#she was aiming for the cake that fell

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

idk if you take anon requests but I am in love with Yandere ruthless and bloodthirsty Pirate captain who's obsessed with a princess from a small kingdom and takes her as wife in exchange for not plundering the kingdom and bleeding out their resources. He had planned for their first evening together to be romantic but she looks too tempting when she's frightened

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CW: Extremely rough smut, sadistic behavior, bodily harm, knife play, blood, minor character death, dead dove

Edward listened to two of his crew members gossiping like handmaidens, feeling only mildly annoyed at their squawking. Usually by now he would have threatened to pull out their teeth to keep them quiet, but he secretly could understand their excitement. While pirates were blamed for anything that could go wrong on the open seas, they were actually often employed by nobility to do what their navies could not do legally. Still, it was a surprise to be extended a job offer from a large kingdom, considering Edward's notoriety.

Edward "The Living Death".

There wasn't a crew as fearsome as his. He had never worked for any of the self righteous kings or queens in the past who conscripted pirates for their aid, not because he thought too highly of himself, but because the stories of his wrath scared all the rich bastards away. And the stories were not exaggerations. Edward aimed to make himself the most terrible in the world, because while it was too late to ever be let into heaven, it wasn't too late to become powerful enough to kill Satan himself.

For an entire week the crew would be guests in the sea side kingdom, while The Living Death and two of his men would be welcomed into the castle for negotiations.

It was entertaining, being welcomed onto a king's land, and Edward was curious as to what King was so insane as to ask for his assistance, knowing that Edward was the type of man to torture sailors for sport.

The ship with black sails tied off on the dock of the grey and dull harbor. Although the carriage that awaited Edward was gaudy with its elaborate engravings, the buildings were drab and pitiful. Truly, a thriving kingdom. And the large castle that towered above the impoverished residents was just the icing on the cake. To enter the grounds a large gate had to be slowly opened, physically alienating the royals from their subjects.

The attendant waiting to take Edward and his mates to the study felt his jaw fall agape at the sight of the men. What parts of their bodies were visible were covered in deep scars, the men were large and intimidating, but the leader was almost inhumanly frightening, unnaturally blue eyes that almost looked blind pierced his soul through a mop of shaggy black hair.

Edward met with the king for introductions, however was politely dismissed to the rooms they would be staying in for a bath and meal, promising to begin negotiations the next day.

However, he couldn't expect pirates to do as he asked so blindly, so after his shower and a free change of clothes, Edward decided to wander the gardens, internally arguing with himself over what he is doing in a king's estate. Then he saw her.

A woman in a beautiful, yet simple, dress was being followed by a maid, chatting kindly with one another despite the class difference. From afar her voice touched something in Edward's spirit; a longing he hadn't been able to quench on the ocean.

Marilyn tensed up and fell back behind (Reader) where she was supposed to be, generally. (Reader) looked ahead to see what had frightened her handmaid, and witnessed a man she did not know approaching the both of them.

"Greetings, ladies." His voice was gravelled and exhausted, tugging on (Reader's) heartstrings. From under the stranger's freshly washed hair (Reader) could see a long scar between his eyes, matching the scars that littered the hand he offered to (Reader).

"Good sir." (Reader), without hesitation, responded with an extended hand. Marilyn audibly choked behind her, having to physically bite her tongue to prevent herself from shouting at the man to 'step off!'

Wind burnt lips kissed the back of (Reader's) hand, holding it for an inappropriate amount of time, yet (Reader's) expression of genuine kindness never changed. "You clearly do not know who I am." Although it was said with a smirk his tone was dangerous.

"Just as you clearly do not know of me." (Reader) held herself tall, praying that the man before her was not important enough to feel offended by her ignorance.

Edward's eyes sparkled beautifully as he straightened his back, as to tower over the lovely lady he had just met. The movement shifted his hair, better showcasing not only his eyes but the giant scar stretching from his hairline to the bridge of his nose. "I am here on business."

"What a coincidence." (Reader) smiled coyly. "As am I."

What is this feeling? Edward had many effects on women, fear, disgust, loathing, lust. But the smile on (Reader's) face was honest. Like a child who hasn't yet learned to fear the evils of men, her eyes were clear and unclouded, looking not at his scars, but his eyes; numb to the stench of blood he could never scrub himself clean of, the lamb had no clue she was speaking to a wolf, and he wasn't even in disguise.

"What kind of business does a lady have with a disgusting fool like this king?"

(Reader) gasped, taken back by his words, smiling nervously behind her fan. "Good sir, you just be careful with the way you speak about a king! I will not report you, but others shall not be so kind.." Concern laced her words as she searched the surroundings for eavesdroppers.

"The King knew who I was when he hired me, so he shouldn't be offended by my language."

"Still..." (Reader) sighed. "Well, if you are so curious, I'm here because of a marriage proposition."

"Marriage?" The idea irked Edward, and he had to hold back his hand from almost instinctively lashing out. What a strange reaction, feeling peeved over the possible engagement of a woman he's just met.

"Indeed, strange isn't it? I always knew marriage would one day come, but.. it is still quite the adventure." Her grin tightened, but it wasn't a happy smile, the expression felt more like a mother's attempt to console her frightened child.

There was an odd glow to (Reader's) eyes, and Edward was suddenly under the impression that the woman before him was secretly an angel, sent in disguise to test him, to see if Edward truly did long for the throne of hell. Again, his arm tried to move on it's own accord. What if, instead of allowing such an angel to return to heaven with her report on him, he caged her like a little song bird and ripped off her wings?

"I apologize, Miss, but I must cut our conversation short. Any longer and I might gouge out your eyes." Edward spoke with a smile, revealing his sharpened canines. But again, (Reader) surprised him, giggling back at him as though he had just made a light-hearted joke, while her maid behind her was grasping her breast like she was having a heart attack.

"Well, I shall keep a spoon in my pocket in case we need again!" (Reader's) laughter filled the garden.

She curtsied, back still straight and head dipped only as low to be polite. The maid, on the other hand, was practically folded in half and was bent down for so long she had to scurry after her lady.

As the mystery woman left, Edward had a lot of strange, foreign thoughts and feelings causing chaos in his mind and heart. He briefly fantasized about running after her, and taking her for himself behind a bush while her maid screamed for help. He had seen plenty of women's bodies before, but the fantasy of what could be hidden by his mystery lady's bodice was.. tantalizing.

Would she be impressed by his body? Or fearful? What kind of face would she make as he forced her to carry his children? Would she look at him with love and tenderness during the birth of their first born? Would she bite and scream and fight?

Edward discovered that he would have to return to his room prematurely, perplexed as to who that woman was, and why she had such an effect on him, causing an arousal despite not saying, or doing, anything sexually exciting.

Marilyn smacked her princess on the shoulder, red in the face and mouth frozen in horror. "My lady! I can't believe you!"

"What? Did my joke not make sense?" (Reader) asked in earnest. "I said I'd carry a spoon, so he had something to easily scoop my eyes out with."

"Not that, you-you- IMBECILE!" Marilyn cried out, grasping the lady she adored like a sister. "That man was The Living Death!"

"Oh. He didn't look dead to me." Another slap connected with the back of her neck.

"He was a pirate! A pirate!"

"A pirate? What was he doing here?" (Reader) nervously pondered, examining her maid's expression to see if she was pulling her leg.

"I don't know, but you should write a letter to your father immediately. No good man would want his daughter marrying into a family that deals with rotten apples."

After the sun rose into the dreary kingdom, Edward and his mates were finally invited into King Nikolai's study, meeting the rotund bastard who reeked of wine and pulled at his codpiece frequently.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me today, gentlemen. You've saved me from an uncomfortable situation. That is, if you agree to my request."

"Well, let's not make this longer than necessary." Edward spat in disgust, feeling as though he would catch syphilis from just speaking with his potential employer.

"My son, my heir, has two marriage candidates. Two worthy marriage candidates. My friend, King Leopold has a, frankly stupid, daughter, Princess Cadence. Leopold and I decided long ago that his daughter should marry my son, and become queen when he surpasses me. Now the issue is King Dretious. His kingdom is.. small, but not unimpressive. It thrives wonderfully. He has only two daughters, pitiful him. The eldest is being trained to be his successor, which is wonderful for him since he was blessed with bright and charismatic daughters, but no man who marries her well become King, so there is no incentive there to send even my sons I dislike. The youngest, is a perfect marriage candidate. Princess (Reader). Intelligent, charming, attractive.." He took a ragged breath, his mind traveling to where it should not. "I desire her land. If she marry my son I'd have access as family to her resources, and in a generation or two my grandchildren could gain control of that little rock. But it isn't worth ruining my relationship with Leopold. That would be.. catastrophic."

Edward numbly wondered if the young woman he met was Princess Cadence, or Princess (Reader). In the short time he spent with her she certainly didn't seem stupid, so he was leaning towards the latter.

"But I want that land. Do you understand me?" King Nikolai's smile was sinister. "You can have whatever is in their castle, whatever can be looted, as long as I receive the deeds to their nation, signed and stamped, and King Dretious and his kin are exterminated."

"And what do we get? If I wanted to plunder a small country, I could do that without needing permission."

"Full, under the table, immunity, as well as enough money for you and your crew to retire in the Caribbean as lords." He was so smug as he pleaded his bargain that Edward considered killing him just to see him choke on his own blood.

Edward stood, walking around the king towards the window, debating whether or not it would be worth it to kill the fat asshole right then and there. But below the window, under a flowered tree, sat the woman he met the day before, watching birds as they flew overhead. "I met a young lady in the garden yesterday. She said she was here for a marriage proposition."

"Hmph, yes.. attractive, isn't she? That would have been Princess (Reader). She is unaware of her competition with Leopold's daughter, so it would have been unwise to have them both here at the same time."

(Reader) had her lips pursed, upset about something. 'How would those lips taste?' Edward thought excitedly.

"We'll do it." Edward spoke loudly, startling his men who were surprised by the boss's response.

His men questioned him on the way back to the ship. Surely he wasn't serious? Of course not... Captain Edward "The Living Death", the man who abandoned his family name, had a plan, one that he had come up with purely for selfish reasons, that did not include sucking up to a disease ridden rat. And he assured them, that after he got what he wanted, the crew would return, and burn King Nikolai's kingdom to the ground.

The wonderfully jolly, soft King Dretious, known for being unlike the cruel kings who ruled throughout the land, plump with age instead of greed, was petrified solid. The elderly father who was seen as a grandfather figure to his small island, blessed by the gods to always have the wisdom to do what was right, was stunned, incapable of coherent thought. Before him was a pirate captain who had demanded an audience, two months after his darling baby girl returned home from another country.

"What did you just say?" He stuttered out.

Edward stood beneath the kindly king sitting on his throne while wearing an ostentatiously decorated black frock coat, shining with it's abundance of gold decorations and precious jewels. His unnaturally bright eyes were fixated on the mortified princess standing behind her father.

"I have been hired to bring ruin to your kingdom. However, if you offer me a better prize than what I was promised by my employer, I'll reconsider my agreement with him." His gaze made (Reader's) skin crawl.

King Dretious swallowed the lump in his throat. "And what would that be? Whoever had the gall to request such a reason clearly had the resources to hire you, so I doubt anything of mine will compare."

"True. However, it isn't your money I'm after.." Edward stepped forward, still fixated on the younger princess will a hungry expression.

The eldest sister recognized the look of a predatory man before her father did, and stepped in front of (Reader) in a protective stance.

"I demand Princess (Reader's) hand in marriage."

"No!" The eldest princess spun around, grabbing onto (Reader) and hiding her within her embrace. "Father, you can't!"

"Please, Captain, isn't there anything else?" The King frantically begged, knowing that his army wasn't enough against The Living Death and his infamous crew of the damned.

Edward sighed, his patience wearing thin. With a snap of his fingers, his men brought forward four captives; the cook, two guards, and Marilyn. "Let's try that again." The demon spawn pulled out a gun and cocked it, aiming it at the older guard.

"Let's be civil-"

The King was cut off by a loud shot, killing the innocent man who had been a loyal employee of the castle for the past thirteen years. (Reader) hollered, frightened by the sudden bang.

Edward moved over to Marilyn, pulling down the hammer slowly. "No!" (Reader) burst free from her sister, running down the steps to fling herself onto her only friend's body, ready to be her shield.

"(Reader)!"

(Reader) cradled her maid, glaring through tears up at the man she foolishly thought was handsome only a couple of months ago. "I'LL DO IT! I'll do it! Just please.. no more."

Marilyn sobbed under (Reader's) weight. "Princess, no! Please - save yourself!"

"Sister, come back here now." The queen to be demanded, shaking and on the brink of tears herself.

Edward smiled wider than before, holstering his weapon. "Wise choice, angel." He turned his attention back to the King. "I hope you don't mind that there will be no wedding. For you see, God has no place in my life, even for happy occasions. I've already procured a marriage contract, so once it is signed that shall be that."

A calloused hand reached out to the princess.

"Shall we?"

The country was in mourning as the news of the princess's sacrifice spread faster than a plague, and nearly the entire country arrived to see her off as she boarded the pirate ship with black sails, stiffly shuffling next to her new husband, the certificate signed and verified only an hour prior. On what should be one's happiest day, the air was filled with sounds of heart breaking agony. (Reader) was numbly dragged onto the ship and into the captain's quarters, no longer a princess, but a wife to a monster.

Edward locked the door behind them, smiling wolfishly. "Welcome, to your new home, darling. Unfortunately, we will have to prolong our honeymoon, as I have a country to conquer."

"What?!" (Reader) collapsed before her new husband, clutching onto his shirt. "But you promised!"

"Ah, apologies, love, but I did not mean your old country." He pulled her onto her feet, kissing her knuckles. "I meant the country that asked me to kill you. Now that you are my wife, I can't stand for such insolence, now can I?"

(Reader) pulled away, eyes wide with disgust. "Was this your plan from the start? If you never truly cared, then why take me? Whatever loot you plunder from whoever it was that employed you will surely be worth more than my father's entire island, so if you had no qualms about taking on a presumably larger nation-state, then why?"

"You are a smart one." Edward chuckled, approaching (Reader) with a look she had never seen before, yet for some reason set her on edge. "I did it because I wanted you."

He lunged, tackling her onto a large bed covered in silk and furs. She struggled, fighting with all her might to push him off of her, but she just wasn't strong enough. (Reader) bit her lip in an effort to not cry again, a pitiful attempt to retain her pride.

"So strange.. I have had whores throw themselves at me many times in the past, but they were nothing but bodies. What is it about you that is so different?"

Nothing but bodies.. (Reader) had learned from Marilyn what happens on a woman's wedding night, but in the chaos of her marriage she had forgotten that that was what this was, her wedding night. Her face fell, tears whelmed up in her puffy red eyes, and her resolve to look brave cracked.

But this expression seemed to only excite the mad man further. His blue eyes grew hazy like he was drunk and his breathing became irregular. "So that's what you would look like.. I wondered."

A large knife was procured from behind his back, causing (Reader) to cry harder. With sadistically slow movements he cut through her dress. She made pathetic attempts to swipe at him, but Edward only responded by effortlessly flipping her onto her belly, slicing through the lace of her corset.

"So many layers to finally see the body I've been dreaming of. That will change, of course. If I want to see your beauty, I will. Even if you must live in the nude."

He ignored her screams as he tore off every article of clothing she wore, leaving (Reader) naked and shivering beneath him.

"Is it me that makes you shudder like this, or is it," he placed the blade against (Reader's) cheek, earning another gasp as her body practically convulsed, "either way, I'll pretend that your shaking is in excitement for me."

With (Reader) now on her back, Edward held the knife to her throat to prevent her from running while he removed his own clothing with one hand. Her sobs only grew louder as more of his scarred skin became visible.

"Please do-don't do this!"

"Don't what? Make love to my newlywed wife? Fine then. I'll fuck you instead."

His pants slipped down, revealing his fully erect manhood. (Reader) closed her eyes in shame, but Edward grabbed her face with enough force to bruise her chin, snapping them back open in shock of the pain.

"Look at what you've done to me. Without grabbing at my pants and begging me like a slut, you've already made my cock like this. Don't you feel special, knowing that you have that effect on your husband." Edward continued squeezing his bride's face painfully, forcing her to nod in agreement.

The tip of the knife drug down her skin without enough pressure to cut, but enough for (Reader) to feel the cold threat tingling and creating goosebumps, traveling teasingly from her breasts and over her quivering stomach, stopping at her exposed cunny. (Reader) felt the metal touch her where she was told never to touch herself, and was consumed by humiliation.

"Unfortunately for you, it seems that your modest body has not prepared itself for me. I would have taken the time to wetten your cunt, but as per your request, I am not to make love to you, but to fuck you."

"What does that-" a searing pain electrocuted her body as (Reader's) dry pussy was stretched over Edward's dick. Her throat was aching from all the screaming, but that didn't stop the sounds of agony from shrieking out.

He held himself inside of her, relishing in the feeling of her twitching hole tightening almost unbearably around him. For a brief moment, Edward's heart swelled with love, and he considered licking his fingers to provide his wife with lubrication, but the look on her face.. just from entering her (Reader) became so red she was almost purple, eyes flickering as though she were to pass out. It was too beautiful for words.

As he pulled out it caused an awful friction that (Reader) swore she could hear, an awful shuk shuk shuk as Edward removed himself, only to slam back in. It felt like she was being torn apart. He continued thrusting into her rapidly swelling sacred place. The tearing sensation morphed into a burning one, as her blood slickened her hole.

His movements only sped up, pounding into his bruised and bloody princess. (Reader) began to adjust to the pain, and started to push against Edward's chest, desperate enough to fight against him despite his knife still being held to her thigh.

Suddenly, (Reader's) legs were raised and folded back, pressing down into her arms to prevent her from moving. She pulled and struggled, disgusted by the wet noise as Edward's hips connected with hers, uncomfortably aware of his pelvis grinding against her sore clit. Edward grabbed her face again, popping her jaw open and sliding his knife into her mouth.

"Don't struggle, or you just might cut out your tongue." The man threatened, his malicious words clashing with the intense lust in his eyes.

(Reader's) nose scrunched up as she tried to glare at Edward, unable to spit out the knife because of his hold on her face.

"Ah, continue looking at me like that!" He sang with praise, his legs twitching with anticipation. "I'm about to cum!"

(Reader) didn't quite know what that meant, but she could feel him throbbing inside of her.

"I was going to wait until you've gotten used to being my wife, but I think I'm going to cum inside you! Fuck, I'm going to put my babies in you! I'm going to knock you up!"

Learning what was about to happen, (Reader) tried to scream without bumping the knife in her teeth.

Suddenly, the knife was thrown across the room, replaced by Edward's lips, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth as he climaxed deep in his wife's raw pussy. (Reader) didn't know if it was because she was aware that he was cumming inside of her, or if it was because of the paper thin cuts along her vaginal wall, but the fluid pumping into her was horrendously hot, burning her abused body.

He collapsed onto her, still kissing her passionately, tasting the lips he had craved since he first met her. When Edward pulled away, admiring the unbroken string of saliva connecting him to his lover, he knew why he had been so enamored with (Reader) since the beginning.

"I'm so excited to drag you down into hell with me, princess." 'There will be no escape from me. You are my gift from Satan, my little angel. You belong to me.'

#yandere #yandere x reader #request #sorry it took so long #i hope you like it #cw noncon #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #intense #not proofread #bad writing

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Baby Blue - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

joel miller masterlist

Joel loses a bet to Ellie and is forced to chaperone a dance in Jackson. He might not mind it as much when he sees that their pretty neighbor is also chaperoning.

warnings | 18+ light on the angst, heavy on fluff, SMUT

a/n | this can be read as a standalone or as a continuation of Sweetness, it's just fun either way :)

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Joel lost a bet. He had taken Ellie out to practice her shooting, lining up old cans as targets. She was getting a little too cocky about her aim, so he had upped the ante, moving the still-standing cans a few more yards away, stacking them in a pyramid. 

“If you’re so good, kid, I’d like to see you hit just that top can there.” He pointed out to the can on top of the stack. Ellie scoffed.

“Easy. You don’t think I can do it, old man?” He just shot her a look out of the corner of his eye, crossing his arms over his chest. Ellie was grinning.

“Do you bet I can’t do it?” She had caught him that day in a half-decent mood, so for once, he was game to play along.

“What’s your wager, kid?” She thought for a moment, before her eyes lit up wildly and she fixed him with a grin. Joel was suddenly a lot less interested in playing along.

