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multifandomwritings · 2 years

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How would the slashers react to their partner, who’s usually a (seemingly) really well put together person, breaking down randomly when they think no one is watching?

Aww of course. I hope this is okay! I'm sorry if you're going through it right now and wishing the best for you! ♥

Warnings: angst (but attempted to make it comforting) sorry for any mistakes also :>

Slashers & horror characters | How they'd react to their S/O breaking down when they think they're alone

Thomas Hewitt:

- Thomas would be very intuitive if you were upset, no matter how much you tried to conceal it. He'd see through it even if you tried to convince him you were okay, although he wouldn't pressure you to open up to him, showing nothing but patience and understanding

- If he found you crying to yourself/breaking down in private, he would be torn between wanting to leave you alone and wait for you to open up to him, and comforting you. In the end he'd be too upset at the sight of you like that and would end up deciding to approach you instead, as I think he'd know the feeling, and wouldn't want you to feel as alone as he often had before you came along

- Would just rest his hands on your cheeks and wipe at your tears or wrap you up in his arms until you calmed down. As I said, he'd be very patient and wouldn't pressure you or anything, only wanting you to know he was there for you. He'd check in on you a lot going forward too, always looking out for you and being sure to comfort you however he could throughout the day, even if just in little ways

Brahms Heelshire:

- Brahms would probably be snooping around when he'd find you breaking down in private, and his heart would sink. You usually seemed happy and such, so his mind would scatter to all the worst possible assumptions (including that he'd done something wrong, shame and worry hitting him hard)

- Might have some of the same reservations Thomas would (not wanting to pressure you or anything) but not quite as hesitant. His own concern would get the better of him before he could even think, and he'd quickly approach you, nervously questioning you

- You getting emotional would make him emotional. He'd just wrap you up in his arms and hug you tight, reassuring you that you could always rely on him and talk to him. Would go out of his way to take care of you for a while after, in really endearing and thoughtful ways

Michael Myers:

- You would have a lot of alone time in a relationship with Michael, so it wouldn't be much of a stretch to assume you were alone when you finally let yourself get emotional. You would probably also assume that Michael wouldn't be interested in helping you through it (especially at first) but you would be wrong

- Michael would approach after being absent for a while, looming around when he heard you crying to yourself. Not much would get a reaction out of him the way that the sight of you like that would. His heart would sink, although he wouldn't be the best at expressing that

- He'd probably startle you with his sudden appearance (to his dismay, he'd want to be more comforting than anything else) and would just sit with you and try to comfort you as best as he could. Would wrap his arm around you or pat your head stiffly. He'd be around more often after that, better paying attention to your moods and hoping to be there for you more

Beetlejuice:

- His usual playful, easy-going personality would sober up a lot seeing you upset alone like that. He'd just freeze, unsure what to do, or if you'd even want him around. But regardless he'd end up coming in to comfort you anyway because the sight of you upset like that would really get to him

- Nervously questions you about what's wrong or if anything had happened. He'd kind of panic that he couldn't do more for you (or hadn't up to that point) and would just hold your hands and listen as you talked or just sat with you if you didn't want to

- Later would put in a lot of effort to cheer you up if you wanted him to, but despite his own nature being more playful he would be really concerned about you and would encourage and comfort you anytime you weren't feeling well

Bo Sinclair:

- I think he'd be more inclined to only really be emotional when he was alone most of the time as well. That having been said, he'd understand a little too well what you were feeling when he caught you breaking down by yourself

- And for that reason, he wouldn't even have the thought to leave you alone. Like, it might cross his mind. Only because he isn't always the best with feelings. But, he wouldn't consider it really, because he would know what you were feeling, and he wouldn't want you to feel like that alone

- He can be stiff with things like that, but he'd just nervously approach you, asking if he could do anything to help. He'd surprise you with how timid he was in that moment, but he'd be relieved to know that he could be comforting to you, even if it was just by being there for you

Vincent Sinclair:

- Would freeze at the sight/sound of you breaking down to yourself. He'd tense up a lot, worried about the many things that might have you like that. He'd be pretty intuitive to your moods so had he missed it, he'd feel horrible, as he'd always want to help you with things

- In the beginning he'd be afraid to approach you until later, but after you'd been together a while he'd hesitantly check on you, hands landing gently against your arms as he searched you with a cautious panic. Mostly really concerned you were hurt, or that something was seriously wrong

- He wouldn't think to hold you or hug you himself at first but if you did so for comfort he would instantly wrap his arms around you and hold you like that for as long as you needed

Lester Sinclair:

- I think Lester would be pretty intuitive to your moods as well, although if he hadn't noticed something was wrong or you weren't doing well, he'd feel so guilty. Seeing you upset and knowing that you tried to keep up appearances around others would break his heart, especially if you tried to hide it from him too

- He would be really sweet about stuff like this and wouldn't push it if you weren't up to talking. He would just let you tell him when you were ready, but he'd definitely sit with you, hold you, wipe your tears, take care of you, whatever you needed

- All while trying to fend off his own emotions, as he would hardly be able to stand seeing you like that. He'd try to lighten your load and care for you however he could, hoping to be helpful and comforting to you however he could

Dewey Riley:

- His heart would drop at the sight of you like that. A million things would cross his mind that could be wrong. He wouldn't even think before approaching you, wanting to help you in some way

- One of the most likely to get emotional at the sight of you emotional. Seeing you like that would pull at his heartstrings, and he'd get so nervous and scramble to comfort you and figure out what was wrong

- Always really sweet and thoughtful, clumsily spilling reassurances and comforting words in hopes he could make you feel better. He'd sit with you as long as you needed just to make sure you weren't alone, trying not to get too upset on your behalf so he could be more reliable for you

Ash Williams:

- Mostly just confused and concerned. He'd feel guilty for not noticing something was wrong sooner, and would be a little hurt (but surprisingly understanding) that you didn't come to him or tell him

- But would start overthinking things a little bit, thinking of all the times you seemed so put together and carefree. Would kind of over-analyze in the future, more cautious about your moods and observant of you

- Wouldn't really expect an explanation or anything from you right away and, if you wanted him to, he'd just wrap his arms around you and rest his chin on your head, stroking your back and quietly reassuring you. But later he'd probably question you a little about what was wrong (not pushy though) and would just encourage you to rely on him more when you were up for it

#slashers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #michael myers x reader #beetlejuice x reader #bo sinclair x reader #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #dewey riley x reader #ash williams x reader

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eclectickss · 3 years

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Make Me Feel Special (1/2)

Pairing: Milf!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

Warnings: Mommy issues/kink, sexual implications, major age gap (reader is of age)

Summary: You are angry at your best friend for turning down the opportunity for something that you would give your life for: a mother.

Word Count: 3K?

Link to Part 2

A/N: Not grammar checked at all! A blurb gone big!(still at writers block on PGATW) But requests are open! I’ve never done one before but i’m willing to try. <3

You entered the apartment and placed your keys in the dish and jacket on it’s hook, making your way into the kitchen to place your to-go food in the fridge. Jane sat at the island on the computer you shared, and you smiled.

“Hey, I picked up sandwiches for dinner. Hope that’s cool.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Your best friend didn’t look up, but it didn’t really bother you. Well, she was your only friend, but still.

You and Jane had been sharing the apartment for years now, The two of you working a good job to afford it and making a livable income. You had been close since high-school, due to your similar social status, but beyond the two of you, nobody was too good at making friends.

From what she had told you, Jane’s mom wasn’t around much when she was growing up. Jane was a teen pregnancy, and ever since she was born, her mom made no time for her daughter. Agatha, was her name.

Agatha came from a wealthy family, though. Her parents (Jane’s grandparents) wouldn’t allow her to use the family money for her child, much less anything else. She struggled with Jane, and therefore the two of them were ever close.

Agatha’s parents died when Jane was in high-school, so her mom inherited their wealth, but their relationship was past salvageable. At least in Jane’s eyes, it was.

Jane was always telling you about how bad of a mom Agatha was and about how you were lucky that you didn’t have to deal with someone like her. Jane didn’t understand though. You would had given anything to have someone like Agatha. Even if she wasn’t around to much, it was still better than nobody at all.

You were now setting the table for two as you pulled the sandwiches out of the fridge, also finding some strawberries to place at the table. You now were looking through the pantry for chips when you heard a knock at the door and Jane moving around to answer it.

“Mom?!” You heard at the door while you still had your head buried in the pantry. Your eyes widened at the name, never expecting to hear it in your life (in that context, at least). You thought Agatha was out of the picture. “What are you doing here?” You stayed silent as you listened from around the corner.

“Well, I think it’s long overdue that we had a talk, Jane, honey.” She sounded a little more raspy than you were expecting, but that doesn’t say much about someone who used to be an addict.

“We don’t do that, Mom. Anyways, now isn’t a good time.” You heard your friend sigh. The woman was your literal mother... you could at least give her five minutes, you thought.

“I want to start, honey. Please just let me in?”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“C’mon, kiddo.” She begged, and you felt a little bad for how Jane was acting. You know her mom wasn’t a great person, but she was still her mom.

You never got to have one of those.

“If this is just you on another one of your sobriety stunts...”

“I’m really trying this time, Jane! I know I fucked up, baby, but please.”

“Fine.” Your friend grumbled. You heard increasing footsteps and your heart raced as you were about to meet the source of Jane’s complaints and drama.

You hurried to sit at the kitchen counter before the two women caught you snooping, but your gaze snaps up just in time to see Agatha Harkness walk into the room.

Jane might have always mentioned that her mother was any and all variations of a bitch, but she failed to mention how attractive the woman was. Her messy brown hair sat on top of an old purple cardigan and worn out jeans, followed by a pair of well-used slip-on shoes. The look together was not extremely flattering, but Agatha somehow pulled it together in a way that made your stomach turn. Your eyes raked her down, but you think she caught you when you met her gaze again. She smirked softly.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you had guests!” She says as her own eyes follow your figure, and you wonder if she’s just doing it to mock you or flatter you. She looks back up with a glimmer in her eye, and you decide on the latter option. Your face goes red, but you try and brush her actions off, not wanting to mistake it for anything else.

“Didn’t I say that this was a bad time?” Jane grumbled.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Harkness. My name is YN.” You smiled as you held out your hand.

“Call me Agatha, darling.” She stared into your eyes. “It’s so nice to finally meet one of Jane’s friends.” You panic under her gaze.

“We were just about to sit down for dinner, if you want to join us. We don’t have any food for you, but-“

“Oh, thank you... I was hoping I could talk to Jane in private, though.” She walked over to the table and took a seat.

“Whatever you have to say to me, you can say it to YN, too.” The two of you joined Agatha at the table.

A long moment of awkward silence passsed between the three of you before your guest finally spoke up.

“I want you in my life, Jane. For real this time.”

Nobody says anything, and dishes stop clattering.

“I know I shoulda done this earlier... hell, I shoulda done this when I got claim to my parent’s money, but I want to look after you. I never got the chance to do that when you were young... cause of all the drinking and working... but I can do that now. I’m ready.”

Jane sat with her mouth open and a half eaten sandwich forgotten on her plate.

“No, Mom, you shoulda done this from the moment I was conceived. You don’t get a second chance with me. I’m not giving you a second chance, or a third or a fourth or whatever number you wanna give yourself. You wanna know why? It’s because I already did that. And you let me down every single time.”

Agatha looked a little speechless.

“Fine, then.” She sighed. “I won’t bother you again.” But it hurt you to watch a daughter turn away her mother, when that was an opportunity that you wanted so badly. “Is it alright if I stay the night, though? It’s a long drive back to my place.”

Jane rolled her eyes, knowing that her mother was being dramatic, but didn’t want to put up with any more of her antics. “I better not see you in the morning. YN can get blankets for the couch.”

“Hey, Jane,” You sighed as you entered her room.

“Hey, YN. I’m sorry you had to deal with the shit show that is my mother. I can’t believe she just walked in here and expected me to accept her pathetic invitation.”

“No, it’s ok. She’s not that bad with me.”

“Well she just met you. I just don’t understand why she thought showing up unannounced would magically make me want a mother again. It’s fucked up.” Jane said, but you couldn’t sit there and watch her tear down something that you wish you had.

“Yeah,” you mumbled and rushed out of her room before she could say anything else.

You walked into the kitchen and grabbed a glass, then headed over to the sink for some tap water. The cool liquid rushed down your throat as you held down your tears, thankful that nobody was around.

“Hey, Honey,”

Shit. You forgot that Agatha was on the couch.

You turn around to see her meeting your gaze, although her eyes quickly found the way to the rest of your body.

“You doing alright, babygirl?” The nickname made you heat up. She spoke with concern and care; something that Jane chose to ignore, which made you feel bad for Agatha. You wish that Jane wouldn’t take for granted what her mother was trying to offer her.

“Uh... yeah... I guess.” You sigh, hopping up to sit on the counter as you watch the other woman fill her own glass at the sink. “Jane is just... being a little hard right now.” You chose your words carefully, not wanting to lose the trust of your friend but also wanting to gain the trust of another.

“What do you mean?” You realize the situation you have put yourself in.

“It’s just... I didn’t have a mom at all growing up. Or a dad. I had my shitty uncle... until he tossed me into the foster system. I had it real rough... and it still kinda is... but Jane has been helping. That’s why we’re friends at least. She might view me as a charity project, but i’m desperate, I guess.”

“What does all of this have to do with Jane being hard, hon?” She leaned onto the counter across from you.

“She didn’t really have a mom, either... growing up. No offense.”

Agatha shrugged. “I know.”

“But now that she’s given an opportunity to have one, she turns it down... and it makes me jealous. Mad. Angry.” You pause. “I know I’ll never get the chance at a mom, but she has one. And fuck, I would give so much to have that.”

“To have someone like me? A recovering drunk who treated their teen pregnancy like a joke?”Agatha sighed into her hands, but her words meant so much more to you than she may ever know.

“Yeah. To have someone like you. Someone who cares.” At that, she looked up with a new light in her eyes, but you don’t meet her gaze. You don’t want her to see the blush or desire written on your face, so instead, you pull a cigarette out from your jacket pocket.

She watches you as you hop down from the counter to get the lighter out of the junk drawer, paying attention to the way your body moves. You notice how her eyes follow you, but you don’t call her out on it, knowing you would do the same if the roles were reversed.

“You want a hit?” You lift your eyebrow as you raise the smoke to meet her gaze. A glint of humor is caught on her face, and you smirk.

“Sure... why not.” She says as you join her in leaning up against the counter. You bring the cigarette up to your mouth and click the lighter.

“So,” Agatha starts again, both of you a few puffs in. “How did you end up here with Jane?”

“Uhh... we met senior year of high-school. I was fucked up. Shit grades. Wasn’t going to graduate. Drug money to pay off... no job. Jane used your money to pay off my debt. She found me a job. Tutored me. Like I said, I felt like a charity project. But at least I graduated. We both work now and pay for this place together. Maybe it’s not great but we’re both better off than we were a few years ago.”

“Why didn’t she accept anything I tried to give her? Did she tell you?” Agatha was prying, but you didn’t mind.

“You mean after high-school? She didn’t want any help from you. In her words exactly... ‘She wasn’t there for me for the first 18 years of my life, so why should she help out now...’”

“And what do you think about that?”

“I didn’t grow up poor, Agatha. I grew up with nothing. I would have taken any of your offers in a heartbeat, no matter how guilty they made me feel.”

“Good girl.” She nearly whispers, and you turned to face her, but you couldn’t make anything out of the expression written on her face. Your own skin was hot and something was burning in your core, and you didn’t know what to think.

“I’m sorry... what did you just say?” You watched as she put the cigarette out, now giving you her undivided attention.

“So tell me, honey, do you have a boyfriend? I’m assuming a pretty thing like you would have one. Tell me about him.” Part of you wondered where this conversation was going, but the other part assumed that she already knew which direction you leaned in.

“Uhh... not my type.” You stared at her with curiosity.

“So you got a girlfriend, then?” Her new confidence shocked you a little bit.

“Uhh... no.” You tilted your head, and she seemed to pick up on your confusion.

“Good girl.” Your mouth was dry. “You see, mommy doesn’t want you having a girlfriend... no, she wants you all to herself.”

Your eyes widen in shock, but your core aches and cheeks burn. You stare at the woman next to you as a hand slides onto your thigh.

“Oh come on, darling. You said you wanted a mommy, baby. I wanna take care of you. I see the way you look at me. Don’t deny you want me too.” She spins around and pins you to the counter, and you audibly gulp.

“But- Jane.” You whine, already being driven crazy by the proximity of Agatha’s body.

“Jane is kicking me out, baby girl. And you can come live with me. Mommy has a pretty house, honey. I can feed you, clothe you... make you feel good. I can make you feel special.” And God, your soul was ready to leave your body. You wanted this. You could hardly think as her soft lips grazed over the skin on your neck, and a soft moan escaped your throat. Her tongue and teeth pulled at the skin just below your ear, trying to pull a response out of you.

“Mom!” The both of you jumped at the third voice in the room. The two of you turn to Jane in shock. “What the FUCK are you doing!” She rushed over to the two of you, pulling Agatha off of your body. “You can’t just come into my life and try to fuck my friends after someone rejects you!” She pushes her mom back and turns to you.

“Oh my god, YN, are you ok? I cannot believe that she tried to touch you. God, that makes me sick.” She hugged you, but you still couldn’t say anything.

“Jane, honey, you don’t know-“

“Shut up! I can’t even look at you! Get out of my house, mom. I never want to see you again.” Jane’s face turned red with anger.

“Honey-“ Agatha met eyes with you, but you didn’t know what to do.

“Leave! Now.” She seethed and stomped back to the bedroom, expecting Agatha to be gone when she got back.

The woman in front of you moved silently while you still processed what just happened. When she returned with her belongings, she gave you a note, but headed out without saying a word.

After a few minutes, you finally looked at the piece of paper in hand.

If you ever make up your mind...

1286 Lincoln St NW

(673) 867-5309

-Agatha

“YN, are you sure you’re alright? I really never would have expected my mom to touch you or even make you feel uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.” Jane sighed as she sat on the bed.

“I’m fine, J. You don’t have to apologize on her behalf.” You replied, sitting on the chair opposite her.

“I mean what even happened. Why did she do that?”

“Umm... I don’t know. We were just talking and then she started that.”

“What we’re you talking about?”

“Oh, I was just explaining how we met.” You tentatively answered.

“YN you didn’t have to tell her that. I know it’s personal for you, I can’t believe she forced you to talk about it.

“I uhh- actually didn’t mind. I wasn’t forced.”

“Then why would you trust her with something like that? You know how she is.”

“Because...” You thought about your next words carefully. “She cares.” Jane scoffs.

“That must be a different woman we’re talking about, YN. My mom is a selfish bitch who only cares for herself.”

That tipped the iceberg for you.

“You know, Jane? I understand that you and her might never be besties like she wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean you get to fuck her over now that she’s trying.” Your friend looks up at you in shock.

“Well she fucked me over my entire life, so I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”

“Because! Jane! She’s changed! It’s only right that you give her one more shot in your life!”

She took a pause.

“I’m sorry, YN, are you defending my MOM? After everything she’s done to me, and everything i’ve done for you?!”

“Yes. It is sick watching you throw something away that I can only dream of.” You spat angrily.

“Geez, YN. Just- get out of my fucking house. Keep your rent money for the month. Pack your shit and get the hell out of here.” She nearly ran out of the room.

But you weren’t surprised. In fact, you expected this the moment you chose your side.

The knocks resonate through the large door attached to the even larger house. Agatha has money.

You thought Jane was over exaggerating a little bit, but now you understood that she wasn’t. You sighed as your cab sped away, and now all you could do was wait.

Agatha opened the door, slightly shocked to see you, but nevertheless happy.

“Hey baby, what is it?”

You took a deep breath, taking in the sight of the woman who stood in front of you.

“I want you to make me feel special, mommy.”

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#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x female reader #agatha all along

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thejustmaiden · 3 years

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So out of nowhere I was tagged and quoted by a SR shipper for a blog of mine posted in August of last year. Talk about throwback but, hey, gotta appreciate that level of snooping. 😉

Back in the day I actually used to encourage discourse amongst Inuyasha fans- both shippers and antis alike- but I've since realized that it's a lost cause. But for you, @feministmetalgreymon , I'll grant this exception. Just 'cause it's been a while so why the hell not. haha

I want to assure you, however, that nothing you say will ever convince me that Sesshomaru and Rin are meant to be together romantically or that the story intended it so. Nor will you find any validation here. You can ship them for all I care, but please for all that is good and holy while I have your attention try- I mean really try- to understand why it is so many of us Inuyasha fans are so against this pairing in the first place (newsflash: it's not about ship wars), and why we believe a romance between the two of them is completely and utterly out of character.

For those of you interested in reading this, the blog of mine in question that the above shipper mentions in their counter-argument is here for reference. It's titled "Jaken = Rin's Dad?" I'm going to try and keep this short, but I'm also making no such promises. After all, I'm not exactly known for my brevity. haha Now let's get crackin'!

Like you, feministmetalgreymon, did for your recent blog here where you took screenshots of mine to address certain parts, I will be doing the same and dissecting yours accordingly.

[Snippet 1]

I worked with kids for many years as a teacher, and many people in my family have too or still do. Two of them happen to be just over 5 feet which is quite short for the average adult woman living here. I've also worked alongside many a women of short stature, and never did I hear any of them complaining of issues with their students having difficulty differentiating them from their own peers just because they were short as well. I'm sorry but that's just ridiculous. Kids are quite smart and pick up on a lot more than you seem to give them credit for. Height is not the only characteristic they look at to determine who's an adult and who's not, and it's foolish to suggest otherwise. So unless you're a babysitter who's still in their teens and/or who has very childlike features or behavior then I'm afraid what you're getting at is total hogwash. This is just another example of how you shippers offer nothing of real substance to your reasoning, it's only ever cherry-picking or strawmanning from you guys. Stop deflecting from the real issues please, because this certainly isn't one and only winds up being a complete waste of time for all parties involved.

[Snippet 2]

Okay, calm down now. I wasn't insinuating that relationships between parents and children can't change over time in terms of how they get along. Of course that's possible, as all families experience their fair share of estrangement and abuse. What I was speaking about was in reference to the overall dynamic between the two. Because a bad mother or father can still be viewed as a parental figure to their child even if say they're not in said child's life anymore. Since Sesshomaru and Rin share a healthy bond- and just a friendly reminder that in my blog I even said that he doesn't have to necessarily be labeled her father but that a romantic relationship later would still be inappropriate- I didn't deem it necessary to address what you brought up. Plus, it kinda, umm, misses the point?? Please, let's stay on topic. And it's not captured in the screenshot, but stop acting like there isn't a small part of them that idolizes their parents at some point during childhood. Just like you mention later on how it's normal for kids to have innocent crushes on adults that they eventually grow out of? Well, guess what, the same concept applies here. Kids eventually learn that their parents are far from perfect and make mistakes too. Rin is so damn young in the OG series though that we never even get to see her reach that maturity level.

