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Part 7

Content: Injury and Recovery, Care, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Washing, Self-Blame/Self-Hatred, Codependency

Hell, Nikto thinks, is not punishment for sin. Not a lake of fire or eternal torture for earthly misconduct.

No.

Hell, he’s just discovered, is the absence of god. It’s the black, empty space where the divine used to shine.

It’s your blood soaking his gloves. The scent of your fear creeping past his mask. The single diamond tear that slipped down your scraped cheek when you told him you’d be okay. Your labored breathing and cracked voice. The scream that echoed, echoed, echoed through the stairwell and into his useless skull, rattling against bone walls and too-fresh memories.

Hell has become a hospital room with blank walls and shiny tile. How does that story go — that the deepest layer of hell is frigid? This hospital may not be dusted in frost, but it’s cold enough. You look small and chilly on the thin cot, entangled in wires.

Alive, despite everything.

You don’t feel alive to Nikto.

You’re too still, too washed out. Even when you nap with him, you tend to twitch, eyes flickering beneath your lids. Flushed with warmth in sleep and peaceful-looking. But you don’t move now; barely look better than you did fresh off the helo, unconscious and still bleeding, bleeding, bleeding—

It’s Nikto’s blood in your veins now. His unworthy, corrupted blood turned holy in the chambers of your heart. It wasn’t possession that made him offer his own arm for the transfusion, but rather atonement. The bare minimum he could repent for his utter failure. To offer up even a fraction of his own life in exchange for yours.

He’s been holding vigil by your side ever since, even if he doubts his place there. Waiting for your awakening to decide. Waiting for your judgment. Like a sinner at confessional, though he knows no Hail Mary will cleanse him.

He’s not even sure if you can this time. Not when it’s you he’s wronged.

The change in your breathing is what alerts him.

His eyes have hardly left you since they let him in. Even when his weak body surrendered to sleep, he would face you, so that you would always be the first thing he laid eyes on. Now, though, he searches your face with earnest, searching for any signs of consciousness.

The squeeze of your eyelids. A light furrow in your brow. Your mouth twists as you groan a bit, head drifting before you get control of your neck muscles.

Your eyes blink open slowly, flinchingly. He gives half a mind to breaking one of the overhead bulbs to ease the glare. But he would never risk the shattered glass over your head, or startling you with the noise. So he shifts and waits desperately for you to adjust.

Then you take a deep breath and focus on the ceiling. Seem to take stock for a moment, confusion smoothing into recognition, remembrance.

You tilt your head and meet his eyes.

“Nikto,” you breathe. The long, long hours of unconsciousness have taken a toll though, and even that causes you to cough. You wince a bit at the pain in your side while he reaches for the little plastic cup of water a nurse left. His name alone has brought you pain. It aches through his bones like condemnation.

You make a breathy noise, struggling to sit up. So he eases closer, supports your back to help you sip little doses from the full cup. It’s room temperature, but he knows from experience it’s better that way.

You don’t fuss when he regretfully has to pull it away, mindful of the instructions the nurses left him with. Lays you back as gently as he knows how as you sigh in relief.

He doesn’t feel worthy of touching you and tries to pull away. But you twitch, catch his wrist with the arm attached to an IV. He freezes.

“Nikto.”

There’s voice to the word this time, not just a dry puff of air. It takes Herculean effort to drag his eyes up to yours.

You look tired.

Tired, but all too aware, all too knowing. Sniper he may be, he knows better than to try to wait you out.

“I’m sorry.”

A thousand unspoken apologies crowd on his tongue. All the remorse he never felt compounded onto this one monumental failure.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Your brow furrows but you don’t interrupt. Don’t try to stop him. Just tug him in to huddle against your uninjured side. Let him prostrate himself over your bed, forehead pressed to your hip.

“I’m sorry,” he babbles, “I should have been better. I should have protected you. I almost— I almost…”

The words jam in his throat and then evaporate. No combination of syllables or sounds will be adequate.

Your nails draw gentle circles on his shoulder, then draw in towards his neck. Slip your hand under the collar of his shirt and jacket, just beneath the various trappings that hide his identity. You find skin. The vulnerable, damp nape of his neck. You lay your hand there, cool and dry.

“I forgive you, Nikto.”

“Y-you—”

“I do,” you affirm, giving him a little squeeze. “And it’s my choice to do so.”

He can barely pull himself away, but he has to see your face. Has to know what unconditional forgiveness looks like.

You’re half-lidded, soft. Eyes warm, blinking slow. You’re relaxed, understanding in every curve of your features. For all the world you could be divinity in repose instead of frightfully human, injured and frail.

“Punishing yourself from now on wouldn’t be noble,” you continue, tilting your head knowingly, “it would be martyrdom. And you are not my martyr, Nikto.”

He has not cried in… well. Long before his mind was torn apart and stitched back together wrong. Doubts he even knows how to, now. But his eyes burn as he presses his face into your hip again and shudders hard.

How foolish. To think he had any grasp of what forgiveness is. To think he understood what atonement was. When the only one who could set the bounds for damnation is you.

“I almost left you.”

“‘Almost’ and ‘would have’ are poison. You can’t convict on an almost. An almost is a warning, nothing to hang yourself for.”

You squeeze his neck again, unfailingly gentle. Unfalteringly steady.

“You stayed. I’m alive. Let’s focus on recovery now.”

He nods, hands clenched tight in the once-smooth fabric of the hospital sheets. It comes away wrinkled, but still clean.

—

You’re released from hospital two days later.

The wound, while dangerous in the moment, was a relatively easy fix once you had medical care. A clean shot, only just chipping off a bit of rib and grazing your large intestine. Everything is sewn and medicated and healing now. You’re uncomfortable, but KorTac isn’t as stingy with pain management as a normal military outfit — especially not with Nikto looming over your shoulder.

And you, his precious angel, are an absolute trooper.

You let the medical staff poke and prod and peal your bandages without fuss. Sit up with little more than a grimace and a hiss. In good spirits, all around.

Nikto carves your care instructions into the walls of his mind, a New Testament — temporary though it may be. The nurses send you in a wheelchair down to the ground floor, but after that, you’re allowed to walk.

Nikto doesn’t like it. He’d carry you to the edge of the Earth if necessary. But you just wave away his concern and grab onto his hovering arm for stability as you stand. A bit unsteady, terribly uncomfortable, but determined.

He gets you back to the barracks, you cursing with every movement that’s not a smooth step on even ground. Nikto lets you lean most of your weight into him and tries to keep his aching heart steady.

You sigh when you reach the barracks. Let him lay you down and get you comfortable before giving you another dose of pain meds. He busies himself collecting things and rearranging the room.

Making sure there’s not so much as a sock between you and the restroom. Getting your computer, phone, and respective chargers within easy reach. Filling a cup with water and arranging your soft blankets over your legs.

He’s just finished with that when there’s a knock at the door. Konig, delivering a meal. Not just any meal — takeout from your favorite little restaurant in town. Complete with sweets.

You call a thank you to the Austrian, who expresses his best wishes, and then Nikto shuts out the rest of the world again to let you rest. You don’t seem to mind, beckoning him back to your side.

Sharing the food, the blankets and pillows. Get him to set up your laptop with a movie — the meds kick in halfway through, leave you drooling a bit against his sleeve.

Nikto does not care. You may have forgiven him, and therefore it is not his place to repent for this anymore. But caring for you has never been atonement. It is his reward for putting his loyalty where it belongs.

—

The next day is worse. Your mood has dipped a bit, the soreness catching up. Not that you snap at Nikto or anything of the sort. But he knows you, and can tell from the tension in your body and wincing expressions when you think he isn’t looking.

You brighten a bit when he finally remembers to take his mask off. He even lets you babble when the meds make you fuzzy and overly-complimentary. Nearly falls asleep to you absently mapping the ugly scars that score deep into his hairline.

At some point though, the misery seems to catch up to you.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if I could just… wash up, I guess,” you grumble, looking ready to throw something.

The nurses did what they could, of course, but their focus had been on fixing you and then keeping your wounds clean. Enough hygiene to avoid infection. But you’re still grimy in uncomfortable places and you hate being in bed feeling “icky.”

Nikto instantly sets to work correcting that. He digs out one of his clean shirts, your favorite sweatpants, a soft pair of underwear. You watch him curiously as he takes it all into the restroom. The shower is standing room only, unfortunately — and besides, you can’t get your stitches wet for a while still. But he can at least help you freshen up.

“Come here.”

You take his arm, let him sit you up and then guide you to the restroom. When you see the cloth on the edge of the sink you get a bit misty-eyed. He lets you sniffle for a moment, patient while you wipe your eyes and mumble a “thank you.”

Then he helps you strip to your underwear and sits you on the towel he’s placed on the toilet lid. He kneels and starts from the top, a little dollop of soap on the facecloth and hot water.

You offer up an arm, careful not to overextend, palm up and fingers lax. Nikto works from your shoulder down to your fingertips. Smoothing over bruised muscle, stale sweat, scrubbing away dirt and crusted blood at the nail beds. Rinses the cloth, wipes away the excess soap, and repeats the process on the other arm.

The bathroom is silent save for the falling water and your shared breaths. You tilt your head to let him caress over your neck, down to your chest. He pauses, unsure of his welcome here, but you mumble that it’s fine either way. His touch is perfunctory but careful over your breasts, though he marvels privately at the plushness, the warmth. Politely ignores the way your nipples harden as the water cools in the air. Even if he’s so… so tempted to provide care in other ways.

You don’t so much as twitch; he can feel your gaze upon him from above. Yet he cannot force his eyes away from his work. Each gentle sweep of the cloth feels like restoring a temple, like holy work. Like paying his dues more directly than any church’s offering plate. You are such delicate work, his attention cannot afford to waver.

At your ribs, he starts on your uninjured side. Counts as his fingertips bump along them. You hum when he reaches the soft tissue of your stomach, a little shudder going through you.

“Ticklish,” you explain when his hand jerks back. “I’m alright.”

He feels one side of his mouth tug when he dips the cloth into your navel and you snort a bit. The other side of you is still bandaged, clean and white. No damning spots of red. He avoids the medical tape to get what he can and then continues down.

More bitten off giggles at your hips. He indulges in arching his bare thumb over the bone, just to feel the warmth and silk of your skin. Then continues his work.

He braces your foot on his thigh as he swipes the cloth over yours, minding the pressure on the sensitive inner skin. Over your knee, down to the ankle before switching to the other leg. You lean back and sigh, knock your knee gently into his ribs. When he glances up to see if you need anything, you just smile. Soft and a bit drowsy.

Only then does he scrub your feet, making you twitch and laugh a bit, complaining that he’s doing it on purpose. He’s not, but he likes the sound of your laughter; he thought he’d never hear it again.

He washes the cloth out one more time and helps you stand, lathering circles into your back while you press into him.

You take over when he’s finished. This time he does turn away, though he aches to do so. But your hand is still on his back, using him for support while you finish cleaning up intimate areas.

“Done,” you murmur. He unfolds a towel and turns, keeping his eyes above your head as he wraps it around you from behind.

You hold it up while he pats over you, soaking up any droplets that haven’t dried yet.

Warm and clean(er), your mood seems much improved. He kneels again to help you into a new pair of panties, realizes he’s an absolute fool to put himself so close when you smell only faintly like the shared soap. The rest is you, and you smell delicious.

He swallows thickly and eases you into your sweatpants, split between longing and relief when he stands to put you in the shirt. If you notice the bulge in his own lounge pants, you say nothing — though he doubts you do. You’re nearly asleep standing, almost stumbling as he takes you back to bed. You reach for him weakly and urge him in with you.

“Thank you, Nikto,” you murmur into his shoulder. “Love you.”

And you’ve forgiven him, despite everything. So he allows himself just this one thing — and presses his lips to your temple.

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Rotes Mädchen: Chapter 7

(Werewolf! König x Red Riding Hood! Reader)

(Art by the lovely @zwienzixes)

(Masterlist)

Word count: 5k Rating: Mature Tags: Werewolf! König, Fairytale AU, Monster Hunters TF141, Traditional German Fairytale setting, World Building/Lore, F! Reader, Domesticity, Literal sleeping together, Bed sharing, Angst/Comfort, (Brief) Fluff, Cuddling, Love bites/Hickeys, Claiming bites, Emotional Angst/Comfort, Cliffhanger Warnings: None A/N: New cover as we head into the finale!

The sun dawns on the final day before the full moon.

You awaken gently, feeling the cold grip at your limbs as you snuggle deep into the covers. The motion disturbs your bed partner, who makes a small sound of protest before adjusting to drag you closer against his chest. You happily snuggle into the warmth of him with a little whine, willing yourself back into blissful dreams. The cage of his arms provides steadfast protection against the waxing moon as it hesitates beyond the horizon, counting the hours until sundown. It feels as if König senses your thoughts, for there’s a low, purring growl that vibrates his chest against your cheek. Defensive, a warning to the shadows that lurk in the woods.

There’s a heavy set to your limbs that forces you into limpness against his frame. It drags at your senses with drowsy intent, makes your head loll against his collarbone with a happy sigh. Grey, misty light washes over you both, a gentle baptism of dawn that you wish would suspend both of you in time, caught here forever in his embrace.

It’s your stomach that at last rouses you, and even as you try to ignore it the sharp pang of hunger eventually gurgles low in your belly. König answers it merely with a huff, arms caught around you a little tighter, preventing your escape. You smile at him, at last opening your eyes to see him.

He replaced his hood sometime while you were asleep, and though you mourn the chance to see his blissful, sleeping expression, you’re grateful for the simple grace of seeing his eyes closed at such a near distance. You can see his brow slightly scrunched, as if trying to ignore the pull of wakefulness, and you resist the urge to poke at it just to hear him grumble in his sleep. Instead you settle for observing what little of his sleeping expression you can discern, memorizing the way his eyes flutter in dreams.

Eventually you lean forwards, gently bestowing a kiss upon his masked mouth before delicately wriggling from his hold. It takes several attempts, and eventually you manage to avoid his grasping, heavy hands so you rise to your feet. König curls around the warm space you’ve left, murmurs something you cannot hear before he goes still. You smile fondly down at him, try to ignore the way anxiety pierces your heart as a morning lark declares the dawn.

You coax the dying embers of the fireplace back to life and set water to boil above it, tucking a loaf of bread above the hearth to warm up by the time it is done. You ignore the shake of your hands as something whispers that this could be the final day you ever live this mundane routine, that your life could be stolen from you tonight by dripping red claws and gleaming fangs.

It takes effort to shake off the thought, and instead you focus on washing yourself with water warmed by the fire. You pause as you look in the mirror above the basin, blinking in surprise at the marks painted across your skin. Love bites, gentle bruises, places where his lips descended to your skin with a scarcely contained growl. There’s an ache to your hips that remains where he split you on his cock over and over again, as if he were possessed by the feast of your flesh. You’d barely been able to crawl from bed long enough to eat and relieve yourself for the entirety of yesterday before König had decided you’d been gone for too long, had pursued you just so he could carry you back and press you into the sheets once more.

He seemed almost crazed with lust, your beloved, consumed by the act of defiling you. Growling, pressing, hauling you to him, holding a leg aloft just so he could sheath himself back inside you with a growl. He’d mouthed dragging endearments into your skin, had followed them with sucking teeth and apologetic kisses when you’d whined at him. Lost as you were in the buttery haze of lust and warmth, it still became quickly clear to you that his attempts to mark you seemed almost like a claim- an attempt to ward off others, to ensure you remained his, only ever his. Territorial, possessive, gorging himself on the sounds of your desire as you begged for more.

You trace the smattering of love bites that adorns your collarbone and chest, tilting your head to reveal the full indent of his teeth on the arch of your neck. It makes you blink in surprise, as you twist to reveal more marks along your bare back and shoulders. König had left no inch of skin untouched, it seems, and you silently shudder to think how you’ll explain this to Laswell.

Nevertheless you wash and dress yourself, once more donning your red cloak before you carefully step outside towards the well down the lane. You’re grateful that your long layers hide the marks, consciously tugging your hood up to conceal the bite on your neck. The last thing you need is more neighbors and village folk accusing you of being some type of seductress, or asking too many questions about who spent the night in your home.

As you draw water from the well you look to see the misty forms of others bustling about morning chores. There’s sounds of wood hammering against shutters, trying to barricade windows and doors for the coming darkness. Animals that would normally be escorted to pasture now kick at their stalls, safely shut away for the coming sunset. You’re scarcely noticed amidst the distractions, and you pause to watch your neighbors conduct preparations for the full moon that will rise above the forest tonight.

You wonder if the wolf watches even now from the trees. Silent. Waiting.

You make yourself scarce as you dart back towards the direction of your home, ignoring the passing stares of others as they see you pass by. The reminder of the hunter’s son, of the accusation levied against you and Laswell forces a heavy weight down onto your ribcage, an imminent danger that follows in your shadow.

"I bet you're a witch too! Just like her! You probably brought the wolf here yourselves to kill us all!!"

You need to tell her, to warn her.

A thin frown of worry presses your lips as you slip back inside, trying to plan your options. It will be difficult to slip from the village unnoticed before nightfall, especially when you’ll be trailed by a huge, scarred, hooded figure on your heels. You’ve not yet told König of your plan to retreat to Laswell’s by nightfall, and you know you’ll have to convince him of the safety she and the others provide. You’re not sure you can, not with the way Price and the other witchers are tensed, ready for battle, vigilant of threats. They may see König as a monster not unlike the one they hunt. For all you know, you could be walking him into the jaws of a greater beast than the one that lurks in these woods.

To stay here, however, to do the same as the other villagers and barricade yourself inside, knowing now that your neighbors see you as a potential source of their misfortune...

You see a vision of yourself, tied to a pillar in the center of the square under the full moon, listening to the howl of the werewolf, watching as they force König to his knees and screaming for help-

He said he’d protect you. How are you supposed to protect him, when you can’t even keep yourself safe?

The woods press in on you from all sides, arching above to tangle into a thick entanglement of branches with you trapped inside like a small, scared creature trying vainly to escape. You stare up through the brambles and thorns to the dark sky above, where the moonlight casts pale light against your eyes of despair.

You’re so caught in your thoughts you nearly miss the figure that lurches into your view right in front of you.

You startle, and in doing so the bucket of water you have sloshes lopsidedly, spilling across your boots. You hardly notice it, staring instead at one of the older village women who has suddenly seized your attention. You recognize her. She’s one of the few that often comes to Laswell in search of tonics for her weary bones, a persistent cough she’s never been cured of. You’ve arrived at her doorstep many times over to deliver remedies, and she’s always returned the favor with a soft smile, a gentle pat to your shoulder or an apple tucked into your pocket.

Now, you try to catch your breath, settle your heartbeat as she squints at you with a narrow gaze.

“You don’t belong here.”

You blink in surprise, mouth pressing into a frown. Shock, hurt blossoms in words across your tongue. Yet before you can respond she steps forward, jabs a finger against your chest insistently.

“You need to leave these woods.” She intones with a creaky voice, staring up at you with displeasure. “You’re no longer welcome here, girl.”

You can feel the other villagers pause now to observe the dispute, their wary eyes looking on as you’re harassed by someone who had once been kind to you.

“T-this is my home-” You try, taking a step back, but she only presses forward once more. You feel your heartbeat claw at your throat, and your eyes flick past her to the path up to your cottage, where familiar smoke curls from the chimney in a beacon of sanctuary.

“Not anymore it isn’t.” The old woman hisses, and you feel your face contort in a returning snarl. Yet then the woman softens, the sinister sneer from her face easing into a look of concern.

