s alright”, you mumble, swallowing harshly the lump in your throat, turning around to pretend to look through the cupboards for breakfast so you could hide your face from him.

Steve sighed, wiping a hand over his face, feeling like shit, risking a glance as Bucky who was still looking like he was going to walk over and punch him but was holding back, instead shaking his head instead, and nodding towards you, telling Steve to hurry up and make it up to you.

Steve stepped up behind you fully, arms coming around to grasp your wrists and pulling them to the front of your body so he could wrap you in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your neck. “It’s not alright, I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to snap at you, I’d never fucking mean to talk like that to you. I’m so sorry”.

You closed your eyes and leaned into his warmth, taking a second before resting your head back against his shoulder, giving him more room to kiss against your neck. You were a sensitive person, all three of you knew that so it didn’t take much to upset you but it also meant that you forgave even quicker, turning your head to kiss his cheek, “It’s ok Steve, I know work has been bad today. I forgive you”. Turning more in his arms, your fingers stroked across his stubble, pulling him down for a peck before hugging him tightly, arms around his neck.

He sighed into the embrace and you could tell he needed it in more than one day, letting the two of you sway on the spot for a minute before he pulled away, kissing your temple. “Let me make you breakfast, I’m sure I can find something here to make you”, he offered, looking into the open cupboard and seeing the bare minimum.

Bucky walked over to the laptop behind the two of you, “Take her out and apologise to her properly, I’ll answer these, have the day together”.

Steve sighed again but with a relieved tone, “Thanks Buck”.

So I would say, it was rare that the boys did anything to upset you or say the wrong thing but when they did, the boys were swift to call the other out with your best interests as their priority.

#mafia au #mafia steve rogers #mafia bucky #mafia bucky barnes #steve rogers #bucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers drabble #stucky mafia au #stucky x reader #stucky drabb;e #bucky drabble #drabble*#mine*#asks*#anon

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acewritesfics · 5 months

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Change of Plans | TOMMY SHELBY

⚠️ I (@rainydayteacups) NO CREDIT FOR THESE FICS. ALL CREDIT GOES TO ACEY (@dlmlufics). She decided to step down and allowed me to take over this account. We found out we can transfer side blogs between main accounts. So that's how we did it.

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Fic Type: Imagines

Request: from @rainydayteacups.

Prompts: romantic dinner, dancing and staying in.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 840

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

"Tom?" Y/N says, hoping to find her husband inside his home office but is surprised and a little confused when she doesn't find him in there. He cancelled their valentine's plans when something came up at work. It needed to be sorted out right away, according to him.

So here she is, alone on what is deemed the most romantic day of the year. The kids are with Polly until tomorrow and Tommy, so she thought, was caught up in work.

"Maybe I should run myself a bath," she sighs as she leaves the office.

"Mrs. Shelby," Mary, one of the maids stops her on her way to her and Tommy's bedroom.

"Hello Mary, I thought I gave you the night off?" she greets the younger woman.

"You did, Mrs. Shelby," Mary confirms. "I was on my way out when Mr. Shelby asked if I could tell you that he needs to see you in the bedroom," she adds with a blush to her cheeks.

"Thank you, I was just heading that way now," she thanks her. "Now go and enjoy your night with your husband. I'm positive he has something magical planned for the two of you."

"You too, Mrs. Shelby," she nods and leaves.

Y/N continues towards the bedroom and walks inside finding the bedroom empty. Confused, she calls out to her husband once more before noticing the bouquet of her favorite flowers lying on the bed.

"Walking over to the bed, she picks up the bouquet, smelling the beautiful flowers before picking up the note that sat in front of them.

"To my beautiful wife, meet me in the dining room. Love, Tommy." She reads the note aloud.

Deciding to not keep him waiting, even though she's tempted to get back for him cancelling their original plans, she makes her way to the dining room and is pleasantly surprised by what she finds.

The room is lit with candles, music is playing softly in the background and the table is set with flowers, food, more candles and a bottle of their favorite whiskey. Tommy is standing at the head of the table, in his best suit, a content smile on his lips, his blue eyes vibrant and filled with love for the woman before him. Tommy has never been so grateful for having such a large home and managing to get this done without her suspecting a thing.

"Oh, Tom," she breathes taking everything in.

Tommy walks towards her and takes her into his arms with his thumbs stroking her hips. "I felt terrible about cancelling our plans."

