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adventuringblind · 5 months

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Flowers in your throat

Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: the problems of unrequited love

Warnings: hanahaki disease, blood, coughing

Notes: idk what this is... Does anybody wanna spam my inbox with things to write over break? Logan is on the list, but I'm blanking on ideas for the boy T_T

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Flowers. Beautiful things that each have their own meanings. One that even color plays into.

Beautiful amd deadly things, these Flowers. She can't even stomache the sight of them anymore. Not when they are the source of her current misery.

A misery she has yet to understand. Is one not enough for her? Will Lando hate her for loving more then just him? Is she really that greedy?

Her driving had suffered because of her lack of focus. She's coughing over the radio now and her engineer has started to notice. Her trainer even more so with how sick she looks.

She doesn't want Lando to find her like this. Maybe she doesn't even like Oscar and this is because of the loving looks and gentle touch he's been sharing with her boyfriend. Is she jealous? In a way yes, but she wants that from both of them. She coughs up another petal at the thought.

Hopefully Lando isn't awake. She'd been on the floor of the Hilton bathroom for at least an hour now. Her mind running through all her options. How she might be able to fix this.

Death is the easiest option in the long run. The surgery would hurt Lando as she would struggle with any kind of love afterwards. Oscar loving her back is another, but again, how would Lando react?

She'd yet to even open up to him about the idea of polyamoury. To scared from past encounters and getting hurt. Easier just to ignore anything else. The words of her last partner rings through her ears. 'It's either one or the other' but never both. How can she have such a love for two people to the point it's killing her?

The door creaks open. She panics and tries to hide from Lando's worried gaze. He still ends up on the floor with her.

"Please talk to me."

"I can't. You're going to leave me."

"Whatever this is, we'll figure it out, okay? But we can't even begin to work on it if I have no idea what's going on." And he's right. For as chaotic as he is, Lando has always wanted to work through things together.

"I'm not - well - before I start I should say I love you dearly with every fiber of my being."

"Is this a break up?"

"No!" She shouts a little to loudly and quickly. Lando looks a bit startled but calms we he sees just how panicked she is. "I don't want us to break up - I just know that you won't want me anymore."

The thoughts of Lando leaving her flood her mind. Having to watch him and Oscar be teammates while she watches from afar. Her body wracks with coughs again as another petal comes up, pretty but splatters in red.

"Is that-?"

"Hanahaki, unrequited love."

"But I do love you so then..." He takes a moments to process. "It's not me is it?"

"My parents always told me my heart was to big." She inhales shakily. "It's Oscar."

"Since when? How long do we have before-" He doesn't finish the sentence.

"A have a few months left maximum. I'm already two months in."

"Silverstone."

"I'd already been fond of him before that but watching the two of you smile together like that." Tears slip past her eyes as she tries to stop the burning in her chest. "I'm so sorry and I understand if you leave. It's not like you signed up for this."

"I'm not leaving you. I don't care who else you love as long as I'm here with you. Plus, it's Oscar, I'd be lying if I said I don't have any feelings for him." Lando Admits with a shrug.

"Really?"

"I know you love me, too much, probably. If this is what loving you means then I'll be here every damn step."

She throws herself into Lando's arms, curling into the warmth of his body. And for the first time on two months, she cries in relief.

~~~~~

On the other side of things, Oscar isn't fairing any better. The constant scratch of his throat has started in August. Over the summer break when he had to bare witness to Lando and his girlfriends pictures.

He couldn't tell who he was more jealous of, or if he was jealous at all. Both, he was jealous of both because he wants to be with both of them. It's illogical, he thinks, that he should want two partners so desperately. They are committed to each other, why would they want him as well?

Lando is once again on the podium his female counterpart part there to congratulate him. Eyes shining as they smile at each other. The itch in his throat is to much. It burns in his chest as his lungs try to fight for air.

He runs back to the garage after getting weighed. Just in time to collapse onto the floor of his driver's room. Petals fall from his lips. Beautiful and soaking in red fluid.

He's still struggling to breathe when his door flys open. Logan amd Liam swim in his vision and ears. They drag him off the floor and get him upright again.

They clean him op and sit with him until Kim comes to get him for debrief. The older male looks horribly concerned. Lando also looks at him with something he can't pinpoint while sitting through the meeting. It's enough to make his chest burn again just knowing Lando is even looking at him.

Logan and Liam come knocking at his door that night. They want answers and rightfully so. He tells them, coughing on the bathroom floor while doing so.

"Have you talked to them?"

"No, why would they want me Lo?"

Liam hands him more water and pratically forces him to drink it. "Have you seen the way they look at you?"

And no, he hasn't, only how people say he himself looks helplessly in love.

How would they look at him now? In disgust? Maybe pity?

Shame he may never find out.

~~~~~

Another hard race. Las Vegas had messed them all up in some way shape or form. She couldn't breathe knowing Lando had crashed to hard. She coughed an entire petal up during the yellow flags just thinking about how he must be feeling.

She's been coughing up whole flowers recently. Tonight was no exception. Lando, despite being on heavy painkillers, was desperately trying to help her through a few larger ones.

She was barely eating anymore. Couldn't breathe. Her teammate had even noticed the drastic change in her appearance. Max and Christian had both been on her case. Third seemed so far away now as Lando tries to get water down her throat.

"I don't want you to die."

"And I don't want to live without love."

Lando manages to pull himself off the floor to answer the door. Mumbling about how it's probably Jon making sure he's alright.

She can hear the familiar voices of Oscar and Logan through the thin walls.

Oscar sounds rough. She blames it on the long race he had. He'd looked so tired coming out of the car, hands running through his hair.

Her lungs burn again. It's more so this time. Her entire body is on fire. She can't even cough properly and wails as she has to pull out whatever is in her throat.

A stem. One with thorns.

Lando is frantically pleading with Oscar and Logan for something. Oscar is also coughing. Enough that is worsens her own.

She coughs again. Another stem feels like it's tearing her open from the inside. She wails at the stinging pain. Panic overcomes her as it seems to never end.

The door swings open. Lando and Logan drag in a coughing Oscar.

He's in the same boat as her. He's been suffering this whole time.

"Logan who is it?! Please, I need to know." Lando is begging now. The sight of what's happening can't be helping his nerves.

"It's you two, both of you I think. He didn't say exactly."

She tunes out anything else. It's them. He is feeling this because of them. She coughs up the rest of the stem and the burning starts to fade.

But then the exhaustion hits. She wants to tell Oscar everything. Enough so he doesn't have to cough up thorns like herself.