“If I hit that can, you gotta sign up to chaperone the dance they’re throwing next week.” Joel actually groaned at that. When he had heard from Maria about their plan to host a makeshift prom for all the high-school-aged kids in the town, Joel had thought to himself that there might not be anything he missed less than the concept of a bunch of hormonal teenagers nervously fucking around in a humid gymnasium for a whole night. He had chaperoned one dance before, Sarah’s first and only homecoming, and his heart seized at the memory of how he almost blew a gasket watching Matthew Brown getting a little too handsy with his daughter. Needless to say, when they had asked at the next town meeting for adults to volunteer to chaperone, Joel had not offered his services up.

“Ellie, there’s gotta be something else. I’m not going anywhere near that dance.”

“Well if you’re so sure I’m gonna miss, what’s it matter anyways?” He cocked an eyebrow at her.

“And if you miss, what do I get?” 

“If I miss, I’ll stop bugging you about your very obvious crush on our neighbor.” Ellie hadn’t let up about the young woman next door, not since Joel’s fake birthday when she had helped Ellie bake that cake for him. What the girl didn’t know was that the pair had shared a kiss that night, but since then, Joel had been hopeless. He’d greet her whenever he saw her around, and they’d exchange a few nice words, but everytime he talked to her his brain went fuzzy with the memory of that night, and he’d yet to “make a move” as Ellie had been goading him to do ever since.

“Alright, kid. Let’s see what you got I guess.” They shook on it. Joel wasn’t really worried about it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could make that shot, and if it meant getting Ellie off his back about their pretty neighbor, he was game.

He had sorely underestimated the kid, which was why he found himself in the old Jackson rec center gymnasium on a Saturday night, watching a bunch of puberty-ridden children of the apocalypse dance with each other to old cassette tapes from the eighties. This certainly hadn’t been on his end-of-the-world bingo sheet. 

He leaned back against the cement wall, his eyes scanning the crowd for Ellie until he found her awkwardly dancing with Dina. At least he didn’t have to worry about Matthew Brown tonight. It was mostly other women chaperoning, and they had all given him weird looks when he came to volunteer. He had thought to himself that next time, he’d move the cans a lot further away.

But then he saw her on the other side of the gym, his lovely neighbor in an equally lovely light blue dress. The dress itself wasn’t anything special, a short-sleeved thing that fell at her shins, but on her, Joel reckoned it was still the prettiest thing he’d seen in at least the last twenty years. Her eyes met his from across the gym and she smiled brightly, already walking over towards him as Joel’s brain began to blare the oh shit alarm. She sidled up next to him, bumping her shoulder into his.

“Joel Miller, can’t say I was expecting to see you here. You lose a bet or something?” His eyes went wide as he looked at her. She just laughed.

“Sorry, I had to. Ellie told me.” He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. 

“That kid is gonna be the death of me.” She shrugged, offering him a grin.

“She’s certainly a spitfire, that one. You know, she always asks me if I’ve talked to you lately, always telling me that you’d like to see me.” Joel felt absolutely mortified, his eyes sweeping anywhere but towards her to hide his embarrassment. He caught Ellie’s gaze out of the crowd, and the girl looked so smug he’d like to dissolve into nothing on the spot. That damn kid. He shook his head, turning his attention back to his neighbor and trying to pull himself together. He cleared his throat.

“You, um, you look real nice.” Her smile started to ease the panicky feeling in his chest. She lightly swayed the skirt of her dress.

“Traded some of the tomatoes I’ve been growing this summer for it. Certainly not the same as what I wore to my own prom, but I guess it works for a chaperone.” He offered her a slight smile, rubbing the back of his neck and watching her smooth her hands down the skirt of her dress.

“Do you remember much of your own prom?” She laughed.

“Oh yeah. I wore this awful shiny purple dress and had matching butterfly clips in my hair. My date’s cufflink actually got stuck in one when he tried to pull a move in the back of the limo we rented, nearly scalped me he yanked so hard.” Joel couldn’t help the laugh that came out at that.

“Sounds memorable. I take it your date didn’t get too far in, uh, making his move?” She just let out a low whistle, shaking her head and swaying into his side again.

“What about you? Do you remember your prom?” He sighed, altogether liking the feeling of her shoulder continuing to brush into his too much.

“Hmm, I think mine was a little before your time. To be honest I don’t think we even made it to the dance, just ended up, uh, parking.” He blushed furiously as he got the words out, instantly regretting it. She just hummed.

“Wow, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy, Miller. I’m scandalized.” He could see by the smile threatening to creep onto her face that she was kidding. 

“Did you at least wear a suit?” He scoffed.

“Of course. Gotta wear a suit to prom. I wasn’t that much of a heathen.” She quirked her brow at him.

“What color?”

“Blue.” “Navy?” 

“Uh, not quite.”

“Like a royal blue then?” Joel just sighed, his shoes suddenly very interesting to him.

“No. You’re not telling me you wore a baby blue suit to prom are you?” He huffed.

“It was the 80s, alright? Everyone was wearing them, thought it was cool.” Her laugh was big and bubbling, eyes crinkling up as she looked at him in disbelief. She finally caught herself, resting her hand on his bicep and giving it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry, Joel. I just– never in a million years would I have pictured you in a baby blue suit and now I’m probably gonna be imagining it until the day I die.” He shook his head, not able to fight the smile breaking out at her delight in teasing him. He willed her to keep her hand on his arm, and she did, curling her fingers lightly and letting out a sigh.

“Laugh all you want, but my date thought I looked good that night.” She hummed, tilting her head up at him.

“I’ll buy that. But you look pretty good tonight too.” He choked on an inhale. He knew her flirting was entirely gratuitous, all he had on was a button down and jeans, the same thing he wore everyday. She leaned into his side.

“Whaddaya say, Miller. Will you be my prom date?” He let out a breathy laugh, feeling the blush creeping up his neck again. Maybe it was the sound of “the Cure” fizzing in the background, or the dizzy feeling he was getting watching the swish of the hem of her dress around her bare legs, but Joel finally decided to go for it. He tilted his head down to catch her gaze, a wry smile cracking across his face.

“I’m flattered, darlin. Thought you’d never ask.” The grin she gave him was her brightest yet, and Joel felt like he was melting on the spot.

They spent a while like that, leaning into each other against the back wall and snickering about nothing, lobbing flirtations back and forth. One of the other chaperones stopped by and slipped her a flask that they started passing between them, warmth quickly settling into both their features. Joel hadn’t felt this at ease in a long time, with her arm slung around his shoulders like they were the only two people in the room. She sighed resting her cheek on his arm as he glanced down at her.

“You know, even after he yanked my hair, my date still tried to make another move.” Joel scoffed but she just nodded.

“Mmhmm, he dragged me into the men’s bathroom, tried to get me to give him a handjob, pfft. I smacked him in the face and left right then and there, had to call my mom to come get me.” She laughed, but Joel wasn’t finding anything funny about it. Even though it had been at least two decades ago, and whoever this punk was had probably long been turned into a walking mushroom, Joel still briefly felt a twinge in his chest that he’d like to knock the guy’s lights out. He felt ridiculous, instead drawing his attention back to her and tentatively letting his hand wrap around her waist.

“That’s a really shitty prom memory.” And then, his tongue loosened by whatever they had been swigging from that flask, he said something way too bold.

“You wanna make a better one?” Her fingers stilled where they had been lightly playing with his shirt collar. She was just as shocked as him at his words, but she quickly caught herself, melting back into a smile.

“Well, depends who I’m making it with.” Joel was already slipping his hand into hers and turning heel to tug her along behind him out of the gym and into the hallway. Her breathy laugh of his name made his heart kick inside his chest. He was startled however, once they got out into the empty hall as she pulled him back towards her, tripping over his feet until they crashed together in a kiss. His hands quickly found purchase on her waist as she tugged him down by the hair at the nape of his neck. He couldn’t help the low groan that thrummed through his throat when she licked into his mouth. She pulled back with a wet click of spit, taking a big gasp of air. Joel’s knees felt weak at the sight of her, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving in her pretty blue dress. 

They were interrupted however, by the sound of chatter spilling out of the gym and into the hall. Joel’s eyes landed on another door, pulling her behind him and into what must have once been a supply closet. Luckily, when he flipped the lightswitch it worked, and they were back on each other in an instant, a tangle of tongues that was admittedly taking him right back to his highschool years. He walked her back until she was pressed up against the door, their hips slotting together, seeking more however they could get it. Her hands were grazing up and down his chest, sliding along the waist of his jeans in a way that was making him feel dizzy. His palms started to wander as well, from her waist down to the swell of her thighs, making her gasp when he squeezed the softness there before dipping around to her ass and he thought to himself that she was perfect in his hands. 

He was snapped out of the swimming reverie that was kissing her when he felt her fingers starting to work at his belt buckle. He was quick to take both her wrists in his hands, pinning them back against the door. She huffed at him and he could only breathily laugh at her frustrated expression

“Nuh-uh, darlin. This one’s gonna be all you, alright?” She smiled, her head lolled to one shoulder.

“We gonna go parking after this, prom date?” Joel grinned, already kneeling down in front of her.

“Something like that.” While he may have felt like he was back in highschool, he still had his very-much-not-teenaged knees and back to deal with and he was feeling it as he got down on the floor in front of her. He figured the pain would be worth it.

His palms gently curled around her ankles, skimming up along her calves and the backs of her thighs as he rucked up her dress along with him. Her breath hitched when his hands squeezed at her hips, not taking her eyes away from his as he thumbed at the band of her underwear.

“Is this ok?” She nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. He gave her hips a harsh squeeze that made her gasp.

“Need you to tell me, darlin, please.” She drew one of her hands to card through his hair, tugging lightly at the scalp to get him to tilt his head up towards her. Her eyes were blown wide, and she squirmed in his grip. Joel felt like his head was going to explode just looking at her.

“It’s good, Joel. I want it, want you, please.” It was all he needed to hear, laying an open-mouthed kiss to the top of one of her thighs before sliding her underwear down her legs and helping her step out of them on wobbly feet. He drew the hem of her dress back up and she seemed to get the hint, bunching it up in one fist to keep it out of the way for him. He let his mouth wander up the plush inside of her thigh, breath grazing over her cunt in a way that made her shiver in his grasp. When he dipped away, however, trailing down her other leg, she breathed out a long whine. At that, he let his teeth graze her skin, nipping just a bit unkindly at the softness.

“Patience, prom queen, I’m getting there.” She scoffed.

“Oh, I’m prom queen now?” She went to say something smart, but was cut off with a broken gasp when he finally dragged his tongue through her folds.

“I’d sure give you the crown, darlin.” With that, he dipped back into her heat, drawing his tongue up from her fluttering entrance to her clit and swiping over the bundle of nerves there. He could feel her thighs shaking where his rough palms were splayed, and he drew her one leg by the back of her knee over his shoulder to open her up even more to him. She keened into his mouth, sighing out soft curses mixed with his name as he worked her over. It wasn’t lost on Joel that it had been a long time since he had done anything like this, but judging from the way she was tugging on his hair and canting her hips into him he hadn’t lost his touch.

“Fuck, Joel– want m-more– please– need more.” He rested his cheek on the swell of her thigh, bringing a hand up and slipping two of his fingers into her tight heat. The moan she let out was more of a cry at that, and Joel’s head went swimmy again at the feeling of her clenching around his fingers.

“Want you to come for me, darlin. I know you can. You wanna come for me?” She nodded frantically at his goading words, and Joel dipped his face back between her legs to lick harsh stripes against her clit as his fingers continued to steadily pump her. He came up for air for a moment, watching her face scrunched in pleasure above him, the sight made his cock twitch in his jeans.

“Please, baby, come for me. Just let go, pretty.” It was all it took to send her over the edge, her hips jerking in his grip and her cunt pulsing around his fingers as he fucked her through it. She let out a few warbly gasps of his name, tugging his hair to get him to stop working her over through the sensitivity. He finally pulled away and she hissed as he helped her get her foot back on the ground, slumping back against the door and gazing down at him with a hazy smile, her dress fluttering back down around her legs. Joel stood with a groan, his knees screaming in protest but he was quickly distracted by her pulling him in by his collar for a stomach-churning kiss. She pulled away with a gasp, eyes searching his.

“Joel, wanna feel you please. Want you to fuck me.” He groaned at that, dipping his forehead to rest on her shoulder and shaking his head lightly. She stilled in his grasp, and when he looked up at her again, a worried look had settled over her face. He couldn’t help the disbelieving laugh that rumbled in his chest, that this woman standing before him actually wanted him that much. The furrow between her brow deepened, but he was quick to lay a kiss there, stroking the arc of her cheek with his thumb.

“I want you too– believe me. But I’ll be damned if the first time I have you is in a fucking supply closet.” She let out a wild laugh at that, her eyes crinkling up as she looked at him and a warmth melted through Joel’s chest at the sound. 

“You know, I thought you were kidding about the whole parking thing.” Joel grunted, stealing another kiss from her before guiding her out of the closet.

“Fuck parking, I’m gonna take you home, darlin, if that’s alright with you?” They were already walking out of the gym but she still squeezed his hand and shot him a wicked grin.

“Sounds good, prom date, lead the way.” 

When one of the chaperones checked the door that had been left ajar, they were only slightly horrified to find a pair of panties strewn on the supply closet floor.

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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 3~

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Part: 1 2 3 4

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: Use of the name jasper🫡✨ (u no who u are soldier💀) !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, trauma related hallucinations, GORE, violence, murder, torture, kidnapping, blood, sadism, M! masturbation, pet names(good girl), not TOO smutty yet sorry i hope it’ll be worth it 🙈✨

You aren’t sure when you fell asleep… It’s nighttime, “Fuck!” You reach for your phone.

It reads 9:24pm.

You have to work in the morning, but you’ve slept all day, how are you going to get proper sleep now?

You look over at your microwave, the time is blinking 12:00.

“Hm… Power must’ve went out,” You speak out to yourself.

Hearing your own voice is always better than hearing none.

A loud *BANG!* on your door startles you, you lurch forward.

Is it them? “Oh god, no, No NO! I can’t go back!! I PAID YOU!! Please!!”

the banging continues, as you claw at your own head.

and then,

It stops.

Just as abruptly as it started.

You get up to take one of your emergency meds.

They’re so expensive…

You don’t take them as much as you should.

You sigh, and gulp it down.

You turn your computer on, and get ready to stream.

“AHH HAHA HAH,” Pleasured laughing all day long has rendered his vocal cords sore and hoarse.

Jasper gazes fondly over his work so far.

The man you’ve been meeting every month, sitting bound to a chair.

His screams have reduced into nothing but strained guttural noises.

He can’t handle much more.

Jasper did too much, too quickly.

He’s usually more methodical, but the way you make his heart burn, has him losing every strand of sanity in his body.

Squares of this brutes flesh have been removed, the facia torn to shreds.

His teeth have been ripped out.

Fingers snipped off joint by joint.

That wasn’t good enough, Jasper had seen the way he groped you.

The hands up to his wrists sawn off next.

He wrapped him up to stop the bleeding.

He shot him up with adrenaline.

But this—This pathetic thing, isn’t lasting nearly long enough.

Even for how long it’s been going on.

Jasper wanted to savor his pain longer.

So much longer.

He launches the knife like a dart, aimed straight at his head with a furious grunt. It flies through the air and enters dead on the bullseye.

“FUCK YOU! FUCK. YOU. FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU!” He pants.

The black handle sticks out of the man’s eye socket.

He lolls his drenched head back and forth, coughing up what’s left of his own blood.

How he isn’t dead is a wonder.

“Awww, doesn’t it suck SO much not being DEAD yet?”

He walks over to him, resting an arm on the wall behind the restrained man. He leans his face down to just above his level.

“Wish I could’ve taught ya a real lesson, you disgusting thing. Sadly I think your time is jus’ about-”

*PING* his blown out pupils slowly follow the air to his pocket where he slides out a phone.

You’re live-streaming!

His hand grasps the handle.

He gurgles out one last labored plea.

“I have to go now~” He shoves the blade back in one swift motion all the way through the man’s socket, and the tip breaks through the back of his skull hitting the grey cement wall behind him.

“and so~” He flips the blade, before another vicious jab into the same socket making the hole an “X”.

“do.” *Crack*! one more

“YOU.” Blood spurts onto him one last time, he doesn’t flinch.

Jasper’s face is now completely coated sticky, drying crimson.

“Mmm” he sighs contently. “I guess I’m done here.” A final pleasured chuckle leaves his chest.

He wipes his face with the back of his hand before whipping it toward the ground, flinging more spatters of blood around him.

He pulls up your stream up on one of the laptops, and puts a phone to his ear. The man’s blood is leaving little pools on everything Jasper touches.

He can’t care less.

He’s too engrossed, too mesmerized by your precious voice.

He quickly informs the cleaning crew on the phone of his location, and that he has spilled cake all over the floor… And walls…And ceiling… Everything really.

“Yes sir! we will send the heavy duty crew asap”

Without knowing it, you soothe him, his eyes flutter shut.

A hand slowly trails to groin as he deeply listens.

He types with the other; “Hey! how are you, Y/username?”

“Hai Jasper!!! I’m so happy to see you again!!”

“mmf” he grunts as his thumb presses down on his clothed lap. “Yess” he whines, “Say my name again”

“I’m good by the way! thanks for askin! How are you!”

He finds the button and unzips his pants with his eyes still closed picturing your actual face and replaying you saying his name again, and again, and again in his head.

He can’t even hear anything you’re saying, to anyone else.

“Good! Wanna hang later?” he types deftly, hoping you’ll call out his name again.

“Omg! Yes please, Jasper!” It’s so innocent, yet he’s still fading fast into a lusty haze.

“Haah! yeeeessss,” His palm wraps his length and squeezes. His thumb teases the tip, pressing down and then massages his glands. “Beg me! Yell my name!”

The blood is acting as lube as he continues to work himself, while one hand desperately clings to the table.

He’s losing his mind just imagining the possibilities; how wet he can get you, how well you’ll take his girth. You’ll be such a good girl, won’t you?

His imagination runs wild: “Harder, Jas-Jasper! M-more!” He can picture you begging, “P-please, please! Fill me, Jasper! Fill me!”. He wants you begging.

“YN!” A low grunt leaves his mouth as he climaxes, mixing white with the red splatters across the keys.

He’s not satisfied though.

You’re not in his lap.

The pain doesn’t subside, and the swell refuses to go down.

He covers his face with his hand.

“I can’t wait to have you…”

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An Acacia Blossom on a Branch of Thorns

Izogie x Doctor!Black!Fem!Reader

I cooked something up for ya @theeblackmedusa and the peeps to eat. You had me dusting cobwebs off my reader x character writing skills. 🤣 Whenever I get back on AO3, I'll toss it up so the peeps can eat over there, too.

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(E/c) eyes inspected the blood that caked the warrior's skin as they sat on a mat hidden behind a tall straw-woven screen.

Izogie watched the doctor's brows furrow as she examined the wound with a frown.

"If you frown any harder, your forehead will form a new wrinkle."

(Y/n) kissed her teeth before letting go of the warrior's thigh. "If I get a new wrinkle, it will be your fault."

"My fault?"

"How did you get such a nasty cut on your thigh?"

"It isn't nasty."

"If you tell me it has character, I will press my thumb against it until you cry."

"I will not cry."

(Y/n) arched a brow. "Oh?"

"Yes, but you'd be a terrible healer if you worsened my injury." She offered a grin. "You remember the one I got on my chest while challenging-"

"-Yes. I recall watching you bleed everywhere afterwards too." She sighed before turning to dunk a cloth into a bowl of warm water. "And patching you up after everyone cheered."

Izogie frowned at the doctor. "It is something to be celebrated."

"To the people of Dahomey, yes."

"You are one of the people too, (Y/n)."

"There isn't a healer in the world that enjoys seeing people get hurt."

"I'm sure there is one."

"Well, I am not one of them." She gently pressed the cloth against the wound.

"Do not let Nanisca hear you saying that."

"I am one of the best healers you women have." (Y/n) huffed before slowly pulling back the cloth and dipping it into the water. "If she kicked me out, you all would send for me within a week."

"You are very confident."

"When you are important, people have to deal with you."

Izogie laughed softly. "That is why I like you."

"You like me?" (Y/n) squeezed the blood out of the cloth, reddening the water before dampening it with a bottle of something.

"I do."

"Is that why you're always demanding I treat you?"

"You are the best healer we have."

(Y/n) laid the damp cloth on her wound and smiled as the warrior cursed at the sudden sting. "I'm glad you think so, Izogie."

"You are a cruel woman." She hissed.

"I try to be." The doctor teased as she focused on cleaning the wound properly. "Although, I'm sorry to say that I only like women who aren't always getting injured to see me."