"It's fine, Tommy," she assures him.

"No, it's not," he sighs. "Today was meant to be about us and I put work first."

"You're certainly making up for it though," she says having forgave him as soon as she walked into the dining room, seeing the surprise he had for her. She wasn't one for surprises but made an exception for this one. Cupping his face in her hands, she brings him into a kiss. "And I much rather enjoy this than our original plans."

"This is just the start of it, My Love," Smiling, he places a soft kiss on her lips before leading her over to the table. He pulls out her chair for her and slides it back in after she sits down.

"I'm getting the full treatment tonight, aren't I?" she teases, grinning from ear to ear, fully enjoying this side of Tommy. It wasn't often they did something like this. Tommy showed his love for her in many ways but doing something this romantic was rare and has been since the war. Moments like this transported her back to how they were before their world was turned upside down by violence, grief and trauma.

"You deserve it, Love. I promised you the world and I'm giving it to you," he tells her.

"You are my world, Tommy," she reminds him, "and our children, of course."

He leans over the table kissing her again. "I love you, Mrs. Shelby."

"I love you too, Mr. Shelby," she replies, returning his kiss.

After eating and a couple of glasses of whiskey, Tommy stands up and makes his way into the living area, turns the music up and returns to his wife, holding his hand out towards her. "May I have this dance, Mrs. Shelby?"

"You may, Mr. Shelby," she says placing her hand in his.

He helps her stand and leads her into the living area. Turning to face her, his arm slips around her waist as he pulls her close, his hand taking hold of hers as her free hand rests on his shoulder as they begin swaying to the music.

"Polly won't be dropping the children off until the late afternoon and I've told the others that if anything comes up, they are to deal with it themselves," he tells her, once again surprising her. "Tomorrow, I'm all yours."

"All mine?" she says making sure she heard him right.

"All yours," he smiles kissing her.

CREDIT: Razorblade and dots dividers made by me. Peaky Blinders divider made by @/firefly-graphics. Support divider made by @/cafekitsune.

TAGGED: @forgottenpeakywriter | @rainydayteacups | @bernelflo

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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 5 months

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Magnificent

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 643 WC

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Warnings: Bhaal worship, mentions of Y/N past, hurt/comfort, angst, comforting Astarion

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Astarion patted the damp cloth over your sweaty forehead. You’d been ill for days but it seems the worst of it was now as your fever tried to break. You laid on your bedroll as Astarion kept watch over you. You stretched, your shirt riding up and revealing a long scar under your stomach, stretching hip to hip.

“What’s that?” Astarion asked, shocked to see such a large scar, he had never seen you without clothes but how could he have missed that?

“A story from a lifetime ago.” you said quietly as you ran your finger over the scar.

“Well I love a good story, and you aren’t going anywhere so… enlighten me.” he said, getting comfortable next to you.

You sighed, “It’s a rather sad story, are you sure?” you asked, adjusting yourself nervously.

He nodded, you let out another sigh before starting,

“I… had a lover once. They were… Perfect. I couldn’t see the atrocities they caused, so blinded by love. And once I found out… I never stopped them… The horror was for love… The things I did for love like that… It was maddening. Full of sweat and regret. That love burns you, maims you, twists you inside out…” you paused letting out a shaky breath. “It was a monstrous love. And it made monsters of us….”

Astarion wiped the stray tears off your cheek, you hadn't realized you were crying. You sniffled, “I couldn’t remain like that… couldn’t bear to be the thing parents warned their children about at night. I couldn’t serve Bhaal just for love. Maybe it never was love… When I left, I was given a parting gift,” you motioned to your scar, “a friendly disembowelment that wasn’t to be survived.”

You sat up, taking the wet cloth from Astarion and hiding your face in it. You kept the cold rag on you, finding relief in it. You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, slowly pulling your arm away from your face. Your eyes met his.

“Centuries have passed since and yet… I feel those deaths. All by my hand. Deserved or not. I couldn’t stop myself until it was too late. All for…” you hiccuped at the end, unable to finish.

“Love…” Astarion whispered as he pulled you into his chest. “People do stupid things for love. Naturally, that's why I avoided it.” he laughed slightly, trying to lighten the mood. “But I understand… I must have brought Cazador thousands. Knowing I was leading them to their doom.” he rubbed your arm, trying to comfort you.

“That’s different, you did that to survive.” you argued slightly.