[Snippet 3]

LOL! Alright, okay, so the "unbreakable bond" bit you're mentioning was actually me quoting you sessrinners. Did you not catch that? I literally spelled it out. *sigh* The whole point I was making is that shippers like yourself make hypocritical and contradictory statements all.the.goddamn.time. One moment you guys claim that Sesshomaru and Rin were essentially strangers and meant very little to each other, only to say in the same breath a few seconds later that they were destined to be together and their bond is like no other. I agree, their bond is special, but why must that mean they're going to fall in love?

That is the root of the matter here. Too many animes/mangas have romanticized this older adult man & young girl growing up falling in love trope that it's become way too normalized and widely accepted across the world- and yes, in some cultures more than others. Sadly, you lack the awareness to recognize how this all works. You know how we know that? When we see that you shippers are so desensitized to sexualized images of girls in the media that you share posts like this one below which *subtly* imply a future romance although one half of that pairing is still just a child in the pic and then try and pass it off as cute. That's like super fucking problematic and it scares me that you can't see that (or deny you do). 🤢

After all that's said and done, Sesshomaru leaving Rin in the village with Kaede is to me the strongest indicator more than pretty much anything else he's done for Rin that proves he is her adoptive father. It's so funny to me how you somehow see the exact opposite though. 🤔 What I think is happening is that you got yourself on some squeaky clean ass shipper goggles fresh out of your little echo chamber. Because I hate to tell you, but what you're fantasizing is what you want to see and not what's actually there on screen or was written into the story. I'm strictly talking about Inuyasha and the manga of course. [For the TL; DR version skip to the last paragraph.]

Parents looking after their kids is what parents are supposed to do. A good parent will do anything to keep their child safe and ensure they are cared for, so what he did for her by leaving her there was in her best interests clearly. Besides, as a babysitter, you more than most people should understand that parents aren't always able to be there for their kids so sometimes others gotta step in to help. Haven't you heard of the saying, "it takes a village to raise a child?" Which in Rin's case is literally true! 😂 Sometimes kids are even sent off to stay with grandparents and that's who raises them instead. Or maybe they have to temporarily live with an aunt or uncle because their single parent's job requires they work out of town 4-5 days of the week so they're hardly home. But that doesn't mean that the parents care or love their kids any less, and it's foolish to assume that Sesshomaru must have thought very little of Rin simply due to the fact that he made the decision to leave her in the village. Come on, y'all are acting like he abandoned her there!!

It's just given the circumstances Sesshomaru finally came to learn that Rin traveling with him was no longer safe. I also like to think it's because he wished for her to live a more normal life and to learn how to fully trust humans again. Plus, continuing to travel with him as young as she was would have proven dangerous and unwise. Now for you to know all this and still manage to turn his past actions towards her while she was just a child into a romantic gesture is what boggles my mind. Regardless of how you look at it, from my perspective or your own, Sesshomaru is in the wrong. Either he's a father figure who impregnates his daughter at the young age of approximately 14. OR he's this man she used to travel with who maybe isn't a father to her but who nonetheless basically rapes her since kids her age can't consent to sex with an adult. Idk about you but it sounds to me like nobody here wins with either scenario we're given. In other words, you should be just as mad as we are. If only one side didn't choose to forsake their morals they know we both have in common for the sake of a ship. Welp. 🤷‍♀️

I agree, incest is disgusting but that's not the only problem we have with this pairing. A romantic bond forming between Sesshomaru and Rin would also constitute as grooming.

You realize that over the years he visited her in the village that he brought her gifts too and essentially watched her grow up right before his very eyes, right? I mean, I know you do, but I really shouldn't have to explain further why pursuing a romantic/sexual relationship with each other is plain and simple wrong. And before you say it's not because he didn't have any malintent, please understand that considering their history and power dynamic up to then that yes this is still considered grooming even if Rin supposedly "wanted it" or "made the first move." Whether you consider him her father or not, as the adult who took on a role resembling that of a caretaker in her early life- a critical developmental time for a child- Sesshomaru is obligated to turn down any advances by Rin and most definitely should not initiate any himself. As the first close adult figure she's had in her life since her parents died, it's unfathomable to imagine how Sesshomaru could go through with taking advantage of this young girl who was under his care and supervision since they met. To think he could be capable of betraying that trust sickens me to the core.

This. Now THIS is how a parent/guardian or a similar adult caretaker (babysitter, teacher, etc.) talks to a child. And, in turn, this is how some young children talk to adults. You'd be insane and delusional to deny it! We see it in our everyday lives, do we not? From where else do you think our stories draw most of their inspiration? Yes, obviously these fictional universes have aspects of fantasy that don't exist in the real world, but so how then do you suppose we're able to relate to them? The reason for that being is because these stories are written by people for people, so naturally there are going to be real life aspects embedded throughout. Sure, a little escapism doesn't hurt as we don't need to take everything so seriously, but ultimately we all need to recognize that the messages in the stories we tell matter. Most stories possess a combination of both light and dark themes, but when it specifically comes to the latter we gotta be careful with how we tackle this in children's media since kids are far more impressionable.

So if at the center of a story we have two of the main protagonists whose mom is basically their same age and to top it off she knew their dad when she was just a girl and who just so happened to help raise her, wouldn't you say that's beyond fucked up or at the very least so fucking weird? Like why would we think it's even remotely okay for our children to watch this garbage?? Really think about it. Try and be objective for once and think about how it would sound explaining this storyline to an outsider who's never watched IY or HNY. Well, antis have tried this before many times and we always get the same reaction: Ewww!

Like I said earlier, if you wanna ship it then fine, but 1) please stop seeking our approval or trying to change our minds - your ship wish came true didn't it, so why do you need us to validate it? 2) even though it's not canon, respect that we don't support this sequel portraying pedophilia in a positive light. It's harmful af to not only allow but glorify the continuation of sexualized images of young girls everywhere. And I shouldn't have to say this, but just because this trope is popular as you say does not make it right. Lolicon themes in the media have been an issue forever and it needs to stop. Yes, even some people in Japan or "the East" would agree. Shocker!

We're pissed off and rightfully so because Yashahime's TV rating is 14, not to mention it airs at the prime time kids in Japan watch TV after getting home from school. That's Towa and Setsuna's age, true, but if Rin being the mom when she's like only a year older than them (please don't argue w/ me about the math- antis have so far been right every time with it) is straight-up disgusting and not something we should be supporting or endorsing. Rin's a whole ass child!! Please don't start with the "but times were different then so her having kids at 15 is acceptable" argument either, because we've already debunked that and every other single excuse you guys throw at us. Besides, how or why would you expect young viewers to know these historical "facts" anyway, especially if as you suggest fiction doesn't affect reality so what does it matter? Yet here we are, arguing over a fictional show in real life almost a year and a half into the "Sesshomaru fucks?" sequel being announced. My ass, your ass, hell all our asses fiction doesn't affect reality!

Look, I do apologize if the tone of this blog came off as snippy or condescending at times. I do not wish you any ill will, it's just I'm not really sure what you expected to get out of all this besides maybe getting on my nerves perhaps. haha A lot of you shippers have been desperately scrambling to interact with us, lurking in our tags, jumping onto our posts screaming canon and getting so defensive even though you sought us out first. We've been sticking to our tags, so how about you stay in your lane too. By the way since we're on the topic, have you seen Twitter or Reddit?! SR shippers there are the actual worst and many Inuyasha fans (not just antis) have complained of not feeling welcomed to engage in fandom spaces anymore. Shippers swarm them and scare them off simply because fans don't like your ship and refuse to accept it. It's pathetic, really. No one should ever be bullied or harassed just because they don't like something you might. We're all fans of Inuyasha, aren't we? So let's act like it. Yashahime on the other hand, you guys are welcome to that pungent heap of trash. Fans have a right to criticize it too, but if you like it then good for you, so keep on liking it and don't mind us.

I'm almost done, but real quick back to Jaken! Let's not forget about how the official Yashahime website- which came out after my blog, mind you- described Jaken. This translation isn't the best one available but it's the only version a fellow anti friend could track down. They do recall a better one done by a native Japanese speaker who was also an anti, and that member confirmed that Jaken is indeed called Rin's babysitter. So you see, I was right in my interpretation. In the original post I did compare Jaken to a brother, but after talking to others (some comments can be found under said post) I did acknowledge that he's more of a reluctant babysitter who's not related. And if he's not at least a brother to Rin, then he's definitely not her father.

At the end of the day, the creator Rumiko Takahashi has the final word. Which is guess what? Hogosha. 💖 Probably should've just started out with that and saved us all the trouble, huh? Good day/night to you.

Papamaru bids you adieu now. 🤞

#anti yashahime #anti sessrin #sesshomaru is rin's dad #papamaru #hogosha 💖#the sequel may not be canon but sunrise can still burn in hell

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kuroopaisen · 4 years

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after hours || kuroo tetsurou

➵ a late night study session might just end with kuroo having a heart attack over how stupidly cute you are.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: f!reader, i guess it’s implied she’s short?, kuroo’s Dumb, i can’t stop thinking about the in-between someone get my own story out of my head please

a/n: hi i wrote this on a whim and for some reason it’s 3k i’m gonna yartz,,, kuroo brainrot let’s go! but thank you ren for beta’ing it yet again :(

the in-between m.list

“But I’m tired,” you whine, plopping your face cheek-first onto your textbook.

“We’re all tired,” Kuroo goads, shaking his head. “Come on. The more we do now, the less we have to worry about later.”

“I know,” you whine. “You don’t need to keep reminding me.”

“I wouldn’t have to remind you if you just did your work,” he grins. “We know for a fact that leaving things to the last minute makes you really stressed.”

“Maybe I work best under pressure,” you mumble. “Ever considered that?”

“I have,” he smiles. “Now you tell me: is it worth the nervous breakdown?”

“You’re cruel and I hate you.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” you mutter.

“I think someone’s trying to procrastinate,” he chuckles, reaching over to ruffle your hair.

“It’s late,” you groan. “I’m tired.”

“You’ve made that very clear,” he grins.

You lift your head off the textbook, glare-pouting at him. Your attempts to look intimidating rarely succeed, and this is no exception.

Kuroo can’t hold back his fond smile.

You look exhausted.

Your eyes are a little blearier than usual, shot through with red. Your hair’s a bit of a mess – not that you’ve really made an effort with it anyway – and you’ve got that dull pallor that seems to befall everyone deficient of adequate sleep.

Maybe ten forty-six in the evening was a bit late to be starting homework. And unfortunately for you, the focus for this evening is maths and chemistry.

Of course, Kuroo’s adamant that he tried to get started earlier.

(He didn’t think that the two of you would end up wasting so much of the afternoon just watching Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, but when he’d checked the time, he’d tried to move onto studying.

You, on the other hand, had other ideas.

“Just one more episode.”

“No,” he shook his head. “We’ve got work to do.”

“But we can’t stop here,” you whined. “I wanna know what happens.”

“We’ve got to study,” he’d replied, firm and strict and resolute.

But when you’d grabbed his arm and pouted up at him, saying “Please, Tetsu?”, his resolve toppled in on itself like a poorly constructed engineering assignment made of straws.)

“Hey,” he sighs, patting you on the back. “Let’s just try to get this chapter done tonight, okay? That’s all.”

“Okay,” you mumble.

He knows it’s a bit unfair; the chapter in question is a rather long one, with far more activities in it than the average. But he trusts you to understand what needs to be done – he wouldn’t be putting you through this if it wasn’t so relevant.

He wants you to succeed. He really does. And you both know just how hard he’s been working to help you get to where you need to be.

Time and time again, you apologise for taking up so much of his time, for asking so much of him. He always smiles, saying that it’s actually good practice for him, too – and, of course, you’re managing the volleyball team.

He insists it’s a two-way street.

Not that it matters. He knows that he’d still do this for you, even if he gets nothing out of it.

He finds it too hard to say no to you, after all.

Kuroo jumps as a solid three-rap knock rattles his door.

“Are you still up, Tetsu dear?” His grandmother’s voice sounds far too amused for his liking.

“Uh, yeah,” he swallows, getting out of his chair and opening the door.

His grandmother stands in front of him, dressed in her purple silk pyjamas.

(They’re a recent birthday present that you’d chipped in a bit of money for, even though Kuroo had told you it was fine – you didn’t need to.

You’d just smiled and told him that you wanted to say a little thank you for how kind she’d been to you.

He remembers that his heart skipped a little at your smile.)

“Goodness, Tetsu, I keep forgetting just how tall you are,” his grandmother chuckles, craning her neck to get a good look at his face.

“Maybe you’re just shrinking,” Kuroo grins.

“Don’t even joke about that, my boy,” she laughs, shaking her head. “That’s a very real possibility at my age.”

She pokes her head through the doorway, catching sight of you slouched in your chair.

“You look exhausted, dear,” she smiles, tilting her head at you.

“I am,” you whine, stretching your arms over the desk. “Your grandson is a tyrant.”

“Perhaps you and Kenma should stage a coup,” she suggests, eyes twinkling. “Dethrone this despot king and free yourselves from his incessant nagging.”

“I don’t nag!”

“Oh, is that so?” her smile widens. “‘Oh, don’t forget to drink this whole bottle, Obaa-chan. It’s important to keep your fluids up – especially at your age,’” she coos, dropping her voice an octave or so in her best attempt to replicate Kuroo’s tone. “‘Oh, Obaa-chan, come take a walk with me! You’ve been sitting in front of the TV too long. Let’s get those old bones moving.’”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kuroo grumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, “we get the picture.”

“‘Obaa-chan! You shouldn’t be up this late! You don’t wanna wear yourself out!’” She continues, cracking a grin.

“Okay, okay!” Kuroo grouches, a sour look on his face. “Point taken!”

“I’m just teasing,” she grins. “Goodnight, Tetsu. And goodnight, dear! Don’t let him boss you around!”

“Yes ma’am!” You bark cheerfully.

She chuckles, shaking her head. But she says nothing more, ambling out the door.

Kuroo sighs.

If anything, he’s just glad she didn’t poke fun at him for having a girl in his room. Though he’s well-aware he should be grateful for the fact that he's trusted enough to not have his family snooping on him every five minutes.

Besides, being alone together in a room doesn’t mean anything. Even if…

He swallows roughly, forcing his mind to go blank.

No space for unsavoury thoughts here. None at all.

He shuts the door with a firm slam, turning back to you with his best poker face.

“So,” he hums, ambling back over to you and glancing at the textbook laid out on the desk. “What do you want to focus on?”

“Well, I think it’s time for us to talk about Pride’s true identity—”

Kuroo tsks, shaking his head. “We’ve had enough Brotherhood for one evening.”

You whine, slouching back in your chair. “Just one more episode?”

“No,” he laughs. “If we keep putting this off, we’re just going to have more to stress about later.”

“Fine,” you sigh, sticking your tongue out at him. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m starting to think hiring you on as manager was a mistake,” he grins.

“Excuse me?” You gasp, affronted.

“You’re supposed to be responsible,” he chuckles. “You know – able to make good choices and all that.”

“I do make good choices,” you glare at him. “I just hate any and everything to do with maths.”

Kuroo snorts. To be fair, he’s had the sneaking suspicion that you might be much better at chemistry if it didn’t involve so much mathematics.

“Besides,” you huff, crossing your arms, “the first years would riot.”

“You mean Lev would riot.”

“I’m sure Inuoka would stick up for me,” you say. “And you don’t want to make Shibayama sad, do you?”

“I didn’t say anything about kicking you out,” Kuroo grins, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I know,” you hum. “Just making sure you’re aware.”

Kuroo rolls his eyes playfully, flicking your forehead. “Whatever.”

The two of you settle down after that, returning to your blasted enemy.

You do fairly well, all things considered. Your focus is a bit off, but you make a good effort. And, like always, you manage to understand Kuroo’s layman explanations of things.

Of course, the two of you can’t help yourself – your study is punctuated by straying conversations that last a little longer than they should (Kuroo’s a big believer in the fifteen-five-fifteen study method, but sometimes there’s simply too much to say; a mere five minutes doesn’t cover it). Sometimes you simply demand to see Inu-chan, not budging until you’d given the Akita a good pat.

But tonight, even Kuroo tires quickly. He figures it’s probably because you started so late; something he promises himself he’ll never let happen again. Although, he’s not willing to bet money on it.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get a drink,” he sighs, stretching his arms above his head as he stands up. His interlaced fingers almost brush the ceiling. “Did you want anything?”

“I’m okay, thanks,” you sigh, putting your pencil down.

You’ve got that look on your face. The one you get when you’re faced with a particularly confusing equation or a concept you need a bit of time to wrap your head around. Kuroo knows it well; it’s usually soon followed by a quiet confession of worry and doubt.

“Hey,” he murmurs, reaching out a hand and ruffling your hair gently. “You’re doing better than you think you are.”

He wishes he could do more for you, wishes he could kick those awful feelings out of your brain. But there’s not much more he can do than this.

You look up at him with wide eyes. Your features look so gentle in the light of his desk lamp, the shadows soft and diffused. You look fond.

Kuroo tries to ignore it.

“You think so?” You pout.

“Would I lie?” He chuckles.

You peer at him closely for a moment, leaning close.

Too close.

Close enough for him to make out the intricacies of your eye colour. Close enough that he’s sure you can feel just how hot his face has become. Close enough for his mind to wander to a place it really shouldn’t.

He stands up sharply before he’s even processed what’s going on.

“I’m, uh…” He clears his throat roughly, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. “I’m gonna go get some water.”

“Okay!” You nod, smiling sweetly at him.

He doesn’t let himself linger, rushing off to the kitchen and pouring himself a tall glass of water.

He gulps the whole thing down at breakneck speed. His punishment for such hastiness is a hiccup that lurches his whole chest. Well, at least it shifted whatever weird feeling was there before.

What time is it?

He turns to the clock on the kitchen wall.

His eyes blow wide.

Twelve thirty-six. Oh, shit. He ponders, for a moment, if the clock is a few hours fast.

With a little nugget of guilt in his chest, he rushes back upstairs to his bedroom.

He opens the door slowly, not wanting to disturb the house. He slips through just as quietly, turning to say something to you.

You're lying on the desk again. But this time, your head is laid on crossed arms, your back rising and falling gently with each breath.

Kuroo’s heart feels like it might damn well shatter.

His first instinct is to pick you up and put you on his bed.

His first coherent thought is ‘what the fuck, dude?’.

He slinks towards you and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. He flushes at the contact.

What are you, twelve? He chastises himself. You’ve touched each other plenty of times before.

He immediately regrets that phrasing.

“Hey,” he murmurs, shaking your shoulder slightly. “Wake up.”

You’re motionless.

“Hey,” Kuroo whines.

“Hm?” You croak, stirring a little.

Kuroo draws back.

You lift your head and blink at him through bleary eyes.

Holy shit, he thinks. Holy fucking shit.

“It’s past midnight,” he says, ruffling your hair on instinct. Why he made the effort to yet again make physical contact with you, he doesn’t know. It’s a terrible idea, really.

“Ew,” you frown. “No.”

Kuroo shoves both his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. There’s no risk of him doing something stupid if he does that, right?

You’re staring at your phone, your eyebrows drawn together and your lips pursed.

He knows that look.

It’s the one you always pull when he (reluctantly) calls an end to whatever you’re doing before walking you home in the evening. And he doesn’t miss how you stick a little closer to him when it’s dark, or how you always seem to glance over your shoulder at each and every peculiar sound. And he certainly doesn’t miss how you ask him to text you to let you know he’s gotten home safe.

You don’t need to tell him that you don’t want to walk all that way in the dark.

“Do you just want to stay here tonight?” He asks. He loathes himself for the weird fuzziness that churns in his gut.

You pout at him. He’s seen that face enough times to know that it means ‘please.’

“Wait here,” he smiles.

He hurries to the laundry area, rifling through his grandmother’s pile of clean clothing. There’s no way he’s going to let you sleep in your school uniform; it can’t be comfortable, and the fabric doesn’t seem breathable.

He goes through the pile once. Twice. Three times.

Nothing. There’s nothing he can lend you for the evening.

“Shit,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair. Surely there must be—

Oh no. Oh no.

He catches sight of a plain black shirt sitting atop his pile of clean clothes. His face suddenly feels very, very hot.

It’s fine, he thinks. It’s not a big deal. My heart is not racing at the thought of her wearing one of my clothes. It’s not.

He grabs the shirt with a certain boyish carelessness, as if to prove to himself that he’s not losing his mind.

Sure, the blurry image of you wearing one of his shirts keeps trying to barge its way to the forefront of his mind, but it’s fine. It’s fine. It’s just a teenage boy thing.

He stalks back to his room with the whisper of a scowl on his face. Man, he needs to go to sleep.

As he opens the door, he catches sight of you mid-stretch. Your face is screwed up like a cat’s, nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut.

But you’re cute. How is that cute? Why is that expression so endearing?

I’m delirious, he surmises. Probably because it’s so late.

He holds the shirt out to you with a stiff arm. “Here.”

Would you find it weird, him giving you one of his own shirts to sleep in? Would you think he’s being creepy?

You just nod as you take it from him, holding it to your chest with two hands like it’s a blanket.

Ah. So he’s overthinking it. Like an idiot.

“Did you let your family know?” He asks, trying to distract himself from his own fraying thoughts.

You nod. “I called them.”

“And they’re… fine with it?” His eyes widen slightly. Their daughter, staying over a night at a boy’s house…

“They were more angry at me for waking them up,” you pout. “But they didn’t have any problems with it.”

Kuroo’s heart swells. He’s trusted – your parents don’t mind this little arrangement. He’s not quite sure why he’s so proud, but he lets himself bask in it.

“Hey, Tetsu?”

“Hm?”

“Could I please have some water?” You mumble, rubbing one of your eyes with your knuckles.

He dashes out of the room a little quicker than he usually would – almost like his body had moved on instinct to fulfil your request.

By the time he gets back to his room, you’ve finished changing.

Kuroo’s certain he’s going to explode.

His shirt is so big on you – it’s already a bit roomy on him – grazing your lower thighs and giving him the overwhelming desire to wrap his arms around you. Your eyes are half-lidded, your cheeks puffed out a little, your hair all messy and unkempt. You look so sleepy, so cute, so—

He thrusts the glass of water towards you, cringing as the liquid sloshes dangerously close to the lip of the cup.

“Thank you,” you smile, your face lighting up as you take it from you.

Kuroo doesn’t fail to notice how your fingers brush against his as you do so.

God, he really needs to get some sleep.

“You stay in here,” he swallows, gesturing to his room.

You blink at him for a moment before realising what he means. “Wait, really?”

He nods. “I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

“No—” You’re pouting at him, misplaced guilt shining in your eyes.

“It’s fine,” Kuroo grins, ruffling your hair on reflex. He swears he zaps his fingers. “Now, you get some sleep.

“Fine,” you mumble, glare-pouting at him. “But you’ll… you’ll pay for this.”

“Will I now?” His grin broadens.

“I will,” you nod, comically resolute. “Wait, no—no, you will.”

Kuroo laughs, ruffling your hair again and reaching to—

Woah. Woah.

Where’d this sudden urge to kiss you on the forehead come from? That’s… weird.

He draws his hand back quickly. He can’t risk doing anything stupid.