“You need to leave.” She whispers hastily, eyes wide. Suddenly her voice is once more that of a friend, one with grave worry and urgency in her words. “You and Madame Laswell. It is no longer safe for you here.”

You freeze in surprise, trying to form words past the veil of shock that colors your eyes. Cold air seizes your lungs, an uncomfortable prickle of awareness raising goosebumps on your skin as the other villagers pause to watch the fear dawn across your face.

“The others, they think you brought the wolf here.” She adds, a wrinkled hand grasping at your sleeve in a touch much harsher than her words. “I heard them. They think you and Madame Laswell are witches, that you summoned the wolf to kill us.”

She gazes up into your eyes, this unexpected ally, and even though her mouth is set in a grim frown, her eyes portray fear.

“They plan to kill you both.”

You jolt away as if scalded, ripping your arm from her grasp, heartbeat hammering wildly against the cage of your ribs. The ground under you seems to shift, and the trees that had once been your home now seem to slowly creep to your shadow, ensnare it with tangled thorns so they press into your skin and yield red warmth. In your mind's eye you see the figure of yourself bathed in moonlight, clothes ripped and hands bound to a pyre that alights the sky in a wicked red haze. You see Laswell struggling as she watches below, held by the villagers, screaming for Price and the others as they chase the wolf who howls dangerously at the moon.

and König...König...

His blood soaks the earth, a sacrificial lamb to an unknown, evil god that reigns in madness over the village you had once called home.

The bucket in your hand drops, and the water sloshes out to seep into the cold earth, just as his blood will come nightfall.

You don’t thank the woman as you run, but her voice chases after you anyways, feigning sinister intent.

“Run, girl! Leave these woods and never return!!”

Your cape flares out behind you as you sprint for the cottage, racing up your garden and to the heavy door which shuts behind you with a thundering clank of the lock. You brace on it, hands pressed to the frame, chest heaving and eyes wild. You can’t contain the shaking of your limbs, and even the warmth of the hearth at your back does little to alleviate the icy grip of terror that seizes in your chest.

They plan to kill you both.

You try to reason with yourself. Price and the others, they’d never let the villagers touch you or Laswell. They know you both, know that no matter what accusations the villagers levy against you, that you will never be what they say. You know you’ll be safe with them. If you flee now, you can make it to Laswell’s cottage by sundown, tell her all that you’ve learned. You know Price and the others will protect you from the promise of a pyre, from the misplaced wrath of those you once called neighbors.

But...König...

You shake your head. It doesn’t matter now. You cannot stay. If you stay, if the villagers come for you, they’ll no doubt find him as well, will wrestle you from his arms and restrain him like a wild beast even as he snarls, tries to fight his way to you. They’ll see him, this stranger you’ve kept hidden, take his hood and reveal the terrifying visage he keeps hidden and they will fear him. If you stay, it will be a death sentence for you both.

The woman is right. You need to leave. Now. Daylight be damned.

“König-” You breathe as you race to your bed, lay your hands on his still slumbering form and try to wake him. “König, we need to leave. We have to go-”

König stirs, but it’s with a groan that sounds almost painful. You freeze, hands stilling, before you once more try to rouse him.

“König, wake up, please wake up.” You urge him, swallowing down a gasp of fear. He seems to hear at least that much, because he rolls over only slightly, echoes your name in a groggy slur.

“Rotty?” He asks, voice cracking with something that sounds weak, almost ill. His eyes flutter open, glassy gaze turning to you as he tries to focus. The confusion softens into something fond, and you feel affection flutter in your chest at the way his eyes melt upon seeing your face. “Rotty...”

You force a smile despite your trembling hands. “Yes, love. It’s me.” You whisper, and he sighs at that, eyelashes fluttering before drowsiness claims him once more. You swallow down the growing panic in your throat, forcing yourself to not imagine the footsteps of the villagers pounding closer to your door.

“König.” You insist, shaking him now with rising franticness. “We must leave. It’s not safe here. We need to go to Laswell’s, the villagers-”

“No, no, not the witchers...” He interrupts with a groan, and you frown at that, fear tugging sharply in your stomach.

“König we need to leave.” You tell him again, leaning full over him now so your cape drapes partly across his form. Your arms bracket him on either side of his broad, bare shoulders adorned with thick, coarse hair. “The villagers-”

You pause at the abrupt whimper that bubbles up his throat, unexpected. It sounds not fearful but hurt, as if rousing him from dreams forces him to endure an affliction you cannot see. You feel your brow crease with worry, a hand tracing over the bare skin of his scarred shoulder, and he flinches.

“König...” You breathe, and with a worried urgency you begin to try and pull away the covers, at last noticing just how damp they are. It’s as if he’s sweat through them while you weren’t paying attention, and as you reveal his bare form you see a thick sheen of sweat glistening on his skin. You don’t know how you didn’t notice earlier, curled in his arms as you were. He feels too hot to the touch, shivering under your palms, eyes stubbornly scrunched shut as if he’s trying to block out a phantom pain.

A different type of terror grips you now, as you lay a palm to his damp, clammy skin, hearing him groan at the touch. He reaches up to clumsily bat at your hand, and you’re not entirely sure if he’s trying to chase you away or drag you closer.

“König.” You repeat again, swallowing the dryness in your throat. “König, what’s…”

“Rotty.” He whines, and you ignore him, reaching for his hood. Before you can touch it König arches with a wet gasp, his large hand seizing your wrist. His head lolls towards you, hazy gaze focusing on the acute worry plain on your face. He blinks, as if trying to focus, and you see his brow pinch for a moment before it relaxes.

“What lovely eyes you have, Schatz.” He sighs, head drooping once more. His hand goes lax around your wrist as he melts back into the bed. When you try to sneak it under his hood to feel for his forehead however, he tenses with a growl, the sound rumbling low and deep in his throat like some wild, feral animal.

“Shh, it’s alright.” You coax despite the tremble in your words, and your palm lays flat against his searing, damp brow.

“König, love.” You breathe, hands shaking. “You’re burning up with a fever.”

König groans at that, pulls your hand away and rolls to the other side of the bed. You try to follow him, but when your hand lands on his shoulder König growls at you again, this time deeper, almost savage. You pull away as if burned, but your missing touch prompts a whine instead, as if his body can’t figure out what to do with itself.

“König.” You try again uselessly. “Please, get up. I- I can take you to Laswell’s. She can help you. We can’t stay here. It’s not safe.”

“No.” He slurs again in protest, and you feel frustration and panic rise hotly in your veins as you resist the urge to bang on his broad back with your fists in your vexation. Instead you once more soothe a hand across his bare shoulder so his muscles unwind under your touch.

He relaxes then, sighing in relief before he turns part way back to you. His eyes are gentle as they regard you through his strange delirium, and you hold his gaze, unable to hide the mounting fright in your stare.

“The wolf won’ hurt you, Rotty.” He tells you, words low and jumbled. He reaches a large hand out, and you wonder for a moment if he’ll drag you back into bed. Instead he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, tilts his head wearily to regard you. “I’ll protect you. I swear it.”

You suck in a sharp breath at that, feeling the building terror, the grief, the panic and the confusion of the past few days finally overwhelm you. Hot tears flood your eyes, and you try to swallow them to no avail. A hiccup forces its way up your throat, and you clutch at his hand, holding it desperately to your face as if it’s a lifeline.

“How are you supposed to protect me when you can’t even stand?” You cry, feeling your voice crack in your throat with despair. “I-I’m supposed to protect you, I’m supposed to keep you safe from them- from the villagers, from Price and the others, from the wolf, I-“

You sob, a broken sound pouring from your chest as you’re no longer able to contain the rush of emotions wash over you. It cracks in your bones like the snap of wood in an evening hearth, a sharp sound that disturbs the peaceful silence you long to share with him. The embers alight across your skin, force a cry of hurt past your gasping lips and into his palm.

“I’m scared, König.” You confess in a raw whisper, eyes wide, staring into a vision of the pitch-black forest where the object of your nightmares awaits. “I’m trying so hard to be strong, to keep us both safe, but I’m scared.”

You swallow, but it does little to stem the words that come tumbling forth, first as a trickling stream and now as a raging river.

“I’m terrified. I wake up every morning thinking you’re not going to be here anymore, that this was all just a dream. I’m scared you’re going to disappear, that the wolf is going to hunt you alive, that the villagers will find you and hurt you, that Price and the others will refuse to protect you. I’m scared that the final thing I’m ever going to see is fire or the fangs of the monster. I’m scared of living a tomorrow where you no longer exist.”

You sob openly, words hiccupping desperately into his knuckles entwined between your palms. You can no longer stop it, the untamable tide of desperation that seizes your chest, your heart, your limbs. König makes a little noise of distress as he watches the tears roll down your face, land on his worn hand.

“No-” He tries again, and you see his expression pinch as he tries to find the words. “Don’t cry, Rotty. It won’t....won’t hurt you.”

“Please.” You beg him again, gasping and bowing your head into his hand. “Come with me. We can go, Laswell can help you, I can explain to the others. They’ll keep us safe. They’ll kill the wolf, and then we can leave the village like you asked me to. We can go and never have to look back, like you wanted.”

You hunch forward, eyes closing shut, sending up a prayer at the same time your words form the plea.

“Please.”

König pauses, and you feel him hesitate before he gently draws his hand away…

Only to push you so you topple backwards onto the floor instead.

“I’m sorry, Rotty.” He whispers, voice cracking with pain, clearer now. “I-I can’t come with you.”

You sit, sprawled and stunned at his words. You feel the air in your chest pause, gripping tightly to your lungs as you try to understand, trying to make sense of his sudden rejection. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears, face open with confusion, distress. The world seems to suck into a silence that is unknown to you, words absent as the desolate wind howls in your thoughts.

“K-König…?” You ask in a small, fragile voice as you try to understand. It only makes König hunch further into the bed, as if your words are a slicing wound that carves into his turned back.

“Go, Rotty.” He tells you, growling low with warning. You flinch. “To the captain and the others. They’ll keep you safe.”

You stare at him with hurt, shock warming your eyes with fresh tears, trying to understand, trying to unravel the riddle of him you’ll never find the answers to. He’s retreating into secrets once more, and you watch helplessly as he walks into the dark, misty woods ahead of you, vanishing beyond your reach as the echo of a wolf howl rattles your bones.

“Don’t do this.” You tell him in a voice that’s hardly a whisper. “Don’t…don’t make me leave when I’ve already fallen in love with you.”

König tenses at that, form curling further in on himself before he goes still once more. He doesn’t speak.

You want to scream at him, to cry, to beg and plead for answers you know he won’t give you. You want to throw yourself into his arms, apologize for whatever transgression you’ve committed, for the sin of loving him if he did in fact never love you in turn. Yet you do none of those things, instead frozen on the floor, tracing the rigid rise of his spine, the way he shivers as the fever grips at him.

“Please.” You try once more, voice raw with emotion, a desperate entreaty that he stubbornly ignores.

The moon rises on the horizon. You’re running out of time.

You gather yourself, stand and scrub the tears from your face, stand over him at your bedside. Your fists curl with resolve, expression grim as you stare down at his curled, shivering form that tries to ignore the shadow of you cast by the fire.

“I’m leaving.” You tell him resolutely. “and I’m coming back. I’ll bring Laswell, and I’ll bring Price and the others to protect us. She’ll cure you, and we’ll stay here until the night passes, until the wolf is dead.”

You swallow the urge to hurl yourself onto his form, drape yourself across his chest and will time to return itself to the moments after wakefulness only a mere hour ago.

“Then. Then, once it’s over, we’ll leave these woods. Together.”

He doesn’t shift. You try not to fracture with the hurt that lays bare across your skin.

“You can’t push me away. Not when you allowed me to keep you for so long.” You finish and turn before you can stop yourself.

It takes effort to stride to the door, to lay your hand upon the iron latch. You feel your face pinch, tears once more obscuring your vision as you glance one last time at him.

“I love you.” You whisper. You’re not sure if you can hear it.

Once more, you walk into the woods, and you pray to the Gods that in the next dawn, you’ll walk them together.

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He waits until you leave.

He waits until after the lock has shut, until your footsteps have faded, until silence settles over the cottage in your absence. He waits for the pain of betrayal in his heart to be quieted by the sickening, feverish hunger that grips his limbs.

“I’m sorry, Rotty.” König whispers in the solitude of the cottage. “I’m sorry. I’ll keep you safe.”

Soon now, he knows. Soon the sun will set, the moon will rise, and he’ll no longer be able to control the ravenous hunger, the desire to feast on flesh, the instinct to hunt, kill. The fever of bloodlust grips his limbs, and already he can feel his bones try to crack, reform, strengthen into monstrous size until he lifts his muzzle to the moon. He’s tried a hundred times to stop it, to refuse to gorge himself on the blood of beings only known as prey. He’s watched a hundred times as his victims scream, trying to flee from his outstretched claws.

He remembers each face, each final, breathless plea before his fangs snap through skin and bone.

You’re among them in his dreams. He sees your face the first time he saw you on the back of the captain’s dark mare, holding tight to his waist as your red cape fluttered behind you. He remembers seeing your eyes shining brightly in the moonlight, and thinking to himself not of prey, but of something delicate, fragile, beautiful.

Little did he know you’re a creature of the woods as well.

König had long ago resigned himself to this fate of his. It is his destiny to be cursed in the way he is, to roam the earth endlessly in search of blood to quench his wild, savage hunger. He’s long since stopped praying to the gods to free him, resigning himself to his imminent demise at the hands of humans for the sin of his existence- for being a monster that he cannot control.

He’d expected to die the night he first saw you, the strange creature cloaked in red, cradled by the trees as if they were your ally. The witchers had pursued him through the forest relentlessly, chasing him into one of their many traps. He’d barely escaped, and even now he wonders if he should have simply accepted the slash of a sword to his neck, breathed in his last as he gazed up at the beautiful autumn moon.

Yet you’d found him.

In the hollow where he’d licked his wounds, had shuddered against the cold, you’d come to rescue him from his own wretched existence.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” You’d whispered, and he had believed it, had allowed himself to deceive you just to feel the warm touch of kindness he’d forgotten. He’d allowed you to take him to this, to your home, to tend to him. He’d allowed you to burrow into his heart, into the empty hollow that had resigned itself to the terrible ending fate had divined for him.

He hadn’t intended to fall in love with you.

How could he not? How could he not be mesmerized by the captivating, beautiful strangeness of you? You with your wistful eyes, with your lonely smile, with the way you were so kind despite everything, despite the suffering, stifling solitude that he could see haunt your gaze? How could he possibly ignore this creature that was like him in so many ways, one who filled the emptiness of his aching soul?

Your smiles, your laughter, the brightness of your eyes and soft greetings, the way your bare skin was cast aglow by the fire- sights, sounds, scents that had forced him to forget who he was, the feral creature he was born to be. He’d gone willingly into your palms, had sheathed his fangs just to nuzzle against your delicate touch.

He should have left sooner. Perhaps then this fate would not be so cruel.

At least, in the end, he was loved. If only for just a while.

König waits until the ache of your final words has subsided, rises from the bed that still smells like you and gathers the clothes you’ve made for him. He drinks in the scent of you once more, remembers what it felt like to have you safe in his arms, in his den, in the place where he loved you too.

He hopes that you’ll forgive him for this someday.

König staggers from your home, down towards the edge of the forest.

And once more, he vows to keep you safe.

Safe from himself.

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mozzarella-stickz · 1 year

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Lovers Rock: Rodrick Heffley x F! Reader

Author’s Note: Special thanks to @celootaku1 for telling me I should write this :) Hope you enjoy! Sorry it’s like months late though…

Summary: A panic attack in the school cafeteria leads to a chance encounter with none other than Rodrick Heffley.

Warnings: anxiety, panic attacks, probably OOC Rodrick don’t hate me. Otherwise lots of fluff <3

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You were certain this was the worst day of your life.

As soon as you woke up, the impending doom of the day seemed to loom over your head, your brain repeating over and over how bad today was. Your head felt fuzzy and confused, your body shaky and riddled with random jolts of anxiety.

It all came to a climax during lunch time, when the smells, sounds, and godawful fluorescent lights of the cafeteria all become to much for you, and you bolted. You grabbed your lunchbox, excusing yourself from your table, and bolting out to your car in the parking lot. The school was well aware of your condition, and all you had to do was nod and they let you out.

You slammed your door shut, the panic setting in. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. Your breathing cycled over and over, rounds of seconds of holding and exhaling.

Unbeknownst to you, was the guy sitting in the van parked right next to you. Rodrick Heffley had decided he did not want to go so Spanish that day, instead choosing to take a nap in the back of the van. He was rudely awakened however, by slamming doors and the loud beeping of the car’s lock system.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Rodrick climbed to the front of the van, looking at his window at the commotion. He noticed you sitting in your front seat, breathing in and out as tears flowed down your cheeks, smearing your mascara down your face. He felt a little bad now, panic attacks were something he’d dealt with a lot in middle school. He took a deep breath, opening his van door, and knocking on your window gently. You jolted up, and he winced. You took another deep breath in, before rolling your window down.

“H-hi?” you said, voice weak and shaky. You were absolutely confused as to why Rodrick Heffley was knocking on your window, much less doing so in a nice way.

“You okay?” he asked, shuffling a little as he leaned down to your window.

“Not really,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes.

“Do you want to talk?”

“There’s really nothing. I had a panic attack over nothing.”

Awkward silence between you both. Rodrick because he wasn’t quite sure what to say, and you because while you appreciated his concern, you really did not feel like talking at that moment.

“I can go if you want…”

“No!”

Rodrick looked at you, slightly puzzled. It didn’t seem like you wanted him to be there, but your outburst was strange.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to yell, I just…”

“Nah, I get it.”

“You can get in if you want.”

Rodrick opened your car door, sliding into the passenger seat. You leaned your head back into your seat, continuing your breathing slowly and gently.

Rodrick sat, watching you. You were always such a fun-loving person, caring and kind, smiling like nothing was ever wrong.

Your heart started to settle down and your head cleared slightly. You checked your phone, seeing a few texts from your friends asking if you were alright. You smiled, but set it down. You would reply later.

“Thanks for sitting here,” you said, turning towards Rodrick. “I really appreciate the concern.”

“Yeah, anytime. You sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just sometimes I wake up with the worst feelings of anxiety for no reason. Today was one of those days. Cafeteria was just too much today.”

“I get it. In middle school, I used to get super anxious all the time. But my way of coping was just to not care, I guess.”

“I wish it was that easy.”

“It was hard, but that’s when I started to drum too. Helped me with the nerves and shit.”

You giggled a little, wiping your eyes. You pulled down your mirror, groaning at the raccoon eyes look you were pulling off right now.

“I’m a mess!”

“Hey, no worries, I have an idea.”

Rodrick bolted, rushing into the front seat of his van for something. After a few minutes of sifting through not done homework and fast food bags, he grabbed a small bag. Sitting back down in the seat, he opened it and pulled out an eyeliner pencil. You cocked your head, looking at him with a “what the fuck” look.

“I wear it for gigs sometimes. I carry it around just in case any pretty girls need it.”

Your heart fluttered at that comment.

“Close your eyes,” he said. You obliged, tilting towards him. He lined it around the top of your eyes, smudging it a little with his fingers.

“Okay, open.”

You did, and then he drew a small line underneath the bottom of the rim of your eye. Taking his pinky, he smudged it, wiping away the flakes of mascara along with it.

“Alright, done.”

You flicked your mirror down, examining his work. You smiled in astonishment, you looked wicked cool and totally smudged on purpose.

“I love it!” You squealed. “I look awesome! Thank you so much!”

“Anytime.”