She passes out before she can.

~~~~~

Oscar wakes up in bed. One that definitely isn't his own. He tries to sit up, but his body is depleted still. Noticeably, his lungs feel lighter then they have in months. The ache in his chest has lessened, but his love for the two is still there. If this isn't the work of a surgery then-

He sits up frantically, searching for something. Someone, more like. A hand on his shoulder pushes him back down.

"Relax, we're still here." It's Lando and his partner is on the other side of Oscar. She's dead asleep and rightfully so after what he witnessed her cough up.

"Where's Logan?"

"Asleep on the couch. He didn't want to leave you."

"And you - do you and her - are we?" His words are broken. He can't think properly.

"Caught feeling a while ago, mate. Her before I realized myself. She loves hard, enough to cough up flowers, apparently." Lando crawls into the space between Oscar and the female. Oscar, in his sleepy haze, latches onto Lando. He feels better being apart of whatever cuddle pile this is.

He falls back to sleep so easily. Only to be woken up later by a few frantic coughs. Lando is immediately trying to get the female out of bed and to the sink. She claims she's fine and it's confirmed by the lack of petals.

"It's from what the thorns did." Her voice sounds wrecked. Oscar tries to get up to help only to be pushed back again by Logan. Curse his exhaustion.

The American gets everyone water. Oscar is grateful for it as it soothes his still sore throat.

"So does this mean you three are going to be together then?" Logan raises an eyebrow.

"If either of them say no after this, I'm throwing hands. After the hell they've put me through I will force them to cuddle if need be."

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intersex-support · 1 year

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i'm not sure if i'm intersex and maybe this is tmi but i've always susptected i am intersex. i'm afab but i have lots of body hair, mostly on my legs, stomach, arms and even back? but i have a nice amount on my face too, which could just be bc i'm Black and that's more common in my family but ALSO

my periods are really weird. they got fucked over from covid but they were weird before that. of course, i get a lot of the normal cramp pain but then sometimes i get sharp pain. really sharp. like someone's stabbing me in my vagina. i'll sit up and there it is. and that'll happen when i'm not even on my period! sometimes it just hurts. and i can't do anything about it, i just have to wait it out. i figured it was normal when i was younger. like oh yeah, sometimes your vagina just randomly feels like someone's poking a knife up there lol, that's definitely normal. but then i realized your vagina's not supposed to hurt unless you're on your period? and i was mad confused! bc? really? who knew? i'ont know who's handing out this vagina information but i missed my packet somehow.

anyway, my periods can get pretty out of rhythm sometimes and since covid? i haven't had a vaguely regular period since! sometimes i barely bleed AT ALL, which never happened before, i used to bleed like, quite a bit before covid and now it's all out of whack. sometimes it hurts for two weeks before my period and then i still feel like i'm on my period a week afterwards! even if i'm not bleeding. i can't track them at all anymore, lol, they're very irregular and i think i've skipped two recently? (no im not pregnant, not possible)

also i can't have sex of any kind, it just hurts and doesn't feel good at all. sooo. yeah.

SO. this is like a mess of information and DEFINTEILY tmi but? i thought maybe y'all either knew what the fuck this is or could just tell me "nah you're not intersex your vagina's just fucked some other way" either would be helpful ngl.

First of all, don't write off the body hair just because you're Black. Actually, don't listen to a single doctor who tells you that you're just racially more likely to have that amount of body hair, if they do they are just being neglectful lol. Even if it is common in your family, this could just/also mean that a diagnosable/understandable hormonal difference is a part of your genetics.

Some things you could look into OTHER than N/CAH or PCOS (you could have those alongside what I'm about to list) are endometriosis, vaginismus and vulvodynia, tilted uterus, nerve damage, and even infection (although if you've been experiencing this for a long time... I doubt you've had an infection for multiple years without knowing).

I'll also say, everything you said in the second and thirds paragraphs is exactly how my mom would describe what has been going on for her, AND it got worse after she had covid. She has no diagnosis but endometriosis and PCOS are things we have been looking into. A sharp pain may be indicative of a cyst, which could be in the ovaries obviously but I wouldn't rule out it being in/around the hip joint because you mentioned it appears when you sit up.

I'm not sure how covid affects already present issues (doesn't seem like anyone does... although there is some info that may or may not be very conclusive), but if your symptoms got worse after that then I would say it's likely something has been going on.

I think the stabbing pain is concerning, I would really suggest finding a good physician and at least getting some blood tests done for a comprehensive hormone panel AND getting the results sent to you. I'm not saying you can diagnose and treat yourself by looking at them, but we know physicians don't get the full picture, can be racist, or just not do their job. Getting those results can give you a starting point for comparison if you plan on doing your own research too, and can help you understand.

If you do end up going to a physician or get referred to a specialist, they may want to do a transvaginal ultrasound because of the stabbing pain or other kinds of inspection (like an x-ray for example). I just want to say that in any case, if you are uncomfortable then stick by your boundaries. If you feel pain or just feel unsafe then it should not be dismissed, especially since you said anything sexual is painful. I might be overstepping a bit here, but it does sound like you have a lot going on and you definitely do not need someone who is supposed to help you make it worse.

I hope this is helpful, sorry for the super long response but stabbing pain down there is definitely something I know at least a bit about. Can't say you are intersex or you're not intersex, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's not nothing, and I really do hope you're able to get some support!

#mod stev #ask to tag #long post #PCOS #NCAH #endometriosis #my brain is on low power someone let me know if I'm missing a tag please and thank you

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Omg becs! We need something about son's best friend Bucky because i can't even begin to explain how much it turns me on to think about geting him hard under the table while having dinner all together (and by that I mean my husband, my son and Bucky) and then offering to give gim a lift and driving him home and fucking in the car i just need it

Okay, the THOTS I have about this, I fucking love it 🥵 Like maybe your son tells you his college roommate has really far to travel to go home on weekends so maybe he spends the weekends alone, living off frozen pizzas and instant noodles (and I imagine he looks like precious lil TJ 🥺)

So instead, your husband offers to invite him over for Sunday dinner. It's not a bother, you always make way too much food anyway and it saves this nice boy from having to eat anymore junk. He'd at least get a good, home cooked dinner and something sweet afterwards and it makes you feel a little better knowing he has some company too.

But the first time the poor boy sees you he's clearly smitten, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. He hadn't been warned that you're nothing short of a milf, wearing a cute little apron and God, he wishes that's all you were wearing. And as much as this boy has fallen for you, he's fallen for your cooking just as hard. He thinks he's died and gone to Heaven when you lean over, offering him a second serving of potatoes because you noticed how quickly he ate what you put on his plate. He doesn't want to think about it but his dick is stirring pleasantly in his trousers, feeling you brush against him, the smell of your perfume overwhelming him in the best kind of way, never mind the sight of your cleavage as you lean over him.