"I am not always getting injured to see you."

"Sure."

"You have not had to patch me up in two months."

"Is that a new record?"

"Hush."

"Look. I know you're working hard to become miganon, so that if... or when... Nanisca retires or becomes kpojito you'll fall right into where you are aiming to be." (Y/n) sighed. "But I hate seeing you hurt and bloodied, Izogie."

Izogie frowned before lowering her voice into a low whisper. "(Y/n) I have only ever earned a few cuts here and there. I am always careful, so that I can come back to you."

"I know. I just want you to be more mindful when you're out there." She whispered before handing her the bottle of liquor to ease her pain while she worked. "Despite my compitence, I cannot heal everything. I can only do so much and.... I don't know what I would do if...."

"Don't."

She took a grateful gulp of the liquor before setting down the bottle with a sigh.

"Just be more careful."

"I will."

(Y/n) exhaled as she looked over the clean wound. "Well, it's not as bad as I thought."

"See."

"You have escaped stitches this time, but you must keep it clean." She grumbled as she turned to work on making a poultice with a few herbs in a mortar with a pestle.

"I'll do my best."

Izogie fell silent as she watched the woman work on making a paste, filling the air with the strong scent of turmeric and unfamiliar green plants.

(Y/n) was a brilliant woman.

Smart.

Beautiful.

Strong.

And caring, despite the glares that came with it.

Izogie remembered when they first met.

She was a prisoner who had attempted to sacrifice herself to one of her Agojie sisters to save the children of her village.

Baring her teeth with furious eyes.

Holding a dagger covered in something that required an antidote as she kept the children behind her.

She was like a pantheress with cubs.

Promising death to anyone who dared to approach.

Nanisca admired her selflessness and felt she would be a great addition to their forces. So, she took her and the children in and found all of the children safe homes in exchange for her undying loyalty.

Izogie personally enjoyed watching her try to act tough as she trained to become a part of the Agojie.

No matter how hard or painful training was, she always carried herself with mature indifference and a silent lethalness that spared her an unnecessary hazing from her comrades.

Well- everyone but Izogie was deterred.

The woman was always after her.

Yet, no matter how much Izogie talked with or teased her, she always seemed unbothered.

Her clever use of fighting with acacia thorns laced with paralyzing neurotoxins and sedatives during a small mission landed her a meeting with Nanisca and her seemingly endless knowledge of medicine landed her a job with the other healers who tended to the Agojie.

Ever since then, Izogie always seeked her out whenever she was injured.

Whether it was a pricked finger or a 'nasty' gash or bad fever- (Y/n) was always hunted down to help, no matter the hour.

She was skeptical at first but quickly learned that Izogie's presence and persistence was her way of showing she was extremely interested in her.

And that interest led them here.

Izogie tilted her head as her eyes moved up the woman's body.

"Is that a new dress?"

"It is."

"Red looks good on you."

"Thank you. It's great when you're working with someone who's always bleeding."

"Is that someone supposed to me?"

"You are my most frequent patient."

"Then you're wearing that sexy dress for me?" Izogie eyed the cuts in the side that revealed her bare hips if she wasn't careful.

Like she wasn't being right now.

(Y/n) felt her face heat up at the question as she stopped grinding up the paste. "Do not flirt with me while you're all busted up."

"You're not wearing anything under it, are you?" Izogie breathed out as she eyed her hips.

"I was rushed out of bed to come see you." (Y/n) huffed. "It is very late at night, you know."

"So it is for me."

"It is not for you."

"You smell good too." Izogie noted, enjoying the saccharine and floral sent that radiated off her oiled skin. "Did you get all pretty for me, (Y/n)?"

"Am I not always pretty?"

"You're always beautiful."

(Y/n) pointed at the warrior with her pestle and wrinkled her nose. "That liquor must be getting to your head."

"I cannot get drunk on a gulp."

"Sure." She rolled her eyes before scooping up some of the poultice mixture and pressed it carefully into her wound.

Izogie laughed softly and watched her work before whispering. "I am not lying to you."

"I know."

(Y/n)'s gaze slowly moved up from the wound she had covered with the herbal paste and locked with a pair of sincere dark brown.

"You are like an acacia blossom on a branch of thorns." Izogie whispered as her eyes ventured down to her lips. "Very few things have the honor of reaching you and experiencing your sweetness."

Gentle fingers grabbed the warrior's jaw and pressed their lips together.

They both did their best to stay quiet as they pulled each other closer and deepened the kiss.

Izogie tasting strongly of liquor and (Y/n) tasting strongly of whatever herbal drink she had been sipping on before getting summoned to tend to her.

She was sweeter than honeybush, but there was an earthiness to her that made it hard for the warrior to withdraw their tongue from her soft and wet mouth.

Warm hands moved under the red dress to grab her thighs and press her sharp nails against the curve of her hips.

Sharp nails that left angry little welts across her skin until she was squeezing her ass.

The faint sting almost broke her silence as she let out the softest of gasps against her lips and Izogie devoured the sound with a swirl of her tongue.

It was taking everything in the warrior to not push her down into the floor and have her way with her now.

"Izogie, are you done getting treated? Nanisca wanted to hear your perspective on that attack."

The couple pulled apart, careful not to make any sound when (Y/n) accidentally added pressure into her wound with her hand when she tried to support herself as she moved back without falling.

"OW- fuck- what the hell, (Y/n)."

"Well if you were more careful, you wouldn't be in pain." (Y/n) scolded her before mouthing an apology.

Izogie offered a small nod before exhaling shakily as (Y/n) straightened herself up to hide any evidence of their kiss and began to inspect her wound.

Amenza rounded the corner of the straw screen and arched her brow at the two women. "How's it going?"

"She's a mean woman." Izogie grumbled. "She is rough and she scolds me all the time."

"You are like a baby." (Y/n) mocked. "And I scold all of my patients for being reckless. You aren't special just because you are Izogie."

"You say that when you're no longer getting trained to be a member of the Agojie." Izogie arched a defined brow. "You were very quiet when you were at my mercy. When I was the teacher and you were the student."

"You are now at my mercy. You are the patient and I am the healer." She offered a small smile. "So you should be extra nice to me now."

"Oh?"

Amenza couldn't help but laugh. "You cannot bully her now. She isn't an acacia blossom, but a thorn that can mend you or hurt you." Izogie made a face at Amenza as she laughed. "I see now, that being the great Izogie gets you nowhere here, mm?"

"It's like running through acacia thorns, talking to you two." She kissed her teeth in feigned irritation.

Amenza rolled her eyes. "I think talking to us is easier." She watched (Y/n) wrap Izogie's thigh before she began to wash her hands in a bowl of water.

"She's all patched up." Amenza offered a small nod as she listened to the doctor speak. "She just needs to keep the area clean and let it heal. She shouldn't do anything too strenuous for at least a day or two. Give the wound a chance to scab over. Mm?"

"Yes."

Her eyes moved to Izogie. "Take care of yourself." She slapped her shoulder. "And if you tear open your wound again, I will give you stitches and keep you in my home until it is healed completely."

"Do you hear her?" Izogie grinned at Amenza.

"It is a threat you don't want fulfilled." Amenza gave her a warning look before holding out a hand to help her up. "You don't want to fall behind in training."

"Yes. I know. But who'd have thought (Y/n) could be so scary."

She grunted as she allowed her comrade to pull her up.

"She was scary before. You just lack the ability to see it."

"Do I?"

"Yes. I thought she'd slit your throat in your sleep with how much you teased her in training."

Izogie laughed as she practiced walking. "(Y/n) would never."

(Y/n) watched them leave quietly before getting up with a small smile on her lips. She looked around and began to make a mental list of how she planned on cleaning the area and her tools.

But then her mind slowly drifted to thinking about Izogie.

She touched her lips and smiled at the memory of being so close to the warrior.

Even though she hated seeing her wounded, she loved spending time with her and tending to her.

As if she were summoned by the thought, Izogie came walking back around the screen with a slight limp.

"I almost forgot."

"Forgot what-"

Her lips were on hers and she kissed her with as much passion as she could muster for a few long seconds before pulling away.

"Thank you for patching me up, beautiful." She whispered before squeezing her ass and making a fast retreat.

(Y/n) was speechless as she stared after her.

Did Izogie really come back to kiss her again?

All she could do was bite one of her knuckles and curse internally before getting to work.

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The Duke

CW: platonic yandere, mentions of death, light angst

WC: 3,614

Gender Neutral Reader

You were trying to be nice. You were making an effort, but his flat tone and cold stare just made any hope you had die like a fire in the rain. The cake wasn’t perfect, in fact it was sloppy and probably didn’t taste very great despite your best efforts, but it was the thought that counted, right.

“I don’t see how this is any concern of yours. Honestly, what are you doing?” He said flatly. He was annoyed. You tried to keep your smile, but you felt your eye twitch as you shifted you weight from foot to foot. Your patience with him and his cold shoulder was wearing thin.

Two years of marriage and you had nothing to show for it. No heir to show, not even a smidge of happiness. Just misery on both sides.

“It’s called being kind.” You say, your voice flatter than you meant. This wasn’t going to turn out well. “You could at least spend your birthday with someone rather than being cooped up in your estate like a hermit.”

You push the cake forward insistently as your eyes narrow. “Even if you don’t want to spend it with me, just take the damned cake.”

You saw him bristle and you wanted to take your words back. He was touchy enough as is, but you should have refrained from calling him a hermit. For someone so miserable, he never liked to he called out on it.

“I don’t care for celebrations.” He said, his tone harsher than necessary. “Besides, everyone would see it as insulting to my wife to celebrate this day when I can’t.”

You held back a sigh. You sympathized with him for his wife, you really did, but he always seemed to say these things that truly made no sense. In his despair, she had become a lame excuse he fell back on.

Either way, you went along with his nonsense. “Who says you can’t. Would your wife want you to live your life as a miserable wretch?” You sighed, pressing you lips into a thin line. “I apologize. That was rude.”

You swallowed your pride and temper and prayed to the gods for a little more patience. “Look, I am sorry that she died and I’m sorry that you were forced to marry me and I am sorry that you are so depressed and miserable, but that is not my fault.” You said. “And I would appreciate it if you would stop aiming you anger at me. So take the cake so I can leave.”

“Your apology is worthless to me.” He said quickly, keeping his arms crossed over his chest. He hesitated for a moment like he wanted to end the conversation there, but the venom continued to spill. “You don’t understand what it’s like. Everything I did for two years, I did in service of her memory. So don’t tell me how to live. I will not apologize for mourning her.”

“I am not asking you to apologize for mourning. I am simply saying that if she loved you as dearly as you love her, she would despise the hollow shell you have become.” You shoot back. You’re being cruel. Your mind whispered to you. You were pouring whiskey onto a festering wound, but you were angry and tired of this. The emperor made him marry you, deciding it was necessary for him to be married. That was not your problem, you had married because it was your duty, all you wanted as for him to meet you halfway.

You sighed and shook your head when he doesn’t so much as twitch. “Fine. Take the cake, don’t take the cake, I don’t care.” You said, setting the cake platter down on the ground between you.

“Maybe some animals will enjoy it. I will be returning to my estate. Have a good day, sir.” You said. You tried; you couldn’t say that you didn’t try.

You turned and left, walking down the cobblestone path out of his estate, grumbling under your breath. You could try all you liked, but unless he tried too, this was going nowhere.

Two years and he hadn’t even asked to conjoin your estates or for you to move in. You didn’t ask either, even if he said yes, it would be a stiflingly stiff house. Unless he made an attempt at anything beyond being depressed, this marriage was headed for divorce. You couldn’t inact it yourself and you wouldn’t dare even if you had the power. A divorce would tarnish your reputation much more than it would his, though you doubted he cared.

However, the moment your back turned and you walked down the path, regal and elegant even in your anger, he bent down and picked up the platter. He stared down at it with a furrowed brow. How long had it been since he received a personal gesture like this?

The cake wasn’t made very well. The layers of frosting were uneven and the writing was sloppy. It even leaned slightly. This was no bakery made cake, no self respecting baker would have sold such a creation and he doubted any of your personal cooks or servants would have dared to present such a thing to you.

Did that mean you baked it? You were a horrible baker, you were lucky you were not born of common blood and had more worth than being a village wife. He swallowed. It was a sweet gesture. He took it inside with him.

You decided to take the long way home to calm your temper, trekking on a dirt path that cut through the woods. You tried to push the duke from your mind as you walked. The woods were quiet, the only breaking noise being birds chirping from their nests and leaves crunching beneath your shoes.

As you walked home, you enjoyed the crisp air and tranquility as you pushed the conversation with him out of your mind. As you approached your estate, you heard more familiar sounds. The distant neighs of stable horses and servants washing clothes and maids gossiping and tittering in excitement over the nearing All Hallows’ Eve. You had no doubt they were all excited for the festival and costumes.

You returned their greetings as they saw you and walked to your room. You wanted nothing more than to change out of your stuffy clothes. Admittedly, you had dressed up for the duke, more out of necessity rather than personal preference, but either way, you wanted out of the suffocating corset beneath your clothes.

(You cursed the emperor for passing the new law for proper clothes. Corsets necessary for both men and women, ridiculous!)

You closed the door behind you, hands going to the buttons of your clothes. You had undone the first button when someone cleared their throat. You jumped and spun around.

Standing awkwardly in the doorway to your balcony, the duke stood awkwardly. You gaped for a moment.

“…Could you come with me?” He asked softly. He looked like an awkward teen and you felt like one.

“Mr. Ashdown? Did you follow me to my estate? Why are you here?” You asked as you opened your door again. You may be wedded, but it still felt inappropriate to be alone in your room with a man. His face twitched for a moment, he never cared when you referred by his last name before, but he didn’t seem to like it now.

“Come with you where? I don’t really have time for a wild goose chase today.” You said, feeling mildly perturbed. Did he climb up the terrace? How did he get in? The maids would have told you if they knew he was here.

“I… I am trying to apologize for my behaviour, but I also need to see if this is truly worth my efforts.” He said slowly, not meeting your gaze. You hesitated, after two years when you were near ready to give up, now he was ready to try?

“Oh, for the love of— fine.” You said, pinching the ridge of your nose. Out of all his odd behaviours you beared witness to, this one was the oddest. But you had to meet him halfway. “Let’s just make this quick, please.”

Without another word, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you over to your balcony. Did he truly climb up?! Did he expect you to do the same?!

The duke seemed to have the same train of thought as he stopped for a moment. He glanced back at you and you resisted the urge to not say something snide when he slowly ran his gaze over you. You almost wanted to throw yourself off the balcony for the judgement his gaze created.

Instead, he turned and dragged you through your estate. He led you out through the back doors out into the gardens. A part of you questioned how he knew your estate so well despite only coming over once. He seemed to know every turn and hall and room.

You dismissed your thoughts. He was an odd man by nature. He led you through the gardens, ignoring the surprised stares of your servants following you. He led you through the gardens and back into the woods.

For a long while, he dragged you through the woods in silence. His hurried pace made animals run to their burrows, familiar with the sounds of a man on a hunt. Hunting for what however, you hadn’t a clue.

After a while, he finally spoke. “Do you want me to be happy? Do you truly want me to be happy?” He asked, not looking back at you.

You clicked your tongue in irritation. Did he truly doubt that after all the attempts you had made to make his days a little better? “I would prefer it if you were. It would make your life easier and hopefully our interactions less vexing.” You sighed. “What is even going on? Where are we going?”

The duke opened his mouth to answer, but closed it before any sound escaped. He didn’t answer your question.

After walking a bit further, you spotted something between the trees. As you drew closer, the sight became clearer. It was fallen ruins, golden light filtering through the cracks and holes. He dragged you closer to it. This was what he was looking for.

“I’ve never been here before.” You murmured to yourself as you stare, brows furrowed. You turn your gaze back to him. “Where are we. Why are we here?”

Again, your questions were left unanswered and ignored. He dragged you up to the crumbling steps into the ruins and dragged you inside. You marvelled over the ruins as he dragged you in.

Decaying archways and moss clinging to cobblestone. Faded paint and sun filtering in from above through the cracks and crevices in the ceiling. It was hauntingly beautiful. You gaped as you glanced around.

“This place is magnificent.” You whisper softly.

He only hummed in response, distracted as he looked around. His head jerked over to an open doorway and dragged you over.

You quickly stumbled after him, tripping on the cracks on the floor and fallen stone. You gasped softly as he pulled you into the room.

This room is just as beautiful as the first. Torn tapestries, cracked marble, what was left of a golden throne. The gold was tarnished and the dents where jewels had once been embedded were left empty.

You were beginning to suspect that this was one of the old kingdoms, lost to time or to new lands to rule. You had never thought one may lay so close to you estate. How many times had you ventured the woods without finding this.

However, it still raised the question, why were you brought here and how did the duke know if its presence?

He finally released your arm and walked over to the alcove of a fallen statue. A old god of mythology. He barely glanced at the statue laying on the ground as he stepped over it.

He leaned down and dug around in the growing lush of nature sinking its roots into the stone. He grabbed something you couldn’t see and pulled harshly on it.

Then he turned back to you, staring down  at what he held. It looked to be some kind of potato, roots still attached. He looked slightly nervous as he swallowed and held it out to you.

You raised a brow, turning your attention away from the cracked face of a god. “Is this why you brought me out here? To give me a potato?” You asked. You felt silly and incredulous at the offer, but you took it anyway. He only stared at you.

“Are you feeling alright?” You finally asked after a period of silence. Your brow raised further as concern crossed over your face. “You’re not acting quite well. Please don’t tell me you’ve gone around the bend. This marriage is on the rocks already, I don’t wish to send you to an asylum.”

The duke seemed to take your concern in stride. He offered a brief, quiet laugh to brush aside your concern. He took a deep breath.

“I am the duke of this land. And yet, I have never had anyone love me for who I am and not what this title gives me. Not my parents, not my half siblings, not the court, not even the emperor. But you have shown a kindness towards me that I am not accustomed to.” He said. “You have shown me kindness that only one other has shown me. I know it’s odd, I know it’s silly, but I need to know my efforts won’t go to waste. Do you want me to be happy?”

You nodded slowly, unsure of where this was going or how to take his behaviour.

“Then eat it.” He said simply, his posture relaxing. “You have the gift of making me remember what it felt like to be loved when my wife was still alive. She was the only one who loved me for me.”

“When we were kids, we found this and to mark our love, we both ate a potato. I do warn you, it is a rancid thing to taste.” He said. He stared intently at you. “If you can give me a personal gesture and eat a potato for me, I can try.”

“So this is a sort of initiation for becoming truly wedded in your eyes?” You said uncertainly. You really didn’t want to eat the potato, but you would if he tried. Anything to save this failing marriage.

“If you want to view it like that.” He said simply. His gaze was blank and unblinking, a bit like an owl late at night.

“O-okay…” you said slowly. You hesitated for a moment, but you finally raised the potato up to your lips. The potato was hard and and bitter on your tongue as you bit into it.

He saw the very moment the taste hit your tongue and for a moment, he saw his wife. He saw Lily, hair as white as snow and growing long to her ankles. He saw her violet eyes squeeze shut and her face screwed up. He remembered laughing at her expression before he too faced the harsh taste.

He blinked and Lily was gone and you stood in her stead. Your face was pinched and you chewed slowly before swallowing the potato down. You tried to hide the shudder that wracked down your spine.

“Unique flavour.” You said, clearing your throat as the mushy insides coated the inside.

“Like I said, it’s rancid.” He said as he stepped closer. He took the potato and bit into it like it was a shiny, red apple. His eye twitched as he chewed and swallowed much quicker than you did. Then he threw the half eaten potato back into the alcove.

“Are you truly going to make good on your promise?” You asked, staring up at him. He hummed and nodded.

“You ate the potato. I don’t want us to be strangers anymore. I want to love you like I love my wife.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. What an odd man you had been wedded to.

“That was really all it took?” You sighed. “I would deeply enjoy being in a loving marriage, but don’t rush yourself. Our kingdoms weren’t built in a day and love does not bud overnight.”

“I will keep that in mind.” He replied, smiling slightly. It was barely a smile, just the corners of his lips twitching up, but it made you happy.

You nodded. “Alright. Let’s get along then, we may be wedded, but I would prefer there be no rumours of us having our way in the woods.”

His smile grew slightly and he nodded, leading you back out of the ruins, much more relaxed than when he had rushed you inside. You looked back at the ruins.

“How did you even know this laid here? I’ve never come across such a treasure in all my years. Beautiful ruins lost to nature…” you murmured, trying not to trip over your feet as you walked backward, trying to take in every last detail of the dirty stone.