You sat in silence, examining it. You looked so…not you, and it was so sick. You checked your phone again, seeing it was almost time for lunch to end.

“Crap, I gotta go,” you said, sighing. Instead of pocketing your phone, you handed it to Rodrick in a bold move.

“Can I get your number?” you asked, “Just in case?”

“Huh…oh OH yeah, um of course!”

You giggled again at his shock, handing him your phone as he put his number in. Rodrick handed your phone back, his hands so shaky it was endearing.

“Thanks again, Rodrick. See you soon.”

You exited your car, bolting back inside. Rodrick shut your car, staring at you walking inside. See you soon. His heart fluttered a little, something that hadn’t happened since Heather Hills sat next to him in class several years ago.

Later that evening, Rodrick felt his phone ping in his pocket, picking it up he read a text from your presumed number.

Attachment: 1 image.

He opened it to see a picture of you holding an eyeliner pencil in the makeup section with a smile on your face.

Another text from you that said:

had to get my own since i looked so cool! thanks again <3

His heart fluttered again, this time at an alarming rate. He typed out a response, palms sweaty and hands once again shaking like a leaf in the wind.

of course, pretty girl <3

From the other end of the phone, you felt faint. You set your phone down, letting your brain formulate a response. You typed it down, breathing in and out before sending:

do you want to hang out this weekend?

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shu-porang-porang · 5 months

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How are you even real?

Some fluff to warm your heart.

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / fem!reader

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Fluff, Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: oral (male receiving)

Word count: 1.8 k

He couldn’t help it. You looked like an anime girl and he’d been watching them for as long as he could remember. Anime girls meant sweet goofy innocence to him, they reminded him of home, of when he was a kid and would watch Studio Ghibli’s works for hours on end. Those girls were smart, caring, sweet, brave, self-sufficient, and usually reserved but had a hidden wild side that wouldn’t show to anyone but their beloved soulmates.

He knew just like the girls in those animes, you didn’t need him to survive, but that didn’t mean you’d withhold giving him every ounce of love you had and this fact melted his heart. you weren’t the first anime-looking girl he’d encountered, but none of the previous ones would go beyond the looks. You were the first who held up to the aesthetics of their characters too. He is in disbelief about it! Time and time again, he asks abruptly while showering you with affection “How are you even real?”. Each time, you chuckle and can’t help but kiss him.

He loves every second spent with you, no matter what you’re doing. He loves your silence as much as he loves your excited chatter about whatever happened at work. He loves your baby-talk with his cats. He loves how you sneak up on him while he’s cooking to give him a back hug and distract him from his task by your affectionate kisses on his neck and shoulder. He loves the walks you take late at night, with your fingers intertwined, he loves kissing the back of your hand when his emotions get too strong and he needs to let some out or he’ll explode. He loves how you fall asleep the fastest when your head is buried in his chest, he knows it brings you a comfort you’ve never experienced before and he’s proud of providing that comfort for you. He loves waking up to your kisses, you don’t wanna startle him in his sleep so you start with the gentlest pecks to slowly awaken his mind, when he starts moving around a bit you know you’re halfway there and you move from planting kisses on his hands to his face. That’s when a lazy smile forms on his lips followed by a “Morning princess” in a deep voice.

Because of you, he is now living life more presently. He used to go through most of his days without actually paying attention to what he was doing. Dance practices, performances, plane rides, interviews, all of them would sometimes blend into each other, he jumped from one gig to another, going with the motions. His off days that he’d stayed at home weren’t much memorable either. He would do things just to have done them. Of course, he had his moments of mindfulness too, but they were as rare as they come.

Now though, everything looks more vivid and feels more real, and at the same time, he’s constantly questioning if it’s just a dream. He loves every little thing you do. He looks at you with such adoration as if you’re the only thing that exists in this world. His members warned him about getting a girlfriend, they were worried it’d end up in a horrible heartbreak. He is a pro-idol after all, couldn’t risk having that title taken away from him. But now, he’s even doing better at his job and you are the reason. He wants to make you proud; he wants to prove worthy of having you. He wants to be his best because you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he’s afraid of losing you to someone better even though that’s impossible.

You practically worship him. No word leaves your mouth unless it’s a word of encouragement or adoration. Head to toe, he’s perfect to you. He could do no wrong. You love how he treats you so gently as if you’re made of glass. Even his voice is so gentle with you. You love everything he does.

You love how he flashes you a tired smile as you greet him when he comes home after a long day of practice. You love your quiet nights together, curled up against his steadily rising and falling chest while watching whatever’s on. The point is to soak up as much of him as you can, so you don’t even care what’s playing on the TV.

All your senses are engulfed by his presence. You don’t hear anything but his breaths and occasional airy chuckles. You don’t see anything but his veiny hands around you. You don’t smell anything but his cologne mixed with his scent. You don’t feel anything but his warmth. And you’re craving for his lips so bad that you finally give up and decide to interrupt his TV-watching and give him the sweetest peck on the lips. You don’t expect him to reciprocate as he seems to be fully following whatever’s going on in the show, but he does. He kisses back with so much passion that it catches you off guard and you let out a shaky moan.

When you see his enthusiasm, you get bolder too. You run your tongue on his bottom lip, savoring the taste and softness. He takes the opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth. Wet muscles lapping at each other, fighting for dominance. He sucks on your tongue and draws out another delicious moan from you. You lost the battle. He leans you back on the couch, as his mouth travels down from your lips to your chin and then your neck.

You’re pliant under his touch. He leaves red angry marks across your neck and collarbone, his teeth grazing the tender skin here and there, then soothing the sting with kitten licks. You’re still hungry for his lips, so you guide his head back up with your hand in his hair. He looks you in the eyes, and his gorgeous shiny eyes change your mind. You don’t wanna just kiss his lips anymore, you wanna kiss his entire existence.

You reach up to kiss the corner of his eye, he knows this is cue for “I’m about to kiss every inch of your face!”. With a swift motion, he changes your position. Now you’re on top of him. You cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes and takes the love in. “I love you so much Min, you know it, right?” He hums in response, his lips curling up to a little smile.

You list every part you love about him while kissing it “I love your pretty eyes… your handsome nose… your soft cheeks… your perfect hairline… your delicious lips…” you linger there longer as he won’t let you go continue with your list, his lips latching onto yours as if his life depends on it. Finally, you move on to his earlobe, taking it between your teeth and slightly pulling. “I love you Min” you say in a voice slightly above a whisper. You kiss under his ear and you can hear his breath losing its steady rhythm so you keep messing with that sensitive spot. You wish you could mark him just like he did to you but you can’t have him exposed so you gather all the control in you to settle with gentle kisses.

His hands are aimlessly roaming in your hair and on your back. He manages to sneak a hand up your sweatshirt. You get the hint and take it off. The air’s a bit chilly but who are you to refuse Minho’s need for more skinship? And you’re not wearing a bra, coz why would do? You never wear bras when you’re home! So his hand quickly finds its way to grope your exposed breast.

You yank at the hem of his shirt and he pulls it off, revealing more of his skin for you to kiss. You’re both getting impatient by the second and need more friction. You feel his bulge poking you through the fabrics and his hips involuntarily buck up.

You palm him over his sweatpants as you watch his face turn red. “Jagiya… please…” He’s usually not the one to beg for release but you put a spell on him with your touches and kisses, he’s not afraid of being vulnerable around you. You decide to have mercy on him and release his throbbing member from its confinement. He lifts his hip so you can slide his pants and boxers down.

He’s watching you as you travel down his navel ever so slowly, a kiss here, a lick there. You wanna take your time worshiping him. You feel him shaking beneath you, it amuses you how easily he turns to mush under your touch. So you keep on with the playfulness, ignoring his aching member and latching your lips to the soft skin of his inner thigh. You take your time leaving love marks all over his thighs. His thighs… they make you go crazy; you can hardly control yourself.

His impatient hips remind you of your previous pursuit. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he doesn’t guide your head to his cock, he lets you have full control even though in an instant he could shift the dynamic and get what he needs without all the nonstop foreplay.

You finally stop messing around, bring your lips to his tip and kiss the precum off of it. You run your tongue under the slit and he throws his head back with a guttural groan. His hold on your hair tightens as you slowly take him in, tracing the protruding veins with the tip of your tongue. You look at his face through your lashes, the tears welling up in your eyes make your vision blurry but you can still appreciate the fucked-out expression on his face, eyes closed, lips parted, the blush has now spread to his neck and chest.

You speed up the bobbing of your head, the tip hits the back of your throat but the discomfort doesn’t stop you, one hand stroking the base that you can’t fit in your mouth, and the other roaming on his abs. “I’m close…” he warns you and you salivate with the thought of swallowing his release. You suck on the tip as your hand strokes the length. He ruts into your mouth and with one final suck, he generously feeds you with his juices. You keep stroking him as he comes down from his high. You’re a mess, with swollen red lips and cum and saliva running down the corner of your mouth. You crawl up to give him a taste of himself. He eagerly licks your mouth clean. His arms around you, holding you secure beside him on the couch as he kisses your swollen lips. “Thank you, baby… what have I ever done to deserve you?” you chuckle and kiss him back.

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inmyfxith · 1 year

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Catch up with... Tsu'tey

A/N -> He might now be included in the preferences

Including -> You're blushing while talking to them, you fall asleep on their shoulder, someone makes you uncomfortable, they see you crying, they realize they are in love with you, you have a nightmare.

How they would react if... you're blushing while talking to them

If Tsu’tey sees you blushing while talking to him, he would be attentive to your sudden reaction. He may take it as a sign of affection or attraction and respond with a warm smile or a flirtatious comment. Tsu’tey might also continue the conversation while showing extra care or attention towards you. However, if he is unsure of the reason for your blush, Tsu’tey might become more cautious and ask if you are okay.

As Tsu’tey engages in conversation with you, he notices a gentle blush creeping upon your cheeks, like a delicate rose blooming in the morning sun. His attention sharpens, intrigued by this sudden change in demeanor. With a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth, Tsu’tey leans in, his voice warm and inviting, "Is there something on your mind, something that makes you blush so beautifully?”

As you pour out your heart, Tsu’tey's eyes light up with understanding, and he takes your hand in his, the gesture a symbol of his support. He speaks softly, "I am honored to be the one you trust. Your words are a gift."

The air between you fills with a new tenderness as you bask in the comfort of his embrace. Your cheeks warm with a blush, but Tsu’tey's hand is a soothing balm, and you soon feel at peace. His gentle touch and loving gaze make you feel cherished.

How they would react if... you fall asleep on their shoulder

If you fall asleep on Tsu’tey’s shoulder, he may act with affection and protectiveness, seeing it as a sign of trust. He would hold you gently, making sure you are comfortable and safe. Tsu’tey would also react with warmth, stroking your hair and whispering words of comfort. He may also bask at the moment to study your face, feeling grateful for your presence in his life.

As the two of you sit in comfortable silence, your eyes grow heavy and you find yourself nodding off. You lean against Tsu’tey's shoulder, exhausted from the day's events.

Tsu’tey notices your weariness and wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. He whispers softly in your ear, "Rest now, my love. I'll be here to keep you safe."

The sound of his heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace lulls you into a peaceful slumber. As you sleep, Tsu’tey watches over you, his eyes full of adoration and protectiveness.

He stays like this for hours, until you stir and awaken. He smiles down at you, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, and says, "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you."

How they would react if... someone makes you uncomfortable

If someone makes you uncomfortable, Tsu’tey might pick up on your body language and tone of voice, indicating that something is not right. Upon noticing that you are discomforted, his demeanor transforms from calm to fierce protectiveness. He would intervene with a steady presence, using his words and unwavering bravery to diffuse the situation and safeguard you from harm. Tsu’tey would then enquire about your well-being, holding you in a warm embrace. He stays by your side, offering comfort and support in all that you need.

As you were enjoying yourself during a sacred celebration among other Omaticaya, a man suddenly approached before making an inappropriate comment towards you. Your skin flushed with shame, your heart racing as you stood frozen. Tsu’tey noticed your distress, and with a single lift of his brow, he asked the unspoken question. You barely nodded, and in an instant, Tsu’tey was there, a wall of protection between you and the man. His voice was low, yet commanding as he spoke, "Back off."

The man stumbled, taken aback by Tsu’tey's unwavering confidence. And with a gentle hand, Tsu’tey led you away, the echo of his warning still lingering, "Don't make me say it again."

Turning to you, his eyes were filled with concern as he asked, "You alright?" And with a deep breath, you found comfort in his embrace.

How they would react if... they see you crying

If Tsu’tey saw you crying, he would be patient and understanding. He would likely approach you with caution, to not startle or upset you further. He might speak to you in a gentle tone, asking what is wrong and offering comfort. His strong and caring nature would drive him to do whatever he can to make you feel better. Tsu’tey would listen intently as you share your thoughts and feelings and, if you need to be held, he would embrace you, holding you close as you cry.

Tsu’tey treaded lightly through the verdant forest of Pandora, when the sound of sorrowful sobs echoed through the trees. Guided by his heart, he cautiously ventured to the source of the lamentation, and his heart ached at the sight of you, with tears flowing down your cheeks.

With gentle steps, he approached, and his voice was soft as the whisper of wind. "My love, what troubles you so?"

You looked up, your eyes brimming with tears, and poured out your pain to him. Tsu’tey listened with a caring ear, his gaze unwavering, and tenderly wiped away your tears with the pad of his thumb.

"I am yours," he said, with a voice rich with devotion. "I will be your comfort, your support, your shelter from the storm."

With open arms, you sought solace in his embrace, and he held you tight, cradling you close to his beating heart. His touch soothed your soul, and the scent of his skin comforted you like the warm embrace of a summer’s day.

"I am yours," he repeated, as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Forever yours, in all things, through every trial, until the end of time."

How they would react if... they realize they are in love with you

If Tsu’tey realizes that he is in love with you, he might react with both excitement and nervousness. Being the brave warrior he might struggle to express his feelings for you and spend some time processing his emotions, coming to terms with the fact that he has fallen in love with you. Tsu’tey would end up gathering the courage to approach you, and express his feelings. He would be genuine, sincere, and straightforward, hoping that you feel the same way about him.

Tsu'tey sat atop a rock, gaze fixed upon Pandora's sprawling scenery. He pondered, lost in the maelstrom of emotions he couldn't quite grasp. Yet, one feeling began to crystalize, as he realized he had fallen in love with you. Excitement and nerves tingled within him at the thought of confessing his love. He knew he must muster the same bravery he displayed in battle, to lay himself bare and reveal his heart's truest desires.

With a steadying breath, he rose and journeyed to where you were. You were immersed in your task, not noticing his approach until he stood before you. Your eyes lit up, a warm smile spreading across your face.

"Hey," you said, with a friendly tone.

"Hey," Tsu'tey replied, voice heavy with feeling. He took a step closer, bridging the gap between you. "I must speak with you."

"Of course," you said, looking at him with concern.

"I've been in deep contemplation," he began, his voice a hushed whisper. "And I've come to a realization. I am in love with you."

You were taken aback, but a glint of hope shone in your eyes. You saw the courage it took for him to reveal his love, and the nerves that trembled within him. Your own heart swelled with joy, knowing your feelings for him were mutual.

"I love you too," you said, beaming.

He let out a relieved sigh, a smile spreading across his face. He took your hand, pulling you into a tender embrace. The two of you stood in silence, basking in the bliss of realizing your mutual love.

"I vow to always be at your side," Tsu'tey whispered, placing a kiss upon your head.

"And I yours," you replied, nestling into his chest.

How they would react if... you have a nightmare

If Tsu’tey sees you having a nightmare, he would react with concern. He would wake you up gently, and ask if you are okay only to ensure you’re safe. Because he deeply cares for and loves you. He would be patient and understanding and would like to hold you close, not leave your side and try to soothe you until you calm down and feel better. Tsu'tey would stay awake to make sure you don’t have any more nightmares.

As the shadows danced across the room, Tsu’tey sat quietly, until the sight of you tossing and turning in your sleep caught his eye. Beads of sweat gathering on your brow, he was startled by a muffled scream that escaped your lips.

Rushing to your side, he woke you with a gentle nudge and whispered words of comfort, "Let me ease your worries, my love. What troubles your dreams?"

With a loving embrace, Tsu’tey cradled you close, soothing you with his gentle touch and hushed whispers, "I am here to chase away the darkness. You are safe in my arms." He stayed with you, a constant presence of protection, watching over you until you drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

And as the night wore on, Tsu’tey stood guard, not a moment's rest taken, as he watched over you like a fierce guardian, ensuring that your dreams were filled with nothing but peace and serenity.

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myseungsunglove · 10 months

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Waiting for You | Hjs

Soft late night thoughts - Falling asleep waiting for Han Jisung to come home from a trip to film for szkcode.

Pairing: reader x han Jisung

Warnings: nothing but fluff here

Word count: 400

I lazily wrote this while laying in bed at 3:30 am so it’s just trash sleepy thoughts. Sorry bout it. ◠ ◡ ◠᭚ιαᵕ̈

「© July 4, 2023 by mysweethannie」

You had tried to wait up for your boyfriend to come home from his trip filming for SKZCODE, but it had been a long day of laying and cutting tracks and recording the same section of a song over and over again. By the time you got home it was nearing two in the morning, and you were lucky to brush your teeth before collapsing onto your bed.

Even though Jisung would likely be home any minute, your need for sleep won out over your desperate desire to see your boyfriend.

Not long after driving to sleep, you were awaken by a gentle hand brushing your hair away from your neck, soft warm lips pressing against the tender spot behind your ear.

“I love you, baby,” Jisung whispered against your skin, his lips ghosting your ear as he nestled closer to you, pressed tightly against your back, his arms coming to settle around your waist.

It took a minute for your brain to compute that he was there. Once you did, you slowly rolled over in his arms to face him. The lamp by his side of the bed was still on, so once your eyes adjusted, you could see his sleepy smile and chestnut brown eyes.

“Hey,” you whispered sleepily, slowly blinking as Jisung’s face came into focus.

His lips found yours immediately, moving slowly, exploring everything he had missed for the last three days. You sighed happily into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly closer to him.

“I missed you, Ji,” you mumbled pulling away from his lips and burying your face in his neck. You breathed him in, kissing gently the spot where his neck met his collarbone as you did so.

“Not as much as I missed you,” he managed, a yawn escaping him. He was rubbing your back up and down, his rhythm slowing and you knew he’d soon be asleep.

You lifted your head carefully, placing a light kiss on his lips whispering, “I love you, baby,” echoing his sentiment when he first crawled into the bed. Settling back into his arms, a content sound escaped him as he held you close. It didn’t take long before you were fast asleep once more, but this time safe in the arms of the man you loved more than life itself. How you got so lucky, you never quite understood but you were thankful for every minute with Han Jisung.

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stayevildarling · 23 days

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not sure if you take requests atm… but if you do, could i request an angst, mina x cordelia x billie x reader fic where reader is struggling with like depression and/or sh, but tries to hide it from her girlfriends. i know you’ve written a few stories just like this one, so please feel free to add anything or twist the story however you’d like. idk im just thinking some kind of argument but a fliff ending

thank you! have a good day

Wilhemina Venable x Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Confessions in the dark

A/N: honestly I considered making this even longer but I have no idea whether people enjoy reading very long fics anymore. But I can easily make a part two with this as I don't believe it would end there and like this because let's face it- life isn't all sunshine and rainbows 🤷‍♀️

word count: 7k

tw: mention of depression (very mild), mention of self harm (mild), mention of troubled eating (very mild), mention of being sick, cursing, smoking

taglist: @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay @whitelotus00 , @ninaahs , @vintagepaulson , @isle-of-earle, @paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime, @ohrwurm26, @wastdstime

As the day slowly winds down at the academy, the atmosphere shifting from a busy morning filled with classes, errands and working, to a cozy and relaxed one. Wilhemina had been working, Billie as well but having a more quiet day, only some meetings on her usual busy agenda. You had spent your day moping mostly, trying to focus on teaching your classes and helping out your students, eventually collapsing on your bed as the responsibilities tired you out, causing you to retreat to the comfort of a nap, sleep drawing out all the thoughts that had been lingering on your mind lately, shushing the battles you had been fighting in silence for the last few weeks.