It's not long before Bucky finds himself living for a Sunday. He feels so welcome in your home and he always leaves with cheeks that hurt from smiling, a fully belly and a half hard cock.

Over the weeks, he begins to pick up on the little things, like how you and your husband hardly break breath to each other, how you're left with the dishes every week and how your husband and son often don't even stick around long enough for dessert. Bucky pretends not to notice the heartbreaking look on your face as week after week your husband leaves you feeling unappreciated.

So Bucky does his best to make up for it, complimenting you every single chance he gets. "God, it smells so good in here." he groans one particular Sunday, making his way through the door and straight to the kitchen to greet you as he enters the house, leaving your son to sit in the living room with his father.

"Making your favourite today, Buck. Roast beef, mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and gravy." You smile, knowing already that his response is going to make you feel more appreciated than your husband has all week.

"God, I love you, you know that? I keep telling Ollie's friends that you're my dream wife. Tell them all that someday I'm gonna find myself a woman like you. Gonna give her a couple of cute little babies and make sure she's the happiest damn woman on earth." Your stomach tightens at his words because you wish you were about 20 years younger. You'd give him that life in a heartbeat.

"She'll be a lucky lady, sweetheart. You're a lovely boy, you'll make a great husband for someone some day" You smile warmly, noticing that little cocky smile on his face.

"You think so? Cause I mean, if things don't work out with you and your husband, I'd love to show you how well I'd treat a woman like you. Would make sure you know your worth." You've never heard him be so openly suggestive, usually he never goes further than a little harmless compliment while he's helping you with the dishes but today, he's so much more brazen.

But you laugh it off, telling him that you and your husband have been married too long to call it quits now, hoping that'll be the end of the discussion.

At dinner though, your husband hardly takes the time to look at you while Bucky sits beside you, showering you in compliments. "Fuck, I'll never understand how you get those carrots to taste so good." He groans, helping himself to a few more from the dish in the centre of the table.

"They're just roasted with butter, honey and brown sugar, Buck. Nothing special." You smile, watching as he happily clears the serving he just put on his plate.

"Guess it must just be you that makes them special." He smirks and you can't take anymore. Your son isn't paying attention and your husband certainly isn't so you take the chance, placing your hand on Bucky's knee under the table.

Bucky looks up at you but doesn't react, hoping this is going where he thinks it's going.

And of course it does, your hand eventually creeping higher as he tries to keep his cool, stifling a groan as you work your hand over the growing bulge in his jeans. He's always at least half hard when you're around. You just seem to have that affect on him but the feeling of your hand rubbing just where he needs to feel you most has him throbbing, trying to contain himself.

He registers that your husband has asked you something and he registers that you answered but he doesn't pick up any more than that because your hand is torturing him. He so desperately wants to fuck you right then and there, it's all he can think of. He wants to bend you over the dining room table and make your husband watch how a real man would treat you but he holds himself back.

You barely breathe a word to each other as you wash the dishes and he dries them, all of your usual flirtatious banter has dissolved into an unbearable tension. It hangs in the air, neither of you daring to so much as look at the other for fear of the band snapping, making you give in to the temptation.

But when the band does snap, boy does it snap. Your eyes lock on his accidentally and you both move at once. It's needy and passionate and far too desperate, his hands gripping your waist like you're a figment of his imagination. His mouth is so hungry on yours, his lips sliding over your own, barely leaving room for your breathy gasps. He can't get enough of you and you can't get enough of him as he presses you against the kitchen counter, his hard cock pressed against you as his lips begin to trail down your neck.

But God, you can't do this here. Your husband and son are in the next room but it's so long overdue, you can't stop now that you've started. So it's not long until you're driving him to the store, beyond thankful that he has some excuse prepared about needing to go grocery shopping. Your husband doesn't even listen when you tell him you're going out because if he did, he'd realise the store you told him you were going to is closed on Sundays.

Instead, you find yourself in an empty parking lot, in the back seat of your car, underneath this sweet boy who can't tear your clothes off fast enough. His mouth is on yours, his tongue firm and insistent against your own, his bulge grinding against your core in the cramped back seat.

"You know how fuckin' hard it is to watch you play wife for him? That asshole doesn't deserve you." Bucky's lost in thought, panting against your neck as he tears your blouse off.

"Bucky please, don't wanna think of him. Wanna think of you." You gasp, feeling his mouth latch onto one of your nipples, tugging it with his teeth.

"God, your body. You're fucking beautiful and I bet you don't even know it. Jerked off to you more times than I can count." He admits and it sends want throbbing through you.

"Please baby, just fuck me. C-can't take it. Need feel you fill me up." You sound so needy, shamelessly begging to be fucked that he can't help but groan.

"Oh babe, you can't say shit like that. I'm gonna send you back home with that cute little cunt stuffed full of my cum." His voice is strained as you lift your skirt up, exposing your bare, dripping cunt to his hungry gaze while he pulls his jeans down just enough to free his cock.

"You're so perfect. Know that fuckin' pussy tastes so good but I- I can't. Needa feel you cummin' around me. Been dreaming about it for far too long." He groans, giving himself a few firm strokes before pressing his tip to your eager hole, pressing inside in a way that leaves you both moaning.

"S-so tight and wet oh my God. Gonna treat you right. Want you to cum so hard, you forget everything but my name, you got that? This pretty pussy is mine now isn't it? Tell me I own your cunt." He's growling against your skin as he starts to thrust into you and you can only whimper out a response, overwhelmed by how good he feels and how filthy this sweet boy truly is.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes smut #sonsbestfriend!bucky #sbf!bucky #I didn't mean for this to get so long wtf #me giving my car the side eye bc I've never christened the back seat #I am... a whole new level of down bad #I am down HELLA bad besties #the things that do it for me rn???#I'm appalled #but also into it #tw: cheating #tw: infidelity #tw: affair

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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pairing: chūya nakahara x lazy male reader

req: yes | wc: 1.87k | cw: nsfw, size difference, praise kink, biting, blood, dirty talk, belly bulging | minors dni

anon: Hi! I was hoping I could get a smut for chuuya if you could make it kinda of a part two from the other chuuya fic u have and if u can could u add a size kink and a praise kink if so thank you so much!

a/n: you thought the demon was a himbo, ha!

"You know these don't tend to last long." You send the man pushing you against the wall a wink, making sure he knows you're still top. Chūya chuckles in response.

"I'm prepared for that." Chūya gives you a smirk. You don't know it, but he doesn't mean it. He hopes it is only your sheer amount of power that attracts him to you, but he knows it's not true. He really isn't that keen on having this be a one time thing. He rather it be a long, loving relationship, keep it lasting for as long as he can; if he has to teach you commitment, he will.

You raise an eyebrow for a minute, judging his composure. "Mkay.. good. You need me to lift you, though? You're quite a way down."