“Now sleep,” he tuts, pointing you to the bed. “But don’t forget to drink your water.”

“I know,” you huff, turning around and scuttling towards the bed.

Kuroo turns around sharply, making a beeline for the door. If seeing you in his shirt was enough to make his brain go haywire, then seeing you in his bed…

He’s pretty sure he throws you a ‘good night’ before pulling the door to his room firmly shut, but he can’t be certain. He’s too busy taking a deep breath, trying to filter all the unsavoury and alarming thoughts out of his brain.

You’re his friend. He’s not supposed to want to kiss you on the forehead, to hold you in his arms. Hell, you’d probably think it was weird enough that he finds you so damn cute. And God, the thought of making you uncomfortable…

The guilt roots itself deep as he grabs himself some blankets and pillows from the laundry cupboard, dragging himself towards the couch.

He throws himself onto it face first, trying to ignore the burn running through his body. It feels like he’s on fire – and that pouty, sleepy expression of yours is scorched on the back of his eyelids.

This is normal, he reasons. He’s just a normal, hormonal teenager who likes girls. And you, a dear and beloved friend, just so happens to be a girl. This is unfortunate, but it’s fine. It doesn’t mean anything more. Right?

You’re just friends. Nothing weird going on here.

Besides, it’s not his fault. Anyone would’ve been endeared by what he’d seen tonight.

You’re just too damn cute.

Right?

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo tetsurou x you #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuro tetsuro x reader #IDK WHAT TAGS ARE ANYMORE

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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I feel, and it sucks

Pairings | Damon Salvatore x reader. Eric Northman x reader

Summary | after moving away from Mystic Falls, you finally return, and Damon is prepared to see you again. The only problem is, that you aren’t alone...

Warnings | includes angst, mentions of a breakup, sorta lead up to smut and mentions of it, blood play/kink, tiny bit of violence

Requested ✖️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

He cared not for the lack of logic that ran through his mind. Not as he went towards your home, you had returned from your year long departure. Mystic Falls had been left in your rear view as you went to a place called Bon Temps.

As much as Damon wished to chase after you, he’d have crawled if he could, he respected your desire to leave everything behind, and move on. And that included him, the man that you had loved, and the one that was profusely enamoured in you.

But now, he had the opportunity to whisk you back into his immortal embrace, and forever be by your side, to protect you, and spend every waking moment with you. Stefan would call him sappy for his advances, but his brother’s opinion simply did not matter. He was so close to being happy again, and he couldn’t deny he was reeled in by the prospect.

Damon was eager to make you pancakes every morning, waking you up with the aroma of breakfast on a tray that he greeted you with in bed. Or even the simple excitement of watching your various expressions whilst reading twilight; ugh, he hated that book, but he would willingly endure its presence if that meant he could become wrapped up in you once more.

But he had to see you first, and get past that progression again. Whilst you had been gone, and in that other town, he had become lost. No amount of bourbon drinking, or hanging out with Ric, could fix his settled mood. He felt like a sinking stone, drowning in the deep end, and remaining on the bottom of the bed, until he was washed away, back to shore.

And your return had done just that; grounded him. He wouldn’t feign to admit his immediate reaction when he first found out you were to come back to your original home. First, he had been in utter disbelief, hardly taking Bonnie’s statement seriously when she informed him of the ordeal.

But then, she showed him the messages that had transacted between the pair of you, and how you were eager to see her again. Nothing of him was mentioned in the conversation, although he was sure that the witch and you had spoken over call sometime after your surprise reveal.

The lack of voicing of your prior breakup gave him some hope; you were willing to take him back. And that was a possibility that he safely held onto, finding it to be a net for him to fall down onto. However, the prospect of a net was like that of a rocking boat, it had an inability stay still when it held a weight, and that mass of pounds was him.

And he knew, as you left, the thought of you had attempted to pull you back, and force you to stay with the selfish power. But as the past had played out, you had not let it, and so you left him all alone, in the claws of the Grill, which was somewhere he found himself to be often in general, but more so after your transcending departure.

The curtains to your room swayed with the evening wind, and he found himself to be enticed by the sight of the open window. It hadn’t been an unusual occurrence for him to climb through the ajar square, and talk about your day, and thus, make it better by his simple appearance.

But, he was deceived. What a fool he had been to think that you had not moved on from little old him, for there was a tall legged man over the top of you, both of your chests bare, and your mouth viscously devouring the inclination of the others. You were oblivious to his accidentally snooping presence, too distracted by the estranged blonde that was now teasing his lips down your throat.

The sight had him freeze, but he was incapable of interrupting whence he watched the man’s teeth sink into the parting of the bottom of your neck and your warm shoulder. It was no man, instead, he was much like him; a vampire. There was a ample difference though, he would never hurt you.

To Damon, you were a treasure, not an edible treat. And it sparked a pulse of fear through his entirety as he watched you be drained by this vile creature. Perhaps he were a hypocrite, he had done the same to many people countless times, and still continued to do so. But the food was not being extracted by anyone, it was being pulled from your veins, and making its way into this stranger’s awaiting mouth.

You shut up as something, a familiar blur, came crashing against Eric, sending his form flying off from your own, the intruder and him ending up on the floor. To cover up and show some surprised decency, you pulled the sheet upon yourself, stretching your red printed neck to view the scene below.

Eric was recomposing himself, shooting immortal daggers towards the reckless, who was... “Damon?” Seeing him once more was inevitable, but the scene of it was a dread of yours. And here he was, in your bedroom, the circumstances with much difference than from what they used to be.

At the sound of his name, both the strapping vampires turned towards you with fixed frowns, both worn for their own reasonable purposes. Damon was studying you, and understanding the scene, now seeing that you had been open to the removal of your blood, and this stranger was with you in some kind of way that he was not a fan of.

And Eric’s, well, it was a combined factor of fury, that was directed at the raven haired and uninvited visitor, and confusion, as he attempted to put together pieces of the puzzle that he was missing. He presumed correctly that the two of you had previously known each other, and thus, his intrusion could be explained, or so he hoped.

There was a longing wrenching in his dead gut, that there was something more than a friendship between you and this Damon. He was far too well adversed with the tell of history, that the looks the pair of you were silently exchanging were anything but friendly.

From the get go, there was a smouldering charm that reflected out of Damon’s blue eyes, and your own showed a conflict of interests. But nevertheless, you straightened your back up against the headboard of the bed, and questioned him. “What are you doing here?”

The interrogative underlining to your voice stung like a bee, but the younger of the two vampires refrained from wincing. That would only show a weakness towards the new vamp in town, and that was not the aim of his game.

“Bonnie told me that you were back.” He thought it would be a simple and trouble free resolution, however, the other immortal presence in the room now told him otherwise. “And I thought this guy here was going to drain you dry? What’d you expect me to do, let some stranger kill you before I even have a chance to see you?!”

A prominent eye roll swayed from your foresight, and you cast a look to the other guy, as though you were talking silently with the newcomer. “He’s not a stranger, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Eric Northman.” He extended his hand frankly to your previous partner, attempting to draw a hateful truce between them. But instead, Damon whence he took the offer, attempted to squeeze the bejesus out of ‘Eric’s’ hand, which only ended in the result of his own bones being crushed.

That much informed him that this Northman was older, and that information alone served as a factual repercussion of him in turn being more powerful. This vampire wasn’t one to mess with, but who knew what he would do, after all, he was Damon Salvatore.

“Damon Salvatore.” He begrudgingly spoke through his clenched teeth, taking his broken and healing back into the safety of his side. “So, the boyfriend. Y/n, I thought you were done with relationships, more specifically, with vampires.”

“You sound like Caroline, bitching about my relationship choices. And the only sense that she spoke to me was to get out of this town and-“

“Shag another one of me.” He quirked his brow, and Eric breathed heavily. One thing he had picked up on, was that he didn’t like the way that this vampire was speaking to you. He was making digs, and making contradictions to all of your past statements. “I believe you even said that I would be the last one, and that isn’t in the same context. You wanted to spend forever with me y/n, not someone like this.”

“Listen here.” Eric hissed, prowling half naked towards Damon, his fangs slipping out from beneath his top lip. “I can see what’s happening here, you want her back. But it appears that she has moved on, so that is something that you’re going to have to suck up.”

“Suck up.” Damon childishly snorted, finding the pun hilarious in his state of mixed delirium. He felt everything, a sense of urgency to win you back, and great pain that was sinking into his age old skeleton. “I feel, and it sucks. But it’s fine, completely fine.” He waved his hand off, staring past the slim brute and finding a painful solace in staring at you. “No, he’s allowed to suck your blood, and what, you suck his dick in return?”

A shove sent him flying into the furthest wall, Eric holding him against it. “She’s mine.” It was a common description of a companionship between human and vampire. He had thought Sookie and Bill’s bond had been a foolish one, however, he met you, and his whole perception changed.

There was something about the collaboration of weakness and strength that worked so perfectly together. It was a true love, in rare occurrences . But the sheriff could feel that the myth was blooming in his own consideration. And he would not allow a young (in comparison to him), selfish specimen of his kind, ruin his chance at keeping that peace.

“She’ll never let you turn her.” Damon gulped, trying to look over the giant’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of you, whom was avidly watching the scene. “If you want forever with her, it will only last a minute, and it’ll kill you when she goes, because if you really love her, then I know it would to me too. She deserves to see the world in all her short life, to be treated like a queen, because she is one.”

Damon gulped, feeling guilty, knowing that as much as he wanted to give you that all, he couldn’t. He would not leave Mystic Falls, and that was what had ended your run in the end. His first priority, as admirable as that was, was to always shadow Stefan, and look out for his little brother.

But that gave him no life, which was exactly what you wanted with him. It didn’t matter if you were to one day become pruned and shrunken, the moment that you lived in was all you wanted. There were memorable tears held in your eyes, but you refused to allow a single one slip.

“Y/n has already agreed that one day, she will go through the change, for me.” Biting your lip, you could only imagine the dispersed appearance that struck Damon’s face. He had wanted forever with you, and instead, you had given it to someone else.

Slinking out from the shirtless man’s grip, Damon cautiously pushed Eric’s hands off him, walking to the window, and casting you a cold look. “I hope you enjoy forever y/n.”

And with that, he was gone in the night, presumably fleeing to annoy Matt until he drank half the bar. And thus, he was the one this time that departed instead, abandoning you, and leaving you in Eric’s claim.

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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Two Faced | Chapter Ten

↳ levi ackerman, the very person who was about to kindly behead you by a surprising turn of events manages to become your loving husband? you would be elated if this was true love, but it’s all thanks to a mysterious magic spell that your life is spared, for now at least.

pairing :: duke!levi x duchess!reader genre :: royal au ??? (at this point idek) angst, fluff, slice of life etc ?? word count :: 4k author note :: haha.... wowww it's been long since i last updated. honestly my physical and mental health have just been horrible... that's about it, i lost a lot of motivation but if you're still reading i am very thankful and i will try to deliver the story well. i tried my best but writing whilst sick is very tiresome :-) tags :: @patience-is-here , @chwlogy , @a--nonymousse , @imkumichan

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Keeping yourself cooped up within Levi's estate and never daring to step a foot outside should have been what you had done. Blackmailing him to keep you confined within the walls of your bedroom would be much better compared to the problem you have to resolve now. Perhaps if you had done so you wouldn't have collided face first into this muddle.

Jean fiddles with the ends of his button up, he doesn't take the chance to glance up at any of his superiors. He's either much too embarrassed or has nothing noteworthy to start off with.

Erwin chooses to call the shots seeing as neither you or the Viscount by your side wish to begin.

"You both understand why we're here. Correct me if I'm wrong?" The Commander looks between you, Jean and your unfortunate excuse of a husband. Suddenly it looks as if the gears and cogs in Jean's brain move without warning.

Offering a demure nod you expect for him to follow in your footsteps and do the same only he stands there looking between you and Levi.

"Wait...The two of you are? A couple?" Stunned isn't the word, Jean's completely flabbergasted.

"If you figured that out this late, I do not understand why Erwin sees you remotely fit for my team." Levi's beyond insulted at the fact he's only just understood the situation.

Jean, now more intimidated than ever before straightens his back and coughs clumsily, "Sorry." He murmurs chestnut eyes making contact with the hardwood floors.

The Commander's laced hands sit atop his desk, elegant fingers moving similar to honey on a spoon. He sighs not out of fatigue but pride. Whatever plan he's come up with has to be decent at the very least, his body language is telling you that much.

"We have a number of possibilities we can choose from. We owe that pleasure to Mr Kirstein here." Erwin offers him an almost cynical smile, you can't help but gulp thinking about how this is essentially your fault. With all the constant training sessions and team building tasks it makes sense for Jean to have completely forgot about your unspoken rule. Solely blaming him is incorrect.

Raising your arm above your head to intervene you make it known that you're aware of Levi shooting you a look of warning by returning it. It's best he knows you don't care for anyone's opinion let alone his.

"Permission to speak Commander?"

Your request is agreed to immediately with the wave of Erwin's hand.

"It's my fault for not reminding Jean. I'll take the blame, I hadn't even told him the full story concerning me and Levi."

Levi doesn't enjoy your defense in the slightest. "I don't expect my wife to fling herself at other men and allow for them to snoop around gathering the details of our personal lives."

Scoffing you shield yourself with your arms over your chest.

"Oh dear husband. If you want to get personal do tell me where my family is?" It's an inside joke only Levi will be able to understand.

"If you call those people family your standards are disgustingly low."

"Maybe that explains why I settled for you."

Again, other's opinions are not at the forefront of your priority list. Regardless it's quite enjoyable pushing Levi further into a corner with that sentence. You see the internal struggle play out within him. Jaw clenched, hands balled together. He doesn't have an appropriate response

Jean bursts out unable to hold it in any longer, chest trembling with every quake of laughter that ripples through him you have to shove him with your elbow. For a Viscount his etiquette sure is nonexistent.

"My word, the two of you sound like..."

Levi stares at him most probably expecting something along the lines of "An old married couple."

But, no. It's nothing anyone in the room expects. That includes you.

"It's as if you're unhappy with each other..."

Not a noise is made after that. Jean isn't mistaken, your heart is miserable. You've never had many relationships to begin with, whether it be familial, romantic or platonic and for someone such as your husband to treat you the way he does - it feels futile having to navigate around the complexities. Even if he isn't really your husband it's disappointing to reflect on your marriage so suddenly.

Feeling your face droop a little you bite your bottom lip with your teeth. Hearing the truth from someone you barely expect to hear it from has an effect on you.

You're so caught up analyzing everything it takes you a minute to even register Levi grumbling and lunging forward pilfering the collar of Jean's shirt.

"Every day you prove to be more and more pathetic than I expect." Levi turns to look at you after that. His stare bores into you but he doesn't come off threatening, you assume his last remark is directed solely at Jean.

When he turns back only glaring at Jean now with even more tenacity than before. He's ready to snap but Erwin has clearly had enough of the unwanted altercation in his office.

"Enough. The both of you. This is most bothersome." At the Commander's orders Levi is silenced although it takes all of his resolve to do so.

Finally bothering you take a good look at Jean. He's calm in an incredibly out of character way.

Is this not the man who trembled in his boots the first time he and Levi came into contact? It's almost as if he seems pleased with himself for drawing out such a reaction from his Captain.

Erwin shuffles through stacks of paperwork on his desk. The man needs an assistant at this point. You doubt you could find anything in that haphazard pile. Edges of crumpled paper poke out uncomfortably and Erwin becomes increasingly annoyed when he can't locate what it is he's looking for.

Just as you're about to ask if he requires any assistance it seems he's found what he's been looking for, that's if his eyes are any indication of the relief he feels.

"This." He holds up the paper, all eyes in the room are trained on it. "Under normal circumstances would not have to become an option."

"But these aren't normal circumstances?" Jean's thoughtless question is irksome when the answer is so obviously staring him down in the face.

Nonetheless Erwin nods incapable of losing his cool over something so minor.

"Sign to confirm to my proposition."

The document he places onto the desk isn't what you imagine, you can practically feel the dread climb up your throat once you're done scanning it. Jean's full name placed right next to yours in bold lettering has your stomach lurching. You don't have to read the rest to understand the new circumstances you've landed into.

To make matters worse Erwin places two rings down right in front of the both of you.

A pot of boiling hot water is what you've been thrown in.

Are you supposed to be some sort of replacement for potatoes? What's Jean in this scenario? Carrots?

"It is troublesome to have the two of you put on an act to be involved with one another but I see it as our safest option." Erwin notices your parted lips and slacked jaw. "You need not worry this isn't a marriage contract, you're simply acting."

There's no path out of this pot, you and Jean will simply have to deal with the prospect of being boiled alive.

Ah, you forgot to mention who would act as the hot water but you're sure the suspect is obvious.

Even right now Levi's fury radiates off of him, it's unclear if he was given the details of the Commander's plan beforehand but if his furrowed brow and pursed lips are indicators of the truth he must have had no idea.

Your suspicions are confirmed to be correct once Levi reaches forward plucking the paper away, it just so happens he's snatched it away the very moment Jean leans in to get a closer look at it.

"I was never informed of this."

Erwin gives him a guarded smile. "Do you have any jurisdiction over what I think is best?" Is his freezing reply.

"Yes. When it concerns my wife and another man - Correction. I meant boy."

Jean's taken aback by the subtle jab and shamefacedly shoves his hands into his pockets.

You watch the scene go down with a perplexed look the entire time. Levi's frustration seems to be legitimate yet he has no logical reason for it to ever be present in the first place. Unless he has a plan which outperforms the one you've just been given he's doing this all for nothing.

"I assure you your wife is in safe hands so long as you stop interfering."

Levi's about to bark back until he catches your confusion. He's become aware of your tilted head and telling expression and only then does he silence himself permanently not before sighing deeply, muttering an expletive under his breath.

"I’ll sign it.” That seems to be Jean’s indirect way of asking what your choice will be.

“I... will too.” Is your hesitant reply.

Levi only becomes avoidant after that. Half way through Erwin explaining how you and Jean have to look believable Levi just ups and leaves without a word. Perhaps you've hurt his pride but for what he's done to you it's a small price to pay and so you do nothing to make amends. He has no reason to feel uncomfortable, you aren't really his wife, you're essentially strangers. Does he even know your favourite colour? Your favourite food? Your favourite pastime?

You doubt he does.

Jean and you are rather successful with your act. It feels pleasant having him brush your hair out of your face occasionally or lovingly place a hand on your forehead to check if you've come down with a fever. He laces his fingers with yours when others are around and when they aren't he lets the act go. It's satisfying having a cooperative partner.

Naturally Jean is still a tease, even now he makes the odd suggestive comment or two in passing but you can't say you hate it. In fact it excites you to think of a response that borders the edge of teasing and simple fun between friends.

The increasing openness between the two of you is enough for the cadets to deduce that he's most probably the noble man you wed in secrecy.

It's only been a few days since yours and Jean's newfound behaviour, thankfully you haven't been flooded with questions just yet. The higher ups sit nearby during breakfast, lunch and dinner keeping watch over the cadets. It leaves you able to eat and drink without having to handle the constant inquiring of your comrades.

However, you aren't as lucky today. A meeting's taking place and after yours and Jean's convincing act Erwin deems it safe enough to leave you unattended for a short while.

Of course it doesn't go according to plan because when you're involved when does anything ever go according to plan?

The cadets are flocked around your table at dinner as soon as they notice they've been left to their own devices. The opportunity to sit down without everyone invading your space is barely provided to you. Krista is sat to your right leaning into you rather animatedly, Annie has made herself at home sat across you which in itself is completely out of character and slightly unnerving, Annie never and you repeat never concerns herself with you.

"Why did you and Jean hide it?" Armin hovers over your shoulder as per usual. He can't be blamed for naturally being inquisitive and it does give you the opportunity to lay out the foundations of your plan. Now's your time to muster up one of your rehearsed responses.

"It would interfere with work." You respond immediately wanting to appear natural. Pondering on an answer for too long would raise suspicions.

Armin makes a sound of approval and shuffles into the seat next to Krista, that is until Ymir can be overheard telling him to move if he knows what's best for him.

"I have a question." Says a voice across the table, you don't have to look at the blonde parallel to you to know it's her.

For once Annie’s initiated a conversation with you, she’s not particularly great at keeping her intentions discreet. Maybe she doesn’t care if you can tell what she’s up to? But if that’s the case her plan isn’t all that foolproof, there's no way you're to let any details slip away.

Sharply inhaling waiting for what it is she has to say you find that her sentence never comes. Instead she shakes her head and murmurs a "Never mind.". You don't even have the time to ask her to stick around, she's already rose from her seat taking her unfinished plate of food with her, you let her go assuming she feels unwell.

"So how'd you two meet? Jean already told me earlier but I'd like to hear your side." Reiner's taken Annie's empty seat and his gaze is unwavering. The trap they've set up is a clever one. Surveying the hall for Bertholdt you know he has to be observing too. The two never operate alone.

You suddenly hate Reiner. For whatever reason he and his trio are endlessly obsessed with you, they've caught onto something that's for sure but you don't know what it is and now they've completely ensnared you with a backhanded trick. There's no way out of this, you have no idea what it is Jean said to Reiner, the chances of you providing the exact same answer are slim to none.

"My memory is really fuzzy, I don't think Jean gave off much of a first impression so I've forgot." Your horrible excuse doesn't fly by, everyone simultaneously narrows their eyes in disbelief. What you've said isn't convincing at all.

Husband and Wife yet you've forgot how the two of you met?

Fidgeting with the ring adorning your finger the cool metal isn't doing a great job at alleviating the pressure of the situation.

"Jean said the two of you hit it off almost instantly. Who's being dishonest?"

Reiner's either lying to catch you out or he's saying the God honest truth and right now all you can do is hope and pray for a miracle to sweep you off your feet. Mikasa and Jean still aren't within view. At this point you're hoping for Levi to save you, it doesn't matter how so long as you escape unscathed.

"Hey, I think we're just making her anxious with all the questions." Armin is quick to side with you, deep down you know he only does so due to the respect he holds for his Commander. You thank the Heaven's for Erwin's admirable smile and commendable leadership, it seems to be the only reason Armin believes you and Jean.

"Or she's lying." Reiner's resting his head in one of his palms, he's still boring holes right into your frame.

Your eye twitches, this is all unnecessary and uncalled for, whatever it is Reiner wants out of you it better be worthwhile.

He still eggs you on. "You walked out of the Captain's quarters. I saw you."

Standing up and leaning forward you plant your feet to the ground as firmly as you can you.

"And if she did what's it to you?"

Fighting the urge to sigh in relief you've never been happier to hear Jean's voice but something's off. His breathing sounds heavy - like he fought his way to get inside. Turning only then do you notice Mikasa standing by him. She looks equally as exhausted. There's been some sort of a struggle.

"You think it was funny getting Annie to guard the door?" He heaves and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"And you think hiding secrets from the rest of us is any better?" Reiner's adamant there's information that the both of you are hiding, he's not wrong but that doesn't change that he's challenging you unprovoked without a reasonable motive.

"We're hiding nothing." Unlike you Jean is sure of his words, he's confident speaking up and he seems to be able to pull off the role of a protective husband perfectly.