When you eventually awaken, your usual darkness surrounds you and clouds your thoughts but as you almost lazily scroll through the academy, you find her. Medium to your heart. Billie arrived home earlier than usual, her presence bringing a sense of warmth and comfort to the spacious living room. She settles onto the plush sofa, kicking off her heels and letting out a contented sigh as she sinks into the cushions. Not expecting either of her girlfriends to have finished with their days yet, she is surprised to find you lingering by the doorway, chuckling seeing you so comfortable in an oversized hoodie and looking adorable as ever.

You join her, snuggling up beside her on the sofa, grateful for the chance to unwind together after a long day. The two of you share easy conversation, laughing and joking as you catch up on each other's day. Billie's presence is like a soothing balm, and you find yourself relaxing in her company, feeling safe and cherished.

,,How has your day been babydoll?'' she asks as she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, her nails comfortable settling on your back, creeping underneath your hoodie and scratching over the skin ever so gently in a soothing way, the way you loved it most.

,,It's been fine, how about yours?'' you muster up your best smile, trying to avert her eyes as you knew she could see right through you. As she begins to share some details about her day, her manicure appointment and some meetings today, you notice Wilhemina lingering in the hallway, having returned from work a few moments before. She moves gently around the room, with a sense of quiet grace, her presence adding an air of sophistication to the space. She joins you both after a little while, giving you both a gentle smile before settling in her armchair besides you and listening to Billie talk about her day, the redhead usually enjoying some quiet rather than sharing details about her day, very much like you but at the same time very much unlike your other two girlfriends.

Cordelia on the other hand, has been out running errands, her day filled with tasks and responsibilities. At first the was doing some work in her office, going over some council things, replying to some emails, checking for any new applications. Briefly, she made an appearance in one of the classes run by you and Zoe, smiling contently as she noticed everything was running smoothly. After lunch, she decided to head out, doing some errands, including shopping and also visiting the doctors office to pick up Wilhemina's medications and prescriptions. Usually the redhead did these things herself but she had asked Cordelia as she knew the supreme needed to head out today and Wilhemina couldn't make it in time. During her visit and conversation with the receptionist, knowing the four of you and especially the supreme quite well by now, she however, received some unexpected news.

And as she finally returns home, her mind racing with worry and concern, the tension is very noticeable as she enters the living room, taking a deep breath, as her eyes lock with your own. Almost ignoring Wilhemina's and Billie's presence as the medium stopped talking when noticing the supreme's presence and greeting her with some warm words. All three of you notice, the tension and the concern written across the blonde's features and so Wilhemina is the first one to take over, sensing yours and Billie's hesitation and the flick of fear in your eyes.

,,Honey, what is it?'' she asks gently, trying to make eye contact with the supreme. And despite the flicker in the blondes eyes, acknowledging the redheads statement, her eyes can't help but leave yours.

,,I stopped by the doctors office today to pick up some of Wilhemina's medication'' she begins and instantly you shiver in Billie's arms, the blonde noticing the shift from you comfortable and safe in her arms to being able the feel the tension so clearly.

Wilhemina's eyebrows furrow in confusion, not understanding what any of that has to do with you, before her eyes travel towards you and noticing your state.

Cordelia takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her mind racing with how to broach the sensitive topic, doubting whether she should have talked to you alone, however her worry not being able to delay this conversation any further. ,,Sweetie'' she addresses you directly, her tone gentle yet a little firm. ,,Why haven't you been picking up your medication for quite some time now?''

The room falls silent as Cordelia's words hang in the air, the question not being answered, as all you can do in response being shivering in Billie's arms. The medium's brows furrow with concern, as her hands try to keep you calm, trying to reassure you as she is sure there is an explanation for this, despite the flicker of guilt in her brown orbs. Wilhemina's expression remains neutral, though her eyes betray a hint of worry. All eyes are on you now, awaiting your response and what they are sure may just be a simply misunderstanding.

As Cordelia's words sink in, you feel a knot form in your stomach, your thoughts racing as you realise they had caught on. The weight of their gazes on you, Billie's hands on you, hit you like a ton of bricks. You guessed they would eventually catch on, despite your best efforts at hiding your emotions and state, however you didn't expect it to be today of all days, now, in-front of the other two as well.

Billie's hands travel towards your cheeks, trying to give you some comfort as she meets your eyes, noticing how your chin begins wobbling, tears lingering in your eyes, the tension in the room growing with each second. ,,Babydoll, is everything okay?'' she asks softly, the concern evident in her voice and features.

Wilhemina watches you intently, her expression unreadable as she waits for your response. Though she remains silent, her gaze holds a silent plea for you to open up, despite knowing you are very much like the slightly older woman, having a hard to time lay your feelings out like that. Her eyes eventually find Cordelia's, both questioning her choice of bringing it up like that, at the same time giving her an understanding nod, sharing the blonde's concern over you.

And as time flees on, the seconds slowly turning into minutes, you try and think of something. You could easily lie, making up some sort of excuse for not having been able to pick it up, or even blame it on the doctors office, making some kind of mistake. You despised it, lying to them, but you couldn't share how truly bad you had been feeling. For a moment it does cross your mind, whether to be honest, tell them about the battles you had been fighting, how you had really been struggling with sleeping, eating, often making excuses and how an all too familiar friend, the blade, had come to greet you again some time ago.

And then the room begins spinning a little, the lack of food mixed with your anxiety slowly bubbling inside you, threatening to spill out any moment and cause for panic to win over. Billie's hands still linger on you, but you can't feel them, their gazes blurring together as one, mixing in with the walls and furniture, the orange and yellow from the sun setting in the background. And then your ears begin ringing a little, fading out the sounds of Cordelia's words, begging you to fill them in on what's been going on. But somehow, Wilhemina notices, how your eyes are fixed on a point somewhere, staring into nothingness, how your hands are shaking, your legs bouncing up underneath the blanket ever so slightly, how your face turned noticeably pale.

,,Y/N, I need you to talk to us'' Cordelia begins again, ignoring your state as her thoughts of concern and worry win over.

,,Cordelia-'' Wilhemina begins, slowly drawing her eyes away from you and towards the redhead. And when the blonde notices the expression on her girlfriends face, she instantly stops, her mouth closing as she stops the words that were about to follow. Wilhemina's eyes plead with her to stop, to notice your struggling state and to focus on helping you rather than interrogating you right now.

Cordelia fights back some tears, internally scolding herself for pushing you and not noticing she was pushing too much, not noticing your vulnerable state, still sitting in Billie's arms. And then, they just let you sit in silence, waiting for this little storm to pass as your breaths become a little more erratic, your chest rising and falling quickly. Wilhemina composes herself, reaching for your hand, as Billie lets go of them. And when you feel a slightly firmer grip on your hand, your eyes snap open, her brown eyes drawing you towards her.

And as you look up at her, meeting her brown steady and safe eyes, the little reassuring smile and feeling her thumb rub little circles on your hand, your breathing finally returns to normal, the colour slowly finding it's way to your features again. And just like that, her safety guides you back to reality, your vision much less blurry, the panic slowly subsiding. She simply gives you a proud little smile as you return the favour by mouthing the words ,,Thank you''. And then the room is quiet again, Billie glancing at Cordelia, who still stands in the room, almost frozen, watching the exchange between you and the redhead.

,,Are you tired little one?'' your girlfriends asks, noticing how you are trying very hard to blink the sleep away. Glancing at your other two girlfriends, you simply nod, feeling a little shy and embarassed, also guilty for never answering their questions. ,,Let's get you upstairs, shall we?'' she asks before balancing on her cane and holding out her hand to you. You hesitate then, glancing at Billie who simply forces a smile and nods, allowing you to go and reassuring it's okay to get some rest.

And so you take her hand, not daring to glance at Cordelia, feeling horrible and guilty for ignoring her like this, but at the same time not being able to help it as sleep and a sense of fatigue washes over you, almost drowning you in it. And so carefully, you balance on Wilhemina, quickly up on your shaky legs and following her upstairs. Billie and Cordelia watch as the two of you leave, the only sound to be heard, the sound of Wilhemina's cane as the two of you ascend the stairs and eventually make it into your shared bedroom. Cordelia sighs heavily as soon as she hears the faint sound of the bedroom door opening and closing, almost with a sense of defeat walking over to the sofa where you had sat and sitting down next to Billie, rubbing her temples in annoyance and distress.

,,I'm sure it's nothing, darling'' Billie tries to reassure her, noticing the supremes state, knowing her words wouldn't give much comfort to the blonde, but wanting to try nevertheless. ,,I'm sorry'' Cordelia whispers, the guilt weighing heavily on her mind. ,,I shouldn't have brought it up like that'' she apologies, more to you and herself rather than Billie Dean. ,,I understand love, but you're worried and it's okay'' the medium reassures as she reaches for the supreme's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, her girlfriend simply responding with a sad smile.

Meanwhile, Wilhemina had guided you upstairs, with so much love and gentleness, it almost makes you cry as you sit on the bed where she had sat you down. As the room turns darker and darker by the minute, you watch as she walks over to your wardrobe, carefully opening some draws until she finds your pyjama one and looking for some comfortable ones. Once she is content with her choice, she reaches for a hairbrush and scrunchie before returning to you. Neatly, she places the clothes beside you, before ushering you to turn around. ,,Mina- you don't need to'' you begin to protest but she shushes you quickly with a gentle smile and shaking of her head.

And so you comply, sitting crossed leg and turning around, before you feel her fingertips slowly brush over the top of your head, before leaning her cane on the bed, brushing through your hair gently, removing some knots, before braiding your hair for you. Usually, Cordelia would do these things for you, without ever asking for it, but your Delia loved taking care of you and so there is something so special about this encounter with your Mina that again it almost brings tears to your eyes. Her hands feel so gentle on your scalp that it almost makes you fall asleep, yet the braiding keeps you awake a little as she has to apply a certain amount of pressure to make your hair stay in place. Once she finishes, she reaches for her cane, putting the hairbrush back neatly in place, as you turn around and reach for your pyjamas.

,,Let me help you with those little one'' she tries, but you protest then, reaching for them and heading towards the bathroom. ,,Thank you but I'll do this'' you reassure. And she brushes it off then, knowing if anyone tried to dress her, she would be furious, Mina especially struggling with accepting help, even if it was with you three. And as you stand in the bathroom, smiling at first, noticing how much gentleness and care she had put into the braiding, your smile quickly fades as you noticed what pyjamas she had chosen for you. You didn't mind the trousers, however the matching shirt was unfortunately short sleeved as it was the middle of summer and her choice was more than valid.

However, as you take off your hoodie, the red marks another reminder of your foolishness lately, adding another pang of guilt to your features, almost causing your heart to sink in your chest. ,,Shit'' you think to yourself, knowing Wilhemina was perceptive, maybe not as confronting as Cordelia but after the encounter downstairs, you knew you had to be careful from now on, at least if you want to continue the hiding and keep the perfect facade up. And so you opt for the only thing you can think of, putting on the shirt but quickly putting back on your hoodie, easily being able to explain that, simply saying you are cold. And after quickly brushing your teeth, you find yourself back in the bedroom, Wilhemina waiting patiently for you, as she sits on the bed, smiling seeing her little one so comfortable and adorable.

A little unsure what to do next, you simply abandon your clothes in a nearby washing basket, before walking over to your side of the bed, crawling underneath the covers, before Wilhemina gently tucks you in, sitting beside you. ,,Are you cold, little one?'' she questions, noticing how you are still wearing your hoodie. In response, you simply nod, not wanting the subject to be adressed further and despite her being able to tell, she simply tucks you in a little more. Yawning, you glance at her before mumbling ,,You can go back down... mm.. tired'' and she smiles then, loving to see you so sleepy and adorable. ,,It's okay little one'' , she whispers before watching your chest slowly rise and fall, much more comfortable than before as sleep slowly greets you, her hand rubbing little circles on your forehead, lulling you into a soft slumber.

After a while, the redhead carefully gets up, walking towards the door but making sure you are still asleep. And when she leaves, walking down the stairs, she can hear both Billie and Cordelia in the kitchen. Her mouth watering a little as she smells the supreme's cooking, hungry and tired from her busy day, the concern about you still lingering on her mind. She finds Cordelia walking back and forth from the kitchen island to the fridge, gathering ingredients for a quick meal, while Billie is leaning against a counter, nervously fidgeting with her nails. And as the redhead finally joins them, she can't help but notice the guilty expression on the mediums face and how it had been there already when the four of you were in the living room.

,,Is she okay?'' Cordelia asks, noticing Wilhemina's return, her eyes locking with the redheads. ,,Yes, she's asleep'' she states, her eyes wandering towards Billie again.

,,What's wrong with you Howard?'' she questions, noticing the blondes unusual fidgeting and nervousness.

,,Have you also forgotten your medication or do you just need a cigarette?'' she almost mocks, Cordelia giving her a disapproving glance, before Billie chuckles nervously and reaches for a cigarette and lighter out of her handbag, before disappearing to the garden. The other two watching from the kitchen window ,,Something is up'' Cordelia remarks before adding the last ingredients to a pan while Wilhemina nods in agreement, before reaching for some plates and cutlery and placing it on the kitchen table, opting for three, unsure whether you would wake up any time soon.

And while Billie smokes her nervousness away, she can't help but think back to an encounter with you a while ago. How she had assumed that the other two already knew by now but given their lingering concern and Cordelia's discovery today, she worries whether she should have said anything, should have shared what she saw. And despite taking a deep breath, as soon as she returns and takes a seat, she can't help the shaking of her hands or averting their gazes.

While Cordelia serves the food, almost absentmindedly, her thoughts still with you, Wilhemina can't help but feel annoyance towards the mediums behaviour, never usually seeing her high energy girlfriend like this. ,,What is it Billie?'' she asks again, her tone mirroring her annoyance, Cordelia not paying much attention as she sits down and begins taking some bites of the food. ,,It's nothing'' Billie reassures, shakily reaching for her fork and forcing down some food. But Wilhemina couldn't just brush it off, knowing there was something wrong by the way Billie's behaviour shifted as soon as Cordelia filled them in on her discovery and how that same guilty expression had been on the mediums face ever since.

,,Why do you look like you just broke one of your newly manicured nails then?'' Wilhemina jokes, trying to lift the mood a little and hoping the medium might share then. And when Billie stays silent then, dropping her fork and not responding with her usual sarcasm, Cordelia picks it up, her attention now on Billie, equally abandoning her food as she notices the mediums unusual behaviour.

,,Billie darling, what's wrong?'' Cordelia questions, reaching for the mediums hand and placing her warm steady hand on her shaky one.

,,So you don't know then?'' Billie questions, her eyes locking with Cordelia's.

,,Know what honey?'' the supreme asks dumbfounded before Wilhemina joins in.

,,You knew about the medication?'' she questions, almost a little sternly but Billie is quick to shake her head.

,,No, I had no idea about that'' she confesses, only adding to the confusion on her lovers features.

,,What is it then?'' Cordelia asks, anxiously, not understanding what Billie was implying.

And when an uncomfortable silence falls over the quiet kitchen, Cordelia's and Wilhemina's concern grows with each second passing, never knowing Billie to be so quiet, to not share with them. And while the blonde thinks back to her discovery a while ago, she is hurting inside, her heart beating angrily with guilt. It was a quiet day, just you and Billie as the other two worked late, the two of you carelessly strolling through the gardens, Billie clumsily dropping the cigarette she was about to light, when you picked it up for her. A split second of carelessness, you bending down and your sleeve lifting up ever so slightly. But the split second was enough to see the fresh cuts and her mouth opened after taking the cigarette you held to her but then some girls joined you two and she couldn't say anything. And since then she had thought about bringing it up everyday with you, however she never had the chance as the two of you barely got any time with just you two. In fact, she had thought about bringing it up tonight, as the two of you sat so comfortably on the sofa, knowing about your past struggles with mental health and you taking the medication, but then Wilhemina joined and she couldn't ask about it then. She had hoped silently, that the other two already knew, Wilhemina ever perceptive and Cordelia just Cordelia and always knowing and in control of things. However the evening made her realise they had no idea, that she was the only one who had seen you struggling and the thought of not helping sooner killed her, causing for her to sit in silence, Wilhemina's impatience growing by the minute.

,,Spit it out Howard'' Wilhemina tries, pulling the medium away from her thoughts and flashbacks but she remains quiet, growing a little pale.

,,Have you forgotten English?'' Wilhemina pushes, her own anxiety betraying her.

,,I just assumed you knew being the supreme and all and you.. you wear glasses'' Billie finally speaks, pointing at Wilhemina, unsure how to ever say the words lingering on her mind.

,,What do you mean darling?'' Cordelia tries gently, her eyebrows knitting in confusion, not understanding what Billie was implying.

,,You know...'' Billie tries, stopping herself from putting those words in her mouth, the thought too painful.

,,No we don't, what do you mean Billie?'' Wilhemina tries again, softer this time, noticing how much her girlfriend is struggling with this.

And then after taking a deep breath, she finally fills them in ,,Harming herself'' is all she says, Cordelia instantly knowing what Billie means, her eyes closing as the pain of Billie's words sink in, remembering your struggles in the past and the faded scars on your wrist, despite them being barely visible when she had last seen your arms anyway.

However, Wilhemina didn't know as much as Cordelia as you never wanted to burden the redhead with your past, her own way too painful for you to ever be selfish enough to burden her with your pathetic attempts to rid you of the pain you endured. ,,What do you mean?'' she asks a little dumbfounded, not understanding how you could be harming yourself. But as she meets Cordelia's form, seeing how quiet she had gotten, how she never questioned it, how she simply sits there with her eyes closed, tears forming in Billie's vision, she knows and the realisation almost kills her, much more painful than the pain her body gave her on a daily basis due to her scoliosis.

,,Why on earth didn't you say anything?'' Wilhemina argues, now dropping her fork in annoyance as it clanks on the plate. Cordelia's eyes snap open, startled at the sudden noise and her girlfriends raised voice. ,,I assumed you both knew, I'm so sorry'' Billie apologises, the guilt gnawing at her insides. ,,Why would she do this to herself? I don't understand- Cordelia?'' Wilhemina tries reasoning with the blonde, hoping she could make this any less painful.

But Cordelia doesn't say anything, as a wave of concern and anger washes over her, concern for you and also anger at herself of how she didn't pick this up, only now realising how she hand't seen you in short sleeves in ages, how you had often not been in bed at night when she sometimes woke up, how you had often made excuses about meals. How she hadn't really seen you all that much, thinking about it now and how you had seemed so tired and sad and how she never picked it up until now, as if Billie's words only now wake her up and make her see. And so with one swift motion, she almost jumps out of her chair, startling the other two in the process before she sprints upstairs, Billie and Wilhemina looking at each other with both shocked and concerned expressions, before they are quick on their feet and behind their girlfriend.

,,Cordelia.. Cordelia'' Billie tries but it's hopeless as by the time they are both upstairs, the supreme is already by the bed, tugging at your sleeves. You jump from sleep, confusion washing over you as you try to yank your arms away from your girlfriend. ,,What are you doing?'' you ask confused and angry, just having woken from sleep.