Chūya huffs and rolls his eyes. With you, he's heard something along those lines about a million times. He can't control his height and he certainly can't control yours. Jeez, it's as if you were a giant. If you and him stood next to each other, he'd look like a child, not that he was that much taller than a child anyway.

"Oh shut up with that… but yes." As much as he didn't want to admit it, even though it was very clear, he couldn't kiss you from 'all the way down there'.

"Thought so." It's the shit eating grin on your face that makes him regret this. "Hold on to the horns will ya? You'll need the support."

"Doesn't bother ya?" Chūya asks, doing so anyway. They feel rather tough, like how he imagined crocodile scales to feel. Your wings, on the other hand, weren't as he'd imagined them to be. They felt like leather, despite the fact they looked like rubber. He couldn't fathom how hot they'd be in summer.

You shake your head, in turn moving his arms. "Nah. Anyway, what do you think about the fangs?" You momentarily open your mouth wider to show him. "Would you rather I don't bite you or I do?" They're not as sharp as say, a vampire or a werewolf, but they could definitely puncture.

"Maybe test them first?" You know, what he meant was that you bite his finger, or something, not his neck. It definitely stung, but it hadn't punctured. He was sure if you hadn't controlled your strength, he'd bleed. He hissed at the pain. Though it was nothing he couldn't handle, you'd taken him by surprise.

"My bad, precious." That was a new nickname. "What do you think? Did you like it? No judge if you're into it." The mention of a biting link made him think of some past lover with said kink. It sort of made him jealous.

"What if I find your sweet spot? Would that persuade you?" You bite his neck, finding the spot that made him moan. "Knew it. They're usually there." He hated the way you rubbed your past lovers in his face. In time, he'd make you forget. He was sure of that.

"Well?"

"Okay.."

"Would you look at that?" Chūya couldn't focus on anything right now, the pleasure, and pain, was too much. You would pester him for how long he took to adjust for sure. "I'm balls deep in you and I can actually see it." He hadn't registered that first part until now.

He looked down to see his stomach clearly bulging. He laughed at the sight of it. You were really a giant, in more ways than one. It was kind of.. hot though. The size difference was already turning him on, at this point it was a lot.

"Sexy." You remark, licking your lips. If it weren't for your dick, he would want that tongue in him.. again. "Can you even talk right now?"

Chūya chuckles, fixing you with a playful look before pulling you down by the horns. "Of course I can." He whispers in your ear.

"Good." You move the slightest bit, though to him it felt more than that, which urges a moan from his throat. "Although I'd like to see you try when I fuck you with no mercy."

Chūya is flustered to no end, but as the competitive guy he is, he can't just back down, even with your dick inside of him. "Is that what you say to everybody? 'Fuck you with no mercy'? How about 'fuck you 'till you're begging for hell?'"

You smirk, shaking your head to mess with his arms. His hands were surely indented with the pattern of your horns by now. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Are you ready now?" You were going to nag him about the time, just like he'd predicted. "You've been sitting on it for so long you could call it cockwarming. But maybe you're into that, haven't discussed the deets just yet."

"What can I do?" You laugh. "Your dick is big, you said so yourself."

"Then the details. What do you like?"

"P-Praise." He's a little nervous to admit it, what with the fact he acts like a tough cookie. He had to build up some courage for this moment.

You shift a bit as you think about it. All of a sudden, you start moving slowly. It's still quite a bit painful for Chūya, but your praise makes up for it. "You're doing good, baby." Your rough voice along with the way you grip his hips with your claws sends chills down his spine. "Just a bit more."

You chuckle, toying with the idea in your mind. You thrust a bit more, barely even containing yourself with how horny you are, before stopping to ask. "Like that?"

He had bitten his lips to keep his moans from coming out; he'd nearly drawn blood "Yeah, yeah, just like that." If his eyes weren't shut so tightly he'd be so much more flustered by the look you're giving him.

"Think you're ready yet?" The impatience was clear in your voice.

"Mm, yeah."

Your thrusts are slow at first, as a precaution. It was a wonder how you hadn't started going fast, though. You'd been in him for so long without moving that the impatience and anticipation were building up.

"You can go faster now." You smile, but you don't speed up, which confuses him. He was sure you wanted more, so why didn't you give him more?

"How much faster?" It's only now that he realizes it's a cheeky grin.

Your sultry eyes seem to enchant him, making him unable to think properly; well, that and the thrusting. "I don't know."

"My terms, then." He doesn't like the sound of that. Luckily, you catch onto his uneasy look in time to reassure him, but your words don't do much. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine."

There's no warning after that. Your thrusts are quick and hard, just how you like them though only a little less than normal. After all, you'd gotten from, say, a 1 to a 7. Since when did you start calling your thrusts like a vibrator?

"You're doing good, baby!" He didn't know why, he did but he didn't know now, but he thought you'd sound more sarcastic.

His grip on your horns loosen and his arms feel weak. Just how vulnerable did you make him feel? He couldn't hold back from letting out a loud, high-pitched moan. It caused you to laugh, which he hated since he knew you were about to tease him. "High-pitched, just for me?"

He rolled his eyes at you, maybe a little bit because of pleasure, responding just as quick. "I mean you– oh! Holy shit!" He was interrupted by his own moans.

"What was that you were going to say?"

"Straying from– ah shit! Shit shit shit!" He repeated. That chuckle of yours made him realize you'd been hitting him hard on purpose to tease him. "Straying far from," He stops himself from moaning by biting his lips momentarily. "p-praise here."

You almost pout when he finishes his sentence, but you nod. "Right, sorry, precious~" You basically purr. “You’re taking my cock so well. Are you ready for more?”

“What?” You’d only just changed pace, so why would you- “Ah! Fuck me..” You hadn’t even given him time to answer, and you didn’t mean to either. This pace was the fastest, and roughest, Chūya had ever felt before, and god, did he love it. He could barely even form words, apart from curse words that were oh so familiar. The only thing that left his mouth were moans and he couldn’t even bite his lips.

“Mm, can’t talk anymore?” You weren’t really good at praise, were you? Well, it was new to you, since most of your lovers turned masochists at the sight of you. You didn’t make them, they just did. smug hoe

His arms, tired and a little sore, fall from your horns and grip your wings, which are wrapped around him. It causes you to hiss, but it’s a mere feeling in the back of your head from all the pleasure you’re getting. “Careful with those, darl.” You say with a chuckle. “You can’t break them in your state right now, but they still hurt.”

“S-Sorry.” He manages to say, continuing with moans afterward. They’re high pitched, most of them, as much as he tries to at least make them a little lower.

“Oh? A word?” Your smirk is as much a nightmare as it is a dream. He wants to punch it off your face but also kiss it off your lips. “Right, right, praise. You take me in so well~” Chūya just barely manages a laugh.

“Ah, fuck!” Chūya shouts. He can feel himself getting closer and closer.

You smirk, moving to his neck, kissing and nipping. Your fangs sting his neck everytime you bite down, but you make sure to control yourself. Though sooner or later you’ll bite him and draw blood, it’s only inevitable.

“Go on, baby. Come loose for me, let me feel your seed on my abs.” You move to his ear, whispering and licking the lobe.

Your words are what sends him over the edge of bliss. His seed spills all over the both of you, which is a turn on for sure; it moves with his constantly bulging belly.