“I came out of the Captain’s quarters because he had access to hot water. He said I could use his shower. That’s all it was.”

Reiner quirks an eyebrow upwards and is pleased with your answer. God you’ve said something incriminating haven’t you? It's not incriminating per se but it's without doubt malleable and easy to twist.

“Jean, you were okay with your wife doing that at the dead of night?” Reiner's still leading the interrogation.

“I was the one who suggested it.”

“I don’t believe you’re a couple." If it were Reiner who said that you wouldn't care much, after all it's pretty clear he never believed it but to your displeasure it isn't him who's spoken. Ymir's lopsided grin is all knowing and you're beginning to lose your footing in this argument any second now if any more people start to side against you.

If Ymir disagrees that almost certainly means Krista has her qualms about you too, you've observed beforehand that Ymir tends to speak for Krista on occasion. This happens to be one of those times.

Krista timidly raises her hand and Ymir gives her an approving nod encouraging her to speak.

"I don't like the conflict going on but it is suspicious..."

"Why have I only ever seen you two hold hands?" She asks.

Ymir slings her arm over Krista's shoulder affectionately. "Yeah, I tell Krista I'll marry her every day of the week."

Mikasa mumbles something unintelligible, Ymir gives her a look of warning but Mikasa doesn't seem to care. Instead she repeats what she has to say loud and clear.

"Stick to only speaking when Krista is involved."

Krista holds Ymir by her arm so she doesn't get up, she knows how she gets when she's been provoked. Even if Krista has her suspicions it isn't worth Ymir gaining a permanent penalty point on her record.

Thankfully Armin cuts in. "There's no solid evidence to show they're lying and even if they are the Commander's most probably told them to. Don't you think there's a reason? Leave it be if that's the case. I trust him with our lives."

"We have a right to know." Annie's returned and insists to keep this back and forth going.

Just as you're about to fire back Jean takes a hold of your waist, you look down and seeing his large hands planted securely around your frame has your stomach bubbling with anticipation.

"What are you— "

And then he kisses you, he doesn't ask and instinctively your arms move to whack his chest but you stop yourself in time. You realize it's for the sake of your plan not falling through and so you gently place your hands on his shoulders attempting to ground yourself. It becomes increasingly difficult when you sink deeper into the kiss than you'd like to admit. Blood rushes to the tips of your ears and the thumping of your heartbeat makes it difficult to articulate any thoughts, all you really know is that you like this, whatever this is.

Jean's hands don't feel like they were made to rest against your back, they feel slightly out of place as if he's a key and you're an unmatched lock. In spite of that the circles he comfortingly rubs into the sides of your waist are appreciated, you almost forget you're in a room full of people until you're flooded by cold air.

You've been dragged off of Jean and something in the pit of your stomach has you wishing Levi isn't responsible for the interruption.

To your relief it's just Hange, they're glowing in mischief, the grin on their face shows they aren't mad. They might even find this entertaining.

"Well I be damned... maybe they weren't bluffing?" Connie's been persuaded by the looks of it and Krista's busy whispering to Ymir, you hear the faint sound of the word "Romantic" escape her lips, she's equally as convinced as Connie.

Hange smacks your back light-heartedly and looks to the door for a second. "We leave ya' both for a while and you decide to give everyone a show?"

Erwin's stood by the doorway with a humorous smile playing at his lips, Levi however is anything but amused, he glares at you with murderous eyes, he looks like he's ready to end your life then and there but you know he won't dare do so and for a second you feel braver than you ever have before. Without much thought you grab onto Jean's forearm.

"Me and my husband will get going now!" You allow your gaze to loiter when you get to Reiner. He grunts an apology and you're oh so tempted to ask him to repeat himself but you'd rather not instigate anything.

With that said and done you and Jean leave after giving the performance of your lives.

Slowly but gradually the sky outside becomes dark.

The will to sleep left your body long ago. It's by pure luck that you even manage to catch three hours of rest. Training is the only available distraction and dying out in battle isn't favourable by any means, your boredom may as well be used resourcefully - Strapping yourself up in your ODM gear is the best option.

A quarter way through your warm up you can sense a presence behind you, the leaves rustle and the wind feels noticeably quieter. You'd bother to turn around to see who's intruded but Levi's snuck close enough for you to be able to smell his perfume from where you're stood.

"Feel disrespected? Embarrassed even?" You jab at him knowing it'll rile him up, you don't face him not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing your face.

"Watch your mouth." he warns sharply.

Rolling your eyes you go about your business, it stays that way for a few minutes. All the while Levi stares at you darting from tree to tree, his scrutinizing gaze scalding you repeatedly.

"Y/N!" He yells at the top of his lungs.

For some unknown reason you automatically stop and lower yourself to the ground

"I have something to tell you." Comes his tense follow up. A finger of his latches onto one of the leather straps on your back.

You can't believe he's still denying the undeniable.

"You can wait till tomorrow. I'll be going to bed."

Levi doesn't seem to care for your cold response and proceeds with no warning.

"I'm jealous." His voice shakes. The grip he has on your harness doesn't let up. With your back turned to him you're still somehow able to detect the very obvious crack of pain.

Levi, jealous?

Gritting your teeth together you feel deceived.

How much longer will you have to tolerate Levi's push and pull?

“May I ask, what he is to you, my love?”

Your breathing grows heavy, tensing up you're completely shocked by the term of endearment that falls from his lips. You haven't heard it for so long, Levi sounds eerily different.

You hate to admit it but a flicker of foolish hope lights in your chest.

"Levi why would you ask— "

"Why don't you call me Lev anymore?" He whispers sounding strangled. You can't take it anymore and hesitantly look his way.

His eyes are filled with tears "I'm sorry my love, I don't know what went wrong." you falter for a second not knowing what to think.

At that moment the flicker becomes a flame.

The man who stands right before you is meant to be dead, never to be seen again. By all accounts this should be impossible, but Lev has always been a fighter.

Bitterness stings your heart, the wounds you've collected are still fresh but despite your body's protests you don't flinch when he gently takes a hold of your wrist, bringing it closer to his mouth.

"Lev...? Is that really you...?" You ask desperately.

The warm kiss he presses against your pulse point provides you with the answer you've been longing for.

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antebunny · 3 years

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Intervention Gone Wrong

^^despite the vaguely crack title this swings wildly between crack and angst because those are my two midnight moods^^

When Wei Wuxian hears that the sects are all gathering to form an alliance to kill him, it’s depressing how quickly he believes it. His initial reaction is disbelief, rejection, denial, but all too soon reality sets in. Even after all Wei Wuxian has lived through, apparently he’s still managed to be naive. It’s not like he’s done anything. He’s been holed up with the Wens in the Burial Mounds, trying to turn the resentment-soaked ground into something farmable. He even missed his sister’s wedding, and staged a fight between himself and Jiang Cheng just to fully sever ties with the cultivation world. All he wants is to be left alone.

“They say even Sect Leader Jiang is going,” the people of Yiling are whispering when Wei Wuxian descends from the Burial Mounds.

Wei Wuxian is glad that none of them recognize him as the Yiling Patriarch, because he strolls up to one of the vendors he heard whispering, and prods him for more information.

“All the cultivation sects are gathering in Nightless City to kill our Patriarch,” the man says. “Someone must’ve let it slip, but it was supposed to be a secret–he’s not supposed to know.”

Well. The Yiling Patriarch knows.

He abandons the quest for potatoes and returns to their settlement in the Burial Mounds. When he tells the Wen siblings, their faces turn white.

“I’m s–” Wen Ning begins.

“Don’t apologize,” Wei Wuxian cuts him off. “It’s not your fault.”

“If you hadn’t protected us–” Wen Qing begins.

“It’s not your fault,” Wei Wuxian says again. “It’s.” He presses his lips together, and when he opens them, he means to say why couldn’t they just leave us alone? But what spills out is a plaintive: “Even Jiang Cheng?”

They’re looking at him with pity now, and Wei Wuxian hates that, but he can’t take the words back. He can imagine how it happened: if the rest of the great sects all agreed–so he supposes Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen must have changed their minds about him, though he doesn’t know why–then Jiang Cheng would’ve been pressured into agreeing as well.

“We have to evacuate,” Wen Qing says.

“Maybe they’re just rumors,” Wen Ning suggests at the same time.

Wei Wuxian can’t help but spare a fond thought for his endlessly optimistic friend, but it’s optimism he no longer shares. “We still have to evacuate,” he says. “If you take everyone to the forest island between Yunmeng and Qishan, I can join you there. And then we can find a plot of land somewhere, I suppose, to hide.”

He’s already turned his back on the cultivation world, but hiding from it entirely–completely leaving it behind, without any chance of seeing his family ever again–is a worse kind of goodbye.

“And where are you going?” Wen Qing asks suspiciously.

Wei Wuxian manages a bone-weary smile for her. “Isn’t it obvious?” He says tiredly. “Nightless City.”

Contrary to popular belief, Nie Huaisang actually does care about people, not just his birds and his fans. And he doesn’t just care about his brother, although his brother is of course his first priority. Nie Huaisang cares about his friends, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng, and he cares about the Nie disciples under his brother’s care, and he cares about his brother’s sworn brothers. Nie Huaisang empathizes with people, he just usually chooses not to act on it.

The thing is, Nie Huaisang likes Wei Wuxian. They’re not the sworn brother type of friends; Nie Huaisang’s not exactly dying for him. He likes Wei Wuxian’s easy-going friendliness, likes his willingness to help, and admires his unwillingness to bend his core principles. It reminds him a lot of Nie Mingjue. This is all to say that Nie Huaisang thinks that the world is a better place with Wei Wuxian, and unfortunately the world seems to disagree.

Nie Huaisang just wishes that the job of keeping Wei Wuxian alive fell to anyone but him. He’d kept his head down and assumed that they’d figure it out eventually, but he’s not stupid, he sees where this is going. His first thought is that Jiang Cheng will figure it out, but then he remembers his friend is pricklier than a pear, and with more parental issues than Jin Guangyao. Jiang Yanli, he thinks, could help in theory. Nie Huaisang briefly muses on encouraging Jiang Yanli to fix things, before deciding that getting her to overcome a lifetime of being told that she’s no help is much harder than just doing it himself.

And since there’s no one else who cares about Wei Wuxian, that means that if Nie Huaisang wants to visit Lotus Pier at any point in the future and trade gossip with his friends, he’s going to have to stage an intervention for Wei Wuxian.

Honestly. The things he does for his friends.

Nie Huaisang also hopes that an intervention can get Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng out of the dark mood they’ve been in ever since the end of the Sunshot Campaign. It’s understandable, truly, but Nie Huaisang isn’t touching that with a ten-foot saber.

The first sect Nie Huaisang goes to is the Lan sect. Lan Xichen is bound to hear him out, now that he’s Nie Huaisang’s brother’s sworn brother, and Nie Huaisang wants to know where they stand on the whole Yiling Patriarch business.

Lan Wangji is the most difficult person Nie Huaisang has ever tried to understand, and he didn’t try all that much. All he’s really sure of is that Hanguang-jun could not get away from Wei Wuxian fast enough back during their guest disciple year, and hates demonic cultivation. This he knows second-hand, from countless tales of arguments between the two during the war. It’s a bad combination for Wei Wuxian, but luckily for him, Lan Wangji also has an unmatched reputation for righteousness. Considering that he chose to argue with Wei Wuxian over demonic cultivation instead of just letting the man rest and win the war for them, Nie Huaisang figures this is more or less accurate. All in all, Nie Huaisang is pretty sure that Lan Wangji will support Wei Wuxian, if he realizes that the Jins are purposefully trying to get him killed.

Lan Xichen, it turns out, is fully aware that Jin Guangshan is up to something, but he’s pretending that he doesn’t.

“Sect Leader Jin’s business is Sect Leader Jin’s business,” Lan Xichen says firmly, when Nie Huaisang prods a little too much. “You know we don’t gossip.”

Ah well. It’s not like Nie Huaisang was expecting support on his one-man intervention quest. He does a little more snooping before he leaves the Cloud Recesses, which is how he discovers a stunning secret.

“Wangji,” he overhears Lan Xichen saying. “I know you…care for Young Master Wei–”

That’s as good as a declaration of love from either Lan brother. Which is to say: Lan Wangji is in love with Wei Wuxian. Now that’s a match that even Nie Huaisang, matchmaker extraordinaire, didn’t see coming.

Once Lan Xichen has accidentally confessed his brother’s love for Wei Wuxian to Nie Huaisang, suddenly Nie Huaisang has a great advantage. He hasn’t the faintest clue how their relationship will work out in the future, between Wei Wuxian’s demonic cultivation and Lan Wangji’s sect rules, but that is another issue that Nie Huaisang isn’t touching with a ten-foot saber. For now, it’s enough to know that there’s someone else, someone with power, that Nie Huaisang can rely on to keep Wei Wuxian alive.

So the next place Nie Huaisang goes to is the Jin sect. He drags Jin Guangyao away from his duties for a night of drinking, and then proceeds to get blackout drunk. Or at least, he pretends to get blackout drunk.

“Did you know,” Nie Huaisang says, through hiccups, “That Lan Wangji has a th…” His mouth works, trying to form the word. “A thing!” He fumbles for his glass again.

“Perhaps you should have water now, Young Master Nie,” Jin Guangyao suggests.

“Ah ah ahhhh,” Nie Huaisang corrects, slurring the sounds together. “What did I say about this young master business?”

Jin Guangyao smiles indulgently at him. “Not to?”

“Uh-huh.” Nie Huaisang thinks for a moment. “A thing!” He repeats. “For Wei Wuxian!”

“What sort of thing?” Jin Guangyao asks.

“Oh, you know,” Nie Huaisang fumbles for his fan and waves it around airily. “That sort of thing.”

He can see Jin Guangyao pale, and knows he’s working through the logical thought process. If Lan Wangji will be sad when Wei Wuxian dies, then Lan Xichen will be sad, and Jin Guangyao doesn’t want that. But even as Nie Huaisang sees this, he knows that it won’t be enough. Jin Guangyao will still do it, on the off-chance that he finally wins his father’s approval.

Nie Huaisang wants to shake him by the shoulders and tell him that he deserves better, but he doesn’t. Instead, he tries to imagine that he’s Jin Guangshan (ew), and his plan to stir the sects into killing the Yiling Patriarch isn’t working, because Wei Wuxian just isn’t doing anything. If he were Jin Guangshan, he would either find a way to lure Wei Wuxian out of the Burial Mounds, or find a way to frame him for something and rally the sects to kill him before Wei Wuxian can protest his innocence.

So Nie Huaisang just has to move first.

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang begins sweetly, and he is offended by the very visible flash of fear in his brother’s eyes. “I’m your favorite brother, right?”

“What’s wrong?” Nie Mingjue says, a bead of sweat forming on his upper lip. “I haven’t even made you practice saber recently.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Nie Huaisang says, throwing in a pout for good measure. “But things could be better.”

“What is it?” Nie Mingjue asks warily.

Nie Huaisang blinks innocently. “I was just thinking how much happier I would be if you did me this one small, small favor.” He stops to estimate how much Wei Wuxian is worth to him. “I’d even do two consecutive weeks of saber practice,” he wheedles.

Nie Mingjue eyes him like Nie Huaisang is the one twice his size. “Depends on the favor?” He settles on finally.

Nie Huaisang tells him.

“You want me to what.”

“No,” Jiang Cheng says.

“Hear me out,” Nie Huaisang wheedles.

Lotus Pier is the last of the great sects on Nie Huaisang’s list, just because he feels like Jiang Cheng will be a lot easier to convince once there’s nothing he can do about it anyway.

Jiang Cheng merely glares at him, looking about one second from kicking him out of the Jiang sect leader’s private meeting rooms. “I know you’re behind this, Huaisang,” he says flatly.

Now Nie Huaisang has to admit that in his haste to act before Jin Guangshan, he’s been more obvious than he would’ve liked, but he’s truly been transparent if even Jiang Cheng knew he was up to something.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Nie Huaisang wails, fanning himself aggressively.

“I know you’re the reason your brother decided to join Jin Guangshan’s crusade!” Jiang Cheng explodes. “I don’t know why, but–”

“Sect Leader Jin was going to do it sooner or later,” Nie Huaisang interrupts, eyes innocently wide. “I only thought that if we joined in we’d have more control over it.”

Jiang Cheng’s eyes narrow into slits. “Let me get this straight,” he says. “You think Jin Guangshan wants my brother dead, for the Seal.” He doesn’t even bother waiting for confirmation, which is how Nie Huaisang knows that Jiang Cheng already believes that. “So your solution is to get the sects to make a pact to kill my brother–just so that you do it before Jin Guangshan does.”

Well, when he puts it that way…

“Okay, look,” Nie Huaisang says, snapping his fan shut. “Jin Guangshan goes to Nightless City thinking he’s heading an alliance to kill Wei Wuxian. Then my brother suggests destroying the Seal, and you support him. The Lans are bound to support that, so then either Jin Guangshan is forced to reveal his hand or he’s forced to back down.”

And hopefully whatever’s going on between you and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian gets sorted out as well, Nie Huaisang thinks. He doesn’t have a plan for that, exactly, so much as the hope that if he pours the chaos of the entire cultivation world into Wei Wuxian’s lap, something’s bound to come loose.

“Alright,” Jiang Cheng relents, albeit begrudgingly. “Who’s going to tell Wei Wuxian?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Nie Huaisang says, snapping his fan open again and hiding his smile. “I have a plan for that.”

“I d-don’t know why da-ge changed his mind!” Nie Huaisang sobs into Lan Xichen’s arms. “B-but now everyone is going to kill Wei Wuxian, and he hasn’t even done anything!”

Lan Xichen pats Nie Huaisang on the back, his face pale. “I’m sure we can talk this out,” he says weakly. “But, Huaisang, my brother–”

“He hates Wei Wuxian, I know,” Nie Huaisang interrupts, sobbing even louder.

He pauses, breath hitching just in time to hear the sound of a spiritual sword being unsheathed–and then, presumably, mounted. Lan Xichen had probably been about to say something like “my brother is coming.” It’s really too bad Nie Huaisang interrupted him.

“It’s so sad, because Wuxian really likes him!”

Lan Xichen blinks several times, and his face does something funny. “R-really?”

Nie Huaisang sniffs loudly. “But that’s not the point,” he cries. He tugs on Lan Xichen’s robes. “You have to go stop them!”

“The Lan sect will surely have a presence,” Lan Xichen says. “But Huaisang–”

Nie Huaisang bursts into tears again, successfully distracting him from escaping Nie Huaisang’s clutches. He doesn’t stop crying, or let Lan Xichen leave, for another ten minutes, until Lan Wangji has had plenty of time to leave the Cloud Recesses.

Doubtless he’ll fly to Yiling, where he’ll tell Wei Wuxian a less than comprehensive overview of their plan. It’s not exactly the informant Jiang Cheng had been picturing, but Nie Huaisang will make do, so long as it’s Lan Wangji. Perhaps he’ll vow to protect Wei Wuxian, and then declare his undying love to Wei Wuxian–so Nie Huaisang’s a romantic, sue him–so by the time the two of them actually make it to Nightless City, another piece of the puzzle will be in place.

Wei Ying.

Lan Wangji lands at the base of the Burial Mounds running. He tears up the path, worn into the mountain’s face by Wei Ying and the Wens. When he reaches the top, the place where the little Wen settlement once stood is completely empty. The cave where Wei Ying once slept is empty. Little Wen Yuan is nowhere to be found, nor are the elderly Wens. There’s no sign of life, anywhere, save for the abandoned plot of land, ready for farming.

Lan Wangji falls to his knees, sullying his white robes with dirt. Wei Ying, he thinks desperately. Where are you?

The last time Nightless City had this many people, they were leading the final attack of Wen Ruohan.

The memory randomly occurs to Wei Wuxian as he alights on the massive outer wall of the Sun Palace, before the great pavilion where all the sect cultivators have gathered. Last time, they were charging up these steps, while Wen Ruohan stood in the entrance. Now, Wei Wuxian stands on top of it, one hand on Chenqing, and the other on the Seal.

Down below, he sees the bright yellow robes of the Jins. Jin Guangshan has placed himself at the head of the alliance, because of course he has. But Jin Guangyao is there, his father’s silent shadow, and so is Jin Zixuan, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Nie Mingjue is stone-faced at the head of the Nie contingent. Lan Xichen is blank-faced at the head of the Lans, almost like his brother.

In vain, Wei Wuxian looks for Lan Zhan. He doesn’t care what he sees reflected back at him, he only wants to see Lan Zhan. But he isn’t there. Finally, Wei Wuxian looks over the Jiangs. Jiang Cheng is scowling, to Wei Wuxian’s utter lack of surprise.

“How rude,” Wei Wuxian calls, interrupting whatever Jin Guangshan’s going on about. “A party for me and I wasn’t invited?”

Jin Guangshan startles when he hears Wei Wuxian, though he hides it well. Jiang Cheng doesn’t seem surprised, merely directs his scowl directly at Wei Wuxian. Which is rather unfair, Wei Wuxian feels. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong.

“Get off the roof,” Jiang Cheng snaps. “Get down here.”

Wei Wuxian stares down at him, eyes fizzling with red light. He can’t be serious. Just because Jiang Cheng didn’t tell him doesn’t mean Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what this is about.

“You can’t be serious,” he sneers.

“It might induce a better conversation,” Lan Xichen says, solemnly.

That’s certainly no lie. The Lans never lie. Though Wei Wuxian would make a case for misleading–his sentence implies that the reason they want Wei Wuxian to come down is just so that they don’t have to shout at each other from so far away, and not–

“Won’t you come down and join us?” Jin Guangshan says, sickly sweet. “We were discussing some concerns that people have raised about your behavior.”

–So that they can kill him easier.

Why is he here again? Oh, that’s right. Wei Wuxian was hoping this was an overblown rumor.

Wei Wuxian laughs harshly. The sound is swallowed by the endless night. “Sect Leader Jin must think I’m stupid,” he says, with thinly veiled anger.

“Wei Wuxian,” Jiang Cheng fumes. “Stop playing around and get down here.”

“Who’s playing around?” Wei Wuxian demands, Chenqing twirling around and around in his hand. He stalks up and down the roof, just an inky smudge against the vast black sky. Torches flicker all around the pavilion, lighting the cultivators up in all their colors.

Usually Jiang Cheng is a terrible liar, but there’s not a hint of deception in his demeanor right now. If Jiang Cheng wants to settle a score with him, then Wei Wuxian is happy to do so. But as far as Wei Wuxian is concerned, he doesn’t owe the rest of the world anything.

“I heard Sect Leader Jin’s moving speech,” Wei Wuxian continues, full to the brim with anger. He stops pacing, and stands facing the cultivators. His hand trembles on Chenqing. He didn’t come here for a fight, but now his blood is singing for one.

From the back of the mass of cultivators, a moving white blur comes in at full speed. Soon, the blur reveals itself to be Lan Wangji, late for clearly the first time in his life, if his expression is any indication. Every line in his typically stoic face is drawn taut with tension. Wei Wuxian’s hunger for a fight drains away.