,,Show me'' the supreme demands, her voice firm and lacking her usual gentleness. Billie watches in shock, while Wilhemina is already in the bathroom, searching through absolutely everything, trying to find some evidence, knowing you wouldn't show them, at least not like this.

,,Show you what?'' you ask confused, jumping from the bed and holding onto your sleeves, backing away into a corner as Cordelia continues to take steps towards you, her concern lingering on her features.

The blonde sighs in frustration, seeing you back away like this, before Billie takes over, taking gentle steps towards you, wanting to show you she has no intention of checking, no intention of scaring you further. ,,They know honey'' she whispers, tears lingering in her eyes as the realisation suddenly dawns on you.

Moments later, Wilhemina returns with a little makeup bag and you sigh heavily, knowing what she had just found. She holds the bag in her trembling hands, giving it to Cordelia as they pass each other. Inside the supreme finds a pack of razors, some tissue and wipes, shaking her head in disbelief, not understanding how she could have missed this, fighting back her tears as guilt and concern wash over her. ,,Are there any more?'' Wilhemina questions sternly, searching your face, searching your eyes but you remain silent, shivering as you stand in the corner under their gazes.

,,Y/N'' she tries again, banging her cane once in frustration, causing you to flinch. But this time Billie is quick to interject, positioning herself in front of you and stopping the redhead. ,,Wilhemina- enough'' she scolds, pleading with her to notice your state now.

,,No Billie, you do not get to do this'' Wilhemina argues ,,You knew all along'' she counters, causing the guilt to fill the mediums features again.

And then the room fills with silence, as neither of you can find the right words to say. Billie simply standing frozen, facing Wilhemina, still protecting you by hovering in front of you. The redhead holding onto her cane for dear life, the anger very visible on her features. Cordelia having abandoned the bag by now and sitting on a nearby chair as her legs felt like giving out, sighing in frustration as she watches the confrontation between Billie and Wilhemina unfold.

It doesn't take long before the confrontation triggers your anxiety again, causing you to shiver even more, your stomach twisting and churning before you eventually grow pale. Seconds pass until a small gagging noise escapes you, the panic growing in your eyes before you run towards the bathroom, brushing past your girlfriends. Wilhemina sighs, the guilt of this whole encounter weighing heavily on her, Cordelia and Billie sharing knowing glances and sighing in defeat, knowing they could have prevented all of this, by Billie speaking up sooner and Cordelia not addressing this in the way she had earlier this afternoon.

And as you empty the very small contents of your stomach over the toilet, tears stream down your cheeks, not from this whole encounter but more from being sick. You absolutely hated being sick, and so you can't help the hot tears escaping you. With a few deep breaths it's over and you quickly compose yourself, flushing the toilet, before brushing your teeth, wanting to rid all the evidence of what just happened. And as you stare at your pale complexion in the mirror, your brain races with thoughts, thinking what you could do to make all of this go away, to go back into hiding and them not knowing as this was exactly what you wanted to prevent. And so, the only thing your brain can think of in this moment, is make it all disappear, rid you of the scars and cuts so you could lie, go back into hiding and make this all go away.

You begin by closing your eyes after abandoning the toothbrush, rolling up your sleeves and focusing your magic on your wrists. If you were in a clear state of mind, you would know this could never work, especially not on the healed ones, or to begin with. You knew it needed healing potions and swamp mud to even remotely make it go away but your magic could never make them disappear like that. Still, you pathetically try, growing annoyed at yourself as you open your eyes and they are still there. Eventually stumbling backwards and sliding down the side of the bathtub, trying over and over again to make your magic help you out.

Meanwhile the three of them remain frozen, each of them contemplating whether to go in and help you but they knew you prefered to battle everything in silence, including being sick and they all breathe out in relief once the retching stops and the sound of a toothbrush can be heard. However, Cordelia is quick on her feet when her supreme senses alert her of something else. For some reason, Cordelia could quite literally smell your magic. It always lingered in the air whenever you used magic around her, the smell of strawberries. Ever so slightly and ever so subtle and it doesn't take long for her to connect the dots and figure out what you are trying to do. The other two watch in silence and confusion as she bursts through the door, sinking to her feet as she takes in your shivering form. And despite your best attempts to roll your sleeves back down, she had already caught a glimpse of it, knowing you are trying to make all of this go away.

,,Sweetie'' she tries, holding your hands back ,,No, No, No'' she tries to stop you ,,It doesn't work like that sweetie'' she reminds you, taking your sobbing form into her arms. ,,Shh'' she coos as you finally fall apart in her arms. The blonde is quick to sit on the floor, lean on the bathtub herself before pulling you into her chest, you holding onto her shirt for dear life, for some support to guide you through this storm. Billie and Wilhemina watch the scene unfold in confusion, not understanding what you tried to do in the first place, not being able to do much beside watch and frown, seeing their sunshine in so much pain, all the guilt and anger subsiding from their features slowly.

,,You're okay darling, it's all going to be okay'' Cordelia reassures as she holds you closely, grounding you by guiding you through your breathing, her perfume and smell calming you further as you listen to her steady but slightly quickened heartbeat. And so the two of you sit on the cold bathroom floor, neither of you caring about that as of right now. And after a while, your sobs slowly subside, the only sound to be heard your quiet breathing, as you close your eyes and continue holding onto your darling Cordelia. ,,Come on sweetie, let's get you to bed'' she tries gently but your eyes remain closed. With a worried glance, she looks up at Billie and Wilhemina who remained frozen in the exact spot, the medium quick to support Cordelia by helping her lift you up and gently take you to bed. And as you lay there, you still don't move, simply curled up, with your eyes closed before Billie tucks you in.

,,We need to let her rest'' the medium announces as she glares at the other two, getting ready to head to the bathroom to get ready to join you in bed. Wilhemina and Cordelia simply look at each other, a questioning look on the redheads face. ,,She-'' the blonde begins but quickly gives the redhead a signal to follow her. The two of you stand a little away from you before Cordelia explains ,,She tried to get rid of it with her magic'' and Wilhemina simply nods, understanding now what the supreme had sensed before and with a worried glance taking in your exhausted form.

And as the night wears on, the three of them join you in bed, Billie opting for the space next to you as she snuggles into your side, holding you close as she wraps her arms around you. As if she could make it all go away by holding you closely to her. Wilhemina in her usual spot but not able to sleep a wink, so in the end opting for simply sitting comfortable on the bed, a book in her lap, watching over you, Cordelia and Billie sleeping softly while holding you. And her thoughts can't help but trail off, why you hadn't told them, why you hadn't told her specifically, also about the medication. She worries then, that there was something about her that made you not feel safe, whether she was too strict or intimidating with you at times, despite a little voice reminding her that you hadn't shared with the other two either and that after all she managed to calm you before when panic was rippling through you.

It's about 3am when you wake, the only noises being heard the occasional car outside, the moon illuminating the coven and your bedroom, however another light source coming from another side of the bedroom, assuming it must be Wilhemina's nightlight. And then you hear a quiet noise, the sound of a book page flipping and you can't help but turn, being able to feel both Billie and Cordelia beside you but not your Mina. And as expected, she sits there, reading glasses on her face, her hair down which was a rare occasion, a lilac nightgown keeping her warm and comfortable. And it both made you sad and content, knowing she was awake because of you but also appreciating not being fully alone. You consider turning around again, hoping the soft arms of your girlfriends would coax you back to sleep but also knowing there was no way your racing thoughts would allow that.

And for some reason, the previous evening caused those all too familiar thoughts back, you felt guilty wanting to punish yourself, you felt pain wanting to make it go away, you felt fear hoping the blade could rid you of those. But you know they wouldn't have kept your things anywhere close to you and you also knew with Wilhemina awake she wouldn't let you brush past her, especially not now. And so the only thing you can do is cry, ever so quietly, trying to contain the sobs and simply letting the tears flow. But Wilhemina notices, despite your back faced to her right beside her. Cordelia and Billie beside you on the other side of the bed. She notices how your breathing was a little different and when the first sobs wrecks through you, she is quick to abandon her book on her night table, her hand reaching for your shoulder in an attempt to turn you around.

Shivering into her touch, you pretend you can't feel it, pretend you aren't crying and sobbing but it's useless as her hand taps your shoulder again, begging you to turn around. And when you do, her face crumbles seeing you in so much pain and wanting nothing more than to hold you, to comfort you, to fix all of this, to make her little one happy again. ,,Little one'' she whispers, her face filled with concern. ,,Come here'' she offers, moving her legs a little so you can get comfortable on her lap. You don't even hesitate, moving closer to her, settling on her lap, checking her expression whether it hurt her back. And for a while she holds you, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back, helping you through each sob, wiping your tears in between with her thumbs, trying to make all of this go away.

It takes a while, but you settle in the end, finding your breathing as the sobs had stopped, as your Mina had wiped most of your tears, only leaving your damp cheeks. ,,Little one?'' she tries, softly, causing you to look up and meet her eyes. ,,Are you alright?'' she asks, unsure what to say at this moment as you really hadn't said all that much to them yet, and it worried her. ,,Hmm'' you simply nod, unsure what to say, your tired eyes locking with her worried ones. Silence follows before you feel her fingertips travel from your back towards your arm, beginning at the top before ghosting over your hoodie and stopping by your wrists. ,,Can I see, little one?'' she tries, her eyes still locked with yours. But you flinch, not really caring about Billie or Cordelia seeing them now but Mina, you simply couldn't.

And so, you shake your head no, feeling terrible as she was so kind, gentle and loving right now but you couldn't, not with her. ,,Why?'' she questions, not sternly or angrily but curiously, wanting to know why you couldn't let her see. ,,I can't Mina, not with you'' you whisper before doubt fills her features. Her earlier concerns and voices returning, telling her you had no trust in her and you can tell, by the way her eyes avert yours and how her expression turns into a pained one. ,,I can't show you because I feel terrible'' you admit, tears lingering in your eyes again. Her eyebrow furrows in confusion, before she looks at you again with a questioning look. ,,Why little one?'' she tries, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

,,Because.. you have to go through so much pain Mina'' you whisper, the truth spilling out of you a little bit. ,,Everyday and I'm so stupid for doing this to myself, I'm sorry'' you confess, biting your lip anxiously as more tears pour from your eyes. Once the realisation hits her, her face scrunches up in pain, all the doubts and self consciousness leaving her, unable to believe that despite all the pain you had been going through, her still your main concern and caring more about her feelings and pain than your own. ,,Little one'' she tries, her eyebrows knitted in concern, her eyes filled with heartache. ,,This is not the same'' she begins ,,You are hurting and that's just as valid my darling'' she reminds you. You falter then, glancing at your wrist as she gently lifts your sleeves, her eyes landing on the healed and cuts from a few days ago.

It brings tears to her eyes but Wilhemina knows how to fight them back, knowing she needed to be there for you now. But she hated it, the thought of you so sad to do this to yourself. ,,I'm sorry that we didn't see this little one, I'm sorry we didn't help'' she apologises, gently pulling your sleeves back down, to make you feel less exposed, internally grateful that you showed her, her heart swelling a little at your honesty with her in this moment. ,,You aren't mad?'' you whisper, a little anxiously but seeing no shame, no disgust in her features. ,,No little one'' she reassures, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. And somehow she makes you feel so safe and loved that you feel confident enough to confide in her in this moment, the truth about the past few months and weeks spilling out of you.

,,I stopped taking my medicine a few months ago'' you admit, meeting her eyes as she listens contently, her expression remaining calm, loving and understanding. ,,I thought that- that maybe I didn't need it anymore'' you admit before adding ,,I don't know what I was thinking'' and Wilhemina understands all too well, herself having tried some experiments with her medication in the past before. ,,And honestly I was better Mina'' you begin nodding your head to make your statement more believable. ,,But the last few weeks have been awful'' you admit to yourself more than herself really. ,,It all came back badly and I didn't know what to do'' you finally admit, all the truth finally out there. And Wilhemina simply looks at you, feeling content after understanding your reasoning, not for a second mad or upset with you as she understood all too well.

,,It's okay, come here'' she coos as she watches your face fall apart again, knowing this must have been a lot to admit to her, and so she simply holds you again, getting you both comfortable as she lays you down and holds you tightly on her chest. ,,It's okay little one, it's all okay now'' she coos. Wilhemina tries her hardest to coax you back to sleep and despite it taking a while for the sobs to stop, your breathing to get slower and sleep to eventually welcome you, she holds you through it all. And once you are finally asleep, she sighs, not in frustration, never in frustration but in pain, wishing she could help fix this, wishing this never happened in the first place.

And when morning arrives, Cordelia wakes first, finding Billie still asleep next to her, however she wasn't holding you anymore and she gets scared then, quickly turning around, only to see you cozily asleep on Wilhemina's chest, the redhead watching over you protectively, getting some sleep but waking as the first cracks of light flooded their bedroom. She exhales, the panic leaving her features, before a soft content smile spreads across her features. ,,You okay honey?'' Cordelia mouths and Wilhemina meets her eyes then, knowing she would have to fill the supreme in on this eventually but for now simply nodding and forcing a smile. Cordelia notices the way your fist was gripping onto Wilhemina's nightgown despite being asleep and how your sleeve was exposed ever so slightly. The blonde isn't sure what to do and so she simply does what her heart tells her to, move a little closer and snuggle up to Wilhemina, one arm protectively around you as she seeks in the warmth of her two lovers.

Eventually, you wake as well, opening your eyes only to feel that you are still in Wilhemina's lap, Cordelia and the redhead smiling at you as they notice you waking. ,,Good morning sweetie'' the blonde greets you with a warm smile, Wilhemina's features matching the supreme's softness. Remembering the previous night, you can't help but wonder what Cordelia already knew, what Wilhemina may have already shared with her and they can tell by your expression before the blonde cups your cheeks, brushing over them softly with her thumbs. ,,Sweetie it's okay, I understand now'' she explains and Wilhemina's face grows a little anxious, hoping you wouldn't be upset with her but your face is filled with relief, grateful that you wouldn't have to tell them again as last night had drained you enough. ,,I'm sorry'' you whisper guiltily, tugging at your sleeves a little nervously. ,,Sweetie'' Cordelia tries softly ,,You have nothing to be sorry for'' she reassures.

Meanwhile, Billie finally wakes, having heard muffled and whispered conversation, only really picking up the last parts of it. ,,Good Morning Howard'' Wilhemina greets her, noticing her rolling over and moving closer to the three of you. ,,Morning'' Billie mumbles, still a little sleepily smiling at seeing you three so closely. ,,Someone going to fill me in?'' she asks as she presses a kiss to your cheek. Glancing up at Cordelia, she gives you a reassuring smile. ,,How about we do that over some breakfast sweetie?'' she asks, as you stare at her a little anxiously but seeing both Wilhemina and her comforting and reassuring glances you can't help but nod, knowing Billie equally deserved to be filled in.

And somehow today felt a little more manageable, knowing todays conversations would be unpleasant and painful but also knowing you wouldn't have to hide it all, being able to just be yourself in front of them again, which you hadn't been in the longest time. And in their embraces all you can feel is safety as of right now, as Billie scoots a little closer, also wanting to feel her little babydoll close.

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sweet dreams - bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Reader falls asleep on Bucky. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A small mention of Bucky’s past as The Winter Soldier. Other than that, just sickly sweet fluff. Notes: I’m gonna be fully honest, I partly wrote this for myself. Life and work has been getting me down recently, so I wanted to write something short(ish), cute and fluffy with my fave super soldier. So here we are!

Wrapping his metal arm around his girlfriend Y/N’s waist, Bucky pulls her closer, kissing her temple. Deep down, he hopes that she feels better now, because he knows that she’s been having a rough time this past week. Of course, Y/N didn’t have to tell him that something was wrong. Bucky could tell almost immediately. Her smiles weren’t as big as they usually are, and she wasn’t sleeping right either. She also seemed on edge and stressed constantly. In a way, it seemed like Y/N had lost her spark of happiness. And Bucky knew he had to help her get it back. So, Bucky organised a special night off, just the two of them. They’d watch a movie, order some food and take the night off from Avengers’ stuff and work stuff, and all the stress that comes along with them. That’s where the pair are now, laying cuddled up together on their couch, laughing at the movie they put on and just enjoying each other’s company, illuminated by a multitude of fairy lights. The sound of Y/N’s laughter makes Bucky smile.

It’s so good to hear that noise again.

After a while though, Y/N falls silent. “Hey. You’ve been quiet for a while, are you alright?” No response sounds, and Bucky frowns. He looks over, confused by her silence.

It’s only when he notices her chest slowly rising and falling, and how she’s cuddled into him, that Bucky realises what’s happened. Y/N’s fallen asleep on him. Immediately, Bucky is unsure of what to do. Although he knows it’s stupid, Bucky is even slightly overwhelmed. Y/N is his girlfriend, but she’s his first girlfriend in about seventy years. The first girl he’s ever been with since everything happened, and since he tried to start his new, pardoned life. When it comes to the dating experience, Bucky Barnes is woefully inexperienced. Something like this, something so soft and intimate, has definitely never happened to him before. Bucky’s cheeks flush in embarrassment. The super serum powered assassin, who could once wipe out thousands in a single mission…is out of his depth because his girlfriend fell asleep in his lap.

As Bucky tries to figure out what to do, Y/N murmurs softly in her sleep, turning her body slightly. Panic fills Bucky’s body, and he questions if his panicking somehow woke her up. To his relief, however, Y/N simply cuddles closer to him, slinging her arm around his torso. Feeling the warmth of her body against his, Bucky smiles. He may not have had a lot of experience with this, but it’s fucking adorable, and it makes his insides feel all warm and gooey. Turning off the TV, Bucky gently shifts Y/N’s body slightly so she’s laying down and doesn’t awaken. He lays down with her, watching her as she sleeps, a soft smile on his face. She looks so peaceful, with all her worries of the past week gone. If Bucky could, he’d take all her worries off of her and deal with them himself. He has enough pain and trauma to last him a lifetime, and he never wants Y/N to go through that, or to feel as guilty as he does. “I love you. So much.” Bucky whispers, pulling a blanket around their bodies. Wrapping his arm around her, he settles in to sleep beside her. “I’ll protect you forever.”

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Answered Prayers: Dark Series HOTD Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC Part Three : A Battle of Wills

Summary: First infatuation, then obsession. Prince Aemond has found the lady of his dreams and the gods give him a way to keep her. But the Lady is more than she seems. A Dark Romance

Pairing: HOTD Aemond Targaryen x Fem OC

Word Count: 4344

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, DUB/CON - NON/CON, Strong Sexual Content, coercion, angst, mention of murder/suicide, medieval-canon sexism, profanity

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Kepus - Uncle riñītsos - little girl Ao issi ñuhon - You are mine

You awaken in the morning to the sound of your maid Rona knocking on the door, rousing you from your slumber. When the cheerful young maid comes into the room, she begins to pull back the heavy drapes to allow the morning light into the room. You sit up in bed, trying to untangle yourself from the bedclothes, and from the state of the bed, your sleep was clearly restless.

Accepting Rona’s offer of a bath before breaking your fast, you allow the warm water to soothe your tired body and the fragrant oils to refresh your senses. Once dried off, Rona assists you with a dark-colored dress, putting a simple braid over the rest of your long, loose tresses. Another maid informs you to await a visit from the queen later in the morning.

Meanwhile, you consider your options. You have no wish to remain in the capital, preferring to return home as quickly as possible. You are now the lady of your house, and though you are young and unmarried, you have little worry that you will be able to take control of your life if you are in the familiar territory of your own home. Your state of mourning gives you time; if you must marry, it will be a young lord of your choosing, not your father’s choice.