You close your eyes when you feel yourself coming closer. Instinctively, you move to his neck, giving him a harsh bite, which makes Chūya groan. You couldn’t control yourself from not biting him, even when his neck is already littered with other marks. Blood drips from the wound, two small holes.

It’s only when you go over the edge that you apologize. You move off of him, pulling him on top of you instead. He snuggles into your body, hissing in pain. “Sorry.” You move your wings to wipe the blood away.

“It’s fine… well, not really, but eh.”

You chuckle, keeping one wing on the wound and the other over the top of you. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

The promise of another time is reassuring, whether it be sexual or not, though he rather it be a date. He likes to know he has a little bit of a chance.

#chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x male reader #chuuya nakahara x male reader #bsd x reader #bsd x male reader #bsd smut #anonymousrequest #⚠️nsfw🙈

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mysticpetals · 3 years

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When we were young (1)

Pairing — Jake × f!mc (Syianne Langford)

Genre — Hogwarts!au, (reluctant) friends to lovers, humor, fluff

Word count — 1.5k

Summary — Jake and Syianne had known each other since their first year, but growing up has changed their relationship and not for the better. While one of them tries to save it, the other doesn't want anything to do with it. Whatever will they do?

Notes — so! I'm back with a Jake fic after 7372862 years lol this is honestly not my best work and I hope you guys can ignore any discrepancies in there. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it 💖 p.s I'm a Slytherin myself ;)

It was a well known fact in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry that every Slytherin needed a Hufflepuff.

The mostly brooding house members get a bad reputation because of the work of previous students in Slytherin and that's why, it was an unspoken rule amongst the Hufflepuffs that they'd all befriend at least one Slytherin so that no one feels alone at the magical school. Because no matter which house they belonged to, no one deserves to feel as if they're not wanted.

And while the houses were much more comfortable and united with each other after the defeat of Voldemort, some stigmas ran too deep to be ignored so easily.

Jake knew this. Had known it ever since he sat down at the Slytherin table after his sorting and the older students mentioned that they'd be greeted enthusiastically by the Hufflepuffs and not to be put out by this. They'd be getting a friend for life after all, one that won't discriminate against them because of the colors they wore.

He just didn't expect his Hufflepuff to be a cheerful, bubbly and overly optimistic girl, Syianne Langford.

Don't get him wrong, he really appreciated having a friend right from the beginning of his journey at Hogwarts. It had seemed like a godsend at first, considering how shy and antisocial he tended to be. And Syianne was nice, she really was. It was just…..she was too nice. He couldn't understand how a person could be so happy at all times and as much as he appreciated her, he also didn't like spending a lot of time with her. It was confusing in the beginning, to say the least, how he could hold a civil conversation with her one day and then didn't speak to her again for two.

Now in his fifth year, he wished he had gotten anyone else other than her as he watched her enter the Potions classroom and scan the room for him. His attempts to hide himself by ducking his head seemed to not have worked as he heard her quick steps come towards him, sliding on the stool next to him.

"Hello, Jake!"

Merlin, how was she so loud? And why? It was only 11 am, and he just wanted to go to sleep. But of course, his Hufflepuff was the human embodiment of sunshine and he sighed, lifting his head and giving Syianne a strained smile.

"Hello, Syianne. How are you doing?"

"I'm doing good! I'm so excited for herbology today, I heard Professor Sprout is going to let us handle the venomous tentacula!" She chirped, practically bouncing on her stool, which teetered uncertainty. She had a wide smile on her face and Jake almost felt bad for what he was about to say.

"Why are you happy about coming in contact with a poisonous plant? One that could kill you?" He scrunched his face, not liking Herbology or the hazardous greenhouses they had to study in. They were too bright and colorful for his taste.

Syianne's eyes dimmed a little and she pouted, narrowing her eyes.

"You could at least pretend to be excited. The plant is actually very sweet once you get to know her," she grumbled and Jake looked at her in disbelief and something akin to horror.

"Her? Are you—"

"Good morning class! Let's begin today's lesson shall we?"

The Professor entered the classroom and they began the lesson. Jake would have thought that Syianne would be cross with him after he insulted her precious plants but to his chagrin, she was back to her usual self and talked to him all throughout the lesson, with him giving less than enthusiastic responses to her rapid questions. By the end of the lesson, Jake's hands were tired from stirring the potion and his ears were about to fall off.

He finally heaved a sigh of relief when the Professor said that they could leave and continue making it in the next class. He practically tossed his books in the bag and got up from his seat when a hand caught his wrist. He swivelled around to frown at Syianne who only smiled in return.

"We have Herbology next, let's go walk together?" She asked and he thought of various reasons he could use to get out of it but in the end, nodded wearily, getting a blinding smile from the girl in return.

"Great, let's go!"

The walk to Herbology greenhouses was rather pleasant. Syianne didn't speak as much, taking in the sight of the large grounds and Jake had a minute to himself. He was thinking that if it was like this all the time, he could get used to Syianne's company, before his thoughts were interrupted by Syianne grabbing his arm and yanking him towards herself.

He stumbled and almost fell onto her but at the last minute, held onto her shoulders to avoid the both of them tumbling to the ground. He raised his head to angrily berate her but froze realising how close they were to each other. Jake, never being one for close physical contact, blushed furiously, his cheeks turning the color of Griffindor's flag and sputtered, releasing her shoulders and stepping aside.

"Wh-why did you do that?" He cleared his throat but didn't have to wait for an answer as Richy Rogers, a Ravenclaw, swooshed past them on his broom, laughter ringing behind his wake and Professor McGonagall's angry voice telling him to 'come back here at once!'.

Jake turned to Syianne, awkwardly trying to thank her for saving him but she just shook her head with a smile.

"Come on, we're friends. It's what we do for each other," she said and then continued on towards the greenhouses.

Jake felt a little silly afterwards. Since growing up, he had even less interest in talking to anyone and usually remained by himself or occasionally with his half sister Lilly. He began to distance himself from Syianne, who he used to spend some time with earlier but now it was only when they had classes together. He decided that he'd try to be a little more civil with the girl who was still trying to save their friendship. He didn't have to constantly be around her but he'll try not to give dry answers in response to her never-ending questions.

The Herbology classroom was filled with nervous students with a few excited exceptions and Jake found himself stepping back when Professor Sprout placed a writhing tentacula on their table. Syianne looked like Christmas had come early as she watched the plants arms slither around the table, trying to find something to latch onto.

"Today you'll be collecting three leaves from your respective plants for your Potions inventory. These plants are still babies but that doesn't mean they can't hurt you. Be careful not to let them sting you, you'll be out for days if it happens. You can use a stunning charm to stun them and collect the leaves. Now please begin!"

Jake had even less of a desire to do anything after hearing Professor Sprout's words but Syianne was all for it, wearing her dragon hide gloves and looking at him.