He’s still angry, but he has to protect the Wens. They’re waiting for him, on the forest island halfway between the Burial Mounds and Nightless City. He has to return to them, or Wen Ning is probably going to come wandering into Nightless City looking for him. He can’t afford a fight.

“Good for you,” Jiang Cheng gripes. “Now will you get off the roof?”

Wei Wuxian is still angry, but beneath that, beneath all the bravado and the sneers and the self-righteousness are the white-knuckled, shaking hands that he draws in front of him to clutch Chenqing protectively by his chest. Beneath it all is the shaking voice that Wei Wuxian forces down until his tone sounds acceptable. Beneath it all is the part of Wei Wuxian that he doesn’t want to admit: the part that’s terrified.

Lan Zhan stops next to his brother, joining the ranks of Lan cultivators, and whatever hope Wei Wuxian had sinks like a stone to the soles of his boots. Dread pools like acid in his stomach, hissing and churning his emotions into knots.

Wei Wuxian looks across 3,000 cultivators, and swallows, laughter and sneers fading away at last. His voice is small and shaking when he finally speaks. “I’m not coming down, Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian says.

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Patience is a virtue (Risotto fic 4k)

NOTsfw!! // afab reader // neutral pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, s3xual stuff, very vanilla though, slowburn-ish, fluffy and sweet Risotto wants to treat you and indulge you

The only sound in the room was the soft clacking noise of the plastic pen cap Risotto kept twisting and untwisting from its holster. Another long night spent in his office, the workload still not finished. He really ought to learn to ask for help he thought to himself. As the word “help” entered his mind, you came up. Always eager to help, never complaining about the amount of work or even the pain you had to endure during missions. Your adorable smile entering his thoughts, the small one you gave him to silently assure him you were alright.

Just like many late nights spent working, sitting alone in his old leather desk chair, for once not hunched over his papers but tentatively leaning back while soft creaks came from the chair with every movement. He could always ask you to help him sort out the leftover pile, maybe it would be a good excuse to spend some time alone together, cooped up in his office and quietly talking about nothing or anything together. The stoic man’s feelings gnawed at him, sure that it was a mistake to feel his pull towards you grow stronger every day. Why did you entangle his every thought? Was it the way you dressed? No. Well of course you looked lovely in your usual outfit, revealing your stylish side tremendously but still that wasn’t your biggest asset. Was it the way your natural looks seemed to require little to no effort, offering maximum payoff? Even though he could spent an eternity staring at your soft skin, those glittering eyes filled with passion and kindness, even during battle he knew that fervour helped you along. You were so lovely on the outside but it was truly the way you treated others that enamoured him so. Being surrounded by his team was nice and pleasant, many moments of laughter were shared between the men but still there was this unconditional kindness and understanding you offered so selflessly, expecting nothing in return. The way you manoeuvred the many offhand comments of your teammates, trying to poke and see how much you could take. But you never gave in, always ready with a witty retort or a quick change of subject, not letting the comments bother you. The strength you possessed, it almost seemed like you conquered pain itself. At least that’s what it looked like to your capo when he reflected on your behaviour, just like he’s doing tonight. You’d get beaten and bruised on missions but never so much as let out a peep, the pain seeming to be more of an inconvenience than a feeling. Many times you’d offer your help to a hurt teammate while you yourself were barely able to go on, but still you persevered. The silver haired man even caught you not as much as flinching when you were making breakfast one day, hot oil splatters that would make anyone yelp didn’t even phase you. Merrily continuing cooking and shaking the pan.

But as he kept on thinking it occurred to him that he’s never seen you do something completely selfish. Even as much as watch the movie you wanted, always opting to let other pick instead. As much as you mastered strength and kept your cool in stressful situations, did you master pleasure? Didn’t you ever indulge in your own selfish requests? Of course he can’t know what goes on behind your closed bedroom door but he wondered so often what you enjoyed to indulge in. Did you read? Was there a collection of cd’s filling your bookcase? Never the one to invade other’s privacy by snooping, he could only wonder until you invited him in. Through the crack of your door he never saw much, only ever coming by to ask if you’d come and join the meeting they were having, you always offered great advice. But through the little bit your door opened he smelled your heavenly perfume, like the room was just as much a part of you as you were of it. He never thought of himself as a coward, he’d made it a point to get what he wanted through the simplest means necessary but the hesitation to ask you to spend time together baffled him. Had he gone soft on himself? Maybe it was just the way you made him feel, and in all honestly he only hoped you returned even just a slither of what he felt for you. Enough was enough, he thought to himself, even though it’s late he knows not much sleeping was being done in the shared headquarters. As he got up, the chair creaked after being released of the mans weight, soft steps on thick black socks made their way to the door. He’d at least put on a some more comfortable clothes working these long nights. Opting for a black sweater that hid his toned figure but fitted sweatpants that still held his shapely muscled legs. He rarely even though about if he looked appealing, he likes his usual look and outfit but he doesn’t particularly wear it to impress anyone. But right now he hoped he exuded a welcome aura, relaxed and inviting. That’s what he needed it to be at least.

Without too much more overthinking he brought himself to your door, knocking a familiar pattern to alert you of his presence. After some scuffling on the other side the door slid open a little, your head popping out to see the expected figure. Risotto stood in place for a moment, silent and not moving. Seeing you so cutely, awaiting his words with that small smile on your lips. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you sleeping but if you have some time, would you mind helping me finish up for the night? It won’t take too long if it’s the two of us.” He asked politely, moving his hand to lean it on the doorframe. “Oh of course I don’t mind Risotto, I’d love to. Is it ok if I meet you in just a second though? I have to finish something…” You trailed off with a soft twinkle in your eye that made your capo’s heart beat faster. After assuring you it was fine and he’d go fetch you some tea to enjoy, you scuffled back over to your computer quickly shutting off the game you’d been playing, the fans stopping to whirr letting silence take over the room. You felt a bit excited to be able to work with your capo, rarely getting some alone time with the large figure. As you stared into the mirror placed on your wall you assessed yourself for a quick moment, adjusting your shirt and comfortable pants to look more tidy, fixing some loose strands of hair back into place. You grabbed the matching zip up hoody, remembering how chilly Risotto’s office was the few times you entered. You felt yourself in need to hurry, not wanted him to think you were dragging this out longer than need be.

It had been an hour already since you started working at the paper stack on the oaken desk of your superior. It had dwindled down quite a lot, only one or two documents left to finish. During the process you’d chatted lightly with the dark eyed fellow, not really sure what you could even talk about. He seemed a bit broody since you entered, his earlier mood had seemed to fade. Although you wondered if it was your fault, but upon some self reflection you’d figured it was just the need to work so late into the night quite often that brought your capo down a bit. “Ah, we’re finally done. Good work Risotto.” You praised him as you let out a little squeak as you stretched your limbs. Unbeknownst to you the flattery went to straight to his heart. He’d never been one to strive off of commendations but when they came from you he felt so light and like the work he did was actually worth it. He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts about what to chat about he ended up being more quiet than he’d hoped to be. Sure that he was quite the bore to be around. “Thank you for your help, I’m glad I can always count on you.” His voice getting warmer as he met your eyes, looking up at your standing figure. He couldn’t help but notice your matching little track suit, the shirt poking out under the hem of the jacket. But he couldn’t linger long, he needed to think how he could make you stay longer, your presence offering a peaceful feeling he rarely experienced without you near. “I… I have a question for you.” After accepting his thank you, silently waving it away you were surprised by his question. You’ve never heard him hesitate, was he nervous? He didn’t look it. “Sure, shoot!” you smiled back, curious to know his answer. “Would you want to show me your room? I’ve seen all of the others’ and unfortunately they weren’t that exciting,” he huffed out a small chuckle before he continued. “of course if I’m not intruding.” He was so polite and careful with his words, his thoughtfulness making your chest tighten. “Of course! Sorry if it’s a bit messy though, cleaning isn’t my favourite activity.” You returned cheerily, already opening the door to the hallway to commence the tour. How exiting! Even though it was well over midnight you felt energised by his request.

You quietly stood in the middle of your small room, hands twisting into each other after having straightened some things as you both walked in, awaiting a reaction from your tour-mate. “So, was it as good as you expected? Does the colour palette please your eyes?” You joked to ease the tension that seemed to radiate Risotto. He looked around thoroughly, his eyes scanning the environment, making sure to take in whatever was visible. “It’s surprisingly cute. Not that you’re not. Or-“ he commented, the words seeming to spill out of him. You couldn’t help but laugh at his choice of words assuring him you understood what he meant. God, why were you so kind. Even after that little hiccup you still retained your composure while he was trying not to break apart. Reminding himself of who he was he straightened his back, not being too far away from the ceiling of the small room. He had noted the books on your shelves and the stickers on the blocky computer, the fluffy slippers under your bed and the picture of a cute cat wishing you a good day. It really was a cute room that showed off who you were, completely engulfed in your soft perfume. “So what do you do for fun?” Risotto felt like he had to say something, the silence lasting too long as you allowed him to let his eyes wander around the room. “Oh! Let me show you! I just got this new game, I was actually playing it before you came by.” You excitedly hopped over to your desk as you turned the pc on again, the familiar starting sounds popping up. “See, you build your character and then you live your life, you can get a job, get married and have hobbies. I know it’s a bit silly but it’s nice to enjoy the little things. Sometimes in our line of work they get lost.” As you sat on your desk chair Risotto loomed behind you, bending over to see what was going on. You felt the warmth on his body hoover over your frame, it felt so nice to be close to someone. But you scolded yourself for relinquishing in his body heat, but the ache of not having been near another held on stronger. Before you could give it more thought you felt a heavy hand lean on the back of the chair and another move to your desk, caging you into him on one side. It surprised you but as usual you kept your composure, trying your very hardest not to lean back too much, as Risotto would catch your figure if you did. “Why’s that cat named Ghiaccio?” An obvious hint of amusement in his gravely voice. You let out a little snort, the sound going straight to the looming man’s heart again. “Well, he’s white and a bit grumpy, he reminded me of White Albums so only felt right to name him Ghiaccio.” You explained as you saw the small dimple in Risotto’s face as you came to face him. You felt so small sitting on you desk chair, his figure caging you in like a bird. But it felt safe, no threat to be near, like he wasn’t doing it for his pleasure but yours. As your eyes lingered on his features, he finally looked down from above to meet your stare. Those dark and moody ones feeling like they’d swallow you whole, but if you were honest with yourself, you’d let them. His movements were slow but deliberate, making his way down closer to you. Only a few centimetres apart, his breath leaving warm invisible clouds around you as he breathed out calmly. He felt intrigued to see your reactions to his movements, but you didn’t seem flustered just yet, maybe a little taken aback by his move but still so curious to find out when you’d let yourself go and unravel. “What else do you like to do?” He hummed against you as he slowly blinked, waiting to see what would happen, analysing your eyes for an answer. You didn’t really know how to reply, like all words had lost meaning and they would no longer serve their purpose once they got spoken. The intensity of his gaze and the way you longed to be held again, to be cherished by another, just for a little while to make you feel appreciated again.

Risotto was pleasantly surprised when you moved to close the distance, stretching out to meet him those couple of breaths away. Carefully placing your lips on his, they felt like soft pillows welcoming him in comfort. Just like you worked your missions, you continued with fervour, bravely keeping the kiss going. Risotto entering your mouth with his tongue, taking the lead and moving further. As you waltzed with each other, moving in tandem but one was in charge you stood up from your swivelling chair, pushing it aside with your foot as you clasped an arm as far as you could over your capo’s neck. Soft wet sounds from lapping at each other were barely audible as you moved against him, his arms now holding you firmly into him as his craned neck was kept down by the kiss. Somehow you had to come up for air, not even close to wanting to surface this lake of pleasure. But alas you both had to, cursing his lungs for needing air, he let go of the kiss but still remaining close by your puffy lips. Oh how he wished he could stay enclosed in them forever. “When was the last time you had someone else be kind to you?” He breathed in between words, letting you regain your breath as well. “I’m not sure I know.” You replied honestly, breathing starting to even out, it wasn’t something you paid much mind to, the feeling of being near the ones you cared for was enough for you. “Let me treat you tonight, if you’ll have me?” His warm baritone awakening tingles in your body you had almost forgotten about. It had been so long since you even took care of yourself, touched the places that were so sensitive and sweet. Too busy with work and life to even engage in your own pleasure. His hand had moved its way up to your neck, gently holding up your head as you stared back at him, you knew the answer was yes of course, but felt again like they had no use. “Yes, please…” You sighed out as he caressed your jawline with his thumb. Still Risotto was intrigued that you’d finally given in and allowed the return of all the love and care you so easily gave away. There you were, still not letting yourself get truly lost just yet.

Having moved to your bed, letting him gently take off the layers you’d been wearing one by one, being left with nothing but your adorable underwear and bra that hugged you breasts and curves so nicely. You let the silver haired man take in your figure while you were lying under him, his gaze soft and appreciative, like he’d finally been able to see what he got for Christmas. Before he could continue his plans that are still unbeknownst to you, you gripped at the hem of his sweater. Offering the display of his toned torso, you’d seen it on a daily basis but never appreciated the sight more than now. Raking a soft finger across the natural lines like you were completing a maze, maybe one that you wouldn’t mind being stuck in. But your indulgence was cut short, Risotto continuing on his mission to treat you. He placed soft kisses on your skin, leaving a tingling trail behind as he started from your forehead working his way down in gentle kisses and touches. His hands roaming your waist, softly massaging the plush skin. You were enjoying this, stopping soft moans from leaving those soft lips, not ready to let go of them yet. Your hands roamed Risotto’s back and arms, caressing and exploring the muscled shapes while he continued on your neck and chest. As his lips and touches reach your mounds he admires them, offering soft swipes with his thumbs on your sensitive nubs, rousing them from their softness. Through the soft fabric of your delicate bra you felt the meaning behind his ministrations, telling you to relax into them, let yourself get engulfed and not care about the consequences. “You are absolutely beautiful.” He whispered as he placed multiple kisses on your shoulders moving down the straps of the bra, undoing the clasps with a couple of swift motions when his hand moved behind your back. You were relishing in his warmth, soaking it all up, if only he knew how long you’d ached for this tender love. His mouth had taken in one of your nipples, soft little tugs and swirls of his tongue while the other got attention from his hand. Still you weren’t ready to let go of your moans, just that one smidge of pleasure more, maybe afraid to let the others in the house know you were enjoying yourself. The thought only springing more excitement in your lower tummy. You pinched Risotto’s upper arm after a particularly cheeky bite on your breast, making him hum a chuckle against your sensitive skin, springing goosebumps to life. “When are you going to let go, mhh? Be selfish for once, indulge.” The words rolled of off his tongue with ease like a warm knife cutting through butter. “When your treat gets to the next step perhaps?” You said with a hint of playfulness and that cute reassuring smile he loved. It was his sign to continue his path downwards. A single finger hooked on the hem of your delicate panties adorned with flower appliqués. Slowly he started pushing them down, almost a teasingly slow pace, but every movement felt like fireworks on your skin until finally your panties were slid off and thrown on the ground. The wet spot not going unnoticed to your capo who’d grown a hungry grin, showing off his dimple.

He’d moved down between your legs now, arms hooked over your thighs to keep you in position and perhaps the pressure of being kept down only added to your excitement. You could feel his breaths on your inner thighs as he snaked over them with his mouth, sending a shudder through your system as his delicateness tickled you. He knew what he was doing, trying to only push you further and further to the edge. He wanted to hear your sweet moans and breathless whispers of pleasure. And he’s determined to make that happen. He was glad to see your tender folds already glisten in the low light, you looked so inviting to him. He wasn’t planning on wasting any more time, he wanted to please you so badly. Perhaps a bit surprised at his feelings to be so kind and giving.

A wet kiss was placed on the mound of your heat, he continued down following your natural curve. His hands were close enough, spreading you open so he could look even closer at the warm place he’d put all his attention into for as long as needed. His wide tongue moved flat over your lips, grazing your clit sending electric quivers up your body. Your hand was grabbing onto his silver locks, taking a handful and gripping it hard as he began. It only motivated him to continue as he heard you sharply breath out, you were finally starting to unravel. His tongue worked his way around, rhythmically sucking and moving around your most sensitive spots. Occasionally he’d move his tongue to your aching pit to drink you in, telling you how good you tasted. Your hips couldn’t stay still, bucking upwards at his motions, his arms still holding your hips and thighs in place where he wanted them. “Please…” you panted, “please just fill me.” The words came out without even thinking, followed by a moan that had been aching to release. Risotto’s grin grew bigger, glad you finally accepted the pleasure fully. He moved his right arm away from your thigh, the pressure releasing from your skin. Wetting his fingers with your essence he slid one inside of you while working away at your sensitive clit with his mouth. You felt your walls tighten around him, welcoming the added sensation with another moan, even louder than the first one. As you slowly felt the pressure build you felt ravaged by the feelings, only wanting more and faster. “More, please god more Risotto!” You panted loudly now, fully giving in as Risotto had only hoped. He moved faster, curling his fingers as he added another finger inside, reaching that far spot inside of you that only further proved how skilled he was at making you reach your summit. As the tension inside you built more and more, your pants and moans only grew louder, not even caring if your housemates knew what was happening. The faster he moved his fingers in and out of you, the more lewd noises filled the silent room, the squelching of your juices and the lapping of his tongue and how he so skilfully sucked on your clit. Not much more movement was needed and you felt your pleasure finally erupt into orgasm. Tingles spread all over you, your walls convulsing around his fingers, heat spreading through your limbs as Risottos slowly let your ride out your orgasm as he drunk in your juices, happy to have pleased you.

As you regained your breath and felt your muscles relax, still relishing in the afterglow, Risotto moved away from your heat. He admired his work, wiping away at his chin and mouth that had been covered in your essence. “You know what you just did?” You asked while your bare chest was still moving up and down heavier than usual. “Well I ate you out…” he answered with a confused look, a smirk still visible. “Well yeah but you did something kind capo.” He could feel his heart swell at your choice of words. “But don’t you want me to take care of that?” You pointed at his crotch, his obvious excitement showing through the sweatpants. “No. Not tonight, my next gift will come tomorrow. You just rest up.” He answered as he rubbed your legs. “Making me wait huh?” You teased as you got back close to him, embracing his muscled torso with your bare one. “Patience is a virtue my dear.” He jokes back letting you take him in for another kiss. He was already looking forward to tomorrow, feeling that his generosity would last a lifetime with you around.

#notsfw #risotto x reader #jjba x reader #jjba fic #jjba imagines #jjba x y/n #risotto nero x reader #la squadra x reader #afab reader #minors dni

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Questions About Creating Your OCs –––– accepting !

@magioffire / 14 . If you had to narrow it down to 2 things that you MUST keep in mind while working with your OC, what would those things be?

number one . secrets & lies . never EVER let him slip up & tell someone about the things he hides from the world . vis has a few things he hides & he does his damndest to make sure no one finds them out or his life is on the line . he’s a liar & a good one at that . he’s mastered coming up with reasons , excuses & more to cover up true intentions . although if your muses does know his secrets he loses some of that ability as , well –– there is nothing to hide anymore ? he may end up telling little lies out of habit & still not wanting you to be snooping around but that leads me to the second one :

number two . its him & his daughter vs. the world . that's it . he will kill , backstab , cheat , lie & anything else for her . you think you're friends with his ? hell , even in love with him ? if your muse does something that actively hurts vivian or even accidently ––– he will not hesitate to kill you & make sure no one finds your remains ever again . he will spin an air tight lie that no one will question him as he waters the rose bush he buried you under .

@iithildim / 8 . What (if anything) do you relate to within their character/story?

with vis’ character a lot of his ego comes from my own so i relate on that front . of course his is a much more exaggerated version of my own but the point stands we’re both perfect in every way possible ✨ . he’s also a person to make sure things get done both business wise & renovation things . i’m kinda the same but mines more so making for my partner filed their taxes & that the bathroom is clean lol

ray & vis learning to open up to each other is nice ! i struggle sometimes & often i put up a front of how i wish to be perceived ( even on this blog i work hard to make sure i fit in with the standards of the RPC while also remaining readable & fun ) cause i need that mask for people to like me ;;;

story wise its harder to relate considering its a dystopia revolution with political things going on ( tho if we look at current events all over the world . . . ) but the whole point of the comic is pretty much treat everyone with respect even if they have horns or missing limbs or whatever disorder ! being in & out of psych hospitals since i was 14-ish has taught me people don’t . . . care ??? they don’t see how the world is just made for ablebody / ableminded people . many times in my time in the hospital i’m helping other patients to the point where they said fuck the doctor imma talk to ansem he’s more understanding !

@bransles / 14 blair beat you to that one, 15, 16, and 17 for the oc meme .

15. What is something about your OC can make you laugh?

i like this ongoing thing were someone brings up a fetish & he’s just 👁👁 or him screaming when someone asks if his wife pegged him in a roundabout fashion .

i like it when he breaks that ‘ oh i’m so charming & rich ’ persona & is left fumbling for his words . i also enjoy the fact vivian was a little terror & would climb on everything she could with just her arms . she’s so fucking strong & would try to jump from her curtain to her bed & vis is running after her . also love how just bends to the will of his daughter . like the song When Veruca Says he’s running around like a chicken without a head to make her happy. this toddler has too much power of him & she is VERY AWARE OF THAT .

16. What is something about your OC can make you cry?

the ending of his story cause he’s just so full of anger & misery & hate –– too many emotions & he just lashes out not sure what he could have done differently . he’s desperate to fix the mistake even though there was nothing he did that caused it . he just has to learn how to live with it . in the end he’s just where he was at the start . feeling alone in a large house wishing he could fix things for his daughter & him .

also him having to hide a big part of him :( he’s so scared & disgusted at himself for having a disability that it would bring him to tears at the fact when he tells someone they just don’t think it's a big deal ! he holds a lot of shame that he’s not ‘ perfect ’ .

17. Is there some element you regret adding to your OC or their story?

he got boomer mentality lol ya know the whole : ‘ oh you’re just being lazy . if you worked harder you would be able to afford a house . you lot would rather complain that do any hard honest work . ’ that might be cause he is rich & just . . . doesn’t understand . i would remove it but like i think it would be funny if someone smacked him for being an asshole . it’s also good character growth for him during the comic to unlearn that thought process so i guess it’s fine ? it just feel bad when someone opens up to him & he’s just like ‘ lol do better ’

i also really gotta stop it with the dead love trope . i got too many ocs with dead lovers . *points at self in mirror* stop it . why do you this . let them be happy .

#magioffire #iithildim #bransles #⚜ ・ focus on me! i’ll be all that they see! — ABOUT VIS !#⚜ ・ seeker of darkness — OOC & MUN !#𝓥˙˖* °⸻ ❛ must be exhausting always rooting for the anti - hero. ❜⎜❲ answered .❳

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Eight: The Goblet of Fire

A/N: This is the Eighth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2428

Warnings: slight mentions of blood, possible accidental self-harm trigger warning.