“As I already said, my wife and I found it when we were young. We loved coming out here to get away and just be together.” He said. He glanced back at the ruins, a true smile on his lips. A sweet, fond smile. “If our parents had permitted so, we would have been wedded here.”

“I can understand why you both loved it, it’s a beautiful sight.” You said softly, observing his soft expression. “If… If I may be so bold, may I ask about your wife? I wish to know more.”

“You may be so bold. She… Her name was Lily. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to me.” He said wistfully, walking on a set path even as his gaze grew distant. You quickly followed after him. “We got married young, when we were kids really. Everyone thought we were crazy, but our love for each other never wavered. She was there for me when no one else was, and she was my best friend.”

“She sounds like a lovely woman.” You commented, turning your gaze to the canopy of leaves above, packed in together by the close trees. Sunlight dappled through the small spot where leaves did not overlap and birds tweeted, happily singing their songs.

The duke followed your gaze up to the trees. “She loved the birds. All kinds. Common sparrows, crows, peacocks, chickens.” He let out a soft noise that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. “She fed them whenever she could and after a while, she couldn’t walk outside without them flocking to her.”

“I am truly sorry she was taken so early in life. It is a senseless tragedy.” You said quietly, unsure if your words would bring back his coldness. He had claimed that he would give the marriage, the relationship, a try, but you couldn’t help to be cautious. “You should have been able to live a long life with her. I curse the gods for reaping her life, they did not need her as much as you did.”

The duke nodded in acceptance as he listened to your words. “I hated the gods for taking her. I still hate them.” He paused for a moment, eyes flickering over to you. You didn’t object his words. If he hated the gods, it was within his right, you were no nun or priest or disciple of the gods.

Once you don’t refute his words, he looks back to the trees, but his eyes darken despite the sunlight shining down. “Sometimes I wonder if they punished her for loving me, since everyone else was too greedy to see anything besides my name.”

You hummed, mulling over his words with a thoughtful expression. “I wouldn’t be surprised. The gods themselves are nothing more than greedy bastards who cannot stand anyone being loved more than they are.”

You shook your head with a sigh, trying to find the positive side of this situation if there was one to be found.

“Well, I suppose she’ll be waiting for you when your time comes, with a halo and great wings. She’ll be the most beautiful angel in the sky.” You finally say.

He nodded. “I suppose.” He said. “I wish to hold her one more time, but I believe your words earlier were true. Cruel, but also awakening. Lily wouldn’t want me to despair over her.”

“Thank you for showing that to me.” He smiled at you, that sweet, fond smile. “Sometimes life is cruel. But it’s people like you that make it so beautiful. In some way, you remind me of her.”

You smile and a soft giggle escaped you. “You flatter me with your kind words, I do not measure.” You say. “But either way, I hope our relationship can grow, I hope our love can bloom like a red rose.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek as you come back to the edge of your gardens. He tilted his head. Then he leaned forward and pressed an equally soft kiss to your own cheek. This isn’t a passionate, lustful kiss. This is a gentle, tender kiss.

He smiled sweetly at you, his eyes focused solely on you. You had found him in his self made out of despair and dragged him out of it and into the bright sun.

“I look forward to it.”

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Hi! I know you’re not accepting requests or anything but wanting ideas on Yasushi? Maybe one were Yasushi likes Tsuji or Shibaman twin or sister (or both she could be their other best friend) and has since they grew up in the duplex and is actually close to her. He doesn’t know how to tell her so he seeks help from them and the other Oya high students to come up with a big surprise way to ask her out since he has no idea how to deal with feelings or even being nice sometimes when he is nervous.

Yasushi x Tsuji&Shiba’s Best Friend | Fluff

a/n: Hello! It was really an old request but im still trying to finish them, sorry :’)) This is totally fluff and for our little psycho ;) So hope you like it ❤️🌸

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: maybe blood and knife but TOTALLY FLUFF QFGSGSG

Yasushi nervously listened to the stupid ideas of the others. He knew from the start that it was a terrible idea. At first, his aim was only to get ideas from Tsuji and Shibaman, but now all Oya was involved.

Yasushi had a crush on Tsuji and Shibaman's childhood friend for a long time. Although they didn't like each other much when they were kids, as they grew up and became friends with the duo, he started to fight less with Y/n. And in time, he realized that she was no longer a little girl, but quite a different young girl.

Now he wanted to tell her that he likes her and date her, but he had no idea how…

The discussion ended when Nakaoka offered the idea about kidnapping y/n and told him to pretend to save her, and Todoroki, Tsuji, and Shiba yelled at him.

Yasushi knew from the very beginning not to trust them with this...

Fearing that Yasushi might like the idea for a moment, Tsukasa and Todoroki followed him and started walking with him. Later, Tsuji and Shiba also joined them.

"We're all idiots, I really don't think we're the right people for this."

Shiba nodded his head as Tsuji said with disappointment.

"Although Y/n grew up with us, she's not like us. If you want, text her and tell her you need help with something, I'm sure she will come."

At Shiba's idea, Tsuji nodded. Others found this idea plausible.

“But y/n is currently doing an internship at the hospital. After Internship might be a better idea.”

After Shiba said, Tsuji nodded his head.

"Y/n-chan seems to like sweet things, how about making her a cake?"

With Tsukasa's idea, Tsuji spoke excitedly.

"She loves orange cakes, her favourite, I'm sure she'll be happy."

Yasushi nervously nodded his head. After talking a little more, he said goodbye to his friends and went home.

He had spoken to Kiyoshi before entering the house. His friend was supporting him, but he was afraid that he would be upset in the end.

Although Yasushi might seem tough and a bit psychopathic, the people he cared about were very important to him.

Y/n was pretty cute, but she was also a strong and good girl. He especially impressed that she always had Tsuji and Shibaman's back.

He didn't know when he fell in love with her. But he knew very well that this was the first time he had felt this way towards someone.

After thinking nervously for a while, he sent the message he wrote and put the phone aside.

He was sitting on his bed waiting for an answer. He was nervously playing with his fingers. About 4 minutes later, when he got a positive response, he stood up excitedly and started thinking about what to do.

He took a quick shower, arranged something to wear, and started planning for tomorrow. He was going to make her a nice cake for tomorrow night.

***

Yasushi hadn't told anyone about his plan. -except Kiyoshi- Because he didn't want anything to ruin today.

You couldn't tell if he was excited or scared.He was pretty good at hiding his feelings. But right now the sweat drops on his forehead could betray him…

When he opened the door to go to the grocery store, he didn't expect to find all his friends at the door of his apartment. As Fujio shouted excitedly, he quickly closed the door and took a deep breath.

The knocking sounds continued for a while, then he opened the door and glared at them angrily.

"What are you doing here?"

Fujio and Nakaoka grinned while Todoroki and Tsukasa watched them with judgmental eyes. Others didn't seem ashamed at all.

“We came to help you make a cake, Yasushi!”

Yasushi looked at them in horror as Fujio spoke excitedly. He was sure that this would not end well…

***

Y/n was helping one of the nurses. Her internship was about to end. She looked at her watch and smiled. She would meet Yasushi soon.

“Y/n, a young patient came in. He needs stitches. Could you please look over here?"

Y/n proceeded to the last patient who came before the end of the shift. She looked at him in shock with the face she saw when she opened the curtain.

“Yasushi-kun?!”

Yasushi looked at her nervously and smiled. He didn't know what to say either. Seeing the blood flowing from his hand, the young girl quickly took the supplies and pulled up a chair and sat in front of the bed. She was asking questions while cleaning the wound.

Yasushi was watching the young girl without saying anything like a guilty child. After Y/n had put the last stitch, she lifted her head and looked at him.

"Aren't you going to say something? How did it happen?"

Yasushi sighed and shook his head

“It happened while I was chopping an orange.”

Y/n asked in surprise, wanting to confirm if she understood correctly that the young boy was muttering.

"Excuse me?"

Yasushi shyly replied

“Orange… I was chopping an orange.”

Y/n wanted to laugh but held back. Yasushi said angrily when he saw the young girl holding back her laughter

“It's all because of those idiots. I was going to make you an orange cake. Because I heard you love them and I wanted you to be happy. I didn't notice when I was shouting at them and the knife cut my hand. I will kill them.”

Y/n stared at him in surprise as Yasushi spoke angrily. When the young boy realized what he was saying, he averted his eyes and y/n asked shyly.

"Were you making me a cake?"

Y/n smiled as Yasushi nodded in embarrassment.

“Thank you, I feel really happy.”

Seeing the blush on the young girl's cheeks, Yasushi also smiled and nodded his head.

“Y/n… will you go on a date with me? A real date. I'll buy you an orange cake, too."

Y/n chuckled as Yasushi spoke excitedly and slowly bandaged his hand to finish her job. Yasushi was waiting for an answer from her. The young girl stood up slowly and placed a small kiss on the cheek of the boy sitting on the stretcher.

“My shift got longer because of you, so you better hurry.”

As the young girl took her supplies and walked over to the nurses, Yasushi smiled broadly and thanked those idiots inside. For the first time, their stupidity had a happy ending…

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One Mora. Two Mora.

Dark!Childe x Female!Reader

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Part 02

“Ad astra abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurers' Guild!”

You nodded politely to the black-haired receptionist you’d come to know well over the last few months after settling in Liyue.

You fled your home in Fontane with the heart of a naive little teenager wanting to see the world for yourself, not knowing that years later the same need for adventure would have you without a proper place to call home and a painfully grumbling belly at all hours.

You’d taken up commissions for scrapes of Mora. Being visionless was a huge factor to your lack of ample work. But not today you swore to yourself, today you’d take up a bounty.

Bounties were notoriously perilous, a job for more experienced guild members, surely you’d get a baffled look at the mere mention, much like the one Katheryne had on her face now.

“Are you sure?“ she probed, “Bounties are dangerous. You could get seriously injured.”

You waved off her concern having heard those words many a time.

“I’m positive. Look I just–“ you sighed, your voice ending in an embarrassed whisper as you leaned in closer with pleading eyes. “I need the Mora. I promise I’m ready, trust me okay?”

The raven haired woman gave your request a hesitant thought before ultimately giving in and fumbling with a scroll containing all the details of the set target.

She slid the scroll over the counter, which you happily took and held close to your chest.

“Here’s a bounty for a Dendro Samachurl that’s been lurking around Mt. Tianheng. Some miners claim that they were attacked while transporting rations to The Chasm.”

You opened the scroll, giving it a once over before nodding and sliding it into your traveling bag.

“Gotcha.”

Killing a Samachurl was a simple task, no more simple than collecting iron ore, you could do it in the dark even.

With a confident nod you thank the uneasy receptionist and make your way to your destination, already tasting the hot meal you’d get with the commission money by the end of the day.

Hm. Must be more than one?

You questioned to yourself as you observed the little foot steps that littered the dirt road you were assigned to.

Now that you were able to track them, the rest should be a piece of cake. Just get rid of them and you’ll have a place to stay for the night.

The alluring thought of your accommodations distracted you so much that you failed to hear the retracting shot of an arrow, the tip just barely missing your neck as the force tousled your hair altering you of your danger.

You wiped your head back, eyes wide and heart hammering at the close call. A flick of your hand summoned your blade; a stingy dull thing that’d mostly been used to whack ore but it was a weapon nonetheless.

Atop a large boulder stood a Hilichurl shooter with its weapon aimed at you, below it a giant Mitachurl holding an equally giant axe and your target: a tiny hydro samachurl.

You cursed under your breathe at your luck. Of course the one time you decide to be brave you get more then you could handle.

You didn’t have time to feel bad for yourself when the Mitachurl took heavy steps towards you, the large axe rose and fell with a vociferous smash, the ground under you crumbling as you narrowly escaped.

Just kill the Samachurl and you’d be done, that’s all the bounty was for anyways.

You gripped your sword tightly, chest heaving heavily as you clutched your injured shoulder to stop the bleeding.

You’ve been trying to finish off the Samachurl but the damn Mitachurl was making it difficult to even get close. You managed to pierce your blade through the shooter’s but not without getting an arrow straight through your left shoulder.

No matter how close you got, how many hits you landed on the Goliath beast, the samachurl would cast a gentle rain above its ally successfully healing it.

You’d used up too much of your energy dodging attacks that you could barely lift your weapon any longer. The amount of blood lost from your wound and the ache in your overworked muscles was a sure death sentence.

With a yelp you flung yourself away from the monsters swinging axe, desperately crawling away from the beasts who only chanted excitedly as you were backed into a corner of the mountain, your eyes frantically darting here and there looking for any exit.

Your eyes caught what looked like cracked and loose stones against the mountain wall from the force of the Mitachurl’s attacks.

A light bulb went over your head.

If you could get the monster to strike the already damaged stones, it would undoubtedly come crashing down and crush them all, maybe even you along with it if you didn’t move fast enough.

You took a shaky breathe, trying to still your nerves before calling out to the monsters.

“Hey you bastards!” You raised your weapon above your head and mocked, “I’m right here, come get me!”

Although you doubt it understood you, your weakened state seemed to be enough for the Samachurl and Mitachurl to grip its large axe and come charging towards you.

You tossed your sword behind your shoulder, expelling it back to particles just in time as the huge weapon came crashing down against the side of the mountain, a deafening rumble shook under your feet barely allowing you to duck and roll out of the way in time.

You dug your heels into the shaking ground using the adrenaline of near death to push you safely out of the way just as boulders the size of tea houses came tumbling down onto the creatures, all that was heard was a small squeak before the telltale sign of dust and ash poured out from under the debris, confirming your success.

But it wasn’t over yet, you didn’t forget about the Hilichurl Shooter that was thrown off it’s base by the impact and was now rushing over to check the damage your quick wit had caused.

Mustering the last of your strength you snuck up behind the creature, your arm recalling your weapon and piercing the blunt blade through its back and straight into its heart.

It’s blood a thick inky substance gushed from its lesion, painting the front of your chest messily.

The Hilichurl fell back, sending you both tumbling to the ground and further piercing itself on your sword, it’s body heavy on your own as you struggled to push it off.

It dusted just as quickly as it came, leaving you sprawled out, covered in a mix of your own blood, mobster blood, sweat and dirt.

You scoffed a small weak smile to yourself at your success. You actually did it, albeit with questionable methods but it was a job well done nonetheless.

Now how the hell were you going to get back to the port before you bled out. Your vision was already getting blurred with the amount of blood lost, and your knees felt like jelly when you tried to get up to dress your wound.

“Over here! I heard someone!”

Your head whipped in the direction of a deep voice, a chorus of heavy foot steps making their way in your direction has you fumbled to get up, holding your sword in shaking hands before you.

They couldn’t have been the miners that crossed these paths. Their voices held a different accent and the footsteps indicated that it was a group. You knew Fatui camps were set up close by making your trek to this location even harder.

What came next confirmed your suspicions.

A group of five Fatui came closer, looking around at the mess of blood and boulders that surrounded you curiously.

Each one was larger and more intimidating than the next as they looked down at you as if you were a mere rabbit in distress.

“Aw it’s just a little lamb. What are you doing out here?” One of the Fatui teased, taking a step closer.

“Don’t take another step! I’m warning you!” You tried to sound intimidating but the way your hands trembled and your face paled gave away just how close to losing consciousness you were.

“Come on baby, we just want to help. Be a good little lamb and stay still yeah?”

You swung your sword in front of you, wincing at the stretch in your injured shoulder. You could probably run, maybe slide down the side of the mountain or you could let these assholes kill you.

Before you could decide falling to your death was better the men suddenly lunged forward, one pair of large hands pining your hands by your and another two holding each of your legs down.

“Son of bitch!” You cursed loudly, the pain in your shoulder shooting up to your head making you dizzy.

“Quiet now, we’ll take care of you. Isn’t that right fellas?” The man, which you deemed their leader, dropped to his knees and ran his hands up and down your trembling sides.

You began to thrash violently, the mix of fear and pain making you delirious.

“Stop! Take anything you want on me just- don’t please!” You pleaded, the black dots in your vision getting thicker and more clouded.

The men above you chuckled at your words, their eyes watching every inch of your body struggle. “Oh we intend on taking– argh!”

It was as if the world began to slow and noise drowned out into a numbing echo in your skull as you fought consciousness.

The hands on your body were gone, instead replaced with the wet mix of blood and dirt caked on your skin.

Your head dropped to the side, the blurry image of the men trying to run away before what looked like a hydro arrow finished them off.

If you didn’t move you’d be next, just move.

It was no use. You’d lost too much blood, you looked back up at the cloudy sky only to catch a quick glimpse of red hair and ocean blue eyes before you let darkness consume you.

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The first thing you noticed when you began to come to was suffocating heat. A soft groan left your weak throat as you began to kick the thick blanket off your body, making a mental note to change your bedding choices later.

Wait? Bedding?

Your eyes shot open, irises frantically looking around as you saw an unfamiliar setting.

You’d been laying on a ridiculously large bed in a huge expensive looking room. It was without a doubt luxurious but with a lived in feel that made it impossible to be a hotel.

What happened? Did someone find you in the wild?

Suddenly the memory of the Fatui agents pinning you down, the sounds of their evil laughter followed by their screams of horror as they were taken out one by one.

Oh god did they kidnap you? Are you going to be sold off somewhere? Were you even in Liyue at all?

You sat up too quickly, a loud wince leaving your dry lips as your injuries reminded you why you were in bed.

You kicked off the thick blanket and inspected your shoulder, now cleaned and wrapped up expertly.

Your clothes were different too. No longer in your usual ragged adventure outfit, you were dressed in what looked like a man’s black t-shirt. It looked almost comically large on your fragile frame and emitted an enticing smell of the ocean and glaze lilies.

The door suddenly creaked open, breaking any thoughts of escape before a dark shadow loomed in, the sound of heavy boots clacked against the tilted floors in your direction.

You pulled the blanket up to shield yourself, hoping that if you played dead the stranger would just throw you out, you really wouldn’t afford to be into anymore debts, mora or moral wise.

Any hopes that you’d fooled your kidnapper were ruined when you felt the mattress dip beside you where the stranger sat.

“How are you feeling? Still groggy from the medicine I bet?” The man’s voice caught you by surprise. It was bright and chipper, nothing like the hoarse deep one you’d think a psycho would have.

You peeked over the end of the blanket just in time to see the man’s hand reaching over to inspect your shoulder.

With a yelp you scooted back up the bed, your back pressed firmly against the headboard as your arms hugged your frame defensively.

“Don’t hurt me!” You croaked, the man’s smile quickly turned to a frown.

“You really think I’d just hurt you after dragging you back here, cleaning you up and making you soup?” The man looked at you indignantly, pointing to the bedside where a steaming bowl of Jewelry soup sat.

Your eyes flicked back to the stranger, his featured young and handsome, almost boyish in a way with deep ocean blue eyes and fiery red hair that made you wonder how soft his curls would be to the touch.

He looked so hurt at your outburst, shoulders slumped down and bottom lip pushed out in a tiny pout.

You felt guilt rain down on you. He was right, he saved you from those evil Fatui, and brought you to his home, he didn’t have to but here he was making an effort to help.

“I guess you wouldn’t want to eat either, I’m sorry for assuming. I’ll let you rest a bit more than you can be on your way.” He sighed and took the soup off the nightstand, making his way to the door.

You hadn’t realized how empty your tummy was but it was enough to have you reaching out to the man, your fingers just barely catching the hem of his gray jacket.

“I-I’m sorry!” You said, “I didn’t mean to be ungrateful, I’m just surprised someone helped me is all.”

If the man didn’t have his back turned to you, you’d been able to see the sly smirk that stretched his lips at your apology.

He quickly changed his expression to one of compassion when he turned, taking his place back on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Don’t apologize, you’re safe now.” He flashed a friendly smile that was enough to bring down your walls, you found yourself fiddling shyly with the blanket on your lap as he scooted closer with the bowl.

“I’m Childe by the way.”

“Oh! I’m (y/n)! Thank you so much for rescuing me back there. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know what would have happened…” you looked down at your hands as tears began to sting your eyes.

“Shh,” Childe hushed, one hand gently patting your head. “Like I said, you’re safe now. No one is going to hurt you doll.”

He held the bowl up as a means of distraction, even if the sight of you looking so pitiful and helpless excited him.

“Hungry?”

Before you could even open your mouth your stomach gave a loud and angry rumble that had your cheeks flushing bright in embarrassment.

Childe laughed, a sound that made your heart squeeze, as he dipped the spoon into the soup and then held it to your lips.

You blinked at him with wide eyes.

“Come on don’t give me that look.” He tsked, nudging the spoon against your bottom lip gently.