But that leads you to the pressing matter of how to deal with Prince Aemond. ‘Is this simply a game to him, some amusing diversion that he will tire of?’ you wonder. You understand very well the precariousness of your situation; an accusation from him would see you executed for murder. ‘What does he want?’ you ask yourself again.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door by a member of the kingsguard announcing the arrival of the queen.

Bidding entry, you stand to see Queen Alicent, Princess Helaena, and Prince Aemond walk into your chambers. You dip low in respect to each, though the prince’s unexpected presence causes your heart to quicken with unease.

Queen Alicent comes over to you, gently placing her arm around your shoulders. ”My dear girl, I am so sorry for your loss. I cannot imagine what you must be feeling, but I assure you we will do whatever we can to aid you through this trying time,” she tells you.

“Thank you, your grace. You are most kind,’ you respond with a sad smile and an invitation to sit. The queen and her daughter take seats next to each other on a small sofa opposite you, while the prince remains standing behind them, facing you.

While the queen and the princess inquire about your wellbeing with genuine concern, the prince is in his usual stoic pose, standing tall with his hands clasped behind his back and no trace of emotion on his face.

You try ignoring his presence, focusing solely on his mother and sister, accepting their condolences graciously, and answering their questions politely. When Princess Helaena invites you to join her and her children for a morning in the garden, you tell her that sounds lovely.

Queen Alicent then reminds you that you need not make any decisions regarding your future right away and that you should take the time you need to mourn your family.

Before you can respond, Prince Aemond says, “Mother, perhaps Lady Mira should remain here at the Red Keep during her mourning. Here, we can assure that no one tries to take advantage of her during this difficult time.”

The queen glances proudly up at her son, agreeing, “Aemond, that is a wonderful idea."

Turning to you, the queen continues, “Helaena and the children would love your company as well. It would also do you good, I think.”

Princess Helaena smiles broadly. “We can spend time together, and the children will adore you, I’m sure.”

You see both the queen and the princess smiling at you expectantly, hoping you will accept the offer to stay. Behind them, Prince Aemond is smirking at you, as if challenging you to decline the offer.

Choosing your words carefully, knowing you are taking a risk, you say with a sad smile, “I would love to accept your generous offer, your grace, but I fear I would be remiss in my duty to see my father and stepmother back home to their final place of rest.”

“If it would put your mind at ease, I shall personally see to the arrangements to have your father and stepmother taken back to your home,” Aemond offers. Though this voice betrays no emotion, the look in his eye warns you not to defy him.

Forcing yourself to smile graciously, you bite back the words you wish to say, instead responding demurely, “I cannot thank you enough for your generosity. You are right; perhaps it would be best to remain here for a time, though eventually duty will require that I return home," you reply, shifting your eyes to him as you finish speaking.

Soon, the royal family take their leave; the queen and princess were clearly pleased, and the prince once again showed nothing but unsmiling detachment.

You are left alone in your chambers, seething at being maneuvered by the prince into staying in King’s Landing. You have time; you remind yourself. There is nothing he can do while you are in mourning; bide your time, figure out his motives, and try to dissuade him of this marriage nonsense.

Thankfully, the prince keeps his distance from you for a time. You keep to yourself in your chambers, resting and thinking and restricting your activities to quiet walks or reading in the library. Eventually, becoming restless, you accept Helaena’s invitations to visit with her and her children. You begin a routine of spending your mornings with her, sometimes in the royal chambers or in the gardens.

You can’t help but like the princess, finding her company pleasant and her personality sincere. The little prince and princess are delightful children, and you find yourself genuinely enjoying your time spent with them.

One day, while chatting with Helaena in the garden, you hear the children squeal “Kepus!” with enthusiasm. Turning, you see Aemond bending down to embrace his niece and nephew. Helaena smiles at her brother, and you bow your head in greeting.

“Lady Mira, you look well. My sister tells me the children are quite taken with you, and your company makes her days far more pleasant,” he says cordially, a hint of a smile on his lips. “It seems your decision to remain here has been beneficial to everyone.”

With a smile, you say, “The children are lovely, and Princess Helaena has become a dear friend to me. I shall miss them terribly when I must leave and return home.”

He is so adept at hiding his emotions that you barely catch the darkening of his expression. While your gazes meet, he says, “I was hoping we could take that walk you promised me.”

You glance towards Helaena, but she says, “It’s a lovely day for a walk, and it’s time for me to take the children back to our chambers.” After bidding both of you a good day, she takes her children’s hands and goes back into the Keep.

Taking Aemond’s offered arm, you allow him to lead you down one of the garden paths. Since the weather is pleasant, with a gentle breeze blowing and fragrant flowers in full bloom, others have also decided to avail themselves of the gardens, forcing you to maintain an amiable appearance despite your inner turmoil. The prince beside you has also softened his demeanor, actually gracing passersby with courteous acknowledgements.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your company on this fine day, your grace?” You inquire as you continue to stroll leisurely beside him.

“You did promise me a walk in the gardens; I decided this was a good day to claim it,” he answers smoothly. “We should also be seen together for appearances, and when our betrothal is announced, everyone will simply assume that we became close during this most difficult time for you.”

You cannot help the involuntary stiffening of your hand on his arm, tightening your grasp slightly. “I would rather you abandon that notion, for I have no wish to marry,” you inform him.

Increasing his pace, he leads you to a more secluded area along a high stone wall while glancing around to ensure no one can overhear him. “I thought I made myself clear that night in your chambers,” he whispers harshly in your ear. “What part of ‘you will be my wife’ did you not understand?”

“I understand what you said," you reply, trying to keep your voice calm. “What I do not..."

Aemond interrupts you. “Hmm, if you understand, then why do you make a point of talking about leaving whenever you are in my presence?” he admonishes you. “You will only return to your house as my wife.

Your eyes narrowing in anger, you turn to face him. ”I risked everything, not only for my mother, but to ensure that a man who did not love me would not control my life. I did not do what I did just to give my life to you or anyone else.”

His arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him. “But you have no choice, riñītsos,” he reminds you. “Not if you want to keep that pretty little head of yours.”

“Why me? I am nothing to you,” you hiss in frustration, failing to pull away from him. “Am I simply amusement to you?” You continue, while you can feel how large his hands are with his palms splayed against your body, holding you in place, as you stare up at his face. You force yourself to look into his eye, holding your ground against him while trying to learn how to read him.

Aemond sighs, looking down at your face, a distinctive half-smirk and half-smile forming on his lips. He closes his eye for a moment before answering, “No, you are not amusement to me; you are far more than you know.”

For a second, you think he is about to kiss you, but you lean your head back with a hint of a smile, saying, “Ahh, so this is not just a game to you, which tells me you want something.” Your smile grows as your mind races through the possibilities.

Resting your hands against his chest, you ask, “Is it my inheritance you want? Am I a second son’s chance at lands of his own?”

“Your house and lands mean nothing to me,” he scoffs. Though the quickness of his denial tells you otherwise, you know you have at least hit a sore spot with him.

You cannot help the wry chuckle that escapes you. “Yes, I see what this is about. If it’s not a game to you, and if it’s not my inheritance you seek, then you desire to have me in your bed.”

He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t need to. The darkening of his eye, the tautness of his body, and the slight quickening of his breath tell you that you are right.

Before he can respond or you can ask another question, the sound of voices and people approaching force you to step back from each other, both of you trying quickly to present an appearance of propriety and formality. After exchanging polite greetings, you take advantage of the interruption to begin making your way back.

With only a few long strides, he catches up with you, falling into step beside you. “I did not give you permission to leave, and our conversation is far from over," he reminds you.

Now back among people, you coyly tell him, “I think we disappeared from view long enough. You wouldn’t want to damage my reputation, now would you?”

Just before you reach the entrance, Aemond leans towards you slightly and says, “Dismiss your maid early; we will continue this conversation tonight in the more private setting of your chambers.” He turns on his heel, leaving you to watch him stride away from you, his long hair swaying with his movement.

You spend a quiet afternoon in your chambers, even choosing to have your supper alone. After eating, you have your maid help you prepare for bed, pleading tiredness. Once dressed in your nightgown, with your hair brushed, you dismiss her for the night, telling her you intend to retire early. You do not like the idea of receiving him in your night clothes, feeling it puts you at a disadvantage.

Deciding to sit quietly near the open window, enjoying the cooling breeze, you try to gather your thoughts, feeling like this is the calm before the storm. You realize you are playing a dangerous game with him, challenging him the way you are, but meek submission is not in your nature. Prince Aemond is a difficult man to read, and your interactions with him have been limited, though intense. A few qualities of his are beginning to stand out to you.

Eventually, you hear movement in a shadowy corner of the room, followed by the sound of footsteps coming towards you. Even if you weren’t expecting him, you would know it was him, as if some bond were forming between you, allowing you to sense his presence. Rising from your chair, you face him, noticing he is still fully dressed, wearing leather, all in black, though you notice no weapons on him as you walk to a nearby table.

“Your grace,” you say with a smile as you pour a cup of wine. “Would you care for a drink?” I offered the cup to him. You keep your eyes locked on his as he comes closer, taking the cup from your hand, your fingertips touching in the process. You watch that increasingly familiar smirk form on his lips, his eye never leaving your face as he begins to drink, not stopping until he has emptied the cup.

Unable to hide the soft chuckle that escapes you, you pour a cup for yourself, taking a sip before saying, “Your bravery is impressive, your grace.”

“I do not believe you are foolish enough to murder me in your chambers. Another death by poison would be quite difficult for you to explain,” he replies, setting the empty cup on the table.

Giving him a wry smile, you nod your head in agreement while setting down your own cup. “Yes, you’re right. I found myself unable to find a plausible explanation."

Aemond arches his brow. “So you did consider murdering me tonight?”

“I admit the thought did cross my mind, but we will simply have to settle our differences another way.”

“You will be my wife; the matter is settled,” he responds. “Unless you wish to be executed for murder?"

You shake your head at his words. “So you are determined we will marry whether I wish it or not?” you demand.

“Why do you continue to vex me? I am a prince of the realm, and you refuse me. I could have your head, and you reject me,” indignation in his voice.

You notice that his gaze on you has not wavered, unnerving you and reminding you that you only wear your nightgown. “Must you stare at me as if you are some predator stalking his prey?”

“Forgive me, but you are such a beautiful sight that I cannot resist.” Pausing momentarily before he continues. “I hope after tonight we can put an end to your resistance to me, and you will accept that we will be married."

“You barely acknowledged my existence before coming to me and threatening to expose my crime unless I marry you,” you retort.

He moved closer to you, and his eye darkened with his ire. ”A very generous offer for a little kinslayer like you.”

“Exactly, so why would you want me for a wife?” Your eyes narrow as you continue, “You also kissed me, so you cannot hide that you desire me. Wanting me in your bed in exchange for your silence, I could understand that, but not joining us for life.”

You let out a surprised cry when Aemond roughly grabs your arms, pushing your back against the wall. His face is mere inches from yours; you hear the hiss of his breath and feel its heat on your skin. “Your body for my silence—is that a bargain you would make? You spurn my offer of marriage, but you would let me fuck you like a whore in order to keep your secret, hmm?”

Your eyes are wide with trepidation at his sudden shift in demeanor. When you open your mouth to speak, he quickly moves his fingers over your lips. “No, I will speak, and you will listen,” he hisses in your ear. You are unnerved enough that you stay quiet.

He brushes his lips against your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair. “You have tormented me since the day you arrived. You are my first thought when I awake and my last thought before I sleep,” whispering against your skin between wet kisses on your neck. “You distract me during my training and my studies. You invade my dreams, but you are the answer to my prayers.”

Your temper overriding your fear, you hiss back at him, "You speak like a madman.”

His hand slides down over your throat, resting at its base with his long fingers wrapped around your neck, holding you in place. “You drive me mad, mad enough that I would have you for my wife despite your murderous ways. I am mad enough that I have already fucked you many times in my mind.” He places his open palm over your breast, squeezing, before teasing your nipple through the thin fabric into a hardened peak with his thumb.

You can’t hold back the gasp that escapes your lips. Pinned between the wall and his body, you have nowhere to go and no chance of pushing him away. Arching your back to resist only pushes your breast into his palm. Your mind struggles, conflicted with your anger at being overpowered versus the new sensations his lips and hands evoke, Despite the warmth of his body against yours, you shiver when his hand slides over the curve of your hip, pulling up the hem of your gown so he can slip his fingers past your underclothes into the wetness of your cunt.

Aemond smirks when your eyes go wide as his finger plays with the bundle of nerves between your legs. “I can tell that no man has ever touched you this way. If another had, I would kill him. If another ever should, I will kill him. Only me; it will always be only me.” Resting his forehead against yours, he pulls down the neckline of your gown enough to move his hand inside to cup your bare breast, rolling the peak between his thumb and forefinger.

Your legs instinctively part slightly, giving him more access to your most intimate parts, while your hand grabs hold of the belt around his waist to steady yourself and keep him near you. Little whimpers from in your throat as your body betrays you, responding to his touch that sets your skin afire.

Feeling that you are coming close to your peak, he asks, “Your body for my silence; will you agree to that arrangement? Tell me now, yes or no.” As he waits for your answer, he withdraws his finger from your stimulated bud.

You sob over the loss of the exquisite pleasure that was about to overtake you. “Please,” you are unable to keep from whining, though for him to continue or stop, you are not sure. A firm pinch to your pebbled nipple finally prompts a whining “yes” from your lips, desperate for him to continue.

Hearing you acquiesce and seeing the pleading in your eyes, he claims your lips with a forceful kiss. This time you surrender, letting him have his way and slipping his tongue in to dance with yours. Your arms go around his slim frame, and your fingers tangle in his long hair.

You’ve shared a few gentle kisses of affection before, but this is nothing like that. Aemond’s kisses are about possession and his need for your submission; you do not resist because of the intoxicating desires he is awakening within you.

Pulling back, he lets his eye roam over your face, committing to memory the flush of your skin and the turmoil in your eyes. The irresistible feeling of power that comes over him only inflames his lust more, thrilling him that he can do this to you. It is the sight of your kiss swollen lips that dictates his desire now.

Swallowing hard, he commands you, “On your knees."

Confused, “What…?”

“I want that pretty mouth on my cock,” his voice breathy, his hands on your shoulders and firmly pushing downward. “Hmm, will you break our arrangement so soon?” He asks when you initially resist.

Shaking from the whirlwind of emotions coursing through your mind, you kneel in front of him, keeping your eyes downcast. You are hesitant and fearful because you have never done anything like this before. You are angry at him for making you do this, though you can’t help the quivering feeling going through your body, combined with the unsatisfied ache between your legs.

The sight of your subservience sends a dark thrill through him. He loosens his breeches, sighing when his engorged cock springs free. Running his fingers through your hair, he grasps a handful at the back of your head, wanting you to see him stroke himself. “Look at what you do to me."

Feeling a tug of your hair, you raise your eyes and watch him pump his hard length, red at the tip, and leaking fluid. You have never seen a man’s cock before, only drawings in a naughty book one of your maids secretly gave you. Your eyes go wide, shocked at his size. When he moves the tip of his cock to your lips, you don't need to be told to open your mouth.

He slides his length partway into your mouth, savoring the hot wetness surrounding him. When he feels you tense, he pauses, instructing you to breathe through your nose, allowing you to adjust to him filling your mouth. “Use your tongue like that," he murmurs. “You feel so good.” He slowly begins to work his hips, controlling the movement while he holds your head in place.

There is a saltiness to his taste, a muskiness to him, that is unusual to you. His member feels heavy on your tongue as he pushes more of himself into your mouth and to the back of your throat, wanting you to take all of him, though you cannot. As your jaw begins to ache and you struggle with his length, you can’t help but moan, the vibration only increasing his pleasure. He continues to mutter praises about how good you are and how well you are taking him. Each adoration sends a flush of wonderment through you, that you can have this effect on him. He’s built a steady rhythm of pushing in and out of your mouth, your lips feeling every blood-filled vein along his shaft. Your body tingles, and wetness still leaks from you, soaking your garments between your legs.

The sight of you obediently taking his cock in your hot, wet mouth stokes his pride and his craving for dominance. He can’t resist taunting you, “What a good little wife you are going to make.” When you immediately glance up at his face, he can see the tears glistening in your eyes, but he also sees the flash of defiance that you cannot hide. Your continued resistance rankles him, causing him to grip your hair more tightly. “Look at you on your knees, my cock fucking your mouth, and you would still resist me. Ao issi ñuhon” he sneers.

His ire, combined with his sense of power over you, spurs him to increase his pace, with his thrusts getting sloppier and hitting the back of your throat. Soon the increased friction has him tilting his head back, letting out a guttural moan, while he gives one final thrust, holding himself in place as his seed spurts in your mouth.

Aemond waits for his breathing to be steady before pulling his softening cock from your mouth. "Swallow," he orders, still tugging slightly on your hair.

Glaring up at him, you hesitate, wanting to defy him by spitting out his seed, but a painful tug of your hair forces you to submit, swallowing and tasting the salty bitterness. He stuffs his cock back in his breeches, refastening them before offering his hands to help you to your feet, seeing you wince slightly from kneeling on the hard floor. You try to turn away from him, but he wraps his arm around you, pulling you back against him.

“This is a lesson. I have lain awake at night, desiring and yearning for you, with only my hand for relief. That unfulfilled ache in your cunt right now, that is what I have been feeling,” whispering harshly in your ear. “You can try to give yourself relief with your pretty little fingers, but it won’t be enough."

Releasing you, he turns, leaving your chambers as quietly as he entered.

You walk on wobbly legs to retrieve your wine, drinking it quickly while trying to steady your nerves. Leaning against the table for support, you notice your hand shaking as you hold the cup. You can feel the disheveled state of your hair; your gown is still pulled off one shoulder; and the streaks from tears on your face.

You can also feel the soaking wetness between your thighs and the unsatisfied lustful cravings of your body. With an incensed scream and cursing the day Aemond Targaryen was born, you hurl the cup at the floor, watching the glass shatter.

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jeromeswife · 1 year

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yandere namor x f!reader | super psycho love - part 3

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Word count: 983

Summary: Namor does not want you to leave.

Warnings: depressing topics, stockholm syndrome, reader is very empathetic but naive, if you do not like fanfictions like these, do not read them

Translations:

in reina - my queen

Damn, if you didn't want me back Why'd you have to act like that? It's confusing to the core 'Cause I know you want it

The herb Namor fed (Y/N) made her pass out. But he couldn’t lie about how much he enjoyed seeing her all vulnerable. Even when she had been asleep earlier, he was hesitant; should he watch her sleep? Should he dress her in royal attire? After all, she was going to be his queen due to the changes. Namor fully intended on entirely making her unable to breathe out of water.

But she was special. And he knew in his heart that he was right. But the fact that (Y/N) was still potentially able to escape to the surface world made his veins pop out of his skin from frustration. Namor’s plan had not gone as he thought it would.

Namor’s hand slightly skimmed across her cheeks, feeling the soft (S/C) color beneath it. He especially loved feeling even more of the slight bumps along it. He wasn’t too fond of the idea of perfect skin like surface dwellers went on about. People aren’t meant to be perfect, which is why he hated the modern dwellers.

When Namor was bored from his royal duties, he would sometimes pop out from the surface and watched the people who spent time on the beach. Namor would frown when they started saying terrible things about themselves. No one in Talokan did it. He would never encourage that behavior anyways.

(Y/N)’s eyes slowly opened after a while and her eyes were too tired to care about what was going on. Namor was still letting his fingers dance across her skin and watching her every move. She just didn’t understand why someone as royal as him would care for her.