Jake sighed and wore his gloves, carefully stepping towards the plant. He took out his wand to perform the stunning spell when Syianne came between him and the plant, cooing and stroking it's vines. He faltered, looking at her in disbelief as she baby talked the plant and to his surprise, the plant calmed down and stopped moving.

"How are you doing that?" He couldn't help but ask and she turned to him with a grin.

"They're babies, aren't they? So I'm just calming them down. We won't have to stun them that way. Here, you try!" She stepped aside to allow him to tackle the plant but he immediately shook his head.

"No, I'm good."

"Nonsense, it won't bite."

But alas, Jake's luck for the day seemed to have run out because as soon as Syianne stopped touching the plant, it started writhing like before and one of it's vines immediately wrapped around Jake's arm, tightening around it. Before Jake could stun him, the vines yanked him forward and his stomach collided with the corner of the table, knocking all breath out of him. He fell to his knees, wincing as the thorns cut his arm.

Just as suddenly as it had happened, Jake felt the vines release his arm and Professor Sprout leaning over him, with Syianne at his side, looking at him worriedly.

Efforts to reconcile be damned, he didn't even want to see her face right now.

"I'm afraid we might have to go to the hospital wing, dear. And don't worry about your assignment, I'm sure Syianne will manage by herself," Professor Sprout said, lifting him up and Syianne nodded rapidly at her words.

Gritting his teeth, he sent her a sharp look, making clear his dislike and took grim satisfaction in the fact that her face fell and she wasn't smiling anymore.

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hrodvitnon · 3 years

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Ok, ignoring what I said last in my previous post (though the flight thing is real), I'm really wondering something right now....

A R.O.B (Random Omnipotent Being), gets MV!Goji's family and allies to gain transparent forms and sends them to the 3 universes MV!Goji was transported to, have them react to what I described in Scenarios A, B, & C; how would they react to their Godzilla getting not one, not two, but three ass-beatings from his alternate counterparts?

Here's my little interpretation in how they would see the alternate Gojis:

Scenario A:

Mothra: Hang on, why does that creature look so small?

Monster X: He kinda looks adora-

*Filitus fires his hyper-concentrated beam at MV!Goji.*

Monster X: And I take it back, beat that little shit Goji!

*Later, when MV!Goji has Filitus on the ropes.*

Monster X: Yeah! Don't feel so high and mighty now, eh?

Mothra: I hope he doesn't kill Filitus, he looks a little scared....

Shin: Godzilla knows what he's doing, he won't kill him.....I hope.

Junior: Yay! Daddy beats green monster!

Rodan: Yeah! Who would care about a brat like Filitus?

*Godzilla Earth appears*

Everyone: ..................

Rodan: ........I stand corrected.

*Earth Goji gives MV!Goji a brutal ass-whooping*

Mothra: Oh dear! I hope he's ok!

Monster X: He'll make it out of this! Goji always has...

*Everyone else just watches in sympathy & metaphorical pain as MV!Goji is beaten within an inch of his life*

*They become scared when Earth Goji charges up his Atomic Breath & holds their Godzilla in place to vaporize his head, but he is teleported away before be can do so. They all sigh in relief.*

Scenario B:

*Everyone becomes shocked when the human warships fire on Godzilla.*

Monster X: WHAT ARE YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS DOING?!

Mothra: Stop that!

Shin: He did nothing! Why are you still firing?!

Rodan: Hrrgh. If I'm to guess, the humans of this world aren't as friendly to Titans like ours are.

Junior: Stop shooting Daddy!

*They witness Godzilla's show of intelligence by deducing the tech level of the world he was now in.*

Monster X: Hmm, he's right on the mark that this is the 1990s.

Mothra: He can be very analytical when he wants to.

Shin: Well, that is very accurate!

Junior: Smart Daddy!

Kong: Huh, well the more you know....

*They see Heisei Goji spying on their Godzilla*

Monster X: I see you, you little bastard!

Mothra:........

Shin: He seems angry at our Godzilla, what did he do?

Rodan: If I'm to guess, he doesn't like our King's presence in his world, and wants to take our Goji out.

Junior: Fake Daddy!

*They see MV!Goji's scared breakdown*

Monster X:Goji.....

Mothra:.....Godzilla.....

Shin: Oh, I wish I can comfort him, but I'm transparent.....

Junior:......daddy....

*They bear witness to Heisei!Goji's rampage across Tokyo.*

Monster X: Damn, so he's a destroyer in this dimension......monster......

Mothra: *Sigh* I believe he's one of the more-violent and destructive of versions of our Goji....

Shin.....(Remembers the time he briefly went on a rampage in modern Tokyo)

Junior: I don't like him!

Rodan: At least the humans don't suffer....

Kong: You're not helping.....

*Everyone sees when MV!Goji rises out of Tokyo Bay & roars a challenge to Heisei!Goji, with the latter's eerily familiar movement of slowly turning around and tail whipping the ground as an acceptance.*

Monster X: Kick that guy's ass Godzilla!

Mothra: I hope you'll be alright...

Shin: Give him the good fight!

Junior: Go Daddy!

Kong:......Well, this is ironic.

*Everyone watches the battle between the two Gojis: grappling, pushing, clawing, and many uses of Atomic Breath on each other. Their Goji even tried to perform the Kiss of Death on his counterpart-but the latter spamming his atomic breath many times prevented him from doing so. They even entered a beam-lock, witn both Gojis putting as much power into their beam as possible.*

Monster X: Get him! Get him! GET HIM!

Mothra: *Holding her breath*

Shin: C'mon, you can do it Godzilla! I believe in you!

Junior: GO DADDY!

Rodan: Kick his ass!

Kong:....You can do it buddy, I know you can!

*MV!Goji concentrates his beam, and it begins overpowering Heisei's.*

Monster X: C'mon, just a little more!

Mothra: *Staring intensely*

Shin: Yes!

Junior: Yay!

Rodan: Oh yeah!

Kong: *In a similar state to Mothra.*

*However, Heisei noticed this, and started to power up his own beam-until it turned bright crimson red.*

Monster X: OH COME ON!

Mothra:....no....

Shin: Oh dear....

Junior: Oh no!

Rodan: Shit!

Kong:.....damnit.

*Heisei's atomic breath overpowers MV!Goji's beam, causing him to be forced back-bellowing in pain in the process.*

*Everyone looks in sympathy at MonsterVerse Goji, and glare angrily at Heisei Goji.*

Monster X:....Bastard....

Mothra:...*Glares*

Shin: *Looks disapprovingly at Heisei*

Junior: Don't hurt daddy!

Rodan:....S.O.B.

Kong: Screw you!

*Despite this, they soon afterwards enter a second beam-lock, this time though-MV!Goji starts to walk forward...while still firing his atomic breath.*

*Everyone is shocked by this*

Monster X:I didn't know he could do that!

Mothra:....neither did I....

Shin: Well this is surprising....

Rodan:Oh, that's a sign he's starting to get serious!

Kong: Let's see what happens next.

(Heisei, not impressed, does the same thing-both Gojis walk towards each other until the energy in between their beams can't take it anymore and explodes out.)

*Everyone is briefly blinded, but quickly see again.*

(Heisei Goji is briefly dazed, but shakes it off and soon has a deadly look on his face. He then does something that shocks the group: he puts his hands on the ground and starts walking on all fours![with his dorsal plates constantly flashing too])

Monster X:H-he can do that too?!

Mothra: Oh dear, this isn't good.

Shin:.....oh.

Junior: Uh oh!

Rodan:.....ah shit.

Kong: *remembers when Godzilla himself did that in their fight in Hong Kong, which brings a bad omen for Goji here.*

*MonsterVerse Goji hid behind some intact buildings as he slowly gets behind Heisei...then he strikes! Tackling his counterpart into the side of a building and beating/clawing him, he initially has the upper hand-that is until Heisei simply kicks him in the stomach & fires his beam at the ground to create a smokescreen. MV!Goji clears the smoke but Heisei was gone, but the family then spot him-climbing a building and looking like he was readying for something. That something proved to be lunging at his larger counterpart with a speed and ferocity like never before! He fired his Red Spiral Ray without a care in the world, knocking his counterpart on his back and leaving him dangerously vulnerable; and Heisei takes advantage of that to stomp, punch, and slash at MV!Goji's chest with unrivaled rage, to the point the family was begging him to stop. Heisei then stomped his foot onto MV!Goji's chest-and gave him a deadly death glare-before he roared in his face-and MV!Goji defiantly responded with his own roar. After a brief pause, Heisei clawed his counterpart in the face and began to force his mouth open.*