Credits to Gif Creator

A small commotion from the Great Hall piqued Aria's interest, her curiosity getting the better of her. The room radiated an icy blue light emitting from the centre of the room which contained the infamous Goblet of Fire. A group of around 20 students or so surrounded the cup, all laughing and taunting the two boys who sat on the edge of the age circle that had been drawn by Albus Dumbledore, a bemused look stuck on their faces. Aria watched as their enchantment took its toll on the Weasley twins. They had been attempting to enter themselves into the Tri-Wizard tournament, but to no avail. Professor Dumbledore's spell was far too powerful for the likes of Fred and George Weasley.

Not even attempting to hold back her laughter, Aria approached the boys, helping them to their feet. Almost instantly they practically tackled the woman back down to the ground.

"I missed you boys." She grinned from ear to ear, regaining her balance, giving her skirt a thorough brush down.

Exchanging more than a few pleasantries the trio caught up with each other, before Aria remembered her position as Professor, that is. Giving the boys a light scolding for their stupidity, Aria opened her mouth to take away a number of Gryffindor's house points, however she was quickly interrupted by the hushed gasps of students and the scurrying of feet as they cleared the room, leaving only the twins, Aria Dumbledore and one Severus Snape.

The Potions Master cleared his throat catching the attention of the Students and their friend. Embarrassed she had been caught not properly carrying out her duties as Professor, Aria put some distance between herself and the Weasleys.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape declared, glaring at his fellow professor more than the students. "For each of you." He finished, a rather satisfied grimace appearing on his face. The boys let out a long groan but kept their mouths shut, knowing better than to object.

"I was handling it." Aria objected, taking another step in the direction of the Potions Master.

"Clearly." He droned with a roll of his eyes. "It certainly looked like you were handling it when the three of you were carrying around on the floor, exchanging familiarity's, and hugging." His disdain for the act almost making the word almost unbearable to say.

Aria opened her mouth to explain herself but was once again interrupted by the presence of the Headmaster.

"Mr and Mr Weasley." Dumbledore announced. "I suggest the two of you make your way to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey will meet you there." The boys gave a thankful nod to the Headmaster before rushing from the room, eager to reverse their own enchantment. "As for you, Miss Dumbledore, I advise you to keep outside relationships professional while here Hogwarts. I will not abide my Professors playing favourites among students for personal reasons, do you understand?"

"Of course, Headmaster." Aria whispered, taken aback by her grandfather's use of their shared last name.

Albus gave the pair of Professors a final sceptical look before leaving them alone.

The young witch gave her mentor a look of disapproval, eyeing him up an down. It had been almost a month since their small heart to heart, if you could even call it that, and Severus had pulled himself together quite nicely. He had cut back on the binge drinking and was getting at least some amount of sleep, whereas before Aria wasn't sure if he had been getting any at all. Just as much as he had regained his physical appearance, he had almost completely reverted back to his arrogant self. Only this time he was not quite as vocal about his dislike for his apprentice.

Neither of them had attempted much of a conversation regarding anything other than work but they had gotten used to each other's company and often spent the evenings marking together comfortable silence, occasionally sharing the odd pot of coffee on those long nights when neither of them had the energy to stay awake.

The past few days however, saw Severus begin to pick up his bad habits once more. Not so much the drinking, but his insomnia and irritability, particularly towards Miss Dumbledore, had definitely made a comeback. Yet, she couldn't quite figure out what was making him act this way. The Professor had made it clear to her there was an another factor besides herself but she had not one clue what, or rather who, it might be.

Aria kept her distance from the man over the weekend following their last meeting, hoping not to aggravate him any more than necessary. Although one thing Aria did not have the ability to control was her curiosity. She could not help but be drawn to anything she deemed interesting. She had no self control and just always had to get herself involved, whether she was welcome or not.

An occasion where her inability to keep out of other people's business proved a nuisance occurred no longer than a few days later, following the Weasley twin incident.

Sat alone in her chambers, quietly reading to herself, Aria could not help but overhear the hushed argument occurring in the hall. She knew she shouldn't snoop; she told herself it would only end badly. But the whispers were practically calling to her as they made their way along the dungeon halls into her private quarters.

Although she could not make out the dialogue, she immediately recognised the voices; Severus Snape and Igor Karkaroff, Headmaster of Durmstrang. The unlikely pair only intrigued her more, but she fought the urge to intrude.

As quickly as they had begun the hushed tones of the men disappeared out of ear shot. The sound of Snape's office door slamming behind them. Content with not being able to hear the voices any longer, Aria was able to suppress her urge to interfere and get back to happily reading her book.

That is until the sound of shattering glass filled the halls followed by less hushed tones from the men. Igor was practically shouting at Severus meanwhile the Potions Master chose his words extremely carefully, never letting his voice raise above a certain volume. The voices continued to argue, Severus telling Igor over and over again to leave, but the man refused to listen. It was clear to Aria that Igor was testing Snape's patience and any minute now the man would snap, just as he had done with her many times before.

Another smashing sound came. Then a throaty cry from Severus. His tone a mix of anger, pain and impatience.

"Get out, now." The Potions Master finally said, his voice full of venom and dangerously low in volume. The only reason Aria heard any of this was that she was now almost fully out of her chambers and making her way down the dimly lit hall.

She passed a rather flustered looking Karkaroff on her way down to meet Severus. The Durmstrang headmaster locked his eyes onto her own, a look of danger swimming inside his mind. His gaze slowly lowered itself down the whole of her body, taking in every inch of the woman's physique. She couldn't help but notice the unnerving wink he gave her as she walked by.

Eager to get to her colleague and mentor, she uncomfortably shuffled past the man, rushing her way down the rest of the hallway. By the time she got there Severus Snape's door had once again been slammed shut.

Gingerly rapping her knuckles against the cold hard wood, Aria let herself into the room, making sure to close to door behind her once more.

"Severus." She whispered, making herself known to the man who's back was turned to her. "Are you okay? I heard glass smashing, did he break anything?" The professor asked, looking around the room to spot several piles of broken glass scattered across the floor, including one small clump on his desk. As she took a closer look she spotted small beads of blood clinging onto the tiny shards. Snape turned to face the woman, a contorted look of discomfort and anger evident on his features.

"Please leave me alone, Miss Dumbledore. I do not have the energy to deal with you today as well as Professor Karkaroff."

"You're hurt." Aria gasped, paying no attention to whatever the man had just said.

"I'm fine. Please, just go." He sighed, taking a seat behind his desk. Again, Aria paid no attention to the professor's wishes, instead she took the seat across from his, carefully disposing of the cluster of smashed glass.

"Let me see your hand."

"I said I'm fine." Severus grumbled once more.

"Give me your hand, Severus." Aria commanded, extending out her own for him to rest his on. A few moments and one skeptical glare later Severus gave in against his better judgment, presenting his bloody wound to the woman, with a roll of his eyes.

Another gasp escaped her lips as he rested his hand against her own, the deep gash more visible to her now than ever. Her delicate fingertips traced the skin of his palm, careful not to go too near to where his hand had been sliced open. Severus felt a serious of tingles dance up us spine while the women did this, the pace of his heart picking up slightly.

"How did this happen? Did Igor-?" She wondered letting her sentence trail away.

"No, not at all." Snape shook his head. "It was my own stupidity." He admitted. "I was taken away with my anger then I smashed a glass jar under my hand in a fit of rage. I hadn't quite thought of the consequences of my own strength.

"There's glass buried deep in there. We have to get it out." Aria gently lowered her mentors hand to the desk, jumping up from her seat and scurrying around the room, picking up countless jars of ingredients and vials containing potions. "Don't you have anything to clean the wound?" She questioned desperately, working herself up into a panic.

"Third shelf from the top, seventh bottle from the right. You'll find a vial of clear liquid." Severus couldn't help but let his eyes follow the witch as she followed his directions to the store cupboard. The way she panicked over a less than fatal wound was endearing to him. He knew although he had sliced through the skin, it was easily fixable and there was no need for the haste she had quickly adopted. Yet enjoyed the thought that she cared for his wellbeing.

"Got it." She announced, brandishing the bottle proudly. Rushing back to her seat, she pulled a cloth from an old set of drawers and dowsed the material in the liquid. "What even if this anyway? some anti-bleeding potion or something."

"Alcohol." He replied simply, a ghost of a smile threatening to appear on his face as he caught the reaction of his colleague.

Aria let out a burst of nervous laughter she couldn't hold back.

"Well then, I guess you better prepare yourself, because this shit is going to sting like a motherfucker." She warned, extracting the glass from the wound and pressing the damp cloth into the gushing gash. Severus winced in pain, but tried his hardest not to let it show.

"Hold it there for a minute or two then the wound should be thoroughly sanitised and will able to be bandaged up." Aria gave him a nod of understanding, her gentle hands clasping around his rough calloused one. The two shared a moment of intense eye contact, neither of them daring to speak a word. When it became clear to the both of them that they could no longer keep it up Aria broke contact, reaching for the long roll of bandages, a small blush rising to her cheeks.

"What was he doing here?" Aria dared to enquire.

"That's none of your concern." Snape replied simply, his tone turning sour once again.

The room went silent for a minute or two before Snape chose to break the ice.

"Now that I have you here, care to explain your little display of affection with the Weasley twins the other day." Snape spoke, his gaze flickering between the woman's face and her delicate hands which wound the bandage carefully around his palm and wrist.

"Oh, I thought you knew!" Aria responded, caught off guard by his sudden interest. "Before I came to Hogwarts I lived with the Weasley's at the borrow for a good few months. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were friends with my mother, they really helped me settle in before coming here. The twins and I got to know each other quite well, we had become good friends over the summer."

"Mmmmm." Severus hummed. "I am quite sure I know why they wanted to get know you so well. Hormonal teenage boys can only have one motivation."

Aria scoffed shaking her head at what the man was insinuating.

"Oh come off it Severus, we were friends, nothing more. Besides, their my students now, I plan on keeping a profession relationship between us, just as my grandfather asked." She smiled, tying a small knot in Snape's bandage to finish the job.

"There good as new." She smirked, her thumb mindless stroking the skin of his wrist.

"Perfect." Snape retorted.

Both Aria and Severus stood to attention, almost simultaneously. The space between them slowly closing in on itself as they felt themselves being drawn towards each other. Deep and low breaths were the only sound filling the room as the two stood almost chest to chest, tension building between then by the second.

Shaking themselves back to reality, Aria took a few steps away from Severus and towards the door, feeling she had fulfilled her stay and did not want to risk overstaying her welcome.

"Surely there would have been an easier way to fix this? Don't you have a potion or something to heal it instantly." Aria wondered aloud, hand clasped tightly around the old iron door handle, only just now coming fully back to reality.

"I might do." He shrugged.

"The why did I waste both our times sitting here bandaging you up?" She cried, though she wasn't nearly as mad as she let on.

"You amused me with your panicked nature, I wanted to see how well you worked under pressure. None-the-less this would will heal just as well without the use of magic and I will be once again back to normal."

"God help us all." Aria laughed, pleased to see Severus had not taken her comment to heart. And with that she was gone.

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salt-warrior · 3 years

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WHEN EARTH TURNS TO ASHES

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Chapter Ten: Overprotective Shadow

Lights faded in and out between Cinder's dreams of the past. Dreams of a mother who only wanted her to be happy, of a boy who loved her, a sister that idolized her, and a friend who tried to find a cure for Selene's problem. All of them were painful.

The mental agony of Cinder's dreams dulled the pain of reality for a short time. She wondered if she had finally died—if She had found a way to kill her yet— but Cinder couldn't remember anything. The last thing she could recall was driving to school, and then–

A sudden jolt shot through Cinder, her eyes snapping open as memories flooded her mind. The accident, the fire, the boy. What had happened to the boy? What if I killed him, too, Cinder worried. But no, it shouldn't work like that. Don't they have to love me?

"Even my wildest fantasies couldn't imagine you being this hot awake."

Cinder flinched, turning to see a boy sitting next to her. She hadn't noticed him before, and maybe that had been for the best. His mere presence agitated her.

Could it be him? Selene looked into the man's eyes; they were a clear crystal blue. No, her savior had born eyes of copper and flames.

"No pun intended." The annoying man winked, leaning back in the plastic hospital chair. He had sandy brown hair, a strong jaw, and an easy smile accompanied by the dimples of a church boy. He wore tennis shoes, blue jeans and a Star Wars t-shirt with Han Solo on the front and captioned "I know."

Cinder frowned. The boy smiled. "Who the hell–"

"Ah, no need for blatant questioning and accusations." The man stuck out his right hand, a crooked, wicked smile on his face. "Carswell Thorne, at your service." He cupped his left hand to the side of his mouth, as if he were telling her a secret. "But you can just call me Thorne."

Cinder blinked, and Thorne lowered his hand, smile disappearing. "Where's all your fire?" Thorne exclaimed, giving her a questioning glance. Cinder glared at him, and he seemed to realize his mistake. "I mean your personality, not the car stuff," Thorne clarified.

"Why are you here? I don't know you," Cinder croaked, her voice scraggy from lack of use. "Where's..." Cinder was about to ask for someone she knew— someone who loved her— but they were all dead.

"Am I that disappointing?" Thorne inquired, exasperated.

"I mean," Cinder clarified. "Where's the boy with the eyes?" she flushed, realizing how stupid she sounded, but she had only seen the eyes of her savior, nothing more.

Thorne stuck out his jaw, his face perplexed. "I'm a boy, I have eyes, I feel like I meet your expectations just fine."

Cinder huffed, wanting to strangle Thorne the more she talked to him. "There was a boy who pulled me out of my burning car. Where is he?" Cinder felt her stomach roll with dread. What if I killed him too?

"Oh, you mean Crown. He's not here." Thorne nodded his head like a complacent beach boy. "Speaking of which, I should probably call him. He's a little too excited to meet you. A bit like a puppy." Thorne rolled his eyes. "Well, I guess you've already met, but you were a little out of it. Understandably."

Cinder hit him. Not hard, but a simple backhand to the shoulder. She was done with this man, who she had never met before, and his stupidity.

"Aces, ow! What was that for, Selene?" Thorne put a hand to where Cinder had struck him, his face indignant. He was so caught up in his "injury" that he didn't notice Cinder freeze, her face pale as parchment. "Sel–"

Throwing herself forward, Cinder covered his mouth with her uninjured hand. Pain laced her entire left side, but she didn't stop. Thorne's muffled protests pursued, and he tried to get Cinder's hand away from his pie hole. Cinder refused to let go, too scared of what would happen if he said her name. That was until he licked Cinder's hand. She retreated immediately. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he died.

"What the aces and spades?" Thorne exclaimed, scrunching his nose. "Look, S–"

"Don't call me that!" Cinder yelled, startling Thorne enough to make him drop all his flirtations. "Don't call me S... don't call me that name."

Thorne softened, taking a gentler side to things. His face lost its mischievous gleam, and he leaned forward in his seat. "Okay, what do you want me to call you then?"

There was a slight shock to seeing this calming side of Thorne. She wouldn't have believed he had a tame side if she hadn't seen it staring into her face. "Cinder. Call me Cinder."

Thorne's face contorted with horror, and then he seemed to be attempting to hold in laughter. Apparently his considerate side wasn't that strong. "You're kidding. You're..." Thorne looked at Cinder's face, taking in her expression before sobering. "You're not kidding."

Cinder glared. She wouldn't much mind if her gaze caused him to alight in flames. "Okay, Cinder," Thorne said. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna call your boyfriend. Like I said, he wants to see you." Cinder continued to glare, but didn't stop him.

Pulling out his phone, Thorne dialed a well acquainted number, fingers dancing. It only took one ring for a frantic voice to answer on the other end. Cinder could hear the faint voice of a boy, though not what he was saying.

Cinder kept her eyes on Thorne, making sure he didn't say her name. Apparently Thorne had the memory of a goldfish.

"Yeah, Sel–" Cinder interrupted Thorne with another backhand. "Ow! Would you stop that?" Thorne pulled the phone away from his face, glaring at Cinder.

"I told you not to call me that!" Cinder bellowed.

"I remember that, thanks." Thorne remarked sarcastically.

"Obviously you didn't, because you just called me that." Cinder huffed, feeling too drained to argue with such gusto.

"Well, Kai won't recognize you by any other name! That's what the nurse said your name was. I'm sorry that you're sour about it," Thorne bit back.

"Just don't call me that name," Cinder growled.

"Fine." Thorne turned back to his phone, bafflement coloring his face like paint. "The girl," Thorne glared at Cinder pointedly, "she's awake. And I've got to admit, I much preferred her asleep."

Cinder scowled, but refrained from hitting Thorne again. She was so tired, and the annoyance it took to simply engage in a conversation with Thorne was draining. She only half-listened to the rest of his conversation, before her mind spun into blackness.

***

Kai glanced into a window. It was dark enough that he could see his reflection, and the way his hair was a complete mess. He ran a hand through it to tame the tangles, wishing for once he had followed Thorne's advice on how maintain his hair. Kai hated putting gel in, though.

What are you doing? Kai asked himself. She just woke up from a coma, and why do you even care? She's just a girl. But she wasn't just a girl.

The hospital was busy, people flitting in and out of rooms as visitor hours drew towards a close. Kai's body was vibrating with nervous energy. He was finally going to be able to talk to her. He would talk to Selene.

Cinder.

Kai was confused by the name change, but Thorne had been adamant about it, complaining of bruises as he relayed the information to Kai. Of course some people hated what their parents named them. Kai himself despised being called Kaito, but Cinder wasn't even close to Selene. Kai had thought it was a joke at first, Thorne being inappropriate as always, but it wasn't.

No nurses stood in with Cinder as she lay nearly motionless on her bed. She was awake, staring down her arm at the patched skin that had once been burns, dark hair falling down around her face.

The treatment they had used on her was new, and worked on healing skin incredibly fast. Already Cinder's flesh was looking healthy, and only a little bit patchy and pink in some parts. Kai marveled at the progress that had happened in only ten days.

"Hey," Kai tapped his knuckles lightly on her door, startling Cinder from her awe. Looking at her sent shivers down Kai's spine. He remembered the first time he'd seen her, surrounded by fire, and how he'd thought she looked like an avenging angel. Even without the fire she still had a blaze about her that made her seem dark and powerful.

Selene always had a darkness about her— almost as if her shadow was a living being there to torture her forever. Kai shook Cress's words away, although not before noticing that Cinder did seem to have an overprotective shadow.

"You look really good." Kai smiled, before feeling his stomach fall. "I mean, you always looked good. You never looked bad. I was just meaning that you look better. Your skin is looking great." Kai cringed. Your skin is looking great? He sounded like a creep.

"That came out wrong." Kai said, biting his lip before sighing exasperatedly. "What I meant to say is that you've healed a lot since I last saw you."

Cinder stared at him, not saying a word. Her eyes were huge and brown and beautiful. Kai looked away from them, knowing that if he continued to gaze into her eyes he would never be able to look away.

"My name is Kai, by the way." Kai said, sitting down in the cold plastic seat. "Well, it's Kaito, Kaito Crown, but only my father really calls me that. You can just call me Kai." He didn't know why he was babbling so much. Kai hardly ever babbled, and it was only when he was nervous.

"I don't know if you remember me. You were basically unconscious, but you did look at me for a few seconds before blacking out." Cinder blinked, still not speaking. Kai wondered if Thorne had been making up the story about her beating him up. She was so mellow.

"I'm also sorry about Thorne. He's a pain, but he means well. I asked him to stay with you while I was... away." Kai didn't know why he wasn't telling her about his visit to Olympia. She had a right to know that he had gone snooping in her business, but something about her stare and the rejection of her name made Kai think she wouldn't be too happy about it.

"Why'd you do it?" Cinder whispered, her voice defiant.

Kai froze. Did she know that he had been investigating her past? Kai had told Thorne not to tell her, but he never was good at keeping secrets. "Do what?"

"Save me." Cinder's voice was as cold as her stare. Kai worried that the floor would open up and he would be sucked down to Hell.

It was such an odd question. In the moment of the crash, there had been no other answer than to save the girl on fire. It hadn't been a multiple choice test; his only option had been to save her.

"It was the right thing to do. The only thing, really. I couldn't just leave you there," Kai muttered, wringing his hands together. He didn't dare glance at Cinder— he could feel her burning gaze.

"Oh, so you're the noble type. You could have gotten yourself killed, or terribly injured. You shouldn't have done it," Cinder snapped.

"Well, I'm fine. You're alive, and I wouldn't change anything about it. I'm sorry if I disappointed you." Kai felt attacked. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was being attacked, but he was going to consider all of the possibilities.

Cinder sagged, her shoulders closing in toward her chest and her face cracking. "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant." She paused, then whispered, "Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome," Kai murmured, feeling undeserving of her thanks. It physically hurt Kai to look at her showing so much pain and humility. She was just a girl—a teenager—and she deserved to be saved. She deserved to be loved, and she had never gotten that.

"Listen, Cinder," Kai moved closer to her. "Can I ask you why you changed your name?"

Kai had crossed a line. He could tell by the way Cinder tensed up, regret and guilt stabbing him the moment the words had left his lips. Why did he have to be so rude and nosy? She was lying in a hospital bed feeling terrible, and Kai had brought up something to make her feel even worse.

"No. You can't." Cinder's eyes filled with rage. "Nor are you allowed to ask me why I ran away from home or why I have no emergency contact or anything else about my life."

"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up." Kai curled in on himself, moving away from Cinder. He felt defenseless against her words, and terrible guilt was eating at him for digging into her past without permission. He felt like a trespasser.

"You may think that I'll worship you just because you saved me, but I didn't ask you to." Cinder's words cut like knives. "I may owe you my life, but you won't get my past."

Kai nodded, choking on the words that he should have been saying. He needed to apologize, but the only thing that came out was: "I– I think I should go."

Cinder didn't even look at him as he walked out the door.

#when earth turns to ashes #wetta #a burning world #kaider fanficiton #tlc fanfiction #marissa meyer #tlc #the lunar chronicles #lunar chronicles #linh cinder #selene blackburn #prince kai #emperor kai #carswell thorne #cress darnel #iko #kaider #salt warrior stories

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Betrayal

It had been a day or two after he texted Guin with what he saw. Geno laid in his bed, his brow stuck in a permanent troubled frown, tail whipping about in agitation. Damn it! How was he supposed to go through with something as admitting his own adoptive father had committed crimes against Arkankind?! He was barely still coming to terms with the whole situation as is.

He knew how... infatuated Silver was for Veryn, but he never knew it ran so deep, deep enough that Silver would literally break his moral code, deep enough to go against everything that he was taught by his old master, Van. And for what? Because it was Veryn? Because he thought maybe this would get him into Veryn’s good graces?

Geno’s metal claws curled. Did Silver not know how Veryn operated? Veryn hardly cared for anyone, if at all. He certainly didn’t give a damn about the “outcasts” of society squirming around and trying to survive in the Depths, who were actually pretty decent folks that got tossed a bad hand in life (of course there were also some of your typical crazies down there too, but that couldn’t be helped). Silver had to be kidding himself to think Veryn remotely liked him.