“You can’t put stress on your wound and I want to make sure you’re eating well.”

You didn’t need to be told twice as you gladly let the man feed you the warm soup.

You couldn’t help the moan of satisfaction that bubbled in your throat as you tasted the yummiest dish you’ve ever had.

As you ate, enjoying that your poor tummy was finally filling with actual food, Childe was preoccupied with his own treat.

Watching your soft plump lips wrap around the spoon as you ate, or your pink little tongue coming out to lick any broth was enough to have dangerous images flash in his mind.

It was already enough that you were seated in just his t-shirt, and the way you looked at him like he was a God-sent was just too tempting.

“Slowly now.” He cooed, setting the spoon down and swiping his thumb across the corner of your lips as a drop of broth escaped.

You swallowed the food in your mouth thickly, embarrassed at how messy you were being.

“I’m sorry,” you started, “This is the first meal I’ve had in a while.” Your head hung low in shame but Childe was quick to tilt your gaze back up with two fingers under your chin.

“I know.” Was all he said.

Your eyes widened at his words, thoughts scrambling for an answer but he beat you to it.

“I’ve seen you around the harbor doing odd jobs for scraps. I was actually going to offer you a job but you ran off for the bounty before I could reach you.”

You nodded along, trying to remember if you’d ever seen the man around but you couldn’t recall a single memory.

“So that’s why you were in the mountains too.” You thought aloud. “W-Wait did you say you wanted to give me a job?”

You leaned in, almost as if making sure you didn’t mishear him.

The red-head laughed and nodded. “That’s right a job. You see my job is pretty demanding and I rarely have time to take care of my place or to relax.”

Your brows furrowed as you listened. “So you need a maid?”

Childe hummed and patted his chin as if thinking.

“Something like that. How about this. You come work for me, you’ll have a roof over your head and hot meals everyday and in return you help me out.”

Childe watched the gears in your pretty little head turn at rapid speeds, weighing your options. Not like you had much anyways, the man was kind enough to take you in, care for you and feed you, and now he just wanted someone to clean and you wouldn’t go hungry? You’d be stupid to say no.

“I’ll do it!” You said after a brief thought.

Childe’s eyes glimmered with unspoken glee at the fact that you fell right into his trap.

“Good. Get some rest, we’ll discuss further details once you’re better.”

And with that, he left you to your thoughts.

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Childe kept true to his word. Once you were fully healed he’d ask you to do basic housework like dusting his office, tidy the bedroom, wash the dishes.

It was easy work so you never really understood why you needed to wear an embarrassingly short uniform and the need for Childe to assist you so much.

He stood behind you when you dusted, his hard chest pressed against your back only for a second to grab something.

As you washed the dishes, Childe would playfully slip his fingers into the hem of your washing gloves, his rough fingers tickling your smaller palms.

But that was nothing compared to the fact that he had you sleep in his bed. He said bad people were after him so he needed to protect you at all times just in case which you naïvely accepted.

It was on one of these nights when you’d just finished your bath and was tucked comfortably into Childe’s chest that you began to really notice how he treated you.

Bosses didn’t let their hands roam down dangerously close to your lower back, cause goosebumps to rise under your thin nightgown right?

Childe must have sensed your tensed muscles as he tapped his fingers on your lower back.

“Something on your mind?” His voice rumbled his chest, dusting your cheeks pink at how sultry it was.

“Um– actually…” you tried to push away any inappropriate thoughts as you formed your sentences carefully.

“You mentioned back when you gave me this job that you wanted me to help you relax. W-When we’re close like this… does it help?”

Childe paused for a moment before a laugh shook his figure. He suddenly pushed you down against the sheets, his legs and arms caging you under him, your thighs spread as he rested between them as if it was the most causal thing to do.

You flushed deeply as your hands shot down to pull your night gown down, shielding your exposed panties from his hungry eyes.

“Oh baby it helps in so many ways, but it’s also so–“ he leaned down pressing his lips to your ear, “troubling for me.”

You tried to bite back the gasp that threatened to leave your lips as his hot breath fanned against your skin.

“Am I doing something wrong?” You frowned, worried that you were going to be thrown out.

The red-head chuckled as he pulled back a bit, his face merely inches away from your own.

“You are. You’ve been troubling me since I first saw you and you don’t even notice.”

He watched in amusement as your face fell, tears slowly springing to your eyes.

It was cruel to tease you like this but you were so pretty with little tears in your (e/c) orbs he couldn’t help himself. He brought his head down to kiss the scar on your shoulder lovingly.

“But you’re a good girl. You work hard, and I know you’ll continue to help me right?”

You nodded almost immediately, wanting nothing more than to fix whatever it was you messed up.

The man reached down, taking one of your hands into his own, pressing your open palm against the growing bulge.

You gasped, eyes going comically wide at his actions. His large hand cupped yours giving you no room to pull away as he pressed your hand harder against himself forcing you to feel how thick and heavy he was.

“This is what you do to me. Every time you bend over to clean something, every time you let out those cute little whimpers in your sleep, every time you bat those pretty lashes at me I get like this. You’ll take responsibility right? You agreed to it.”

You felt your heart thump dangerously quick in your ears, your mind fumbling to make sense of all this.

He was right, you did agree. Were you really seducing him? You didn’t want to be thrown out, you never wanted to feel the ache in your belly from hunger, the hard ground under you as you tried to sleep through the freezing nights.

Never again.

You took a steady breath, looking the man in the eye as your slightly trembling fingers gave a gentle squeeze around his bulge.

Childe broke out into a wolffish grin, wasting no time as he dove in to kiss the air right out of your lungs.

Your mind felt foggy as Childe undressed the both of you down to bare skin, the chill air hitting all of your most delicate parts farther showing how truly exposed to were to those ocean eyes.

You struggled to keep up with the hot kiss, his own lips dominating yours in such a slow and intimate way that sent the most trembling shivers down your spine.

He gently licked his way into your mouth, his larger tongue playing lewdly with your own as his hands wandered down to cup one of your breasts.

Childe swallowed any moans that left your swollen lips as he pinched and tugged at your hardened nipples, switching between the two until you weakly pushed at his shoulders indicating that you couldn’t breathe any longer.

He broke the kiss first, a thin clear string of your mixed saliva connecting your lips to prove your doubts wrong.

He moved his kisses from your cheeks down your neck until he reached your peaks, wasting no time as he enclosed his mouth over your right nipple and flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue.

Your back arched as a drawn out moan escaped you.

“Hm, impatient aren’t we?” He chuckled as you pushed your chest up higher, your body moving on its own to chase that delicious feeling.

“Ah– no don’t–“ you whimpered, one hand coming up to try and silence your pathetic moans and gasps while the other grasped the silk sheets below you.

“If you keep doing- hah… that I’ll–“

Childe pulled away with an obscene pop before sitting up, hooking his hands under your knees as he went and pulled them apart leaving you utterly exposed to him.

“Ready to cum just from having your nipples played with a little? My my what a lewd little body you have.”

His dark eyes slowly dragged down your frame till they drank up the sight of your cute drooling cunt clenching desperately around nothing.

Moving down to rest between your legs, his wide shoulders blocked your thighs from closing.

You couldn’t hold back the loud gasp when you felt Childe’s thumbs pull your lips apart and spit directly onto your entrance.

Everything about it was so filthy.

“If I had known you were this slutty I would have taken you right on that mountain when I found you. Maybe let those Fatui live so they could watch this soaking pussy take my cock like it was made too Hm?”

He blew a puff of hot air against your twitching clit, making you squeak and shoot your hands down to bury themselves in his red locks.

You couldn’t speak no matter how hard you tried to deny his words, especially with the way he was now flicking his tongue against your clit, lapping hungrily like a man starved.

Each swipe of his tongue had the knot in your tummy tighten harder and harder, your muscles just has tense and aching as the sensation forced your eyes to roll back.

If you would have known this is what he meant by helping him relax you would have questioned your work ethic much sooner.

Childe couldn’t help but let a deep groan out at how sweet you tasted on his tongue, the way you absolutely gushed on him painting his lips and chin messy with your slick and the sinful moans that slipped past your kiss swollen lips was enough to have him bucking into the mattress below for any friction against his leaking erection.

He could have mercy on you and take you right now, let your obviously untainted body adjust to his assault but Childe wasn’t a merciful man.

He pulled away for just a second, successfully suppressing your whines of protest when he closed his lips around your cunt and sucked.

Your hips stilled their incessant movement as stars exploded in your eyes. A loud cry ripped from your throat and your fingers tugged hard on the man’s hair, earning an appreciative groan as he eagerly drank up your essence.

Heat traveled up to your cheeks and ears when you saw the mess you created on Childe’s face, but his satisfied smile and hooded eyes told you he was more than okay with it.

“Ready to quit on me now baby?” He laughed at your fucked out expression, the force of your first orgasm already bidding your eyes shut in exhaustion.

Childe clicked his tongue as he settled back between your thighs, this time bringing his leaking cock head to rub lazily against your sensitive clit.

You gave a soft whine and looked down, your breath getting caught in your throat at his sheer size.

You knew it was big from just touching it earlier but seeing it resting on your tummy was astonishing.

“Its not gonna fit!” You protested, placing both hands on the man’s shoulders. “It’s too big!”

Childe bit back a moan, lining up his thick cock head before starting to bully his way into your tight body.

“You know what you’re doing to me don’t you?”

Your whole being tensed as fire ignited into your veins and shot out to every single inch of you.

The tears that stung painfully at your doe eyes now ran waterfalls down your tear-stained cheeks as every inch pushed in felt like your body was being ripped apart.

Even breathing was a delicacy you could not taste. Your eyes were fixed wide onto the smooth expanse of ceiling above you but still, you could not see.

“F-Fuck. So damn tight.” Childe hissed through a clenched jaw. Your greedy cunt was wrapped so tightly around him he could barely move. Each inch pushed in made his mind dizzy with lust.

You really were made for him. The way you babbled and whimpered so cutely, your body arching and trying to pull away only further awakening something so dominant and feral inside him. He needed to ruin you.

Without a another moment wasted he took a tight grip on your hips and slammed you all the way down onto his cock, forcing the last few inches in without a care.

He already had you where he wanted, now he couldn’t wait to take what was his.

Ignoring your yelps and cries he pulled his hips back and began a ruthless pace, taking your body for his own selfish pleasure.

“Shit, look at this little cunt sucking me in… don’t hide your face baby I wanna see you sob for me.”

The red head gave a breathy chuckle as you shoved your face into the side of your pillow, the material soaking up your tears as Childe’s relentless pace only quickened.

You felt like your whole body was being torn apart, your drooling pussy struggling to take him with ease but that wasn’t the cause of your turmoil, no it was that you liked it.

The burning stretch, the tight grip on your thighs, the painful slap of the man’s hips against your reddening ass.

All of it was so lewd and you liked it.

You obeyed as looked back up towards Childe, your eyes trying to focus but the pain of the stretch was now giving you a dangerously delicious high.

Childe let go of one of your thighs in favor of pinching your cheeks between his thumb and pointer finger with an insulting laugh.

“You like being taken like this huh? Like being nothing more than a tight little hole for me to use?”

You couldn’t help but cry out at his words, the fire in your body only igniting hotter as he spat degrading filth down at you as his pace only grew more and more until your moans were almost drowned out by the sensual sound of wet skin on skin.

“You gonna cum already? Can’t this slutty body last more than two minutes?” Childe groaned as you clenched around him even tighter than possible, his own release approaching quickly.

“Ch-Childe– ple-ah!” You choked on a sob your arms shooting up to wrap around the man’s back with your nails digging painfully down Childe’s skin leaving angry red lines.

Childe cursed at the added mix of pleasure pain, his hips beginning to falter as he desperately used you to reach his high.

He was so close, he just needed to feel you fall apart before him.

Without a second thought he released his grip on your cheeks and began a cruel assault on your clit, the rough pads of his fingers being the final push to send your whole being into a maddening phase of ecstasy.

Try as he might Childe couldn’t help but stop his rough pace abruptly as you gushed around his thick cock, soaking his pelvis and sheets with your release.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched beautifully before the most whorish shout of his name released past your kiss swollen lips.

Fuck fuck fuck

You were doing this on purpose, you wanted to destroy him.

Childe kept his hips flush against your ass only for a moment before he pulled out and made quick work to straddle your chest, gripping his cock with a moan and pressing the leaking head against your lips.

“Open. Now.” He demanded, his dark eyes leaving no room for arguments to which your mouth parted and stretched painfully around his thick girth.

It was easy for him to grip your hair and continue his ruthless pace, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat turning you into a gagging drooling mess.

Childe wiped a few of your tears away before a loud curse ripped through his throat and he forced your head down until your nose was buried in his soft tuft of hair.

The head of his cock stretched your throat open, forcing you to sputter and drink down every last drop of this thick hot load.

Childe kept you in place even for a few more seconds, even as your palms weakly tapped his thighs for mercy.

He released your hair and watched you lay limp against the sheets, looking absolutely destroyed for him.

“Good girl,” he cooed brushing your sweaty hair out of your eyes, “I’ll make sure you’re stuffed full everyday from now on.”

And he did keep his promise.

After that night Childe didn’t so much as let you blink without him all over you.

He’d take you anywhere anytime, on every surface of his place. He was addicted, even forbidding you from wearing anything that took too long to peel off of you so most of the time your poor body was exposed in some way or another.

Just like now, as he had you pinned face down on his desk at Northland Bank, his hand pulling your hair back as he pounded into you with jealous rage.

You’d finally found out his actual identity, as did everyone else but it wasn’t hard to figure out, especially when Childe shamelessly had you cookwarm him during meetings.

Everyone knew better than to even so much as breathe near you least they want their heads shipped back in a box to their families.

But some couldn’t help but steal glances here and there. They were all curious of who managed to occupy their bosses attention so vastly that he was willing to kill even his own.

“Did you enjoy having all those rookies eye fuck you huh? You love when people stare at this perfect body and wish they were in my position don’t you?”

Childe hissed into your ear as his merciless pace knocked the breath from your lungs.

You tried to speak, tried your best to cry out that no you were only his but once jealousy took over the man you could only brace yourself, even if his punishments left you trembling with more need.

You could feel every inch of his leaking cock, the head hit your cervix in a toe-curling sting that made the knot in your tummy tighten too quickly.

“Maybe I should just knock you up.” He said, forcing your eyes wide in shock, “Should fill your belly so full they’ll know who you belong to.”

Since he’d began using you to his hearts desire, not once had he released inside your cunt, always choosing to finish on a part of your body or make you drink it.

You nodded your head as much as you could in his grasp, wanting nothing more than to be absolutely stuffed full with him.

“Pl-please! Please Childe, yes yes!” You whimpered, trying to drive your point home by pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Fill me up please! Make a mess of me, please pleasepleaseplease–“

A dark laugh was heard before you, a cold shiver freezing your whole soul as you saw a tall man with golden eyes staring curiously down at you.

“Mr. Zhongli, you’re here early.” Childe greeted his friend as sweetly as if he wasn’t busy rearranging your guts in front of him.

“I finished work early so I thought I’d surprise you.” Zhongli casually took a seat before you, smiling politely to his friend.

Shame filled you to your bones as Childe’s pace never faltered, the two men chatting away as if you were even in the room.

You really were just a little play thing for Childe, something for him to use and play with no matter who was also there.

The knot in your belly was becoming undone much to your distress. Sure you’d met Mr. Zhongli a hand full of times but he’d never seen you so cock-hungry and desperate before.

The away your hands gripped onto the wide desk under you for leverage, your bruised neck and hips showing off Childe’s pretty work, and those eyes.

Those beautiful orbs that looked hazy with lust, tears spilling down and ruining documents under you.

You were beautiful before but now you were a work of art.

But Zhongli knew better than to get any funny ideas. Even he wasn’t ignorant to Childe’s wrath especially when it came to the cute little doll he always had on his arm.

You bit your lip hard, tasting blood as you desperately tried to hold off your climax but the embarrassment of being so roughly taken in front of someone else was doing wonders for you.

Childe seemed to have noticed your distress if it weren’t for the way your pussy clenched unconsciously tighter around him whenever Zhongli replied in that deep silky voice of his.

“Say Mr. Zhongli, since my cute baby here has been such a good girl for me I think she deserves a reward. She seems to enjoy hearing you speak–“

Suddenly you were lifted up and sat back down into Childe’s lap as he sat and hooked his arms under your thighs, exposing your messy cunt shamelessly to his best friend.

Zhongli successfully help back a groan as he watched your clit twitch and your breasts bounce beautifully with every thrust up.

You were so so close, you moaned and sobbed out pleas for release, you couldn’t take it anymore you were going to break.

“So– fuck, so Mr. Zhongli. It’s your call. Do you give this slutty body permission?”

“Please!” You begged, your hands reaching back to dig your nails into Childe’s arms. “Please let me cum, I can’t anymore– I’ll be good please!”

Zhongli’s arms crossed over his chest in content at the little display in front of him but unlike Childe he did have a compassionate bone in his body.

With eyes that glowed gold with unspoken promises, he muttered one command.

“Cum.”

You couldn’t hold back the loud sob as you came undone in front of the previous Archon, your cunt spasming and squirting messily all over the red-heads thighs sending him into his own release as he held you down and shot his hot thick load into you till it dripped out lewdly around his cock.

You lay slumped against Childe’s chest, every muscle in your body aching and your abused cunt feeling so full and sore but despite everything you couldn’t help the fucked out smile on your lips as you were positioned back on the desk, the sound of Mr. Zhongli’s zipper going down bringing you bliss.

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18 | Chapter nine

summary: You get thrown in a race that you don't know if you will win but Eddie is your #1 supporter and Billy has been avoiding you after what happened.

warnings: none honestly, but next one? omg

listen to: West Coast - Lana del Rey | St. Tropez - Lana del Rey here

word count: 2.6

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If you were being honest, you’d lost the track of the conversation after Ms. Kelley, the school council, had winced as she saw the list of Colleges that you’d chosen to apply on November. You instead had chosen to look behind her, seeing a flyer about the student council, student council. 

“I’m sorry dear,” she finally spoke louder, making you snap your attention towards her again. “I know you want to go to these schools and your grades are incredible but you need some extracurricular activities at least for now if you want to be accepted and need the financial aid,” she explained to you, a soft look on her face. 

“I was the head cheerleader in my other school and I joined the cheerleading squad,” you explain to her, and yet you could see the blank expression on her face. “But I’ve been working all my free time since I got here,” you whispered softly. 

“Maybe, you could volunteer in the church,” she said but you quickly grimaced. 

“I already do that too,” 

“Oh, I don’t see it in your file,” she explained as she fumble with the papers that you’d brought her while you pinched the bridge of your nose. 

“I don’t want to add that,” you said through gritted teeth and she frowned, before sighing. 

“Well, maybe you can change the Universities you have chosen and aim a little lower,”

If there was something that you hated the phrase aim lower. You’d been by Craig since he appeared into your life that you were worthless, that everything concerning you should always be a little lower, that you weren’t worth the time or the attention; and you spent your life proving him wrong. You were on the path to becoming valedictorian in your last school, you were the head cheerleader and you took care of your sister who was at the top of her grade. 

You’d spent your life trying to be the daughter that your parents knew that you were, the one that they raised in the few years that they roam this earth at the same time as you. 

You could never aim lower. 

It would mean that you betrayed them. 

Blinding rage came over you but you held it together for appearances because at the end of the day you knew that Mrs. Kelley wasn’t being a bitch on purpose, at least that’s what you told yourself to calm down. 

“I only want these schools, Mrs. Kelley,” you stated through gritted teeth and she nodded while raising her eyebrows, noticing that maybe you were a bit upset. 

She stayed silent for a second, eyes roaming your record over and over again, checking if she could find anything else that you would fit in, anything else she could do for you. Your eyes fell again on the flyer behind her and your mind lighted up.

“What about student council?” you asked her as she raised her head towards you, then she followed your gaze as she took the paper from the board as examined it. 

“That’s the icing on the cake, that’s what you need,” she explain, a pretty smile drawn on her face as she looked at you before she glanced at the paper again and frowned. “The elections are in a month, though,”

Your stomach suddenly dropped as she handed you the paper and you read that indeed you had about three weeks to create a campaign, make everybody in the school that you’d just arrived know you and vote for you. 

“I…” you stated as you tried to find the words. “It’s going to be so,” Mrs. Kelley cut you as soon as she realized that you were trying to assimilate how much you would have to work to be elected President of the student council at Hawkins High. 