“You survived too… Love may make us fools, but it can also make us victims.” he said, tilting your face up so you could look at him. “Victims of a dream. Where nothing and no one can harm you. Just you and your love, forever, in perfect bliss. They always draw you in with that dream, and then, it’s too late. You’re swallowed up in their plot. The things we do out of survival are not always pretty, but they have a purpose. Don’t consume your soul with guilt for things you had to do.” he brushed away a few more tears, kissing your cheeks.

“I forgave myself a long time ago. But I’ll never be able to forget what I’ve done… a monstrous love…” you whispered the last bit.

This was the first time Astarion was hearing all this. You were much older than he, and he had yet to discover every little thing about you. That was going to take time, just as it did with him. “What kind of love will we have?” he asked, caressing your face.

“Magnificent?” you asked, not finding a word adequate enough to describe what you felt towards Astarion.

He laughed, a good hearty laugh, “Magnificent indeed little love.”

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope you guys like this, just a little something something. Still recovering sickness wise but doing better. Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs, and requests! Talk soon XOXOXOXOXO!!!!!!

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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PROMPTS FOR DRAMATIC REUNIONS * a collection of dialogue for reuniting with the ones you love

i waited so long.

hey! it's me! remember me?

i never gave up hope that i'd see you again.

i can't stand the distance between us.

you came back.

quickly! get inside!

i'm sorry. i've moved on.

next time, take me with you.

this was a mistake, coming back here.

sorry for that. i'm just so excited to see you.

i kept asking around, but no one knew where you went.

after all this time... here you are.

don't ever do that again.

i never forgave you for leaving.

i must be dreaming.

just wait until we're alone...

things are different now.

you shouldn't have come back here.

i won't leave again. i promise.

when i saw this, it made me think of you. consider it a gift.

you're as beautiful as the day i last saw you.

i can barely live without you.

it's been way too long.

is that a ring on your finger? when did that happen?

i can't believe you're alive.

i saved every letter you sent me.

well what are you waiting for? get over here!

where have you been? i've been looking for you.

i never thought i'd see you again.

how are you here? aren't you supposed to be somewhere else?

is this real? is it really you?

and the others? what happened to them?

can i hug you?

can i kiss you?

you've been gone for so long.

you're still wearing it? after all this time?

i... i saw you die.

don't you recognize me?

when they said you came back, i didn't believe them.

how long have you been here?

why are you limping?

i waited for you all this time, and you never showed.

nobody knew where you ran off to.

your hair was shorter when i last saw you.

you've changed.

i saw you in my dreams every night.

you're back. i can finally breathe again.

do i look the same as you remember me?

sorry, but you look... familiar.

i almost didn't recognize you!

let me get a good look at you.

i missed this place.

what's happened since i left? did i miss anything?

i missed you. i missed you so much.

have you been looking for me?

they told me you died.

i remember our last night as if it were yesterday.

just look at me for a second.

hurry inside. i'll tend to your wounds.

why did you leave?

you never should have left.

i trusted you to come back.

we should talk. things have changed since you left.

let me take in the moment.

you're here! right in front of me!

i thought you were a ghost.

you have no idea how hard it was to watch you go.

i needed some time away.

it wasn't easy, but i made it back.

we lost some friends along the way.

did you ever get my letters?

i don't think we're welcome here any longer.

that's no way to treat your best friend!

i woke up, and you were gone.

why didn't you take me with you?

is that a new scar?

come back to me.

don't leave my arms again.

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Can you do platonic Lu Bu, Kojiro, Jack, Raiden and Nikola with a little sister reader who is like Qiqi from genshin impact

Before little sister reader dead, she was a sunshine and cheerful. But after her death, she became forgetful and emotionaless.

Here's Qiqi's lore

https://genshin-impact.fandom.com/wiki/Qiqi/Lore

And things you didn't know about Qiqi

https://gamerant.com/genshin-impact-qiqi-facts-trivia/

Still new to this franchise so please be patient with me. I did a bit of research on Qiqi so I hope I do this request justice.

-Lu Bu- To your big brother, you were his most important person, the only person he would willingly die for, not that he would ever tell anyone that. He remembered when you were alive by his side, you would cling to him, call him brother, and just brighten up not only his day but Chen Gong’s day who adored you. When he found out you were killed while he was fighting, someone else coming up and killing you in cold blooded revenge, he was furious and went on a one-man killing spree. After he died, he found you also in Valhalla, but you weren’t Y/N- you were a shell, a husk of your former, sunshine self. He never said anything, but Chen Gong could see the pain in his lord’s eyes when he would look down at you, holding you on his lap, wishing for the real you to return. You still called him brother, which he did love, but until everything was the same, there would always be pain in Lu Bu’s heart.