But if Veryn didn’t care, a part of Geno reminded him, why would he entrust Silver with something so demonizing that it could ruin their careers and lives forever? Veryn could have told this to anyone else, certainly someone a lot less suspicious and a lot less dirt on their person to hold this info. But therein lay the problem of who else had the expertise to work on and repair such a project, a project that, from all the notes that Geno bore witness to, was an undertaking that was near impossible to upkeep alone, and required someone with intimate expertise in building and engineering.

Specifically, building and engineering around organic parts.

“Old Man, you stubborn idiot,” Geno grumbled, sitting up from his bed. “You really can’t see what he’s doing, don’t you?”

There was no other way around it. Silver was in this much too deep and Veryn would continue to dig this hole for them both.

He had to end this, had to stop Veryn from using the Old Man like this... even if it meant the Old Man got exiled because of his actions.

----

He went back to the computer lab that evening when the Arkan was busy on a project. The touchpad was in the same place as it was the last time, although when Geno opened and unlocked the screen, it revealed the black folder that contained all of the info on Cercil, with some new notes added. They weren’t much, just a quick addendum about a possible spec change to the cybers. Interesting, he wondered. The Old Man must have been in a rush if he was this sloppy with closing out of sensitive information. This was incriminating on major levels. Somebody could have infiltrated it and snatched all of his data and he would be none the wiser. If Van were alive, he’d rip him apart for such carelessness.

Then again, Van would tear him a new one for going along with Veryn’s plans anyways.

He plugged in his USB port into the tablet, tapped a few buttons on it. Of course, it was met with resistance and code, a safety measure to keep intruders from stealing material. Not unexpected, Geno would have been more surprised if there was no resistance at all. However, it was surprisingly easy to slip by any encryptions made as he brushed aside warnings and firewalls. Then again, it could've been the skills that he learned from his Old Man that made this a cakewalk. How painfully ironic.

He made two separate copies as he downloaded the files: one to the USB, the other to his phone. It was an accident, this piece of equipment. He wanted a normal USB but got this one instead. He at first found it mildly annoying because it meant less storage space on his phone (it would automatically send stuff to his phone’s drive, and he would need to delete it for privacy and space, and he still hadn’t found a way to override the function). Now he was grateful he never shipped it back. Wireless USBs were incredible - and deathly expensive, it was a wonder he got this one for so cheap.

He sat down, waiting, keeping a keen eye out. It was a large amount of files to download, and he didn't need (or afford) interruptions. Doubt swam in his head, but he kept reminding himself of his mission’s purpose. It was to stop Veryn from using the Old Man, to stop both of them from creating such... atrocities. Silver was a large supporter of the Accords, especially since he didn't condone the whole cyberizing of the Starmen anyways, which made this whole situation all the more convoluted.

"Old Man, you're smarter than this... so why?" Geno murmured to himself, hugging his knees to his chest. "I don't understand... what do you see in him that would make you go this far?" His tail thumped hard on the ground, resolute. “Whatever the reason, this ends here.”

A charming *ping* signaled the data had finally transferred over to both the USB and the phone. He ejected the USB, double checking to ensure corruption didn't occur during the transfer. Success! Now, he could send them straight to Guin! Although he needed one copy for proof, it didn’t hurt to have another as a backup-

crack!

“Ah, shit!” A violent burst of energy saw the USB in his hands disintegrate in a wad of flames, the Arkan batting away the embers quickly. What the hell was that all about?!

“That’s as far as you get, boy.”

Geno’s blood chilled at the entrance of Silver, his violet eyes glowing in anger and disapproval. “Old Man, how’d you-”

“You didn’t think there weren’t any cameras in this room? That I didn’t see you on the monitors?” The tablet floated up to Silver’s hands, where the old engineer exited the folders and promptly locked them back up, a lot more securely this time. “Now, what in the damned stars were you thinking snooping around in that folder?”

“What was I thinking?” The fear that gripped Geno’s heart was replaced with his own anger and a righteous boldness. “I was thinking of stopping you, that’s what! Everything involving this... this thing, this abomination against nature... against Arkankind... it’s madness!”

“It’s progress, Geno,” Silver countered, teleporting the tablet away - no doubt to his more personal study where it couldn’t be accessed. “Sometimes in order to achieve the unattainable, you must dirty your hands where no else will. Veryn understands that as well as anyone.”

“Veryn’s a jaded old man that only cares about himself,” Geno spat vehemently. “Case in point with this whole base, sending us out here in the middle of nowhere practically defenseless. We needed mercs to protect ourselves for stars’ sake! When hasn’t he done something that he tries to justify by “a means to an end” excuse, huh?”

“What he does is for the whole of the Homeworld, even if some of what he does may not seem favorable to the public.”

“Really? Then what do you call the damn cyborg? Is Veryn planning on turning Arkans into super soldiers now? Are you seriously supporting a man that decides to play pull apart and put back together with another Arkan?”

“Enough.”

The flare of cold wrath in the veteran engineer’s tone was forceful to halt Geno in his tracks, and the Old Man wasn’t even yelling at him. “You’re much too young to understand a single thing that he’s doing, and I will not have you ruin those plans for him. You will not have access to any data archive in this base without my express permission and your rights to them will be completely revoked. In addition you will not bring this up with anyone, else I’ll see to it that harsher punishments are doled out. Understood, Geno?”

It was a command, not a request. Geno knew all too well not obeying would cause... but he had come too far to fail now.

Geno’s prosthetic claws curled into fists. “ I thought you were better. I thought you were better than the others on the Council, better than Veryn. I see you’ve become just like them, your vision too narrow to see the wider aspects of things. The only one with any sense is Larzen, only because he knows just how bullshit Homeworld is with its rules. Veryn’s hold on you is too deep at this point.”

But instead of exploding with rage... Geno merely sighed, ears and tail wilting, defeated. “You rescued me all those years ago... and I’m grateful for that. But with everything you’ve told me just now... I almost wish you didn’t, if I knew you were going to follow in the footsteps of the most untrustworthy leader in the cosmos out of blind faith.”

Before the older Arkan could react to such an emotional wound, Geno warped away, leaving Silver alone.

(Silver and Geno are available for asks.)

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Something Different {BBC Dracula x Reader} [5]

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~^*^~

For the umpeenth time, you blew out your teeth. You were beyond frustrated. The vampire still sat comfortably in your armchair sent you a quizzical look but went back to the book in hand. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, cursing Joanne K Rowling for publishing such captivating books.

Losing patience with the way you were lying, you rolled over to lie on your stomach, stretching your body out like some sort of feline. You groaned in annoyance. Your clock signalled that it was 2am. Your body was exhausted but your mind was racing. There was no way that you could sleep with Dracula present and now that you had invited him, you suspected he would come and go as he pleased. You twisted your head to look backwards and eyed him. His eyes scanned every page, his fingers flicking over to continue to journey of the boy who lived. He seemed engrossed in the words and you knew he had hours to kill.

Once more, you made a noise of discomfort and rolled back on to your back.

“Stop that.” His smooth voice suddenly broke the silence.

“Stop what?” You challenged, your main goal being to drive him away so you could rest.

“Stop making noises. It’s awfully distracting and as you can see, I’m trying to read.”

“Calm down, Hermione.”

“Only if you shut up, Ronald.”

That landed the vampire a pillow straight in the face which made the book topple out of his hands and clatter to the ground. As the pillow fell into his lap, Dracula was glaring at you. If looks could kill...

“What on earth is wrong with you?” He inquired softly. He was angry, yet he remained calm.

“I want to sleep.”

“I told you - I’m not stopping you.” He arched over to retrieve the book.

“I’m not sleeping with you over there.” You narrowed your eyes at him and he sighed gently.

“Alright, alright,” he cooed, “I understand.”

For a moment, your heart leapt with naive joy. He was finally going to leave! You watched, heart thumping with happiness as he rose from the chair. His arm extended out a little, placing the book down on the top of the chest of draws beside him before he stretched. His wingspan was huge and further emphasised his size. You felt so greedy for sleep and with Dracula appearing to finally leave, you would be able to indulge in a few hours of rest. He relaxed his body before pacing over to your window, which was on the opposite side of the room to the door. Did he plan on jumping out? Was he going to make a grand exit?

As luck would have it, he did not make it to the window, instead, he arched around the room to come to the other side of your double bed and you held your breath in both anxiety and anger as the bed shifted and he was lying beside you. When you eyed him, he was on his side, looking down at you. He had a smile on his face, the same smile you had gotten used to where it tugged at the corners of his lips. It gave him a boyish charm and you couldn’t help but feel frustrated with him.

The bastard.

“Better?” He inquired, clearly trying to hold back a bigger smile.

“I think I may have to kill you, Drac.” You grumbled, “I definitely can’t sleep now.”

“[First], what do I need to do to gain your trust?” He asked lowly.

His hand came out and his cold fingers brushed against the plump flesh of your cheek. A strand of hair that had caught on your lips. He tugged it away, secretly revelling in the warmth of your skin. You exhaled slowly once his fingers left your cheek. He looked at the way the low light in the room cast a hue over your face. You glowed with life and succulence. How he managed to control himself when it came to you was a mystery. He had somehow done the same with Sister Agatha, but with you, there was something different.

He was curious at how you chose to be around him despite how scared you were of him. He was curious as to how you held your composure so well. His mind slipped back to the night on the pier. Seconds after he had clutched onto you and sent you both hurtling down towards the sea. You had locked your arms around him in sheer terror and you had forced your head up into his chest. He didn’t know if you remembered your panic-induced reaction, but the way your warmth surrounded him in that moment had not quite left him yet.

The sound of your voice drew him out of his thoughts and when he focused on you, you had turned to lie in the same position as him, facing him.

“Did you hear me?” You inquired softly.

“I must confess that I did not. My mind wandered there for a second. Would you mind repeating what you said?” A sheepish grin took place on his lips.

“I said that you needed to stop bruising me, for starters.” You grinned.

“Now why would I do that?” He playfully asked, “you look absolutely ravishing with my mark on you.” You couldn’t tell if it was a compliment or a threat for more, but either way, it sent a small spark through you.

“Perhaps to you, to everyone else...”

“Pay no mind to their stares, darling.”

“It’s hard when you know everyone is judging you and thinking that you’re into some awful BDSM or something.”

“Sorry?” He cocked his head, “whats that?”

You couldn’t help but scoff. It had slipped your mind that the man you were talking to was over five centuries old. He looked down at you, eyes filling with curiosity. You then couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips.

“I’m being serious, [First].” He stated, “you must indulge me by explaining it to me.”

“I’ll tell you when you’re older.” You chuckled.

“I’m already over five hundred years old.” He smirked, “now, come, tell me.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

As your laughter wore off, the wave of exhaustion that overcame you rendered you paralysed for a moment. Your eyes grew heavy and burnt with the realisation that they were still open and still being used.

Dracula noticed the sudden shift in your aura and shuffled just a little closer. He watched as you slowly sank down until your head hit the pillow. You sighed. Your eyes were fighting hard to close but you couldn’t give in.

You could not allow yourself to fall asleep with a vampire beside you. Although he had spoken true words about had he wanted to devour you, he would have done it already, you couldn’t help but feel like he was playing a sick game with you.

“Please go to sleep, [First]. I swear I shall keep my promise.” His voice was no higher than a whisper and due to this, it deepened by an octave. It washed over you and lulled you ever closer to sleep. You yawned.

“I’ll do you a deal...” you slurred with the exhaustion that had seemingly hit you out of nowhere.

“Go on, I’m never one to shy away from a good bargain.” He encouraged.

“If you let me live,” a yawn, “I’ll send you to the most,” a second yawn, “promising meal...”

What kind of thought you were having when promising him this was both dangerous and stupid. In exchange for your own life, you were willing to send a vampire to end another’s? You truly were something else. Dracula’s brow arched and just as your eyes began to flutter, your phone began to vibrate violently.

You jolted up. Your fingers grasped at the bedside table for the device and when you did, you noticed a text message. Dracula tried to get a snoop at the screen but you twisted away from him so that he couldn’t look.

[Zoe: are you okay?]

[You: yes.]

[Zoe: he’s there isn’t he? why did you invite him in?]

[You: it’s my job.]

[Zoe: you are so reckless. I’ve doubled security. If anything happens, scream.]

[You: don’t worry. I will be ok.]

Your phone vibrated once more, however you ignored it and opted to throw it somewhere on the floor. You didn’t care for looking after it at the moment. You only wished to sleep.

Dracula neared you once more and used his hand to guide you back to a lying position. Your eyes began to water with the tension of being open whilst you were so exhausted. His fingers worked at the skin of your jawline, the coolness a nice contrast to the burning air. It lulled you enough to shut your eyes.

You prayed that your offer was enough to keep him from sinking his teeth into you whilst you were asleep.

And you slipped into slumber.

~^*^~

When you awoke the following day, your hands flew to your neck once you gained consciousness. Although you could feel nothing, it didn’t stop you from rushing to the bathroom and double checking that no mark except for the bruise was suddenly on your skin. You sighed in relief. How stupid had you been to fall asleep with Dracula lying right beside you?

As you thought of him, you wondered when he had left. Was it right after you fell asleep? Or did he wait a while? Did he finish the book? You continued the questions in your mind as you moved around your home, picking up stray items that needed replacing. Clearly he’d been snooping during your slumber.

When you arrived in your kitchen, your eyes locked with the hands of the clock. 12:43am. You panicked then, realising that you were meant to be seeing a client in just 17 minutes. You immediately rushed upstairs, finding your phone placed neatly on your bedside table. You couldn’t remember if you had placed it there. It didn’t matter. You quickly dialled Zoe’s number and explained to her that you had overslept and would be calling in sick. After assuring her no less than seven times that you hadn’t been bitten, she let you go. Just as you hung up, a text came through.

[unknown: I’ll be back tonight. Keep the door unlocked. I hope you slept well - D]

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elliemarchetti · 4 years

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Red Queen Pride and Prejudice AU (Part 4)

I wanted not to publish this part until I had reached at least a dozen notes on the third, but I’m a clown and I wanted to share this so bad, so, here we are. Hope someone is still interested, hope someone could enjoy something so silly in this trying times.

Tag list: @lilyharvord

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The day passed practically as the previous one: Miss Samos and Lady Haven spent a few hours with Wren, whose health continued, albeit slowly, to improve, and in the evening Mare joined the others in the living room. The table game, however, hadn’t been organized and the General was writing to his grandmother while Miss Samos, sitting next to him, controlled the progress of the letter, of a considerable length, and continually diverted his attention with messages for the recipient and congratulations for her friend’s handwriting and the regularity of the lines which, together with the complete disinterest with which they were received, formed a curious dialogue, in perfect coincidence with the opinion she had of both.

“You write at an extraordinary speed.”

"I'm sorry to admit you're wrong, in fact, I write rather slowly."

"How many letters do you have the opportunity to write in the course of a year?" she asked, though she didn't seem particularly interested in the answer. "Many will be about business. I guess you’ll find them hateful. I certainly would."

"Your guesses are becoming less and less correct day by day, my dear Evangeline," he replied, sardonically, and although she didn't seem particularly pleased with the answer, she asked him to tell her grandmother that she wished to see her again as soon as possible, which she must have already done, given his reaction. A brief period of time passed, in which all three were silent, when she started again , this time asking him if she should fix his pen, but the General replied he was fine and that it was anyway a job he always did by himself. The more time passed, the more Mare could understand that young man, whose pride was gradually diminishing, revealing he was actually unable to converse or stay in a company, a sign he must’ve had a cold and rigorous childhood, without friends or confidants, full of mentors and teachers, books and lessons.

"You always write her letters so long and beautiful?” she asked, and just then her brother walked in, accompanied by Lady Haven, which annoyed Mare a little, since she still hoped he and Wren could soon begin an official courtship.

"They are generally long, but as for always being beautiful, it’s not my job to judge,” replied the General who, although he had registered the newcomers, didn’t lift his head from the sheet.

"For me, it’s a certainty: a person capable of writing a long letter can't easily misspell," interjected Lady Haven, who had quickly rushed to snoop in turn. Mare didn’t agree with her, anyone could write long letters, even with a not particularly large vocabulary and a bad grammar, yet she said nothing, determined not to draw further attention to herself and too interested in the conversation, which had shifted to the General's use of extremely refined terms, evidently also in the letters addressed to his friends, something in sharp contrast with the writing style of Mr. Samos, which his sister defined as a set of sloppy scribbles.

"My ideas flow so quickly that I don't have the time to express them, hence sometimes my correspondents can't understand practically anything."

"It means that you let your heart write and not your mind," Mare commented, "and this does you credit, because you show yourself vulnerable to the people you love, something in stark contrast to your character with the rest of your acquaintances."

Mr. Samos seemed surprised by the compliment, while the General didn’t seem to like it, but Mare wasn’t in the mood to endure his malevolent comments, which always showed an ill-concealed wickedness and a stubborn decision to contradict her, so, before he could reply, she asked him if he didn't care about the influence of friendship and affection.

"The respect for the writer often leads me to overlook possible errors of little importance, but I would do better, perhaps, to wait for Mr. Samos to write something for my eyes before judging."

"It wouldn’t be advisable, before pursuing this topic, to agree with a little more precision on the degree of importance to be attached to this letter, as well as on the degree of intimacy existing between the parties?" the General asked, and before Mare could reply, it was the person directly interested who interrupted the discussion, which almost resembled a quarrel, with a joke, bringing his friend to end his task , while the three young ladies devoted themselves to analyzing the music sheets placed on the grand piano that dominated the right side of the room. Lady Haven sang with her friend, and while the two were busy, Mare couldn’t help but notice how the General's gaze stopped very often on her. She certainly couldn't suppose to be the object of the admiration of such a great man and that he looked at her because he disliked her would be even stranger. Eventually, she could only imagine that he turned his attention to her because there was nothing more out of place and reprehensible, according to his ideas of correctness, in any other person present. The hypothesis didn’t bother her: she liked him too little to hold on to his approval. After playing some Italian songs, Miss Samos started something more lively, and soon after General Calore, approaching Mare, asked her if she didn’t feel the strong desire to take the opportunity to dance. She smiled, but didn't answer. He repeated the question, a little surprised from what could be interpreted as a shy reaction. The truth was that she had heard him the first time, but had found herself undecided on what to answer, as she was sure that her interlocutor hoped for her assent, so he could denigrate her good taste, but for her it was always pleasant to upset these kinds of plans and deprive people of their premeditated contempt, so she replied negatively, with the sole purpose of offending him just as she had been offended by his comment when he called her not beautiful enough to tempt him. He, however, was incredibly gallant and found himself thinking that if it weren't for her humble origins, he would’ve found himself in serious danger because that young woman had bewitched him like no one before. Though she seemed too busy at first to notice, Miss Samos saw everything, and her strong impatience for Wren's recovery was somewhat reinforced by a desire to get rid of Mare, which risked to seriously jeopardize her plan. In this regard, she tried to instil in Cal a dislike for her own guest, talking to him about the alleged marriage and offering him a glimpse of the happiness that would follow such a union.

"I hope," she said, as they were walking in the grove next day, "that you’ll give your mother-in-law some advice, when this desirable event takes place, about the advantages of holding her tongue, and that you can limit the younger girl’s desire to run after officers, not to mention the delicate subject of your lady’s presumption and impertinence.”

"Do you have anything else to propose for my domestic happiness?" he asked, but before Evangeline could answer they ran into Lady Haven and Mare herself, coming from another path.

“I didn’t know you were going to take a walk,” she noted, a little embarrassed for fear of having been heard.

"You treated us horribly," Lady Haven replied, glaring at her, "running away without telling us you were going out."

Then, taking the General's free arm, she left Mare to walk alone. The path had room only for three and when the young man realized the rudeness he immediately proposed to move to the avenue, but Mare, who had no intention of staying with them, replied laughingly, before walking away with a brief farewell, that they formed a charming group and that a fourth person would ruined the picturesque appearance. From the window, Wren, who had felt strong enough to get up, saw everything and decided that she would come downstairs for a couple of hours that night. Making sure she was well protected from the cold, Mare accompanied her into the living room, where she was greeted by her two friends with many manifestations of joy; she had never found them more pleasant as in the hour that passed before the gentlemen’s appearance, and the demonstration that their remarkable ability to converse weren’t limited only to describing precisely the receptions they had attended but it was also extended to reporting anecdotes with a sense of humour and laughing at their acquaintances made her feel invigorated nearly as much as Ptolemus’ attentions who, on his arrival, spent the first half hour poking the fire and made sure she sat on the side of the fireplace farthest from the door. When he finally sat down next to her, he barely spoke to the others, which Mare noted with great pleasure. Once they had tea, Lucas Samos reminded his cousin of the game table, but in vain: Lady Haven had learned, in a completely confidential way, that the General hated cards and the few times he had played it had been only to not offend them, so suddenly everyone had lost interest in it, and seemed much more determined to devote themselves to reading, although Miss Samos's attention was much more concerned with checking the progress of the one she wished to make her husband soon than to read her own book; she never stopped asking him questions or peeking the pages, but she couldn't draw him into the conversation as he just answered her questions and kept on reading. Finally, completely exhausted from her attempts to amuse herself with her own tome, which she had chosen only because it was the second volume of his, she gave a loud yawn and said: "How pleasant it is to spend an evening in this way! I feel like saying that basically there is no entertainment like reading! How quickly one gets tired of anything other than a book! When I have my own home, I would feel really miserable not to have an excellent library. "

No one replied, then she yawned again, put aside what, in her words, should’ve been her new favourite pastime, and glanced around the room for some amusement when, hearing that her brother was talking to Miss Skonos about a dance, she immediately turned to him, reminding him that for some of those present a dance would be nothing but torture. It was evident that the dig was thrown at the General, but he let his friend answer for him and raised his head only when Mare joined Miss Samos, by invitation, to stretch her legs. The platinum-haired young woman invited him too but he refused, noting that he could only imagine two reasons for that choice to walk back and forth in the room, both of which his participation would interfere. Miss Samos was dying to know what he meant, and as Mare was of no help to her, she insisted on her childhood friend, who replied that the first reason was that the two women had suddenly become intimate and had private affairs to discuss, and the second was to be admired, which he would’ve been able to do much better while sitting.

"I've never heard something so disgusting!” exclaimed Miss Samos. “How will we punish him for such a speech?”

"Nothing easier, if only you feel like it," Mare said, perplexed by the fact that her interlocutor had taken her by the arm, as if they were great friends. "We are always able to torment and punish each other. Tease him, laugh at him. As intimate as you are, you sure know how to."

"On my honour, I don't know. I assure you that intimacy still hasn’t taught me to tease such a quiet temperament without losing in the attempt, and as for laughing, we shouldn’t expose ourselves for laughing for no reason. I suppose he can congratulate himself.”

"Miss Samos gives me more credit than how much is due. The wisest and best of men, or better, the wisest and best of his deeds, can be made ridiculous by a person whose main purpose in life is to joke."

"Sure," Mare replied, "there are people like that, but I hope I'm not one of them. I hope I never ridicule what is wise and good. Extravagance and nonsense, tantrums and absurdities amuse me, I admit, and I laugh at it every time I can. But these things, I suppose, are just the ones from which you are immune."