“I am aware, but you have the grades, your cheerleader squad, and a good story to be told,” She said softly with an encouraging smile. “You would be a great candidate,”

You sighed. “No one knows me,”

Mrs. Kelley gave you an apologetic look for a moment. “Just try, come on if these schools are your dream, you owe it to yourself to try,” she said. 

I owe it to them, you thought. 

You blew out an anxious breath as you walked out of the small room, you put on your headphones trying to quiet your frantic heartbeat, your mind raising as you were already trying to figure out what options you had. Two options could happen: One, you would simply avoid the option of running for student president and risk losing your dream university. And two: she could run and fail miserably because she was mostly the unknown new girl who’d been in Hawkins for just over a week. 

There was a beat of silence. 

There was a third option though, you could win. 

“I’m going to run for president of the student council,” you stated as you walked towards Eddie who was waiting for you in his locker. He always waited for you before lunch and you appreciated it, it didn’t matter the scrunch noses people would give you or the surprise looks, you found Eddie a true friend.

“What?” he asked. 

“I’m running,” you stated, nodding along as if you were trying to convince yourself.

“Hm,” Eddie stated uninterested. 

“Please, give me your opinion,” you said with a frown in confusion at his reaction. 

Eddie sighed as he ran his hand full of rings through his long mane as people stared at both of him. Honestly, you still didn’t get the commotion, it was as if a girl in a cheerleading uniform couldn’t possibly be seen with someone wearing a hellfire shirt. 

“You know, you seem perfect for the role,” Eddie said with a shrug. 

“But?” you asked anxiously as your gazes met. 

“Why is there a but?” he chuckled while you groaned. 

“There’s always a but,” you said as you raised your eyebrow. 

“Not with you,”

“Really,” you scoffed as you turned right to your locker and started unpacking the books, Eddie leaned on the locker next to you. 

“I’ve known you for about two weeks and you are one of the first people that has treated me like a person,” Eddie stated as he looked at you with a small smile, those that you’d notice he didn’t let people see easily. 

“You are my friend,” you stated seriously before taking his hand and giving it a little squeeze, you didn’t mind the multiple rings, you simply wanted to assure him that he was great before you frowned in realization. “What about the others?”

Eddie laughed. “They were scared first and half of the school thinks I’m a freak,” he stated. 

“You are not,” you scoffed closing the door rather strongly, annoyed at his comment. 

You’ve realized in the couple of days you’d known Eddie that he liked to sell himself short, he liked to say that he wasn’t the big bad boy he usually showed off and that he, maybe, wasn’t good enough. Just like everyone else had told you in life and you’d refused. 

“y/n,” Eddie stated seriously as he walked alongside you. 

Eddie raised his brow with barely concealed amusement and you smiled. 

“Maybe a little,” you sighed before he pushed the door of the cafeteria for you. 

“That’s how I like it,” Eddie said with a shrug. “But you are great, I mean, you are a cheerleader that has no problem being seen with me in the cafeteria,”

“You guys and your stereotypes!” you whined as you rolled your eyes. 

“It’s true, it isn’t like Chrissy would hang out with me,” he stated as he longingly looked at her on the table destined for the cheerleaders. 

“That’s not true,” you responded easily, Chrissy was honestly one of the kindest people you’d found in Hawkins alongside Eddie. “Maybe, you should just talk to her,” 

Eddie scoffed as he glared at you. “Right, because is so easy,” he stated sarcastically and you gave him a little push before you reached the lunch line. “Anyway, you’ll be fine,” he said nonchalantly, immediately biting your bottom lip at the thought of running for Student president while you got your lunch. “Nancy’s going to help you with all of the speeches, Jonathan can help you with the posters and photographs anyway and Robin can be the one that creates films for the school news or whatever, and I…” he said as he walked towards the table the group would usually hang out. “I will play at every one of your events,” he said as he raised his hands and bowed down for a moment. 

You let out a small laugh. 

“Thank you,”

“And it’s not like you’re invisible,” he said as he sat down. “People have seen you and notice you,”

“Right, because I’m Hawkins High latest gossip,” you said with a scoff. After two weeks people weren’t still tired of looking at you and trying to find out new things, you’d notice their looks and the whispers in the hallways.

“Yeah, and because you have Hargrove running like a little puppy behind you at every turn,” Eddie stated and you froze. 

“That’s not true,” you scrunched your nose. “He hasn’t talked to me or even gotten near me since we fought,”

It was true, Billy seemed to be avoiding you like the plague since the day at Peaches and although it seem to be for the best, you didn’t know why your mood seemed to be a bit bitter after it. You knew that there was something up with him, and yes, you appreciated that he’d stopped stalking you and you appreciated the little space you’d gotten after your last conversation. You still recalled how it felt when he leaned down and got so close to you, you still remember the scent of cigarette and something like the sea that invaded you while you glared at those big blue electric eyes. 

“Well, he would be good for votes,” Eddie stated as he started to eat and you couldn’t help but turn around and glance at the table where Billy usually sat for a few moments before he went to his Camaro. 

Suddenly, your eyes met. He held your gaze and you held him, it was only for a second, and yet, you couldn’t help how your heart slowly twisted as he immediately looked away from you in an even more aggressive way. You winced at his reaction and you frowned. You didn’t regret kicking him out of Peaches, he deserved it after calling you a bitch but maybe he was right, maybe you were too defensive around him given your track record with boys like Billy. You still had to do an assignment together and although you were for sure stubborn, you were aware that you needed Billy to do the assignment right and bad blood wasn’t good for a successful project. 

Maybe that was it, you just needed to clear the air. Or Maybe he was done with you, you thought. 

“So, who’s ready to party?” Steve announced as he sat down on the table loudly along with Robin, who rolled her eyes in a mostly amused way.

“We definitely are,” Eddie announced, he couldn’t hold back that mischievous smile he usually gave people. 

You smiled before giving a last look at where those golden curls were and you sighed. 

“Don’t forget the thing that I asked for,” you stated before beginning to stand up. 

“Wait, where are you,” Robin asked but you cut her off. 

“It’ll be a minute,” you warned her before you walked towards the table, soon people such as Carol or Tommy H., or even Tina began to turn around as you got closer.

You sighed, already annoyed at the unwanted attention but you knew you had to do this and you had to do it now before it seemed like it was too late. You composed yourself as you arrived at the table, back a little bit more straight and your nose pointing to the sky while you stood next to Billy while he still avoided your gaze. 

“Hey, Hargrove,”

Honestly, Billy was just glad that it was Friday already. Because avoiding you had gotten to be tiring as well. He’d been able to evade conversation in English by showing up as soon as the class bell rang, sitting far in the back, and left class as soon as it was over before you could even get a word in. And any time he saw you walking towards him, he’d walked the other way. Nonetheless, Billy was running out of options, he was aware that you would eventually talk to him about the assignment and yet Billy felt like he couldn’t even look at you after the dream that he had of you. Especially when you were looking like that in your cheerleader uniform, skirt a little bit too tall as his eyes lingered on your legs for a moment. It was a short skirt and Billy had to help himself for his lips not to quirk up slightly as he recalled his dream. 

And yet, he was aware that you would try to corner him after a while and you’d be successful because, despite your unassuming expression and goody-two-shoes persona, Billy could tell that you were determined.

And here you were. 

“Yeah,” he stated curtly and you frowned. 

“Can we talk?”

Billy sighed and rolled his eyes, trying to feign an annoying attitude to mask the way he felt his face warming up. You stared at him, waiting for his answer as the people around him snickered and gaze at you, especially Jason Craver who you’d been avoiding like the plague as well. 

“Yeah, come on Billy,” Carol gushed. “Go with the princess,”

You rolled your eyes at her comment. 

“Sure,” Billy finally stated, unable to think of a quick enough excuse. 

He quickly stood up and motioned for you to get out of the cafeteria, walking in silence towards the parking lot, specifically his Camaro. Your eyes still gaze at the car like the first time you’d seen it. It was a good car and you couldn’t help to smirk at the thought that you’d left him behind but suddenly, Billy cleared his throat. 

“I’m sorry,” you finally sighed, looking straight into his gaze as he frowned. 

“What?”

You bit your inner cheek while placing your hands on the pockets of the leatherman jacket cheerleaders you had on. “I’m sorry about biting your head off at Peaches,” you replied truthfully, although you felt your ego hurting a bit as you stated. 

“Kinda deserve it,” Billy said with a shrug. 

He did regret the way he’d said that you were a stuck-up bitch. You didn’t deserve it. 

“You did,” you reason and Billy smirked and cocked his head as he looked at you through his lashes; you tried to pay them no attention but it was a bit hard. “Look I want us to at least make this project in peace so, what do you say we have a truce?”

Billy raised his eyebrows, tongue sticking out of his mouth in a playful manner. He probably had the most infectious smile that you’d ever seen and you but your lip as you gazed at him. 

“A truce, princess?” he asked. “Or maybe you’ve just been missing me?”

You snapped at his words, raising an eyebrow while glaring at Billy. 

“Don’t push your luck, Hargrove,” you warned him. 

At least that fire wasn’t gone, he thought. 

“Okay, okay,” he said with a smile, pressing his tongue to his cheek as he watches you carefully. 

“So, truce?” you asked him as you offer your hand. 

Billy smiled, he really smiled as he took your hand into his. You smile at him as if it would avoid feeling the goosebumps appearing over your skin by the way his calloused hands touch you. Maybe he held you for a little bit too long, maybe you let him hold you a little bit more than what you’d anticipated. 

“Truce,”

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author's note: ok so this chapter was a bit of a filler chapter before next couple ones that are going to be crazy and I'm excited for them because goooooood. so yeah like don't worry about this one so much but I really hope you like the relationship with Eddie, so chapter 10?? IT'S GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME. I'm extremely grateful for all the support, really, like I can't explain how much your kind comments mean to me like they have really become the highlight of my year!! thank you so much. I also loved your reactions to chapter 8 always made my day

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[tainted-liquor]

racism and 'hiimayee'/'mayearies'

hi! so, I know Im not posting as frequently as I should be n I kinda fell off, BUT! theres a reason for that that I will be discussing today.

so, around maybe a month or so ago I was added to an insta gc with a handful of writers. Some being ash, maye, Dalia, a mutual friend named Ash, who we refer to as Lash, and a few others. Keep in mind, just so there is no misconception, the dominant population of this groupchat was both black and queer. I am not going to define who as its not relevant, and I would like to respect everyones privacy.

So, one day in the groupchat, we were all joking around when maye decided to call Dalia, aka @primaviva, a b--der h**per.

Now, for some who are confused lets go over the term 'b--der h**per' and its history.

This is a racial slur that aims to offend the Latino community, specifically Mexican immigrants. it is a callback to the border laws that prevent non-U.S. citizens from entering the United States without legal documentation, otherwise known as a passport or a 'green card' that will recognize you as a U.S. citizen. Throughout history, the government has made it harder and harder to apply for U.S. citizenship. Especially if the person attempting to migrate doesn't have the appropriate funds to finance this kind of migration. This is a form of systemic oppression to further segregate POC from White America, and this system has been critized in the past due to its nature and America even being stolen land.

As stated above, this slur is aimed at Mexican Immigrants. However, anyone of any culture can be an immigrant. When Maye knowingly said this to Dalia, not only was she using a derogatory term used to berate those who spent years trying to find a way towards a better life against her, but she was also grouping her in a category that is not her own. Dalia is NOT Mexican-American. She is puerto rican and dominican. So not only does this term not apply to her, it groups the entire Latino community in a giant umbrella of ignorance that erases her culture, and throws it under one title that is not her own.

To put this into perspective, lets use a hypothetical example.

Jen is Mexican-American. Her culture has deep roots that contributed to everyday history. While some components of her history may be similar to other Latino heritage, they are not the same and differ in many ways.

Gabriella is Puerto-Rican. She too has some similarites to other Latino/spanish speaking cultures, but there is an entirely different story to how her people came to be.

Grouping Jen and Gabriella together is ignorant. Doing this overlooks and dismisses their difference in history and boils their culture down to one small similarity; Spanish. You wouldn't call Gabriella a deragotory term that doesn't apply to her, because not only is it racist, but it also takes a massive eraser to her culture and roots. To put these two under the same roof and unite them under one thing is essentially telling them "you're all the same."

Cultural erasure is already a big problem in non-white communities. Anything that differs from European american history is already not talked about, but to do this is just a slap in the face.

And to put the icing on the cake, this was her apology. Which took her 3 tries...

#1, which was already an issue in itself...an emoji for racism is crazy.

#2, which still wasn't sufficient for racism...

And #3, in which she attempt to deflect the situation by saying we use "problematic language". Which, is only the n-word amongst each other. Because we're all black!

She even got defensive when Dalia assumed she was Latino due to how quickly the word was sent like it was normal. This was not a PROPER apology, regardless of how lengthy it was.

And to make matters worse, this isn't the first time she's been caught saying some racist/problematic shit.

This post is lengthy, and for that, I apologize. But I would like to address one last component of this post before I sign things off.

As you can see in one image, Maye cracked a joke about 'curry' when talking about Pakistani women's education activist Malala.

Let's take a moment to explain why this is problematic, and how cracking jokes about curry when on the topic of Pakistan is an issue.

Pakistan is a country in South Asia that neighbors India. This country has a beautiful and unique history of its own that very rarely is taught in classroom settings, just like I said earlier with any sort of history that is not European. One of the racial stereotypes of its South Asia is their 'abundance of curry', and all of their meals being some type of 'curry'

This is again an ignorant and narrow-minded ideology regarding the topic of race and its similarities to other countries that are similar in certain aspects. It pushes people into a marginalized box, and labels them as 'all the same'.

I ask that you do research before spreading a harmful narrative about peoples culture, and don't be ignorant. Thank you for taking time to read this post.

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[bellysoupset]

bella would be lovely! maybe the sickie eats a bunch of colorful stuff and the sick is multi-colored. it would be a fun little detail to throw in. thanks for listening!

- 🎪

It's been a long time coming, I'm sorry!

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Lucas smiled, watching Bella jump up and down like a little kid, the excited joy almost alien in her normally nonchalant personality.

The itinerary amusement park was in town, a surprising thing in itself, because no itinerant park ever stopped by their small college oriented town. Bella had been talking about it non stop, apparently all three of her co-workers had already visited.

The park had a clown motif on everything. Lucas didn't like clowns, so he made a face at the painted characters on every attraction, while Bella looked more and more pleased. She loved clowns, maybe because they were creepy.

"What do you wanna do first?" He asked, hand in hand with her.

"I wanna go on the ferries," she answered, resting her head on his shoulder, a gigantic smile on.

"Alright, baby, ferries it is then," Lucas nodded, planting a kiss on the top of her curls.

He wasn't expecting to enjoy it quite as much as he was. Yes, he was clammy with sweat in no time since it was a warm day and yes, there had been a lot of queues, but the rides were fun and he had obliterated Bella in the bumper cars. Only for her to win him a large teddy bear in the shooting range, perfect aim causing the pimpled kid working the booth to pout and grumble about "cheating hilly billies."

"Can we put this in the car? So we don't have to carry it around," Bella said, poking the cute teddy bear and Lucas nodded, being guided through the crowd since Bell still had her fingers intertwined with his.

The minute he bent to plant the teddy bear in the backseat of the car, Bella was shoving him in, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. He fell on his back with a chuckle, his head meeting the teddy bear's fluffy foot, "we're-" his next words got swallowed up by a kiss as Bell got on top of him, "we're in public, you man eater!" Lucas giggled, smiling as he felt her moving her kisses down his cheek, to his neck.

"We're not doing anything," Bella said, voice muffled by his neck and Luke let out a happy sigh, sliding a hand over her little jeans shorts and squeezing her ass, "making out isn't a crime."

"Compelling argument," he said, moving on the seat so he was sitting down instead of sprawled on his back with his feet sticking out of the door and pulling her closer by the waist. He was toying with the hem of crop top, when his stomach interrupted them both by growling loudly.

"Mood killer," Luke scoffed, but didn't stop him from kissing her again, Bella giggling when her own belly let out a twin growl.

"Let's have lunch," she said into his mouth, "we can continue this later."

"I'm taking that as a promise, Bells" He kissed her once more, then pulled back.

He had her lipstick all over his mouth, Bella getting on her tiptoes in order to try and clean it.

There was a huge line for the food stand, so she draped over him, chin resting on his bicep as Lucas started telling her about the new classes he had, since the student year had just started back up.

"So do you get two proms?"

"It's not a prom," Luke scoffed, cheeks blushing, "I'm not a teenager."

"Answer my question, nerd" Bella rolled her eyes, fingers fiddling with the huge armholes of his tanktop, "two graduations?"

"Yeah, but I can just pick the second one and have them give me both degrees."

"Show off," she smiled brilliantly, "I hope you know how proud I am of you."

His whole face was on fire, so Lucas looked away, squeezing her hand in his. It was finally their turn to order and between the hunger, the heat and the butterflies, his stomach was actually hurting.

They found a nice little hill near the park and sat down on the grass, their huge lunch order split between them. Everything fried. Cake funnel, donuts, corndogs, fries, deep fried oreos, churros...

"I think you ordered too much food," Bella said, eyeing the amount with suspicion and falling on her back on the grass, already polishing up her first corn dog.

"No, I didn't," Lucas rolled his eyes, patting his stomach, "it's bulking season, remember? I'm off diet."

"Oh yeah, your state mandated eating disorder," she snorted, turning on her side, "this cannot be good to your heath long term, baby."

"It's not long term, it's the last year," he pouted, finishing a corn dog in three bites. Bella hummed, reaching for a sprinkles covered donut and then she let out a moan.

"These are really good, Luke. Try it-" she teared a piece of her donut, pushing it in his mouth and he laughed, almost biting her fingers.

"Manners!?" Lucas pushed her hand down, then wrinkled his nose, "eh... I don't know, I didn't like it."

She let out an offended scoff, "more for me, I guess," Bella said, grabbing all the sprinkled donuts and piling them near her side, while Lucas continued to eat all the salty food.

He was halfway through a caramelized apple when Bella let out a groan and sprawled on the grass, a hand resting on her stomach, "I'm done."

"That was hardly anything," he rolled his eyes, although he was surprised she had managed to eat all the donuts. Bella groaned, tugging on her jeans shorts.

"Leave me alone," she said, "eat your food, I still wanna go in at least two more rides."

"I had no idea you loved parks so much," Lucas said, balling up the greasy papers of the now empty containers.

"It's like music concerts," she sighed, looking up at the clouds, "minus the super hot bands and the musicians, of course."

He rolled his eyes, "Of course."

"I like the atmosphere," Bella explained, smiling, "I like the contagious energy. Rubs off on me."

"So like an energy vampire," Lucas teased, "that guy from Twilight."

Bella raised an eyebrow, "...How many times did you watch the movies, you dork?"

"I read the books," Lucas shrugged, "when I was thirteen."

"Oh my god," she giggled, covering her face with her hands, "all of them?!"

"All of them," he nodded solemnly, then eyed the last remaining caramelized apple, "okay, no. This one is getting trashed."

Bella raised her head from the grass, frowning, "you're done? So soon?"

"I don't wanna spend the rest of the day feeling gross," Lucas shrugged, getting up with all the litter in his arms, "we have plans for later," he threw her a cocky wink and then walked away to get rid of the trash.

Bella was already sitting up when he came back and she muffled a little burp against her hand as Lucas stood in front of her, "let's go?"

"Here, hydrate," Lucas handed her a bottle of water, grabbing Bell's outstretched hand and pulling her up. He patted her ass, getting rid of the grass that had stuck to the jeans and causing her to roll her eyes in an amused manner.

"You're so very subtle..." Bella looped her arms with his, "let's go on the viking pirate ship? And then the ferris wheel? Where do you wanna go?"

"We can do the viking ship, but I don't know about the rest, baby," Lucas eyed the sky. The sun was just starting to hide behind clouds and the temperature dropping, "it's starting to look like it'll rain."

"We're not gonna melt, Lucas" Bella rolled her eyes, pulling him through the crowd.

"Yeah, but I don't trust these rides to work in the rain, Isabella."

"You are such a worrywart, like it's your job or something," Bella said as they got in line for the ride. It was a short one, Lucas was right and the sky was turning quite dark, most of the parents packing away their little ones to avoid getting rained on.

"No, c'mere," Bella said when he attempted to sit down the minute they were allowed to climb on the big viking boat, "the middle is the most boring part. It's physics, baby," she dragged him to the far back, where the seats were smaller, only fitting three people. Only two with how much space Luke occupied.

"I've never been on this ride," he said, as they lowered the metal bar and checked if it was secure. It pressed against his stomach after such a packed lunch and he moved up, straightening up, "is this even secure for you? You could still fly out," he said, noticing the bar was far from pressing on Bella.