-Kojiro- Was the best big brother to you, always willing to give you piggy-back rides, doting on you, and he beamed when you asked him to train you himself. You were both beings of sunshine, smiling brightly. When you died in a terrible accident, Kojiro’s smile waned, he felt like he couldn’t live without his precious sister, and so he trained, trained to become stronger, so others wouldn’t lose their own loved ones. When Kojiro arrived in Valhalla, he was stunned to see you there waiting for him, you weren’t smiling, you looked almost emotionless, like you were missing your emotions. However, you brought back his smile when you held up your arms, “Big brother.” He hugged you so tightly, so happy to have you back in his life. You remained by your brother’s side, supporting him silently as he trained throughout the years. He did his best to always smile, smiling for the both of you, and when you managed to give him a shade of a smile, after so many years, he was elated, throwing you up into the air in glee.

-Jack- Your true self was locked deep within you, he could see your emotions wanting to break out, wanting to be free, but they couldn’t. You were like an emotionless living doll, barely speaking, and only to your big brother, calling him such. You were still as affectionate as you were when you were both alive, cupping his cheeks, sitting on his lap, and always being with him. Jack could see that you were trying, and it did warm his heart and he would always praise you and hold you close. Jack never forgave himself when you were killed after he failed to protect you, he became distraught, spiraling into madness, unable to cope with the loss of the only person that truly, honestly, loved him. When he saw you in Valhalla, waiting for him, he gave you a promise that the two of you would never be apart again.

-Raiden- You loved and adored your massive big brother more than anything, you were his number one fan, coming to all of his matches and cheering him on, looking adorable amongst all the other rikishi. Raiden was the same, he loved you so much and loved to spoil you, only because you would spoil him in return. If he got you mochi, you would hold one of them up, feeding him, which made his heart so warm. To lose you to a fever of all things, the one thing he couldn’t easily protect you against, made Raiden lose hope, he felt so helpless. In Valhalla, he was stunned to see you waiting there for him, holding your arms up to him, “Brother.” He hugged you so tightly many around worried that you were going to pop. Raiden knew that you were still Y/N, despite being void and emotionless, he knew that one day, if he was strong enough, he would bring back his biggest cheerleader, he just had to be patient, and smother you with love.

-Nikola- Despite all his knowledge, all his science and research, he couldn’t do anything to save you after you came down with a deadly fever. He could only see your bright smiling face, chasing after your much older brother, calling him big brother. Even though you couldn’t understand his science, you would stare at him with wonder and awe in your eyes ae he explained everything he could do in great detail. He thought it was cute that you tried to understand, finding your attempts to sound smart adorable, but he would always hype you up. When he found you in Valhalla, he picked you up, spinning you around with so much joy that he was in tears. It was only then when he saw your blank eyes and no smile on your lips, you were like a little doll. Nikola researched everything he could, trying to figure out a way to bring your smile back, with you sitting on his lap just like normal, holding his free hand. Nikola realized his research was not in vain when you finally spoke after a long while, “Explain it to me, big brother.” His research was momentarily forgotten as he swept you up, dancing around his lab in glee before, going into detail about everything, just like old times.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror lu bu #ror kojiro sasaki #ror jack the ripper #ror raiden #ror nikola tesla

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of-dragonss · 2 years

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Hey hey! I saw your requests were open! Could I get Hanzo with a crush please? (If you don't want to feel free to delete this😅) Hope you have a wonderful day!

of course! i love hanzo sm you dont understand. and friendly reminder i’m a multi franchise account. please read my pinned post for what’ll i’ll write for!

☽ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵ ༚ ༵ ۰ ✧ ۰ ༵

— hanzo shimada x reader

summary: hanzo doesnt know how to deal with a crush, genji is his wing man.

Flustered

Hanzo was always strict and judgmental to everyone around him. People know him to be cold and distant, unwilling to socialize when he deems it’s not needed. But overtime, his relationship with his brother has improved. Finally forgiving himself for what he did long ago. Genji was happy his brother forgave himself and accepted him for what he was now. Yet he was still snappy to those who spoke to him. More so with Cassidy and the junkers. But otherwise, Hanzo seemed to tolerate most Overwatch agents who ran around the base.