(Everyone saw what was coming and began to panic.)

Monster X: Wait, wait, WAIT-!

Mothra:NO!

Shin: STOP!

Junior: NO!!!

Rodan: Shit, shit, SHIT!

Kong: DON'T!

*Before Heisei could fire his Red Spiral Ray down MV!Goji's throat, he is teleported away-and everyone breaths sighs of relief.*

Monster X:....well that was terrifying....

Mothra: I'm just glad he's safe....

(Onto the third and final universe....the R.O.B decides to skip to the battle)

*Everyone becomes absolutely baffled by how impossibly nimble & agile FW!Goji is, to the point one can say he was pointing a massive kaiju sized middle-finger at the laws of physics as he weaved through the attacks of their Godzilla & beat him to the ground with summersault kicks ans the like.*

I'll stop it here, and I know the description of the Heiseiverse scenario is unrealistic, but at least you now get the idea of how Heisei!Goji would kill MV!Goji in a more detailed description. Also; if you like, you can make your own reactions of the Abraxasverse crew to my 3 scenarios, I want to see what those are like & feel free to add on to what I already made if you wish!

I... don't think I can have my own take on the AbraxasVerse Titans' reaction to all this, sorry to say. And not for lack of trying, this isn't just me pushing it aside for later or saying "oh it's not up to me" like with Genocide/Coexistence, I mean you've pretty much got all the reactions covered just fine without any input from me - you can literally make a fic out of this.

The only thing I can think of is the Titans just losing all patience and demanding R.O.B. show themselves, take them and their Goji back home and eff right off before they decide to do something about it, because for all they know R.O.B. is messing up the balance with all this dimension-hopping monster fighting. Also, I'm fairly certain Goji would be able to move while breathing atomic fire without much problem, if he can walk and breathe normally at the same time...

And now I'm convinced that this R.O.B. thing just wants an excuse to see MV!Goji's ass get kicked or even killed by his other counterparts for whatever reason. Maybe it's one of those fans who gets all uppity and angry when a new incarnation is too different for their liking.

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schnees-and-schnugs · 5 years

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I wrote a weird little Mastermind/vengeful!mama schnee musing idk if its any good lol

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Pristine snowflakes slowly floated down into her wine cup. She wondered if she opened her mouth up to sky, would it sooth the slight burning feeling that the alcohol left in her throat? No, she knew- besides she was already used to it. It was at least what she deserved for what she had done. Married the wrong man, had children that would grow to think of her as an ornament- pretty and striking at first, looked up to with eyes full of love and hungry for the kindness she held, but eventually forgotten and frozen, left tarnished and only to be remembered on timely intervals, used, and left alone again. But it was fair. She had left them and ceased to spark joy in their lives, caught up in a whirlwind of anger and guilt, but eventually settling in on the numbness that only the wine is generous enough to give her.

But there was a new feeling.

It started in her chest, an uncomfortable feeling of burning warmth- no ice that bloomed. She couldn’t help but to remember how back when it all fell apart, she was surrounded by heat: anger, passion, frustration- but all that had puttered out leaving just emptiness for the coming years. That coldness wasn’t like this- it was a painful serene emotion that left her hopeless, merely the cold that came to inhabit the area above the ashes of her soul. However, this new feeling- the thin pinpricks of frostbite that ate at her around the same time she watched her young daughter leave for Beacon. She recalled when her oldest attended Atlas Academy and eventually found her way to the military. Through unsavory means, she remembered with a slight grin- her daughter had run away, entranced by images of grandeur and away from the tight fist of her father. She hadn’t felt the same pinpricks that time, she had thought her daughter was just an anomaly. Her eldest had always been a stern and temperamental girl- something she inherited from her father, she thought bitterly- not the makings of a charismatic CEO.

But her youngest daughter was, for a lack of a better term, kinder. Had more of that charisma that would have attracted people to her organically if she didn’t have her family status. But why was she leaving?

She wants to escape, a soft voice whispered at her from the back of her mind. You’re nothing to her anymore. Did you think she would wait for you forever?

A tiny needle of ice pricked her heart.

She was used to rejection at this point. She understood that she has ceased to be of any importance to the lives of her family. But it would seem that this departure has woken up a tiny part of her that still yearned for the validation that every mother needs from their children.

But you stopped giving them the validation that they needed from you.

But he hurt me, she reasoned with herself. This guilt that she lives with, is that what he wants? For her to continue to torture herself in addiction until she drops dead? As she lay in her bed later she understands her cold anger that had awoken in her that day. He took everything away from her. He turned her into this. He was the reason that her eldest was gone and her other daughter is well on her way to disappearing.This company, this home, this legacy, it should all belong to her. Stolen, her life, her dreams, future, her children, her love. She hadn’t noticed that he had his hand firmly grasped onto the rug beneath her feet until he had pulled it out from under her, and she was on her back staring at the ceiling for years, wondering what had gone wrong. What she had done wrong.

But she hadn’t done anything wrong.

It was all her father’s fault for marrying her to a man who sang false love symphonies, her family’s fault for turning the other cheek in the name of the company, his fault for having the gall to take advantage of her all these years.

And she would make him pay.

As she lay there, she the frozen pricks in her heart had a sense of urgency. She understood. No longer would she stand by and let him have the last laugh, holding her by her tail, watching her numb every jab with a sip of wine. She would take every word, every sneer and snap, and use it. Use it to ease him into her trap, guide him with whisperings of her newfound interest in the company and his little heir. She prayed to the heavens that her daughter would forgive her for this.

Weiss would never listen to word you say, she tells him one day. She’s not like you, she doesn't have what it takes to make those cruel decisions.

What would you understand?, he snaps, but she knows he’s listening. He may be arrogant, but he’s smart.

She has a temper. Like yours, I suppose, she goaded him. She didn’t want to appear cooperative, he would be suspicious. She wanted to be smug, to take those ice-y pricks in her chest and stick each and every one of them in his brain, rendering him her puppet.

Weiss wouldn’t listen to me either, she thought. That’s why I have to do this.

Whitley... he’s much more easy-going, don’t you think?, she slurred this without even looking at him- feigning disinterest while the words burned her tongue. She hated to bring her son into this. He was so young, so easily hurt. The most eager to please. His wide doleful eyes he had once realizing that his mother would never be truly the same was a knife to her stomach for the longest time, only continuing to twist once those once kind, innocent eyes grew bitter and angry at all those around him. I guess we’re the same. He’ll listen to me. He’s... impressionable. She felt a twinge of guilt, but waived it away. He’ll be thanking her soon enough.