"I have hands, relax," she rolled her eyes, squeezing the metal bar in her hands, "see?"

He didn't like it one bit. Lucas planted his left hand on top of Bella's right one, making sure it was planted to metal and squeezing it too. He heard her let out a huff, but then the ride started.

First the boat swayed gently, forward and back. Then it started to pick up speed and soon the whole ride was doing almost entire loops. Going as far out as it could, then coming back.

Lucas let out a scream as the boat went back, meaning they were going higher and higher, almost upside down. He had never been afraid of heights, but he felt a jolt of terror rush through him. He squeezed the metal harder and moved his arm out, pressing it to Bella's chest when he felt the centrifuge force pull her to the center, ungluing her from the chair... Then the ride dropped back again, his stomach freezing over.

It wasn't even ten minutes, but when it finally stopped Lucas was panting for air, little terrified tears glued to his eyelashes.

"Holy fuck, Bella!" He cried out, sniffling and turning to look at her. Only to frown, "Bella?"

"Lu..." she gulped down, trying to push the metal bar off of her, but to no avail. The operator opened them and then started rattling out instructions.

Lucas cringed as he noticed how pale she was, her golden tan turning grey. Her throat bobbed dangerously, "shh, okay, breathe in, I'm gonna get you out of here-" he grabbed her by both arms, forcing her standing and Bella groaned. She was steady on her feet, but clearly without knowing each way to go.

"Alright, I-" Lucas looked around, panicked. They managed to get out of the ride, but the place was still packed tight and he couldn't find a single trashcan. In his arms, he felt Bella heave and then groan, muffling a sick burp against his chest, "fuck, Bells, let's try to get-"

He didn't finish that sentence, because Bella shoved him by the chest and managed to turn away just in time to cover her combat boots in colorful vomit. Lucas cringed, holding the hair away from her mouth.

"Aww Bell... It's okay, let it up, at least you'll feel better," he said, reaching on her wrist and grabbing a hair tie, tying the curls in a lose knot on the base of her nape.

Bella let out a whimper, the next heave making her bend in half, hands planted on her knees as her stomach got rid of the heavy sugary lunch they had had. Lucas couldn't help but wince, the donuts were doing a number on her with how chunky they were and her heaves were loud and painful.

She straightened up, sniffling. Black tears had ran down her cheek, completely smudging her eyeliner and her whole face was splotchy with the effort, "I'm sorry-" Bella groaned, burping wetly against her hand, "sorry..."

"Don't apologize," he rolled his eyes, pulling her into a hug, "c'mon, let's go to the car..."

He attempted to move, but it was too much too soon, because Bella let out another burp and then her hands dug in his belly as she pushed him apart from her and vomited down her front.

Her gunmetal croptop got covered in rainbow sprinkles puke, the mess sliding down - "Okay, hold on, hold on," Lucas grabbed the hem of the top, folding it up in order to avoid the mess spilling down her naked stomach or into her shorts, "I got you, Bella."

She let out another pitiful whine, another dripple of vomit rushing out, then sighed, "I'm...I'm done."

He sure hoped so, Lucas, thought, noticing how heavy her top was, "don't move, babe," he said, then tugged on the neck hole of her top and carefully got it past her head. He dropped the top on the ground, without a care. That one was done for, there was no saving. Bella shuddered, crossing her arms around herself in a self conscious manner as she stood in the middle of the park in just her black sport bra.

"Lucas-"

"It's okay, here," he stripped his tank top and passed it to her. It was so long it looked like a dress, so he pointed the shorts under the tank top, "might as well open those, give your belly some room."

"Good call," Bella said, her voice raspy, and she undid the buttons of her shorts, wrapping an arm around her sick stomach, "I wanna go home, I really don't feel well, Luke."

"I know... Come on, hop up-" he turned around and although Bella hesitated for a second, it only took one pat to her thigh for her to drape her arms around his shoulders and jump, wrapping her legs around his waist. He held her thighs, settling her correctly so she wouldn't slip from the piggyback ride and felt Bella press her chin to his shoulder and planting a kiss there.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome, Bells," Lucas started to walk back to the car, "was it just motion sickness? And the heavy lunch? Or-"

"Not sure," she pressed herself closer to him, letting out a sigh he could feel too, "I'm just really queasy... Not sure if I ate too much or if the food was bad or whatever."

He winced at the idea of it being good poisoning, "let's hope it's just the first," he squeezed her leg, that was wrapped around his torso, "tell me if I need to put you down, okay?"

"Okay," she said in a tiny voice, then pressed a kiss to his cheek, "I love you."

Lucas smiled, turning his face and planting a kiss on her forehead, "i love you too."

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[devinabechtel]

the morning after.

That morning she woke up with the most sour taste in her mouth — an urging sense of drought, the bitter remnants of gin and chocolate mixed with a tang of regret that she couldn’t quite place.

Glancing at the clock had been her first mistake. The hands of the clock were mercilessly aimed at fifteen past eleven, a good few hours past her normal wake-up time. Risking a look in the mirror had been her second. Devina’s mouth fell open at the sight of her hair in tangles, crusty clumps of mascara smudged under her eyes and some dried up chocolate at the edges of her lips.

Looking good Bechtel, a voice nagged in her head. A sound eerily close to that of Amycus’ voice, she realized at once.

Sweet mother of Merlin.

Amycus. She recalled it then — the visions of them together swarming towards the front of her brain. The gin, the laughter, the cake, the kiss. Oh god. The kiss.

The world seemed to spin on its axis as she jumped out of bed. The walls of the rooms swaying dangerously back and forth as she tried to find her balance. The back of her nightgown clung uncomfortably against her skin. Oh god — oh god. Bile rose up in her throat, sending her running for the bathroom.

The following minutes were spent by the porcelain toilet bowl regretting every decision she had made in the last twenty-four hours. The marble floor felt cool against her skin and it had been some relief, at least, until she forced herself to get into the shower. 

It was only when she left her bathroom a good half-hour later that she noticed a vial on her bedside table. Drink me, a small note attached to it read. Devina chuckled wryly at it after she had read its label — hangover potion. Oh well, Devina thought as her stomach churned angrily, better late than never.

Devina had listened for footsteps, ear pressed against the door, before she had dared to leave her room. Her one mission today, she had decided, was to avoid Amycus Carrow at all cost. When she deemed the coast clear, she quietly moved between her and Alecto’s room, her feet softly thudding on the carpet.

It was just then that Katrina exited her daughter’s bedroom, nearly giving Devina the fright of her life if it hadn’t been for the woman’s graceful way of opening a door. She had a knowing smile on her face, one that Devina choose to ignore, not wanting to know which Carrow it was that had sent her the potion.

It took the two women merely a minute of conversing to update one another on Alecto’s wellbeing. She hardly slept throughout the night, despite her normal dosage of the dreamless sleep potion, so she was exhausted. She just had breakfast, though she only ate a small bite of everything. She seems lucid but fragile, et cetera, et cetera. It seemed like they had taken a step forward, only to take 3 steps back after last night’s incident.

“Vee,” Alecto croaked as Devina entered the room, voice notably damaged from last night’s screams.

“Hello,” Devina — or was it Vee now — answered, her eyebrows tangled in a soft crinkle of surprise at her new nickname. She ambled over to Alecto’s bed. “How are you feeling?” 

Alecto replied with a short huff before patting the covers next to her, inviting her up like she was some sort of cat. Devina didn’t mind it. If anything, she was thankful for the excuse to lie down again. 

“Will you play with my hair?” The brunette requested in a soft voice as Devina climbed onto the four-poster bed, taking up her place next to Alecto.

They had lied there in silence for a little while, with Devina softly stroking the other girl’s hair. Something two sisters might have done, she thought.

“You must think I’m insane,” Alecto whispered into the air, turning on her back so she could look up at Devina to gauge her reaction.

Devina shook her head. “I don’t.” 

“It just gets too much sometimes, inside my head I mean and I —“ Alecto swallowed thickly, the corners of her mouth curling downwards. “Last night, I just — I lost it.” She casted her eyes downwards. “Again. I lost it again.” A tear rolled down her cheek, her lashes fluttering as they lost the battle with it. “And on his birthday..”

Devina took the other girl’s hand to hold it in her own. “Amycus understands,” She said, using her other hand to wipe at Alecto’s cheek gently, catching the tear before it could fall down her chin. “It’s okay, Alecto, I promise.”

“Thanks.” Alecto sniffled, her shoulders curling inwards as she turned back on her side. She seemed so small then, so broken.

Devina wrapped her hands around the girl’s shoulders, squeezing her gently before tucking the loose strands of Alecto’s hair behind her ear. “It it happens again, you can tell me and we’ll just walk away for a bit. We’ll take some breaths, do some exercises —“ Devina sat up a little straighter and swallowed. She had no idea what she was doing. “Like this one where you use your four senses, it’s meant to be grounding..”

“Sounds kind of dumb.” Alecto mumbled, sniffing loudly. 

“Maybe it is, I don't know. Let's find out together." She said, clapping her hands together before she let herself rest against the pillows again. “Sight — I can see the windows. It’s raining outside, I can hear that, too.” She begun, propping herself up on her elbow so she had better access to Alecto’s dark locks. “One thing I can feel, is your hair.” She twirled a strand of hair between her fingers. “And smell, I smell fresh sheets.”

“Now you.” Devina nudged. 

Alecto sighed. “Are you really making me do this?” She asked begrudgingly. When Devina didn’t respond, she cleared her throat and began summing up. “I see the picture on my nightstand, it’s one of us in Moscow. It’s one of my favorites.” Alecto muttered, “I can hear.. The geese outside. Did you know we had geese?”

“Hmm,” Devina answered, “Go on.”

Alecto sniffed. “I think I smell chocolate.”

Devina’s stomach dropped, her cheeks flushing that obvious shade of pink. She was glad Alecto was facing the other way, it would’ve been a challenge to feign her innocence otherwise.

“Do you?” Devina asked nonchalantly, removing her hand from Alecto’s head. She repositioned herself. “Okay, now what do you feel?”

“Sleepy.” Alecto yawned on cue, shifting slightly to place her hands under her pillow. “This is making me sleepy.”

Devina smiled. “Go to sleep then,” She said, nudging the older girl’s shoulder before pulling the covers over her tall but boney frame. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Some time had passed laying on the covers by Alecto’s side before she heard her breathing slow down. Devina didn’t dare move, feeling like a parent who had just put their fussy child to sleep. Naturally, that had made her think of her own mother and father. A thought that gave a firm and sharp tug at her heart. But Devina couldn’t help it, whatever spare moment of alone time with her own thoughts she had at Carrow house, her mind always reverted back to something that made her sad. 

The alternative hadn’t been much better — thinking back to last night’s events was something Devina wanted to avoid entirely. 

When she was sure Alecto was fast asleep, Devina had allowed herself to sink a little further into those heavenly pillows, letting her eyes shut for a moment. Her limbs felt heavy and the dull ache at her temples didn’t seem to ever go away. It would just be for a minute, Devina heard herself think, she could close her eyes for just one minute — 

#| the morning after.

[pastelwitchling]

Alex’s ears were ringing. After being camped out in front of a screen for all hours of the day, he wasn’t surprised his senses were a little fragile right now. He thought his head was going to explode, every tiny sound like drums going off in his temples. Even the crickets’ chirping this late at night was getting on his nerves and as he parked in his and Michael’s driveway, he pressed the base of his palm to his eye to keep calm.

He wasn’t a naturally impatient person. His military training had entailed endurance beyond measure, but in very rare moments, like this one, Alex’s nerves felt frayed and his head ached in a way that would not heal without a handful of painkillers and a night with his face smushed against his husband’s chest.

That was all he’d wanted as he’d stepped out of his car and headed towards the front porch. He put the key in, and stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose. His migraine had been getting worse the last couple of hours, but Alex was obsessed with finishing things. It had just been one more file, one more passage. One more hour. If not for Michael’s text, he might’ve lost track of time completely.

He managed a smile to himself, twisting the wedding band on his ring finger. Sometimes it was still hard to believe he had that now; someone to remind him of the time, to keep him anchored back to earth.

The thought of Michael cut through his exhaustion, and he twisted the knob, eager to see his husband. The entrance hall lights were off and Alex made it to the light switch in the living room, flicking it on, before everyone jumped out from behind couches and chairs and counters, screaming, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEX!”

Alex, on instinct, grabbed his gun and aimed it. Everyone’s smile fell at once and they stumbled back, and Alex, his head now screaming, put the gun down and tucked it away.

“S-Sorry,” he murmured, running a hand over his face. The smiles returned and Rosa was already cackling. “What’re you guys doing here?”

“Um,” Liz raised a brow at Kyle, laughing. “It’s your birthday?”

Alex blinked. “It is? Oh yeah . . . it is. Where’s . . .” he started, but Michael was already coming out of the kitchen with a cake in his hands.

“Right here, baby,” he smirked. He held up the cake that read in blue frosting; Happy 36th, Hubby. “Isobel made it, so I’d be careful—ow, Is!”

“Don’t worry,” Liz said. “I tasted it first. It won’t kill you—ouch, Isobel!”

“You’re both morons,” Isobel said from where she hung off Kyle’s shoulders. “My cakes are amazing, tell them, Cheekbones.”

But Kyle wasn’t watching Isobel. His eyes were on Alex and his brows were furrowed; ever the doctor. “You okay, Manes?”

“Hm?” Alex realized he’d been staring through the cake, completely zoned out. The pulse in his temples was throbbing. He was grateful to everyone for coming, but he had a feeling if he tried to speak, gibberish would come out. “Yeah, mhm.”

“You’ve done so much for all of us,” Rosa said, hooking her arm around Liz’s. “We wanted to make your birthday special.”

Alex managed a faint chuckle. “Guys, I don’t do it for anything in return—”

He cut off as everyone simultaneously groaned.

“Oh my god, we get it, Captain America!”

“Wow, aren’t you perfect!”

“Be still my heart, I may swoon!”

“I am swooning!”

“Okay, okay,” Alex laughed, the tension in his chest already loosening. “Very funny.”

Then he flinched at a sudden sting in his head, and covered his eyes with a trembling hand. Nobody was laughing then.

“Hey,” Michael murmured, handing the cake to someone else and touching Alex’s waist. “Baby . . .”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” he mumbled, leaving his hand over his eyes for another few seconds. He finally put it down, exhaling shakily. “Seriously, I-I’ve just been staring at a screen for a long time. But . . . you guys really didn’t have to do all of this. Thank you.”

“It was Michael’s idea,” Liz said, hands on her hips. “If you can believe it.”

Michael hugged Alex’s waist, lightly kissing his jaw as if hoping the gentle touch would soothe his headache. “I wanted to spoil my husband.” He started to smile. “My hubby. The love of my life. My—”

“You still love saying it, don’t you?” Alex laughed.

“I will always love saying it,” Michael said adamantly. He lightly scratched the back of Alex’s head, which actually did help ease some of the pain. “We can just go to bed, if you want? Celebrate tomorrow?”

“No,” Alex said, taking his hand and kissing his wrist. “No, I want to celebrate right now. With my husband and my friends.”

Michael hummed, smiling. “Your hubby? You soulmate? Your—”

“STOP.”

***

Happy 36th, my beautiful Tyler ❤

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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♡SweetGasoline♡.

Request:Can I request Oliver gas lighting a reader who's innocent.

⚠️Warning⚠️:Gaslighting,playboy,scumbag Oliver!,manipulation,(As chapters go by this list will get longer and more tense)

I'm sorry anon but I made this into a chaptered book!

Gaslighting is not cool!

Part 1/???

Playboy Oliver x reader

You were so happy to start your new school,You were nervous to. It's the middle of the semester and your going to a new university.

But making friends wasn't really hard for you,You don't like being around to many people so you'd choose a small handful.

So here you are In front of a new class with new faces. You didn't like being the center of attention so you shyly introduce yourself.

You told them your name and how your not from around here.You told them you've only been to Japan a few times.

Your new classmates adored you and your shy nature ,and they were quick to make you feel at home.

But one classmate adored you a little to much.He watches from the back of the classroom. A wicked grin on his face,As he plans how the next few months of love manipulation will turn out.

'So adorable,And small and innocent',yeah you're the definition of easy pray. Your kind was his type,so vulnerable and easy to manipulate,this is gonna be a piece of cake.

'This is gonna be to damn easy'. He tells himself as his tongue ran across his lips in satisfaction.

His friend sitting next to him noticed this and shook his head.

"I know that look".

"What look?".

''The look of a predator stalking its prey,Nah Lemme rephrase it,The look of Oliver Aiku sporting his next victim".

Oliver could only laugh at the name.

"You aiming for the new girl?''.

"Yeah,why wouldn't I take a shot,plus she not from around here,makes it 10× better".

He say as he continues to watch you talk to the other girls in the class

''Oliver,you down bad".

The first period went by smoothly,you got to know a few people. They were nice enough to direct you to your next class,you put your stuff down after bidding goodbye.

You had a couple minutes before class time starts so you quickly went to the restroom.

Just as you were finished washing your hands you headed out the door,only to be knocked over.

"You good?''. The voice of the person who knocked you over said as he extended his hand for you to take.

You gently take it,before this mystery man pulls you up.

You apologize to the man,Before looking up at him.

Your cheeks turn a very light pink when your met with a tall bulkie figure very light facial hair a lazy grin,shaggy hair with green tips and the most noticeable feature was his Heterochromia iridum eyes. They made you feel as if your on cloud 9.

"You know it's not nice to stare for to long".

Voice of the man you were admiring spoke.

"Your new here right?".

You simply nod your head.

"Well I'm Oliver Aiku,it's nice to meet you".

You stiffen slightly when you heard the name.

You became visible more shy which he noticed.

"Theres no need to be shy,I won't bite". 'Well not now at least'.

"A lot of my classmates told me I shouldn't interact with you".You said shyly trying not to sound mean.

Oliver takes a second,well this interferes with his plans but he's been around the block.

He smirks down at you,Before approaching you till you were back up against a wall.He leans down,till his face was inches away from yours,you could fell messy hair brush up against your forehead

Heterochromia iridum eyes fixated on yours,You got lost in them again.

''Aren't you the cutest thing up close, Don't worry about what others say , it's not nice to judge a book by it's cover'".

You looked him in the eye as you shyly tried to hide your face.

"Leave her alone Oliver''.

Oliver instenly puts his hands up in defense

"I'm just introducing myself". He says adding to his defense. Turning around to face this person who ruined his plans. A girl, who he's well familiar with.

"No the hell you weren't,you ass,". She snarled.

"Rough words Remi-chan,''.He said as he began to approach the girl. His voice is a as usual in a tease.

Till he was inches away from her face,His voice became low and toxic. "You never used to talk to me like that, do I need to teach you something and I saw you talking to (guys name)earlier. I never gave you permission to do that".

And don't try anything with the new girl over here,cause you know that I would expose your dirty little secrets. Now,Remi-chan!". His voice was now back to it's flirty tone."You should get going class is about to start".

She looks at him shocked as her face turns red with anger and embarrassment.

Her eyes moved over to you and shook her head before quickly leaving the scene.

He smirks to himself and turns his attention back to you.

"Don't worry about her,crazy ex-girlfriend,but anyway I'd love to spend more time with you,buuut I gotta get class and so do you". He said as he lift his hand to gently runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

You didn't bother pulling away,but once again you got caught in those eyes of his.

Your cheeks turn red as you nod your head. He laughs at your obliviousness and released his light grip. Before leaving you and disappearing down the hall.Not without giving you his signature grin.

It was your first day and your already late to second period, The good girl side of you would have been panicking and would try and find an excuse to avoid getting in trouble.

But your mind was all clogged up with a certain man you just fricken met.

You made it to class after the little episode in the hallway.

Your teacher told you it's fine since your new but it shouldn't happen again.

You took your seat and tried to act normal, but your mind couldn't comprehend the word 'focus'.

The other females in your class noticed your dazed look, A look that are all familiar with,they've seen this look hundreds of times.

''I know that look''.

''Yup Oliver Aiku's next victim (y/n) (l/n)''.

Whispers through out the classroom could be heard, But your were oblivious it, that and the lecture of your teacher the annoying sound of the chock hitting the board didn't faze you either.

He put a spell on you.

When the bell rang meaning it was the end of second period and finally time for lunch.

You got your lunch and looked around the large cafeteria for the girls you were hanging with.

But a arm was thrown around your shoulder. The familiar sent of colon hits your noes.

"Wanna sit with me New Girl?" .

"I-"

"Nope she gonna be sitting with us". A female voice came in. As she pulls you away form the male.