“In reina, it is good to see you awaken after your transformation.”

Her breath hitched in her throat as her hands felt all over her skin, feeling slight opens that were mini gills, yet still able to breathe in the air. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how piercing his eyes were. The way Namor’s eyes looked into her soul was like he understood cogs turning inside her head. It was magical.

His hand inched towards hers and held it. It was one of warmth but possessiveness. He was glad to have her here with him. That way no one could harm a single hair on (Y/N)’s head.

Her hand slightly pulled away from his hold. She was scared of Namor. And why wouldn’t she? He kidnapped her, essentially changed her whole body against her will, and won’t let her leave. Essentially changing her life as she knew it!

“I wish to go back home.”

Namor grunted and his other hand clenched into a fist out of anger. A spit of fire lit inside him when (Y/N) wouldn’t do what he wanted. A part of him liked how headstrong she was, but he just wanted her to submit her all to him. And he was gonna get her to do it no matter what.

“You cannot leave. Please, see my kingdom before coming to such a conclusion.”

“This isn’t where I’m supposed to be! God, can you listen to me!? Or are you so arrogant that you believe I want what you want!”

Namor went silent before getting up, grabbing a bracelet that was built of gold and jade. He presented it to her, seeming to bargain his muse. Anything for (Y/N). Anything. He gently grasped her arm and tied the bracelet around her wrist, loose enough to not cause redness in her skin.

“It was my mother's. She gave it to me before she passed. There was no one I loved as much as I loved her.”

(Y/N)’s heart tugged. Oh no. It was working on her.

“Your.. mother?” she asked, gazing at the jewelry adorning her wrist that complimented her (S/C) skin.

Namor nodded and let his finger stroke over the smooth jade, “She died of heartbreak. She missed her life on land. Just couldn’t bare to live here underwater anymore.”

(Y/N) noticed the way his brown eyes seemed to cloud with the memories of his past of long ago. She wished she could look inside him to see what he had seen; to understand him. She knew that this wasn’t an appropriate response to someone who had stripped her of the life she once knew, but she’d always been empathetic. She understood that Namor must have been alone for a while. He just wanted company. Peace. Love.

(Y/N) didn’t know what to do in response to such news. But she reacted as how she’d want if she told such a sad secret to someone.

Namor was surprised when he felt (Y/N)’s arms wrap around his waist. His cheeks grew warm and his mind raced. He fell in love with how warm and comforting she was pressed up against his bare chest, the way their skin exchanged heat. He never wanted this moment to end nor did he ever realize how much he wanted to experience this. Namor never received a hug except if it was one from his mother. For the first time in 500 years, he had felt an act of love and intimacy.

“I’m sorry, Namor. I will cherish this as long as I am... With you.”

It was a surprise to her that she’d even say that. Well, you can always expect the unexpected when you’re taken away by a king from under the sea, right?

(Y/N) broke the hug and stood up, extending her arm out to Namor, “Please, take me to see your city. I would love to see it.”

Namor’s hand hesitated before wrapping around hers, pulling her close, “Of course, in yakunaj.”

Then they disappeared into the abyss of the water that was on the edge of the cave. He never let go of (Y/N) on the trip down to Talokan.

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pandorxxx · 1 year

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I’ve got your back

Lo’ak (19) x Omatikayan fem reader (18)

Warnings: Just fluff, light cursing

You dismount your ikran, as tears flow down your face. You had never seen so many casualties in a battle before. As a great warrior, you would think that you would get used to this, but nothing could ever properly prepare you for the wrath of war. The pain you felt in your heart was unbearable. You walk slowly to the tent you shared with your mate. Once you reached the tent, you tried your best to collect yourself before walking in. You didn't want your mate to see you so broken down, and tired.

You wipe your tears harshly. You walk into the tent with your head down as you feel more tears well in your eyes. Your cheeks became hot, and your heart started to pound.

“Wassup, babe?” he says as he focuses on taking his necklace off, not even looking at the mess you've become.

“Guess what? I only got yelled at by my father 3 times today, that's a new rec-” he laughs as he shifts his attention to you. He notices your head hanging to the floor. He knew something was off with you, and then he remembered the war party you were a part of today. He slowly walks over to you. When he reaches you, he towers over your small frame as he gently grabs your arm.

“y/n? Are you ok? Are you hurt? Who tf hurt you!!??! I’ll fucking kill them right now i swear to eyw-” you immediately cut him off.

“I'm fine Lo’ak, I just want to rest. I'm very tired.” you say in a monotone voice as you walk to your shared cot. He watches you with worry in his eyes as you slowly walk to the cot. You plop down on it with a loud sigh. You go to take your war gear off when you notice that your mate is still in the same spot you left him, staring at you.

“What, Lo’ak?” you say as nice as possible, but he was starting to irritate you. You didn't want to be mean to your mate for simply being worried about you, but you didn't want to tell him what was wrong either. You didn't want to re-live the pain. You were trying to forget, but you had a feeling that he wouldnt rest until he knew what was wrong with you.

“You didn't even laugh at my joke, and you ALWAYS laugh at my jokes. Something is wrong, I can feel it. What happened today?” he shouts as he starts to get agitated. He hates when you keep stuff from him. It makes him feel as though you aren't comfortable around him.He wanted you to be able to tell him anything, good or bad.

“Lo’ak,please baby I just want to rest. I can't do this right now. Nothing happened I promise.” You reassure him as you lay back on the cot, and turn to face the woven wall of your tent.

“Fine, you don't want to tell me? That's fine. I will always be here for you though. When you wanna talk, day or night. I will be here” he says as he kneels in front of your body that is not even facing him. He slides onto the cot as he lays down, his back facing yours.

You both had been sleeping for a while now, still back to back. Lo’ak was awakened by low whimpers. He wiped his eyes slowly as he yawned. He turned to face you as you were still facing the wall. He noticed that you were shaking uncontrollably. You usually get cold at night,and the way he comforts you is by wrapping you into his arms. However, tonight you're uncontrollable shakes were followed by low cries and whimpers. He sighs as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer into his warm embrace. This made your cries louder because you had to deal with the fact that the act was up, and you had to be truthful with your mate now.

“What is the matter, my love? You can talk to me.” he says softly as he rubs your thigh.

“Th -the war today lo’ak. I have never seen so many casualties before in my life. It made me sad. Families are waiting for their loved one, who will never return. It hurts my heart so bad.” you say in between shaky breaths, and whimpers.

He shuts his eyes tightly, as he hugs you tighter. He hates that you constantly have to put yourself in danger. He knew you were a strong girl, a strong warrior, but you were sensitive,and he liked that about you.He liked that you loved so hard.

He sighs loudly. “I'm so sorry that you had to see that today, my love.This is what im here for. For you to vent to me. I wish I could shield you from this war that we are in. I Don't know what I would do if something happened to you, y/n. ” He whispers sincerely in your ear. Silence covers the room briefly.

“Umm, Lo’ak?” you say hesitantly, waiting for a response.

“Yes, my love?” he asks as he grabs your hand.

“I am so sorry for being mean to you earlier. I just didn't want to bother you with my problems. I'm a warrior that is scared of war. That is a crazy thing to confess to your mate.” you chuckle a little bit.

“Bother? You could never bother me. I love you, and I know you don't mean any harm. I want you to be able to tell me anything, good or bad. I know you don't like to express your feelings too much, and that's fine, but I will always be here for you.” he confesses as he kisses the back of your neck, making you drift off into sleep.

“I love you, Lo’ak” you say as you fall asleep.

“I love you too, my mighty warrior.” he yawns as he falls back asleep.

I enjoyed writing this story so much. Please keep sending me suggestions. Im happy to write whatever you guys want. See you guys soon!!!!

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isa-beenme · 9 months

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Hello for the ACOTAR bingo, could you do Nightmare with Rhys? I need some comforting fluff right now 😅😅

I wasn't sure who exactly was supposed to be nightmaring

So I chose the most obvious choice: Rhysie boo

It's honestly so sad that SJM robbed us from more scenes of Rhys' trauma healing, like? Girl, he was SAd for 50 YEARS the bare minimum is to give this man a proper therapy cmon

Anyway, there's not much description of his nightmare so I don't think a trigger warning is necessary, but let me know!!

Also, such good song this one, huh?

The Loneliest

You awaken in your room, feeling an unsettling aura in the air, the room seems smaller and the wind seems thicker, you almost can't breathe. A chill runs down your spine, and a wave of unease washes over you. Instinctively, you know something is wrong with Rhysand. His powers, usually well-contained, seem to be slipping through the cracks of your door, and a thick mist shrouds your surroundings, circling you as if they asked for help.

Without hesitation, you follow your heart and trust the feeling you have in your heart. You get up from bed and try to find your way through the deep shadows that filled the corridor. You make it through the foggy path, your determination pushing you forward, guided by an unspoken understanding between you and Rhysand's power. The mist parts as you walk, as if recognizing who you are and your genuine care and affection for him.

Reaching his room, you find Rhysand thrashing on the bed, and instantly you know he is caught up in the grip of the terrible memories of his abuse Under the Mountain with Amarantha. He's been suffering from the terrible nightmares since he came back from that hell, your paths always crossing when you suddenly wake up during the early hours and he was awake trying to find something to sleep in the kitchen. You would do some tea and he would tell you a bit of his dream.

You never found him while he was still deep in sleep, and the sight before is nothing but terrifying. You know what your High Lord had suffered, and tried to be there for him, even if sometimes, the heart that learned to love him more than what you had planned throbbed inside of your chest in pain as he talked to you.

You gather your courage and gently shake him awake, calling his name softly until his violet eyes meet yours, filled with fear and pain.

-Rhys, it's me. You're safe now. I'm here - You whisper, trying to ground him in the present moment - You're not there anymore. You're with me.

As he slowly comes to, his powers continue to flicker around the room, but you remain steadfast, feeling the trust his power places in you. You sit by his side, soothingly running your fingers through his hair, feeling the silkiness between your fingertips. Your touch seems to calm him, and he clings to you as if you're his lifeline.

-It's okay, my love - You murmur, your voice filled with tenderness on the nickname you never had courage to use, but that seemed to soothe him even more - I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. I said I won't let you face this alone.

Your words are a balm to his tortured soul, and he clings to you tighter, seeking solace in your embrace. He silently makes space for you in the bed, signaling for you to lay down with him. You get on his side and reach to touch his face, holding them with your life as you look deep into those eyes that you used to love so much, but that were filled with sadness and despair now.

-What happened? Do you want to talk? - He looks like he is about to cry, his throat wavering with emotion - You can cry, Rhys. I'll hold you every time you do it.

As if you spin a key in his brain, his eyes filled with tears and he started to blow them out. His chest was hurting from the amount of time he denied himself the right to cry for himself, to mourn the person he was and lost Under the Mountain.

-What happened, Rhys? - His sobs slowed down to quiet breathing, but his face didn't leave your neck.

-I… I dreamed that it was you - It was all he said before the tears started to pour again. Your heart breaks a little bit more with each sob.

-What do you mean it was me? - You try to soothe him while playing with his hair, the dark onyx locks smelled so good that you couldn't help but take a deep breath, the scent being imprinted on your soul.

-Sometimes I dream that it's one of you instead of me in her claws, and she makes me watch as she tortures you - Your eyes close in pain, you can't even imagine how hard it was for him during all this time protect his family and wake up every day trying to imagine if she found out your secret - But tonight it was only you, and I… I couldn't watch it. I screamed and punched and tried everything I could, but she never stopped. I wanted to die looking at you like that. I was losing a part of me that would never be mine again as you died in her arms.

-I'm here, Rhys. You are here. We are together and I'll never leave your side again, do you hear me? - You pull his head out of your neck and hold him in place, caressing his cheeks as you kiss his forehead, forcing your tears to not leave your eyes - You are the most amazing person I ever met and you did everything you could to protect everyone in your Court, especially your family. And we are here, we are safe. You did it, Rhys. You saved us.

You continue to shower him with affection, kissing his forehead, his cheeks, and his neck, leaving a trail of adoration in your way. Your words flow freely, a confession of love that spills from your heart without hesitation, your necessity of making him feel better makes you not process the words that you were saying.

-You are the bravest person I know, Rhysand. Your strength, your resilience, it leaves me in awe. You have faced unimaginable things and still managed to find light in the world, to find strength for your Court and keep working with and for us everyday. Your kindness, your compassion, your fierce loyalty to those you love. It's what draws me to you, what makes me love you so deeply.

With every word, you see a hint of ease in his eyes, a reminder that he is not alone, that you are there for him, heart and soul. Time seems to blur as you continue to pour your heart out, naming every little thing about him that captivates you - the way his eyes light up when he smiles, the sound of his laughter that brings joy to your heart, the way he stands tall and proud, a protector of his people and his land.

-You are the most beautiful soul I've ever encountered, Rhysand. You deserve all the love and happiness in the world, and I promise to stand by your side, to cherish you and hold you close, no matter what challenges come our way from now on.

As you speak, you notice the mist around you beginning to dissipate, a sign that Rhysand's powers are regaining control. The storm in his mind starts to settle, and he clings to you with newfound strength.

-I love you so much - He finally whispers, his voice raw with emotion. Your smile is sad, the meaning of his phrase is not the one you wish him to say, or at least that's what you tell yourself, not wanting to give yourself any kind of hope or have weird thoughts during such a delicate time.

-I love you too, with all that I am - You reply, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose - And I will never stop loving you.

The next morning, as the first rays of dawn gently filter through the window, you find yourself waking up in Rhysand's warm embrace. His arms are wrapped securely around you, as if he never wants to let go. You don't even remember the moment you drifted to sleep, and once you realize what happened you try to slip out of bed, but he stirs awake, his eyes finding yours with a soft smile.

-Where do you think you're going? - He playfully asks, his voice laced with affection - You're not getting away from me that easily. You said you were going to be with me every time, and I'll take advantage of it.

He tightens his hold, pulling you back into the cozy cocoon of blankets, and you find yourself giggling at his antics. You settle back into his embrace, relishing the feeling of being so close to him, even if just for a moment, just for one day until he feels better.

-I love waking up next to you - He confesses, brushing a gentle kiss against your forehead - I might want this everyday, do you think you can move your things to my room until sleep time or do we need to ask the House? - As if listening to the High Lord, three boxes filled with decorations that adorned your room appear on the floor, making you turn to Rhysand with a shocked face.

-Seriously? - You raise up an eyebrow and he just shrugged, a smile threatening to grow on his lips.

-I want you to know that I appreciate everything you've done for me. You are helping me heal from everything that happened Under the Mountain in a way I never thought possible, in ways you can't even imagine. With you, I feel safe and understood. You see me for who I truly am, and you accept all parts of me, even the broken ones. Maybe you can even fix me - His words warm your heart, and you can't help but feel overwhelmed and hopeful by the depth of his feelings. It's evident that your love and support mean the world to him.

-You don't need to be fixed, Rhys - You assure him gently - You are already whole, and I love every single part of you, scars and all - He smiles gratefully, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back.

-I can't promise that I won't have difficult moments, but I promise to always share them with you - He says suddenly, making you frown a little - You've shown me what it means to truly love and be loved, and I want to share my life with you, every moment, every joy, and every sorrow.

-Are you saying…? - You lose track of thought as his eyes warm up with love to you.

-I meant what I said last night. I love you. And losing you, even if just in dreams, was one of the worst experiences I ever went through - He gets closer to you, his nose almost touching yours - It made me realize that all those years I spent warming up to you was a waste of time. Time I should've spent with you - Your heart swells with love for him, knowing the strength it takes to open up and be vulnerable. You cup his face in your hands, gazing into his eyes with unwavering affection.

-I will wait for you, Rhys. For as long as it takes. Your love is worth every moment of patience. I'll be here to support you, to lift you up when you need it, and to stand by your side for whatever happens. I also meant every word. You are part of my every being and you are already tied to my soul - He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss, conveying all the emotions he struggles to put into words. As he kisses you a feeling in your chest tightens up, the mating bond making itself recognized between you.

He separates himself from you only to check if you feel the same, the shock in your face is enough for him to laugh and hug you, before kissing you again and sharing his tears of happiness, the feeling shaking the bond that tied you together.

In the days that follow, your bond with Rhysand grows deeper. You spend time together, from you helping him even more during his work time to cooking with him on nights where the Inner Circle didn't appear in your home, but also creating quiet moments of intimacy where you simply cherish each other's presence from sitting in the balcony to watch Velaris during sleepless nights to reading a book while he played with your hair - or the other way around.

Healing is a journey, and you walk alongside him, hand in hand. With each passing day, Rhysand opens up a little more, revealing his fears and hopes, and you listen with unwavering support. You both find comfort in knowing that you have each other to lean on.

As every night falls, you continue to share a bed, finding solace in the closeness and vulnerability it allows. Together, you create a safe haven where you can both be your true selves, no masks or pretenses needed. In those quiet moments before sleep, as you curl up in each other's arms, you feel the weight of his love, and you know you are exactly where you belong. You have found your home in each other, and the bond you share only grows stronger with time. And so, you wait for him with a heart full of love and patience, knowing that he is worth every moment of the journey.

#spotify #acotar #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #rhys acotar #rhysand

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ellatoone7 · 1 year

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How’d you sleep (Alessia Russo x Reader)

Warm lips ghosted over your neck, littering marks down the column of your throat as you groan carding your fingers through blonde hair. Her hands were everywhere as they ran up and down your body, you were in pure bliss, eyes shut, head thrown back as lips found yours one again.

“Oh God…” It's a simple praise passing from your lips when Alessia finally lets you breathe, she looks down at you with a breathtaking smile. “We should have done this sooner.” A laugh rumbles through your chest at your best friend's confession. You have dreamed of this for so long, you couldn’t really believe this was happening.

It wasn’t really happening was it though, your eyes opened to be met with your white ceiling. All bliss was snatched from you as you were rudely awakened by none other than Ella Toone whipping the blankets off you.

“Rise and shine, mate! We are very late so get your lazy ass up.” Her cheery voice rang through your tired ears as she bounced over to open your curtains. “Why did I move in with you!” Ella scoffs before lunging for you, this was a routine for you and Ella. You wrestled her off you before throwing her off the side of the bed.

A low groan came from her as she laid on the floor, “Don’t be so dramatic.” You teased before gently stepping on her still body, she grunted before propping herself up on her elbows, “You’re being very mean today,” she gasped with realisation, “...Oh my God! You were having another dream about Less, weren’t you.”

You freeze before slowly turning around throwing your best friend a glare, she returns it with a cheeky smile, “You’d be cute together.” You throw your pyjama top at her while she giggles at your growing blush.

Just as you were about to restart the wrestling match the woman of the hour burst through the door. “Oi! We’re late, stop fooling around and get into the car!” Both you and Ella burst out laughing, Alessia rolls her eyes before crossing her arms.

Eventually Alessia cracks a smile which just makes you and Ella laugh more until the three of you are holding your stomachs. “Okay, seriously let’s go!” you nod your head before sighing, “Just give me two seconds to change.” Ella nods before jumping up and giving you one more teasing poke, “Hurry up slowpoke, we’ll be waiting in the car.” She spoke while gesturing to Alessia as she opened the door, to your surprise Alessia just threw herself on your bed.

“Go ahead, Tooney. I’ll make sure this one doesn’t go back to sleep.” Alessia waves her best friend off while Tooney shoots you a discreet look, “That was one time! Let it go!” Alessia shakes her head with amusement while Ella leaves with a chuckle.