She could tell all the offhand words and slurred messages left holes in her husband’s once strong intention to form her daughter into the perfect heir. All it took was one big push, and she’ll get what she had been pushing for in the last year.

It came the night of the gala. She hadn’t bothered to go, but she had a hunch that something had happened. Doors slammed, angry words were exchanged, and she felt a thrill travel up her spine. She want it to be true, and hated herself for it. Weiss is better off without this family, anyways. Without this.

She waited in her son’s room, knowing that at this late time he would be coming directly to bed. She wanted to hear it straight from him, to be the first to congratulate him before his father could. He entered the room, his face carefully empty of any emotion- a familiar expression. He started at the sight of her sitting at the window.

Welcome back, little meadow. Was the gala eventful? Of course she knew something had happened, she lived here long enough to know what the ever familiar tension felt like after another one of their family’s fights.

And so he told her. About Weiss’ outburst, her father’s decision afterward to strip her of her title. She had to resist the urge to chuckle. She didn’t want to be cruel, but it seems that after her own words, the missed calls, and the ignored warnings, the gala was finally the straw that broke the camel's back.

Finally, something was going right for once.

She blinked out of her victorious reverie to find her son looking at her cautiously. She had made moves to rebuild their relationship over the last year, insuring his loyalty- but even he didn’t know the extent of how much she has invested in him. Nobody knew. It was her secret, her plan.

She touched his cheek. So you’re the heir now, hmm?

He winced, father-

Lets not talk about him now. It’s only the two of us that matter, remember? Weiss is well on her way out the door and Winter is gone. It’s just the two of us. Nobody else could ever care for you the way I do.

He looked down. She knew that look. Doubt.

She pushed harder. He hurt me. It’s all his fault. Your loneliness, it’s all because of him. Our suffering will only continue if we listen to him. If we allow him to destroy us, my life will be for nothing. Your life. It will be different from now on- I will be here for you, always. Don’t doubt me. We have the upper hand now, you don’t need him anymore.

He only nodded, not saying a word. She left him to sleep, her future plants coming to fruition in her head. She couldn’t rely on Weiss to help her. Something had changed in her daughter while she was off in Beacon, a kind of intrinsic will formed in her that made her impervious to her father, and by extension, her mother. Pride swelled in her chest. Yes, her daughter would be fine after all.

Concentrate! The company, that’s what I’m after.

And Whitley is the key.

She would take back what was meant to be hers all these years.

She just needs to somehow get her son to the top quickly, even if that means she has to be the puppeteer pulling the strings.

To get rid of him, who took everything from her.

#rwby #idk #willow schnee #winter schnee #whitley schnee #weiss schnee #jacques schnee #rwby fic #tell if its shitty ok?

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funkzpiel · 7 years

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HONESTLY. And like, my headcanon that everyone wants to jump him combines with my headcanon that he also inspires this huge sense of love/devotion/whatever in his aurors and he doesn't quite get that either - he knows everyone respects him but that's it. My headcanon going forward is that Graves is found alive and his entire department feels so fucking awful that they didn't notice that they all decide to do better and become the scourge of Grindelwald supporters in the US. NO DEATH!

BLESS. YES. 100% ANON - I AGREE.I personally feel like after they get Graves back, the following happens:

The Aurors feel so guilty, they fucking throw themselves into their work. Like, full on late nights and early mornings. Their paperwork has never looked so fucking good, like, Graves is almost disappointed because when he reviews their reports it takes no time at all for him to go through them because they’re perfect. Which on the one hand, he’s proud. On the other, it means his work goes really quick and he can’t use work as an excuse to avoid his physical therapy appointments.

Part of the reason the Aurors are so good about their paperwork is a.) guilt but also b.) Graves wears gym clothes when he goes to his physical therapy sessions and when he comes back, sweaty and hair ruined and tired and sore just fuck, yes, fuck, they’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he never misses an appointment.

They watch him heal, both physically and mentally. They’re in awe of his resolve and his ability to bounce back. If anything, their respect for him grows because in the face of pain and cruelty, he is firm but encouraging with them. Despite torture and scars, he remained loyal to MACUSA. Even though he holds himself (and his team) to a new standard, he still makes sure that they focus on their home lives and their families because while they serve their country, they serve their country so that their families can live in that country and be proud to do so.

Respect makes them crazy protective of him. Graves takes a curse for someone during a raid gone wrong and it incites a rage in his Aurors he’s never seen before. Even the meekest of them is on fire, clipping the enemy at the knees and showing no mercy. He’s never seen them work so closely together or bring down an enemy so efficiently.

They take turns making sure he takes his meds/potions afterward because if he isn’t going to take his health seriously, they will.

They all agree to take turns making pot luck dishes once a week to make sure that the man gets at least one hardy meal on his stomach - uncertain of how or what he feeds himself when left to his own machinations. They make sure he takes most of the left overs.

THEY DO NOT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER WHEN HE TRIES TO COME TO WORK SICK ANYMORE - GO THE FUCK HOME, DIRECTOR.

They send at least one Auror home that night to make sure he’s actually at home resting. Said Auror finds him patrolling the streets and nearly jinxs him into a coma, she’s so mad. That Auror is Tina. Graves has never been more intimidated (or miserable, because he just wants to do his job, damn it. He hates lying around. And his nose won’t stop running. And his throat hurts. And his eyes feel tight and itchy. But he’s still valuable, damn it. He can do his jo–sneeze. Don’t look at me like that, Goldstein, I’m your superior.)

She visits the next morning and he’s passed out on top of his covers, one shoe still on, and snoring because of the congestion. She uses a spell to gently settle him into a more comfortable position without waking him and sets a charm on his front door to let her know if he tries to slip out of the house while he’s still sick.

Graves cherishes the way they grow and flourish in the coming years. He watches them and can’t help but think that after everything, some good did come from Grindelwald. They’re not just a team, but a family. They’re stronger because of it. The American government has never been as well protected as it is in those years that he is leader, although he would never say that. There’s always room for improvement, after all.

They surprise him that first year after Grindelwald with a birthday party, and while he hates surprises - he can’t help but feel considerably better because they felt comfortable enough to push him out of his comfort zone and celebrate with him. They knew him now. They’d know if they ever lost him ever again. And that - that is enough. Graves smiles, and for the first time, starts healing.

PS: THEY WANNA FUCK HIM SO HARD. SO MUCH UST. Taking care of him only proved that he’s adorable and flustered when he’s cared for because no one’s ever bothered before and he doesn’t know how to handle it and that only makes them thirstier for blushing, overwhelmed, flustered Graves. Preferably in glasses, thank you very much.

#the aurors know he's completely comfortable with them when he starts wearing his glasses more #picquery thinks they're FINEEEE #She has half a mind to order him to wear them all the time #but HR and all that #Original Percival Graves #Percival Graves #The Aurors #tina goldstein #head canons

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