Not even sparing him a second glance before walking way with you.

"Don't be like that,I'm just trying to get to know her". He jokes as he begins to trail after the two.

''Well your definition of 'getting to know' is different from mine. And the teacher asked me to look after her, Your the last person she need to be with right now".

"ouch,that hurts, but I'll catch you later New Girl,when your little guard dog isn't around".

He teased as he walks away towards his group of friends.

"(Y/n) stay away from him, trust me he's bad news".

"I will''.

That was a complete lie,You already feel to deep when you two met in the hallway.

Even though it was just a few minutes, he managed to weasel his way into your innocent brain with his charm.

And he knows as well,that your just holding back cause everyone else tells you to stay away from him.

But he has a few tricks up his sleeves for the annoying obstacles that keeps him from achieving his goal.

You know, just the basic stuff like blackmailing, dirty little secrets, people that'll obey his ever command, possible getting someone expelled for sticking their nose where it doesn't belong.

Yeah the basic stuff .

"Get ready (Y/n) (L/n), You're officially my new play thing to add to my collection".

Okie dokie that's done finally

REBLOGS are highly appreciated 👍

Request are open at the moment.

Tomorrow or Saturday possibly Sunday Lavinho x Tsundere reader will drop.

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x female reader #blue lock kunigami #blue lock isagi #blue lock sae #blue lock rin #blue lock shidou #blue lock baro #bllk #blue lock oliver #blue lock oliver x reader #blue lock oliver aiku x reader #blue lock oliver x female reader #blue lock aiku x reader #bllk toxic #toxic blue lock x reader #gaslighting blue lock

[heckyeahponyscans]

I was thinking about mother-baby sets and how those fell off after G2 and never came back.  (I don’t count Flurry Heart because she’s not a “real” pony, she’s a tiny accessory piece.)

G3's baby ponies were never officially related to adult ponies (not even the sets where the babies look like the adults; Mochanut and Tira-Mi-Su were sisters).  I think this must have been because of Hasbro’s internal marketing that said “Ponies aren’t ponies, they’re six year old girls who only do things six year old girls do”, which I always found silly and condescending.  (Hasbro never had edicts declaring the Transformers were six year old boys, now did they.  The Rescue Bots were aimed at literal toddlers and they saved people from fires and earthquakes.)

In the G4 show plenty of adult ponies had babies, but that didn’t translate into the toyline. (Except in the blind bags.)  Like, if you’re making a Mrs. Dazzle Cake Dazzle brushable, why not make brushable versions of Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake?   Why not stick the baby unicorn head on the baby pegasus body and make a brushable Flurry Heart?  Why not make more original baby characters?  Very strange imo.

#My Little Pony #G3 #G4 #baby ponies #and I know kids still like baby versions of toys #because O.M.G. dolls went on to make a trillion dollars #and they're essentially little baby dolls in plastic clothes

[countrymusiclover]

91 - A Family Dessert War

Part 92

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Clutching one hand into the bedsheets I moved my other into Nik's open hand. Throwing my head back I winced through the pain. "Just some more pushes." The doctor said to me, while we had been in labor for a few hours.

We had been put in the hospital overnight when I went into labor. Cami and Hayley were in the waiting room outside. And my brother was watching all the kids back at the compound with the rest of the Mikaelson’s. "Urgh! I can't do this."

"Rae, Rae hey look at me." Klaus turned my chin with his thumb and index so I'd look him in the eye. "You are the strongest person I have ever seen."

I sniffed through tears feeling some more contractions. My hair was in a bun but my baby hair was sticking to my forehead. "Nik I….it's too much - god!"

The doctor spoke to me while I moaned in more pain. My knuckles were turning almost white at how tightly I was clutching my hands closed. "Just a few more pushes, Mrs. Mikaelson."

"Ahh!" Klaus kissed my forehead before I gave what strength I had left. Shutting my eyes tightly I screamed, finally feeling relief go through my body. A baby’s cry filled the hospital room where I laid my head against my husband's chest when he sat on the edge of the bed holding me closer.

A nurse laid the baby down wrapping a blue blanket around the infant. She then came over and handed it to me. "Congrats Mr and Mrs. Mikaelson you have a beautiful baby boy."

"Oh my gosh. He's perfect." I whispered, hugging the baby closer onto my chest once I had sat up some more.

Klaus shifted closer beside me on the bed once the nurse had left the room with the doctor to fill out the baby's chart. "He has his mother’s eyes."

"And his father's hair." I grinned leaning forward and kissing him gently.

Klaus put his head against mine staring down at our baby boy. For once we got to have a normal pregnancy. And we had recovered information we believed would defeat the Hollow for good. "I'm sorry to interpret but have you had a name picked out?" The nurse peaked her head inside the doorway.

"Raelyn, I thought we were still deciding." He raised a brow at me, running his fingers through my messy hair.

Snuggling into his warmth I looked down at our son. "I actually had one name in mind. Henrik Artemis Mikaelson."

2 years later

"Sssh sweet boy." Henrik was whining while I laid him down in his crib upstairs in the compound. My braid fell over my shoulder while I rested my hands on the side of the bed frame. Handing him the baby werewolf stuffed animal we got him he cooed sucking on it and falling asleep soundly.

Walking down the stairs I found Klaus and our daughters sitting around the breakfast table. "How is he sleeping now? Also good morning, love." He asked me to get up from his chair.

"Morning, Nik." I smiled, kissing him gently. "Thankfully getting him that stuffed animal wolf and having you put your scent on it. It actually works to help him sleep."

He wrapped his arms around my waist resting his chin on my head. Burying my face into his black shirt I smiled enjoying the simple morning until something hit my nose. “Off what the….why you little rascals.” I chuckled seeing that it was cream from a cup cake that Missy had thrown at me.

“I was aiming for daddy. But he’s too high.” She pouted in her chair with her pigtails falling over her shoulders.

Hope picked up another, handing it to Alina who used her magic. “Cause you’re supposed to do it like this, Motus!”

Nik scrunched his nose when the cupcake hit him in the face. Covering my mouth with my hands I couldn’t contain my laughter when the desert fell on the ground and his nose was covered in cream. “Ohh..Nik.”

“Awe, that's adorable. Although I don’t think you will be so brave when the tickle king comes to attack his princesses.” He wiped away the cream vamping towards them with a cheeky grin.

Hope screamed jumping from her chair running around the table trying to stay away from him. “Oh no!”

Missy squealed, raising her hand and launching some more cupcakes at her father. But he dodged them easily. Alina raised her hand to her necklace using her magic, slowing her father’s vampire movements when she got the chance. “Morator!”

“Raelyn, did you teach them that?” Klaus glared at me while he was forced to be frozen in place.

I slowly walked towards him with my hands behind my back. Wisseling a toon I smiled innocently at my husband. “Maybe I did. Maybe I didn’t. We have had our hands full with a newborn baby so how would you know?”

“Rae, don’t make an enemy of me. It won’t end well for you. It should be us against them in this cupcake war.” He sent me a glare where I saw his eyes turn golden for a split second.

Getting closer to him I put my hands on his shoulder where his eyes focused on mine. Gripping his shoulders under my fingernails he winced slightly but smiled when he felt the spell wear off. “See you can never be mad at me. Now shall we?”

“Ladies first, heretic queen.” Klaus gestured his hand forward with a bow making me chuckle at the playful side that only we got to see compared to the rest of the world.

Turning my head towards my daughter’s I joked knowing I would never hurt them ever in my life. “Are you scared yet?”

“No way.” Hope crossed her arms proudly.

Alina got in a running stance, smirking. “Bring it on, hybrids.”

“Maybe a little scared.” Missy gulped with her nervousness.

Klaus and I smirked at one another before we both picked up cupcakes and lightly threw some at them. They screamed when they ran behind the table using it as a shield. Missy throws some at me but I spun out of the way throwing my hair around. “Ascendo. Ha ha mommy.” Hope giggles when she clocked me in the face with a couple getting me covered in cupcake mess.

Klaus smirked, flashing his hybrid eyes at them. I vamped around the table launching some cake at Alina’s shirt. “Reboundus.”

“Chronolos.” Missy raised her hands, slowing down the impact of the desert hitting them.

Alina smirked like her father moving her hands around and one across her face. “Imitantor pupulus.” She moved her hand and I watched as I followed her actions of throwing the cupcake in my hand like she did at Hope. I gasped covering my mouth with my hands since she forced me to throw a cupcake directly at my husband without any control.

It was a few hours where we ended up being stained in chocolate cake and cupcake icing. “Ha ha ha. I think it’s time we clean up this mess.”

“Awe can we keep playing.” Hope whined even though there was cake in her hair.

Missy raised a cupcake up eating it where she had cake covering her face. “And can we get more cupcakes, maybe strawberries next time?”

“Maybe next time, sweetie. Now go get changed okay.” I chuckled trying to wipe some icing off my fingers but it was just getting worse with me doing it.

Hope sighed heading up the stairs with Alina and Missy going after her. Once they were gone I leaned into Nik’s chest when he wrapped his arms around my waist. “So shall we head to a shower to get rid of this mess, hmm?”

“Baby, Henrik is sleeping in our room. We can’t do that while the kids are here.” Spinning around in his arms I drape them over his shoulders giving him a half smile.

He leans forward kissing me deeply, moving his hands to hold my face in his hands. “We can if we are just really quiet, my heretic queen.”

“Fine, but we have to really be quiet.” I chuckled before he picked me up bridal style vamping me upstairs. My back hit the shower wall where he turned the water on not caring about our clothes. I smiled when he held me up with my legs wrapped around his waist crashing his lips onto mine.

Klaus pressed his lips deeper onto mine moving his fingers down my shirt. He didn’t waste a second more before he yanked my shirt over my head and onto the floor. “Oh Nik!” I moaned when he ran his fingers through my hair.

“You gotta keep quiet, remember.” He warned me, smirking at me when I yanked his shirt over his head using my vamp speed switching our position where he was the one against the wall.

Cupping his face in my hands I drew his lips up onto mine. “Stop talking, Niklaus.” He followed my instructions, crashing his lips onto mine moving one hand to my legs about to yank them off with the water soaking us head to toe.

We ditched the rest of the clothing and saw the cupcake icing fall down the drain until someone vamped into our bedroom calling our names outside the locked door. “Klaus. Raelyn, I need your help now!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I threw my head back in annoyance until Nik buried his face in my neck kissing me again.

He nuzzled his nose into my neck with my hands in his hair. “Sssh Rae. Just don’t say anything and she’ll go away.”

“Klaus. Raelyn, the Hollow has taken over Andrea’s body!” Hayley banged on the door where we both finally separated enough to look each other in the eye.

Glaring at him he let me down where I shrugged my clothes on quickly. “I will be very happy once we end this Hollow thing.”

“Same here, Rae. Let’s go take that woman to hell.” Klaus smirked tugging me outside where we grabbed the girls and the rest of our family to go find Andrea who was now the Hollow.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Stanley was sitting in his room. He felt rather relieved that {SCEPTER} had managed to get out, but he was still… worried. Surely, whatever Xigbar had done to make that happen would be delicate and precarious. It could all fall apart, so easily…

But right now, it wasn’t. It was safe. So Stanley took comfort in that (relative, temporary) safety.

Right now, he was working on a friendship bracelet. It had lots of pink threads from a light strawberry-smoothie shade, to a neon hot pink, to a deep maroon. He also managed to get some beads, which he was weaving in at semi-random intervals.

There was a small duck charm, a heart, a little slice of cake, a tiny hand making a peace-sign, and a flower charm– it was hard to tell what kind it was exactly, since it was so small, but Stanley thought it was a daffodil.

It was nice to have something to do while he waited. Plus, he got to make a gift for his friend! That would make {SCEPTER} feel so happy!

She needed to feel happy right now, after this whole situation with her ex. And Stanley was sure that this bracelet could only make her feel better.

And then, Stanley heard a sound from his computer.

He looked up from his work to check his tumblr, and saw that Xigbar had invited him over to get some practice with the gun. Stanley smiled to himself as he responded– Xigbar was clearly looking for an excuse to just hang out, but he just didn't want to admit it.

But no, it seemed that Xigbar felt it was necessary to take things a bit farther– he wanted Stanley to practice aiming and shooting at targets.

Alright! That sounded… well, it sounded a bit intimidating, but Stanley felt pretty confident that he would be able to do it. He’d at least be able to do some of it, and the point of this was to learn. Surely Xigbar wouldn’t make fun of him for being inexperienced.

So, Stanley set down his bracelet, closed his laptop, and headed over the other apartment.

The door was open. Xigbar was flopped on the couch remnants (he still hadn't called the kins, evidently), idly twirling an arrowgun on one finger. He was wrapped in some kind of comforter. 

[Hey!] Stanley signed with a smile. [So, gun practice?]

"Yeah." He stopped twirling the arrowgun, catching it with a skilled hand, and looked up at Stanley. "No reason to give you a gun if you can't shoot. If you miss the kneecaps, what's the point?"

[Threatening him? Having a gun would make me look cool! That would help.]

"Dude. No." Xigbar shook his head and hissed under his breath. "Threats don't mean shit if you can't back them up."

[But how would he know that? I look threatening!]

"... Absolutely fucking no you do not."

Stanley frowned and then sighed. [Okay… well, I did want to do gun practice, anyway. So. Uh. Lead on!]

Xigbar nodded and stood, shedding his blanket. The air sort of… shimmered.

Stanley felt a sort of pull, all around his bones and skin, and then, he was in the field. His muscles sort of… all felt like jelly and he fell over onto his face. Right into the grass. Oof.

"... Sorry." Xigbar didn't try to help him up, but an apology was something!

Stanley stood up, brushed himself off, and then gave a dual thumbs up to Xigbar. He pulled out his gun– checked the safety, with a pointed look, and then held it carefully.

"Good. Always check the safety." He pulled out a small notepad and gave Stanley a look. "Don't look at my notes. I'm grading you."

Stanley nodded and turned away from Xigbar, facing the table. He glanced back at Xigbar expectantly.

"Alright. Aim at one of those bottles and take a shot. I want to see what you need to work on." Then, as if absentmindedly, he said, "Your favorite color is orange, right?"

Stanley blinked and turned back around. He frowned, and then nodded.

It seemed as though he wanted to say more, but he blinked again, shook off his stupor, and took aim.

The gun kicked out of his hands when he fired, but… He did hit a bottle. The sound of the glass breaking was loud. 

"Okay. So. Wow, that was terrible."

Stanley frowned. He sighed and shook his head, and then sat the gun down– checking the safety, and making sure it was on as he did so.

[It was terrible.] he signed, though somewhat argumentatively, [Because you just said ‘shoot it.’ I thought you were going to teach me gun practice.]

"I didn't expect you to be that bad. Okay."

[I have done nothing that would prepare me for this. What do you– I don’t think there’s even any guns in the Parable, much less any that function.]

"... Okay. So. I guess then let's start from the basics. It's not your aim that's the problem, you did hit the bottle." Xigbar crossed his arms. "Pick it up. But don't fire until I say."

Stanley reached down to grab the gun, checked the safety, and then held it. He looked to Xigbar, and then looked back at the bottles.

Xigbar looked at him, pointedly checked a watch (he does not wear a watch), and then, after a full minute, he nodded. "Okay. Take a breath. Hold it, then let it out slowly when you fire. Squeeze the trigger, don't pull it."

Stanley breathed in, focused, and then squeezed the trigger as he simultaneously let out a breath.

The gun didn't fall this time, but it didn't hit, either. Technically that was still better, right?

"Did you aim?"

Stanley frowned, thought, and then made kind of a shrugging motion. Sort of a ‘Yeah I think? Probably? Maybe. I don’t know.’ kind of shrug.

Xigbar pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, you didn't. You have to aim, Stanley."

Stanley nodded, and aimed the gun at the next bottle. The one he’d missed. Technically. Because, y’know, he. Hadn’t actually broken it.

"Again."

Stanley fired, repeating the same motions he had been instructed before. Breathe in, hold, squeeze, and breathe out.

The bottle shattered.

"Finally! Okay. Try hitting the next three." He paused again. "Didn't you say you were going to stop eating buttons?"

Stanley tried hitting the next three. And he tried pretty well! He repeated the motions; aim, breathe, hold, squeeze, out. 

He managed to hit the first two, but the last one… nope.

He turned back to Xigbar, checked the safety and set the gun down, freeing up his hands.

[I did not say that. Are you��� why would you think I’d say that? I’m not going to make a promise I can’t keep.]

"Ah. My bad, don't know where I saw that. Maybe I dreamed it." 

[Okay?]

"Okay. So, that wasn't awful." Closest to praise he'd ever gotten from him."You got most of the ones you aimed at."

[Yeah!]

"That's better. This is what I want to see. Try and get the rest of them. If you miss, just skip that bottle and we'll see how many are still there afterward."

Stanley nodded, picked up the gun again– checked the safety– and then positioned himself.

He took aim at, and fired at, the rest of the remaining bottles. His technique was starting to improve; he could feel Xigbar’s instructions guiding him a bit better than before.

He was improving! He was learning! With Xigbar. Yay!

He hit five of the remaining seven bottles, skipping only two. Stanley turned back to Xigbar and grinned a little.

"Alright!" Xigbar clapped him on the back. "Good! You're actually not that bad a shot! That was pretty decent, especially for someone who I'm assuming has never held a gun before I handed it to you."

Stanley checked the safety, set the gun down, and then signed.

[Yeah, I’ve never held a gun before this whole thing. None in the Parable, like I said. I mean, I’ve seen pictures of them. But that’s... yeah. I haven’t used one before.]

"Not bad. Guess handing it to you was a decent idea."

[Yeah! I’m glad you gave it to me. Now I can shoot kneecaps.]

"Alright, calm down, killer."

Stanley smiled happily. [I feel– this is really nice, Xigbar. Just hanging out! It’s not nearly as stressful as I would have thought.]

"Yeah, well. You're not gonna get stuck in the same place as that fuckin' guy defenseless."

[Yeah, guns are a good defense! And he deserves to get shot.]

"Damn right he does. As soon as Showie and I get the chance, he's dead."

[Yeah.] Stanley signed with great emphasis.

"Why do you call her 'scepter'?"

[It’s a sign name. Like yours is {STRIPES}. She asked me to use {SCEPTER} in place of her name.]

"So, then, what's her actual name?"

[She… she asked me not to tell a soul. I. I mean I know you guys are dating and everything but. I don’t know if… I should?]

"We're not- I don't have a soul. Technically speaking."

[Oh, well then it’s [REDACTED].]

"... Interesting."

[What?]

"Nothing, nothing. Don't worry about it." He scribbled something down on his notepad.

[Oh, okay. Are we done with the gun practice?]

"Eh, yeah. You seem like you're good enough. If you want to try it again at all, I'm gonna leave the stuff out here."

[Oh. Thanks!]

"You go do… Whatever."

[Can we go back to the apartments? With your fast-travel?]

"Don't call it fast travel. I'm not from a fucking video game."

[I wasn’t… I know you’re not? Of course you’re not. That’s just– is that not what you call it?]

"It's warping, dumbass. Teleportation." 

[Okay, well, normal people can’t teleport at all. They do taxes and go to work and talk about the weather. So. How was I supposed to know that?]

"It's better than saying fuckin' 'fast travel', like I'm from goddamn Skyrim." He scoffed.

[It’s what I’m most familiar with. The Narrator is– he uses that sort of. Terminology. For things outside of the office.]

"That's stupid." 

[Yeah, he’s often stupid. Idiot god, and all that, y’know?]

Xigbar didn't say anything, only raised an eyebrow and kept scribbling on his notepad. This must be some grade.

[Are you… done? Can we teleport?]

"Oh. Yeah, sure. Hang on." The air shimmered again. This time was less disorienting.

It felt more akin to… a restart, actually. One that had come out of nowhere, and jarringly placed him back to where he belonged. But no part of his body hurt, he felt in control, and he did not fall over this time.

"Okay… You go do whatever it is the hell you do. I'm gonna go call Showie and give her an update on your progress."

[Wait, you can– you can talk to her?]

"Yeah, apparently phones work there. Or, at least, they connect to here "

[No, just– wow. I’m impressed you managed to swing that, given how much of a dick her ex is.]

"She's not with him anymore. In her own apartment."

[Oh! That’s– well, that’s great. Tell her I say hi!]

"... Yeah, sure. Okay."

[Bye, {STRIPES}!]

"... Bye." 

He teleported away, presumably back to his apartment. Feeling better about his chances in the divorce tournament, Stanley sat down on the couch and began to reread the waffle iron manual. Now that was literature.

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