One agent in particular got a more softened side of Hanzo. A side of Hanzo that Genji hasn't seen in a long time. He doesn't remember a time Hanzo was sweet to anyone really. But it was a sight to see indeed. Watching Hanzo flush at the attention the agent gave him. The agent in question? Y/n L/n. Genji enjoyed watching the two interact from the sidelines, unseen and unheard. Wondering when his older brother will ask them out. And by the looks of it, Hanzo was too stubborn, or maybe shy? To ask Y/n the question.

“So, when are you going to ask Y/n out on a date?” Genji asked out of the blue, once training was over and they were the last ones in the practice range. Hanzo seemed to falter at the sudden question, releasing the arrow he just knocked on his bow too early, missing the target completely. Genji smiled under his mask at his uncharacteristic behavior, sheathing his sword.

“That is an inappropriate question.” Hanzo scoffed, fixing his posture and reaching for another bow.

“Oh come on, Han. Y/n is my friend, they seem to like you as much as you like them. It’s very obvious you two have feelings for each other. No use denying it.” Genji pressed on, gently resting his left hand on Hanzo’s shoulder, feeling as he tensed up under his sudden touch.

“We are only friends. There’s no other feelings between us.” As stubborn as ever, Genji rolled his eyes and sighed, letting his hand fall from his brothers shoulder.

“Y/n likes you romantically. You like them romantically. Ask them on a date!” Genji exasperated. “I know when they like someone. And it’s not often it happens. Trust me.”

“I do not want to pursue a relationship with them. They deserve far better than me.”

“Like who? Cassidy? Brother, don’t doubt yourself, you’ve come along way. You deserve them as they deserve you. You deserve to be happy and there isn’t anyone else out there who would give you the same happiness as Y/n brings to you.”

Hanzo looked to the ground, now at his side as he took Genji’s words in. A sudden knock at the practice range doors made the two brothers look over to the sudden entrance of the person they were talking about. “I’m so sorry to intrude, but I think I accidentally deleted a file for the next mission? Would you two mind if I look at one of yours? I can’t find Winston anywhere.” An embarrassed smile graced your lips.

Hanzo stood silent for a moment, eyes wide and locked on your figure until Genji softly nudged him to respond. “I can lend you my mission files until you sort it out with Winston.” He coughed, fixing his posture. “I have the details memorized, it will be no trouble.”

“Thank you so much, Han!” A bright smile appeared on your face as you jumped on the heels of your shoes. “I just need to quickly read over the file I’m missing so I won’t take long to read it over!” The smile never left your face as Hanzo began walking towards the practice dummies before Genji quickly stopped him.

“I’ll clean up, brother.” Hanzo could practically see the smile on Genji’s face through his mask. “Ask them.” Genji whispered as Hanzo passed him, walking over to the entrance where you patiently waited for him.

Hanzo sucked in a breath as he reached you, giving you a small, shy smile. “I’ll see you at dinner, Genji!” You called out before leaving the practice range The doors slid shut, starting their trek to the dorm buildings. The first few minutes were silent, until Hanzo cleared his throat, catching your attention.

“I’ve been meaning to ask.” Hanzos face was flushed, reaching down to his neck. “Would you accompany me for tea some day?” As calm and collected Hanzo presented himself, he felt like a child asking out his crush on the school playground.

“Hanzo Shimada, are you asking me out on a date?” You giggled, tilting your head to the side as you looked at him.

“Would you want it to be a date?” He blurted out unconsciously, eyes widening. “It doesn’t have to me a date if you-“ You giggled again, resting a hand on Hanzo’s shoulder.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Hanzo. After this mission. Yeah?” You smiled softly at him. Hanzo’s heart rate sped up, he fears you could feel the warmth radiating off his face.

“Of course.” He smiled, gently taking your hand that’s placed on his shoulder in his larger one, squeezing slightly. Continuing the walk to his room at the dorms to retrieve his mission files for you to look over, hand in hand. Hanzo could thank Genji later.

#hanzo shimada x reader #overwatch x reader #hanzo shimada imagine #i’m so excited for overwatch 2 have y’all seen how fine hanzo is with his sleeveless top are you kidding mEEEEEE #ugh he’s so gorgeous i want him

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