"Maybe this isn’t possible for anyone, but in life I’ve always tried to avoid those weaknesses which often expose even a remarkable intelligence to ridicule," he replied, and it soon became apparent that a conversation of that rank would only take place between the two of them, though it also attracted Lucas and Elane’s attention.

"Even vanity and pride, then."

"Yes, vanity is undoubtedly a weakness. But pride... where there is real superiority of intellect, pride will always be under careful control."

Mare had to hid a smile, and Evangeline, who hadn’t understood what had just happened, asked her what the outcome of her study was.

"I am perfectly convinced that General Calore doesn’t have flaws. He himself admits it without a doubt."

"I've never demanded such a thing," he corrected her. "I have several flaws, but they don’t concern, I hope, the intellect, even if I certainly cannot vouch for my character, which I believe is very little accommodating, certainly too little in the eyes of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of others as much as I should, nor the offenses done to me. My feelings don't shift at each attempt to move them, my character could perhaps be called touchy and my respect once lost is lost forever."

"This is a real flaw!" Mare exclaimed. "A relentless grudge is a stain in a character, but as a flaw it’s chosen well, so I can't really laugh at it. In mine opinion, you’re safe."

"In every temperament there is, I believe, a tendency to some particular sin, a natural imperfection that not even the better education can defeat,” he went on, "and if in my case it may seem that I hate everyone, which isn’t true, in yours it certainly is obstinacy in misunderstand them."

Mare would’ve liked to continue that conversation, but Miss Samos, tired of hre inability to take part in it, proposed to make some music and after a brief moment of reflection, Cal decided that it wasn’t a bad idea: he was beginning to clearly feel the danger of giving Miss Barrow too much attention.

#pride and prejudice au #p&p #red queen au #marecal #ptolewren #mare barrow #cal calore #ptolemus samos #wren skonos #evangeline samos #elane haven #lucas samos #anabel lerolan

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tonyspiderchild · 4 years

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A Lesson Well Delivered

You can read it here on AO3 if you want: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24264514

The Coronavirus had caused so many schools and non essential places to shut down while that was happening. New York was the hardest hit place in the country and more than ever people were being restricted from going out.

Tony could not stop worrying about his spider child. When the threat first began he became concerned and was watching extra carefully. The baby monitor was on at all times because of the scare. This time it was not just Tony watching, but Pepper also watched.

Both had admitted long ago that Peter was their child; he may not have their blood but they would do anything to protect him. They had spoken to May if they would be able to adopt Peter as their own. Luckily they had been able to adopt him before the pandemic had hit but kept it a secret from the public until he was at least done with high school.

May had agreed she understood the love they felt for him was genuine and she would not deny it helped that they were there for him. Being a nurse was a lot of work and she was often away on her shifts and could not be there for him as much as she wanted. She surprised herself when she somehow managed to find a happy healthy relationship with Happy. Now due to the virus she was going to have to continue working at the hospital.

Due to the stay at home orders she sent Peter to the tower. While he did have his freakish Spidey powers she was not going to put her kid in danger if it was unnecessary.

Peter was worried about her but he understood May was not going to let him stay with her for any reason because she would not want to put him in danger.

He had arrived at the tower with Happy who was also worried about his girlfriend. Happy would be staying with them however he had requested a different floor so he wouldn’t intrude on the family of 3.

Peter had patrolled as Spider-Man for a few days but stopped when his mother and father begged him too. He knew they were really concerned about the whole thing and did not want their baby in danger.

Peter had a super close relationship with both of them. He sat in the living room watching the news panicking over the virus. Tony walked over and sat next to him shutting off the tv and pulling into his arms. Peter couldn’t help but bury his face in his chest to try and calm down.

“Baby, please calm down and stop watching the news. I know you are worried but I do not want you to continue to worry more. You know May calls you every chance she gets to let you know she is okay.” Tony muttered as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Pepper walked in and saw them. She walked over to them on the couch sitting right next to Peter and putting her arms around him as well.

The family of 3 just hugged each other while Pepper and Tony quietly were muttering and loving their child.

May called later to provide her update saying she was fine and that she missed them all while they stood there looking outside at the city looking completely deserted.

Peter sadly still had school while he was doing them online through zoom. He honestly was bored and grateful for not going to school. He had not told his parents he was being bullied and no one believed his “internship” not even the adults. He knew if his parents found out that there would be hell to pay.

The bullying was bad, but he had to admit he was thankful for his two best friends Ned and MJ who were there for him.

Flash was still bitter and would go off on him and honestly it was sad no one did a thing just because his dad had money. It was awful how people would be turning their heads to the other directions.

Everyone saw him as a liar in all honesty. They did not believe for a second that he could have an internship while he was the brightest in the school.

Every Monday through Friday there was a zoom for all his classes as the days passed it started becoming a routine. Mornings and early afternoons would be in classes for zoom while he still had Academic Decathlon on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Later in the day he would help his mom with paperwork and after he would be in the lab with his dad at the end they would watch movies until they fell asleep.

Or more like Peter would fall asleep and Tony would carry him to his room thankfully his spider abilities meant that he was really light. That would help him move around without any trouble.

The sad part about all of this was the abuse he continued to receive from Flash Thompson, as he was still in class through snide comments and even through the chat. The teachers told him to stop provoking him which was something he did not understand.

He was in math class using his Stark laptop that his dad had gotten for his birthday. He could not believe there was a time he was really shy around them now that did not exist. They had sat him down and talked about their feelings for him explaining that they loved him as their own child and if he wanted to call them mom and dad he could. Which changed the dynamic between them now Peter did not feel embarrassed with how close they had gotten.

All the sudden he heard a cold, hateful voice, “What are you thinking about Penis Parker, your nonexisting pathetic life? Or are you trying to come up with another lie about your so-called internship.”

Peter got ready to defend himself but was instantly silenced by his teacher Mr Harrington who scolded Peter for being disruptive and bothering Flash. Or he would find a way to get him detention.

Peter sighed sadly, his school life was not getting better. The principal, Mr. Morita, also was on his case saying pretending he had an internship was against the law and so was pretending that Tony Stark was his guardian.

He threatened to call the police if he tried to do that again. The only reason he had not was because of the pandemic and would not be able to get a case on it since that would not be a pressing concern.

Mr. Morita thought it would be a great thing to get a liar out of his school even if he was the valedictorian he could go and talk to the school board. Although he knew he looked bad going after the star student of his school, showing how he was lying would help his case.

He kept those thoughts from the adults or it could get bad but Peter had overheard and knew about it. While he did feel a little bad he had no regard nor did he care about how he treated Peter.

As the classes continued Peter was exhausted of everything MJ and Ned texted him telling him to ignore them. He did to his best attempt. And continued with the classes. Others while they did not believe him. Did feel a little bad at the way he was treated at the school but said nothing since it was not their business.

The “school” day finally ended of course with so much more taunting from Flash and the teachers reprimanding him.

He was so exhausted that he walked over to his mother who was reading on her iPad. He had been in his room sitting against the wall so that they would not see his own room. He was just thankful no one had ever seen his room at May’s or they would notice the difference. The only ones who knew were Ned and MJ.

She smiled softly at him although she gained a look of concern when she saw him that she put it aside and pulled him into her arms. Peter lay his head on her chest like a small child would and closed his eyes. He fell asleep with his mother softly combing his hair and humming to him. She was concerned that something was going on with his child especially since he was a very bright young man but always looked sad after the zoom sessions.

She wanted to snoop his zoom sessions but also did not want to invade his privacy but he was her child and she had to protect him from everything. She made a deal with herself if this continued another day she would check herself.

She took her iPad back and carefully held it as she read while the company was closed that did not mean the work had stopped for her. She worked for a while long and then decided to rest her eyes for a few minutes and quickly fell asleep.

~~~~~~~A couple hours later

Tony walked into the room worried about his son since he had not come down to the lab and Pepper had not told him to come up for dinner. He walked into a scene that made his heart skip a couple beats. On the couch was his wife and their child sleeping. He decided not to wake them and instead decided to make some food for them.

After dinner was ready he walked in and woke them up and told them dinner was ready.

Pepper was surprised that she actually fell asleep while Peter carefully got up and helped his mom up. They both walked into the kitchen.

When they sat down and began to eat. They began to talk about their day. Luckily everything was good. Pepper decided to ask tomorrow about school instead asking him questions about a book report he was doing. Thankfully Peter was distracted talking about and did not notice as she gave Tony a look that said they needed to talk.

Tony was worried, but realized that it was something Pepper did not want Peter to overhear so he stayed quiet but became really scared since it concerned Peter. However, he managed to hide his worry from Peter.

After dinner they decided to watch some Brooklyn Nine-Nine which was honestly all their favorite show. They laughed as they watched it and it wiped some tension. They were so into the show they did notice the Spiderling was falling asleep.

Tony was the first to notice when he did not hear his child for the past 5 minutes. He realized he was fast asleep with his head on his shoulder. He smiled and turned off the tv as Pepper looked over as well smiling softly.

Tony got up and took him to his room and laid him down and both kissed his cheeks wishing him a good night.

Tony and Pepper walked into their room and closed the door.

Tony automatically asked, “Honey what is wrong?”

Pepper sighed, “I don’t know,but I fear someone is bullying our son or something. When he left class today he walked in looking really sad. He also missed the Academic Decathlon he was sleeping. I did not want to wake him.”

Tony looked pissed, “What?!?!”

Pepper automatically got up and shushed him. “F.R.I.D.A.Y Peter was not woken up right?”

F.R.I.D.A.Y responded, “No he is still asleep.”

“Look I am not sure but if it is the same thing tomorrow I will check I promise just do not do anything and let me handle it since I have a better control of my temper than you do please.” Pepper responded to her husband.

Tony took a deep breath if his child was in fact getting bullied it might be better to let Pepper deal with it. “Okay I trust you. Unfortunately I have a meeting tomorrow. I will do it only because you will protect Peter and be discreet.”

Pepper smirked, “Thank you, honey let's go to sleep now.”

~~~~~~~~The next morning

Everyone got up early and got ready for the day. Pepper made some breakfast while Tony went to wake up their child who was still asleep. They walked into the kitchen and all sat down to eat. After they all went their separate ways.

Peter went to his class luckily Flash was absent so everyone seemed to ignore him for the day. He did get in a lot of trouble for skipping out on Decathlon practice and was practically yelled at.

They demanded to speak to May but Peter responded that she was working at the hospital since she is a nurse. They stopped and left it alone since she was “doing what she needed to do.”

As much as he loved his school he hated how stuck up and rude they all were almost every person there came from money the only ones who practically did not were Ned, MJ and maybe a few others. They were there on a scholarship and worked their way in but that was not important at the moment.

MJ defended him and said she knew he was not going to be able to make it since he was going to be in contact with his aunt so she let it slide. Even if it was a lie she knew it was getting to Peter but he did not want to betray his trust. However, she was tired of the way that he was getting treated. She knew the moment she brought it up to his parents they would lose their temper to defend their child.

By the time school was Peter was exhausted and as usual he was a bit upset. People did notice he was in a pretty nice bedroom and was questioned but he did not say a word. His teachers tried to demand as if it was any of their business but MJ defended him saying they had no right to ask anyone those personal questions or did they forget it was wrong so they dropped it but Peter was sure they brought it up to the principal.

When Peter leaves the class he is upset but tries to hide from his mom who is reading again on her iPad he thinks he makes a free escape as he walks to the lab. He does not notice that Pepper is looking at him extremely concerned.

She quietly walks behind and watches her child as he sadly looked at his Spider-Man suit. She was getting ready to walk in and comfort her child but his phone rings and he brightens up a little when he happily talks to his aunt. She walks out and goes towards Tony’s office.

Tony finishes the meeting and sits back and sighs he was worried about his child that he did not really pay attention to what the meeting was about. He looks as Pepper walks in and notices it's not good.

Pepper quietly responds, “I hate to do this but I am going to listen in on his zoom for school because I do not like this Tony. I hate breaking his trust but it's my son and I cannot see him upset.”

Tony nods, “I know but when it comes to the safety of our child in any way we are allowed to break those rules in order to protect him. Where is he now?”

Pepper looks outside the window, “he is currently in the lab. He thought I did not notice him going there. I followed him but then May called to give her, daily update so he brightened up so I did not want to intrude.”

Tony nods, “Okay I am going to the lab then.”

Pepper does not look away from the window, “please do not ask him about it. I really find out how it is occurring and I do not want him to feel embarrassed. I will start making dinner meaning just distract him and make him happy please.”

Tony nodded, “Don’t worry I will go and make our boy happy besides yours and his are the most important for me.”

Pepper hugged him, “Well honey I hope his happiness is your number 1 like it is for me because I love you but he is my child so I love him more. Sorry.” She smiles and shrugs.

Tony smiles and hugs her back, “Do not worry yes he is my number 1 as well. I love that he is our child and I am thankful that I found him everyday.” He gives her a quick kiss and leaves to the lab to check on his son.

Pepper goes to make dinner and to have a quiet normal night without incident.

The night passes practically the same as before.

The next morning after Peter starts his class. Pepper guiltily but quietly asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to patch the audio.

There is a small problem because Peter forgot to charge his laptop and asks his mom if he could use one of theirs. Pepper panics, but remembers Tony was in the lab and tells him to use his father's office since he does not need it today.

Peter nods his thanks and walks into the office closing the door.

Pepper sits down putting on her earphones. She hopes his super hearing does not hear although he has been so concerned for May that he is probably not paying much attention.

She has a book ready in case she has to act the part.

Peter begins his class so far everything is going good. That is until Flash notices his surroundings and realizes that Peter is in a really nice room.

Flash asks pissed, “What the hell Penis?! Where are you? At your sugar daddy’s home. How did you get in there or is it your pathetic nonexistent “internship”? Which is quite pathetic honestly. Who would want you?”

Peter tried to defend himself right away.

He was chastised by his teacher and told not to mess with Flash or he would be in so much trouble for pissing him off when he had done nothing.

Pepper was in shock and furious as she listened in and almost wanted to jump in to protect her child. She stayed back and stayed quiet although she was very close to breaking.

Peter stayed quiet not saying a thing. Ignoring it all, not looking forward to getting reprimanded anymore. However, due to his Parker Luck it did not go that way as his principal went off on him in front of everyone as usual. MJ and Ned tried to defend him, but Morita said he was going to get him kicked out of the school for lying. Flash looked very smug about that.

What they did not realize Pepper was pissed and ready to kill all of them. She made herself calm down and continued to listen as she got ready to do a plan attack. She was going to destroy Midtown and she would have no regards for it.She would also be taking her child out of the god awful school.

She continued to listen in as the principal commanded Peter to have May there at exactly 4 pm so he could read his disciplinary actions against him not caring or listening to his response that May was working at a hospital. The principal told him he had 4 hours. Then disconnected Peter and by default Pepper as well.

Considering that she was seething and an angry CEO was not worth it. She called Tony telling him to get to her office immediately. She carefully and quietly told what she overheard for once thankful his office was on the other side of the penthouse.

Tony was furious, but understood that Pepper was going to take care of it so he went to look for his child.

He finds Peter quietly sitting on the couch. What Tony and Pepper didn’t know was that Peter overheard his parents and was happy they wanted to protect him so he didn’t say anything. The fact his parents wanted to protect him meant so much to him that he stayed quiet.

His dad comforts him not saying anything or asking what’s wrong. At the end he lays down on the couch and Peter with him as they watch a Star Wars movie they both fall asleep.

Pepper gets ready for the meeting luckily Peter had given her all his passwords because the child did not remember them all. Often he had to ask his parents for his own passwords.

She smirked as she got ready to destroy them and walked out of frame to give a good surprise.

When the screen opens the principal is pissed and he has an audience which includes several students, teachers and especially Flash Thompson who is extremely excited. The only two he does not have there for sure are MJ and Ned.

He angrily says to Peter to come out this instant he is not playing games and starts saying he is going to have him expelled and blacklisted. Flash is heard laughing but that all changes when a woman sits down and it is not May Parker.

Pepper Potts-Stark sits down looking furious and says coldly to repeat what he just said.

Everyone is shocked and terrified when they realize the most powerful woman is there where Peter and May are supposed to be. All are very thrown off and have no idea how to respond.

Morita looks shocked, “Mrs Stark um I have no idea how you got into this chat but since you are here I should let you know there is a student who is lying and saying he has an internship with you guys--” he promptly gets cut off.

Pepper looks coldly and says, “You mean Peter Parker?”

Morita and everyone is shocked and because not once did he mention Peter's last name at all.

Morita is terrified and answers, “How, how do you know that name?”

Pepper acts confused but still emitting a large quantity of fury asking, “How would I not know my own son?”

Everyone pauses in shock. Not knowing how to respond.

Flash stutters, “Penis is your son?”

Pepper automatically turns a blazing look on him. “What did you just say about my child?”

Flash squeaks in terror. Trying to apologize. But promptly is cut off by Pepper who looks even more mad. “You do not talk about my child again--”

Morita right away jumps in. “Mrs Stark please do not yell at him.”

Pepper responded, “Oh? But it is okay if he bullies my son then it’s right, BUT my son cannot defend himself without getting in trouble.”

Morita is pale, “No, that’s not what I meant I was just trying to say that--”

Pepper glares and says, “Do not lie to me I heard everything you all said to my child because when my son is upset. I get involved to protect him, and as a parent will do such. I will not allow my son to be hurt or upset”

Morita looked horrified when he realized she heard everything. “Look, I’m sure we can come up with a reasonable solution there is no need to do anything drastic.”

Pepper shook her head, “It has already been set I will be taking my son out of this school and will be homeschooling. Also will be putting a lawsuit against the school and possibly the district as well.”

Morita was horrified that would destroy many careers and bring shame to the school. He begged her to reconsider he was terrified when he realized how badly he had fucked up. He tried to intimidate her which did not work.

Pepper smiled coldly. Got up grabbing the laptop. “Oh, no worries I know my husband will like to give you a piece of his mind. He will be even more furious at you if I wake them up.” She purposely turns her laptop to show Peter and Tony sleeping on the couch together.

Everyone freezes in shock not knowing what to do. They really didn’t know what to do at the moment Pepper walked back to her office shutting the door.

“So answer my questions: How long has this been going on? Why did you never stop it? Why discipline my child when he did nothing wrong?”

No one opened their mouths and what they didn’t know was that Ned managed to hack himself and MJ in and there was a student posting it all online for the world to see.

Both Ned and MJ appeared on screen and Morita knew he was screwed because they were going to say everything. He tried to shush them, but Pepper stopped him.

Ned was in shock so was MJ since Pepper Potts was her hero. But she was more composed than Ned was.

“I can answer that Ms Potts... This has been going on for years. They never did anything since they cared more about who the parent is than the mental health of a student. Peter would get pushed, shoved. Stuffed into lockers, etc. and not once was he defended. As a matter fact the first time he tried and complained he got detention for a month for speaking up. He would regularly get into trouble and he had done no wrong.” MJ remarks annoyed at the treatment of her best friend/crush.

Pepper looks and responds, “So, what you’re telling me is that you don’t care about students at all except who their parents are and how much they have in their pockets... tell me why you did nothing to help Peter.”

Morita stutters responding the most stupid thing ever, “Because I did not know he was your son.”

Pepper nodded, “Thank you for proving my point. I am done here. My son will be out of this school immediately and don’t think I will not make sure to drag you through the mud. I have never gotten angry before, but you messed with the wrong child. Just be thankful my husband did not get involved. Or maybe he will. I know he wants a go at it, but now I have more important things to worry about with my child. Goodbye Midtown it was NOT nice meeting you. Take any action against Michelle Jones and Ned Leeds and it will be a lot worse.”

She promptly signs off leaving everyone in shock. Everyone was terrified and not knowing how to react when she signs back in to deliver a huge fuck you.

“Just so you know. All of you are effectively banned from ever setting foot in Stark Industries that means for a visit as well as employment. Oh and also Eugene “Flash” Thompson a restraining order will be taken out against you and there will be a lawsuit against you as well for what you have done to my son. Now I hope I never have the misfortune to see any of you again. Obviously, I will have to say that this excludes Ned and MJ; they are fine and good people unlike the rest of you.” Right before she logged off Tony appeared on the screen.

He spoke in a cold deadly voice, “You made an enemy of the Avengers and me. Do not come near my family or me. I remember all of your faces and I will destroy you even more than now. I can also monitor what is posted about my child. Anything disrespectful I will make sure you regret being born. Stay away from us forever.” Tony Stark logged off while Pepper sat in the background just as angry.

Everyone looked at each other shocked and scared that they knew they had really fucked up. Everyone logged off quietly. The only ones left were Morita, the teachers, and Flash. They knew now that they had made very powerful enemies; they hoped they could keep this quiet. Not knowing that all of this had already gone public because of an anonymous student.

Pepper had logged off and took a deep breath to calm down, going to the kitchen to make some food. While she did that Tony went back to the couch with Peter sitting down putting his son’s head on his lap. Pepper decided to call May to let her know what happened. May was shaken to the core and upset, but thankful for what they had done.

When dinner was done she called them both and they showed up to eat. Tony looked at Pepper and she nodded while they ate dinner they knew they would need to talk to Peter about the situation.

While they were watching a movie later on curled up together Peter decided to speak up.

“Thank you for what you guys did today.” Peter remarked.

Tony and Pepper looked shocked.

“You knew sweetheart?” Pepper looked surprised.

Peter chuckled, “Super hearing remember? But really it does mean a lot how much you both love me and are willing to protect me. I love you guys so much.”

Tony smiles, “Oh baby we love more than anything in his world. And we always will.”

Pepper smiled, “He’s right Petey you are the best person in our lives we love you so much.”

The three hugged each other falling asleep on the couch.

The next morning the press was going insane on every news channel the news were:

“Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark have a son?!?!”

“Who is Pepperony’s son?!?!”

“Pepper Potts-Stark confirms she and Tony Stark have a child!!!!”

“What we know about Peter Parker Stark! Tony Stark and Pepper Potts-Stark child”

“Pepper Potts-Stark defends son in zoom chat!!!”

“Midtown under fire for turning blind eye on bullying issues”

“Pepper Potts-Stark defends son after bullying issue was ignored”

“Tony Stark seen napping with son while wife Pepper Potts-Stark defends their son”

“Tony and Pepper Stark defend and vow to do everything to protect their child”

Pepper stared horrified at the news outlets about the fact Peter was outed to the world and she was the one to do it. She had always prepared for this scenario, but in her mind it was Tony who would slip not her. Damn her overprotectiveness of her child.

Tony chuckled, “Honey how does it feel to have caused a PR shock for the first time ever?”

Pepper blushed, “I’m sorry, but I am also not sorry if it meant I was protecting our child and his reputation.”

Peter walked over and smiled, “It’s okay mom.”

He hugged her and so did Tony doing a large group hug just the three of them.

They knew the press would be on them, but as long as they were together they knew nothing would keep them apart. They still had the stay at home orders so they were safe from the press at least for the time being. All they were hoping for was that a big celeb scandal would come out and take away interest from them.

No one would tear them apart, not the judgmental students of Midtown, the awful staff. They would stand together.

Tony, Peter and Pepper would continue to rise and become stronger as individuals and as a family.

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