You quickly throw on your jersey and try to rid your thoughts of the girl currently occupying your bed. “Had a good sleep?” Alessia starts making you momentarily panic, “It was fine, why?” Alessia snorts, “Jesus, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed!” You sigh before sitting next to her, “Sorry, I had a weird dream.” Alessia smiled before wrapping an arm around you, “Tell me about it?” You shake your head immediately, “Absolutely not!”

“Oh, come on. Why not?”

“Because!”

“Was it a sex dream?” You blushed hard, “Oh my god! It was!” You swatted her arm away.

“Is it someone I know?” You go to deny it but you know your blush betrays you as you stay silent!” You watch as Alessia’s eyes widen in realisation, you prepare yourself for the reaction but instead she surprised you, “You’ve had a sex dream about Ella!” Your head snapped up so fast Alessia was scared you got whiplash.

You don’t think you’ve ever been this speechless in your whole entire life. This leads Alessia to believe that you did in fact have a dream about Ella as she rants on about how wild this was. Suddenly a genius idea struck you as you tried to gauge the reaction of how Alessia would feel about this topic.

“Yeah, okay, so what if I dreamt about kissing her? Don’t we all do that to our best friends? Alessia gave you an incredulous look, “...no.” It was like cold water was poured over you as you try to soothe your currently breaking heart. You start getting a little defensive, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no it’s not normal to have a sex dream about your best friend, in what world would that be normal?”

“It wasn’t a sex dream…” Alessia didn’t even let you finish, “Plus Ella has a boyfriend so, nothings ever going to happen.” It was a slap to the face as her tone got more cold, “I never said I wanted anything to happen.”

“You had a sex dream about her!” Alessia’s voice raised as she stood up from her place on the bed.

“For the last time, it wasn’t a sex dream, Less! You were just…” You trailed off as you slapped a hand over your mouth, Alessia froze as she stared at you, this was it, Alessia was never going to talk to you again.

You couldn’t even look at her as you sat there waiting for the incoming rejection, “So…it wasn’t Ella?” You slowly shake your head still not looking at her, “You’ve never had a dream about Ella?” Alessia asks once more, making you glance at her in confusion.

“No.” Alessia lets out a breath of relief as she closes in on you, she lifts your chin gently before whispering against your lips, “Thank god.”

#alessia russo #alessia russo imagine #alessia russo imagines #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #muwfc x reader #woso #engwnt x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines

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simpforchuchu · 10 months

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Regrets | Yosuke Todoroki x reader

Summary: The Todoroki faction was having a normal and sweet day. But Todoroki's past was determined to chase him.

a/n: Thanks to @tiddly-winx for this amazin idea 🥰 It will be a heartbreaking story and maybe more angst but hope you like it. There will be a second part ofc 🥰

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

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: Usual hnl fights, blood, knifes, injuries and wounds…

Part 2

There are some moments in life. The one you never expected to come, that you couldn't react to and that you couldn't erase from your memory.

Your days, years and past pass before your eyes like a film strip. In those few seconds, you try to understand what caused this moment. When you realize how your past is chasing you, you realize that it is too late for everything.

There are some moments in life. Moments that you can never take back and never fix.

When Todoroki left the house that morning, he would never have guessed that he would experience one of these moments. He couldn't.

As the blood of the girl he loved dyed his white shirt red and she was writhing in pain in his arms, Todoroki had never wanted to return to the past so much in his life.

But some things only happen in movies.

1 hour ago

After paying the bill at the cash register, Todoroki looked at the table where they were eating and saw that Tsuji and Shiba were trying to wake y/n.

Y/n was weird. That's what Todoroki thought from the first day he saw her. She was quite strong and intelligent, but she could be annoying at times. One of those moments was when she fell asleep and make them carry herself after eating.

Realizing that he was smiling unintentionally , he wiped the smile off his face and walked over to the table.

“O! Y/n ! Wake up. We're really going to leave you behind one day."

Tsuji was slowly shaking y/n to wake her up. Todoroki stood in front of the table shaking his head, and Shibaman grinned.

"This time it's your turn to carry her"

Tsuji sighed in disappointment and insisted on Shiba for a while. While the two were arguing, Todoroki watched the sleeping girl for a while.

How could she be so annoying and so cute at the same time? And how could someone like her steal his heart?

“Stop arguing now. I can carry her this time. Just help me get her on my back slowly"

Tsuji and Shiba looked at Todoroki for a while, then at each other in surprise. But they quickly agreed, before he giving up on volunteering for this.

Tsuji gently helped Todoroki take her on his back. Y/n sleepily wrapped her arms around the tall boy's neck and snuggled into him.

Todoroki unintentionally smiled once again. Hugging his neck, the young girl made him taste emotions he had never felt before. And he couldn't stop his heart from racing.

Tsuji and Shibaman were a little confused. They were with him for a long time. But sometimes he really acted differently.

Todoroki never showed his feelings. Even he himself was not aware of those feelings for a long time. But he was smart enough to understand what it was.

Todoroki was walking calmly while Tsuji and Shiba were arguing about an ridiculous matter.

"Not heavy. But she is annoying. I know she did it on purpose.”

When Shibaman complained, Todoroki grinned and shook his head.

"She's definitely doing it on purpose."

The three of them continued on their way with a smile. As much as Y/n pissed them off, they all knew she was a great friend. And what a difficult life she have lived. Therefore, they could tolerate her childish demeanor.

The peaceful walk ended a few minutes later when a large group of 15-20 people blocked their way. They all looked in surprise at the people who had crossed their path. Tsuji and Shiba didn't know who they were, but Todoroki knew one of them - their leader - very well.

He was a simple enemy from the past. He knew he wanted revenge. But he had not anticipated that the revenge would be so severe.

Y/n had awakened from her -fake- sleep as they stopped. She opened her eyes, looked around, and landed.

“It's been a long time, Todoroki! Do you remember me ?"

Todoroki looked at the person in front of him mockingly. He was one of his first hunts, but he remembered.

"What do you want? Aren't that many people too few for me?"

The others watched calmly. And they were sending bad looks to the crowd in front of them.

Todoroki's arrogant attitude angered the leader even more. The two of them argued for a while. But the fight started very suddenly.

They didn't know how much time had passed. But none of them knew that this simple fight would end horribly.

The fight seemed to have been won. The leader was on the ground and Todoroki was standing staring at him. Y/n glanced around. It was then that she saw the person who would ruin this whole day.

Someone was walking towards Todoroki with a small knife in his hand. He wasn't very close to him yet, so she moved towards him, thinking she could stop him. But the person with the knife unfortunately noticed her.

Y/n couldn't remember ever feeling so much pain in her life. Time had not stood still around her, but for her it was as if time had stopped. The blade that pierced her stomach gave her a sharp pain. Her body was in shock. She had no reaction. The boy who stabbed her was looking at the young girl with fear, as he did this with a sudden reflex. He drew the knife and ran away from there.

Y/n just stood there. Blood was dripping from her stomach. Shibaman was the first to notice her. He didn't realize what was happening at first when he noticed that Y/n was standing still.

“Y/n! Are you ok ?"

The young girl gently grabbed her stomach and squeezed her eyes in pain with the wound she had pressed. She felt her eyes darken as she pulled her hand away from her wound and looked at her bloody hand.

Todoroki was looking at y/n as Shiba shouted. His eyes widened in horror when he saw her hand. He couldn't think of anything at that moment. He rushed to y/n without thinking.

The young girl could not stand any longer. As her eyes slowly closed, her legs could no longer carry her. Before she fell to the ground, Todoroki grabbed her and laid her on his knee.

Tsuji and Shiba looked at the two of them in horror. Everyone in the fight froze.

“Y/n? Y/n!”

For the first time, Todoroki couldn't think rationally. He just stared at her unconscious face. For the first time, he couldn't stay calm.

He pulled the hair that had fallen from her face. He wanted to wake her. Then his eyes fell on the wound on her stomach. A dark color formed on her light-colored T-shirt. Her hand was painted red.

Todoroki didn't know what to do. If he had someone else in his arms, he would try to stop the bleeding. But he couldn't think right now.

As the crowd dispersed, Tsuji and Shiba rushed to them. They both stared at them in shock for a while in front of the two of them. Todoroki looked at the young girl's face in horror for a while. When she got no reaction and hugged her tightly and cried out, Tsuji realized that they had to do something. Both put aside their shock. Shibaman immediately called the ambulance, Tsuji crouched down and put his hand on Todoroki's shoulder.

Todoroki looked up from the girl he was hugging. His eyes were filled with fear. Tsuji knew he was in shock too.

First he gently asked him to let go of y/n. They had to stop the bleeding. But when he got no response, he shouted.

“Todoroki! You're shaking her! You will hurt her! Put her down gently, we need to stop the bleeding.”

Todoroki looked at the girl in his arms with Tsuji's voice. When he looked at Tsuji's face again, he saw him calmly nodding his head, and slowly laid the young girl down on his knees again.

Tsuji quickly took off the bandanna from his arm and handed it to him, Todoroki pressed it to that young girl's wound, and saw the young girl wince in pain.

She was neither awake nor unconscious. But she was breathing. This gave them some relief. A few minutes later, Shibaman came to them with the paramedics who had gotten out of the ambulance. Tsuji bent down and looked at Todoroki.

"They need to get her in the ambulance, we need to hurry."

Neither both had ever seen Todoroki in such a panic. He was always the solution, the one who helped them, the one who made more sense. But now he couldn't do anything.

When the paramedics slowly took y/n on the stretcher, Tsuji and Shibaman asked Todoroki to get into the ambulance. Because they were sure that if he stayed behind, he would go crazy.

After the two learned the name of the hospital, they quickly left to find a taxi. Todoroki, on the other hand, watched helplessly in the ambulance as the cables were tied to the young girl's body.

Her face was pale, her shirt was covered in blood. Her hair was messy. The only indications that she was alive were the noises and lines in the machine.

When Todoroki left the house that morning, he would never have guessed that he would experience one of these moments.

For the first time in his life, he prayed to the god he never knew existed. He begged. Todoroki had never felt so helpless, even for himself.

“Please wake up y/n, I beg you wake up. God…do something. I want something from you for the first time. Don't take her from me, I beg you."

Todoroki didn't know if God heard his voice, but he knew he wanted him to hear his voice for the first time.

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sunnyrealist · 27 days

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🌶️ Chapter 39: A Delightful Morning 🌶️

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Chapter Background and Summary: Sebastian and Kate are on an adventurous camping trip in the Scottish Highlands. The couple has faced danger, concluded their first fight, gotten to know each other much more deeply, and had plenty of romantic and memorable moments. It is just about time for them to take on the last part of their journey. This chapter features the morning before they move forward into what may be another treacherous foray - exploring the mysterious Blackfold Castle.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x Kate Mayflower (my OC)

Content warnings: In general, this story is rated 18+, so MNDI. This chapter features brief references to spanking and suicide, as well as discussion about how to proceed into dangerous terrain and sex in the missionary position.

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 39: A Delightful Morning

Kate wakes up to find herself curled up to Sebastian’s back, holding him close. He is still sleeping soundly, and she gazes upon him lovingly with a warm smile. She can tell that it’s still early and the sun has not quite risen yet. She makes up her mind to not wake him; carefully, she untethers herself from his warmth and gingerly moves off of the bed, which only creaks slightly. Sebastian stirs a little but remains in the world of dreams.

While she relishes any opportunity to cuddle with her boyfriend, she’s been waiting for an opportunity to do some drawing. Lighting just a few candles, she summons a robe along with her drawing pencil and sketchbook. Then, she descends down the ladder into her extendable bag to retrieve some of the flowers and leafy stems she had picked earlier in their journey. Slightly waving her wand in a circular motion and whispering a charm, they twist in the air slowly until they have transformed into two gorgeous and full flower crowns. She tiptoes back to the bed and gently places one of them on Sebastian’s head and then the other on her own

When Kate perches at the edge of the bed, a sharp stinging sensation radiates all over her bottom. In a sharp contrast to his dominance last night, now Sebastian looks so peaceful and innocent, almost boyish in sleep. Her pencil begins to scratch against the paper as she memorializes this image. Eventually, it expands into a picture of the two of them, sleeping and spooning in a colorful meadow in the middle of a forest with flower crowns atop their heads. Her tongue peeks out between her lips as she begins to color the picture. She uses her wand to frequently change the color of her drawing pencil, adding as much shading and life as possible.

Smiling at the finished product, Kate creates a duplicate on the next page. Quietly, she tears the duplicate page out of her sketchbook, leaving it on the bed right next to Sebastian so that it will be the first thing he discovers upon awakening.

Stretching, she decides to begin working on breakfast since, after all, she is awake and feeling energetic. That’s when she realizes they never cleaned up after the previous night, and the table is an absolute mess. It all comes crashing back, and Kate’s hand finds her forehead in frustration. There’s a lot of cleaning to do before she can get the morning meal ready. With a slight headache from her hangover slowly building, she groans in frustration, wishing it could all just be vanished, but alas, it is not an option - not unless she wants to spend her precious savings to purchase all new dishware upon their return to Hogsmeade. After spending a few moments of fruitless pouting, she comes to terms with the fact that no one is going to do the work for her, and thus, she gets to work with a grimace.

A half hour later, Kate finally places new dishes on the table - scones with clotted cream and raspberry jam, honey baked ham, and omelettes with cheddar cheese and spinach. She pours out cold water, adding a lemon slice in each glass to provide some flavor. Since her love is still asleep, she decides to do some reading at the table. Soon, she is engrossed in Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre, her imagination conjuring an image of Mr. Rochester begging Jane to not leave him to see her dying aunt. When Sebastian appears, she jumps.

Wearing just a pair of simple linen trousers and the flower crown, he softly says, “Good morning, sunshine.” He seems amused by her reaction after being so deeply engaged in her novel.

Kate grins brightly upon seeing that he hasn’t removed the flower crown. “Did you like my surprise?”

Sebastian chuckles. “Loved it. I’ll treasure that drawing forever.” He gives her a goofy smile. “Though I must say, I never thought I’d find myself wearing a flower crown.”

She rises from her seat, wrapping her arms around him and caressing the expanse of his back, running her fingers over his marred skin. “Well, the moon prince needed his crown,” she whispers playfully, kissing his chiseled chest, then gestures to the spread on the table. “And I’m certain he will also need breakfast after such a strenuous night.” She winks.

“We’ll need strength for the flight and whatever awaits us at Blackfold Castle,” Sebastian notes, quickly taking a seat and digging into an omelette.

Kate generously spreads cream onto a scone. “I wonder what it will look like.”

“Are you excited?”

“Yes! I’m looking forward to seeing it. I’ve never done anything like this,” she tells him as she adds jam on top of the clotted cream. “So… since you’ve told me how mysterious the castle is, I’m curious - how did you learn of it in the first place?”

“The Kelpies,” he answers with his mouth full, then quickly swallows. “A man I was partnered with for a mission told me about it. When he attempted to explore, he could not figure out how to get past the protective wards surrounding the castle. I was inspired and wanted to learn more. That led to a great deal of research.” He sips his lemon water. “There’s a fascinating history behind the castle, but no one seems to know the full story, and no one has ever been able to access the interior.”

Kate’s eyes narrow. “Then… how are we going to get inside?”

“I’m not sure yet,” Sebastian admits. “It will be trial and error. But clearly, if it’s so well protected, there must be something worthwhile inside. It’s worth trying.”

She takes a bite of her scone. “What did you learn in your research?”

“Basic information about the late history of the castle. It’s quite tragic, really,” he begins. Determining that she is completely engaged, he decides to tell her everything he knows. “Prior to the mid 1300s, Blackfold was a thriving, bustling castle. It was originally built so high up in the mountains to keep Muggles away. Muggles could never access it. There were, in the past, wizarding villages down below, but they are long gone, and truly, nothing remains of them. It seems that when Blackfold Castle became abandoned, the village inhabitants slowly left as well, seeking protection from other Scottish wizarding royals.”

“Abandoned?”

“Not… quite. The final monarch was someone named Queen Eilionoir. Supposedly, she was forced into a marriage with the prince, who soon became king, and the two were deeply unhappy. Amidst a war between clans, the king made the unfortunate decision to not lead or even join his people in battle. He was afraid to engage in combat without an heir. Eventually, he was assassinated. Eilionoir refused to remarry and soon dismissed all of the castle staff. She was found dead weeks later, and the leading theory is that she used poison to kill herself. The locals considered the castle cursed, as no one could enter due to whatever magic the queen placed over Blackfold. That is all I know.”

Kate’s brow is furrowed. “That’s a terrible history! Why would she harm herself? Why would she seal off the castle? I wonder what would drive someone to do such a thing.”

“No one knows, or at least, no one confessed to knowing anything. Simple as that. She didn’t leave a note. Villagers just… found her body one day, and that was it,” he replies. “There are strong, very strong magical wards at the entrance to the castle. It seems that Queen Eilionoir didn’t want anyone to enter her world of misery.”

“Do these… protective wards… injure people? Or are they simply repellants? I’ve never heard of wards lasting for centuries. Could it be the work of dark magic?”

“Well, the man who told me about the castle was spooked,” Sebastian explains. “He made several attempts to enter Blackfold. Originally, the wards threw him back over and over. When he figured out what triggered that, he pushed past with great difficulty, but then his arm was slashed, and he felt as though he had been punched directly in the heart.” He takes a scone. “He quit after that. He was too afraid after the injury to go further.”

Kate’s heart rate speeds up, already feeling anxious about what could happen. They’ve already been in one dangerous situation on this trip, and she is certainly not eager for another. “I don’t want either of us to get hurt. We’re up here in the mountains alone… That’s worrisome.”

Sebastian’s gaze never breaks as he meets her eyes. “I will not let anything happen to you. I promise. But after doing all of this research, I just… I have to explore. I can’t just let it be until I’ve at least tried.”

Kate nods, contemplative as she cuts a slice of ham into smaller pieces. “Well, it sounds like we’ll most likely be repelled. If that happens, was this trip even worth it to you?” Her eyes are downcast.

Their tent flaps with a gust of wind. The fire in the wood-burning stove crackles.

“No,” he replies, his voice soft as he reaches out to take her hand. “It will still have been more than worth it. This trip wasn’t just about exploration. It was just as much about spending time with you, my sweet sun.”

Kate’s worry melts away. “I’ve loved our time together. That is - other than the terrifying experience in the cave.” She chuckles, thankful she can laugh about it now. “I feel as though we have learned a lot about each other these past few days.”

Sebastian scoots his chair closer to her. He tilts her chin up. “Learning more about who you are is worth far more than treasure, my Kate.”

She smiles sweetly, closing her eyes in contentment as Sebastian caresses her hair. “And you’ve opened up so much to me. Now I know more about your past, and even better, I know what you want for your future. I don’t know how you managed it, but you’ve somehow made me fall even more deeply in love, Sebastian.”

Drawn to each other, their lips meet.

Soon, they’ve made their way back to the bed, all of their clothing discarded.

Kate settles her head on her pillow, her golden hair flowing in every direction, as Sebastian leans over her. Her soft skin is his addiction - he just cannot get enough of touching her. He allows himself to indulge in this - in her - in the moment. Their breath mingling, his lips close around hers. He lets himself be pulled in deeper as he falls into the softness that is his girlfriend, his entire world becoming Kate.

She sighs as his weight settles upon her. Rather than feeling crushed, there is something so comforting about his body on hers. Kate’s fingers trace over his freckled face, neck, and shoulders. Sebastian’s hair is a wild mess, and yet, she loves it all the more, running her hands through it as they make out. His kisses become more needy as he becomes lost in the touch, the smell, the taste of his lover.

Kate gasps for air as they break apart momentarily, then begin making out again. His hands are everywhere - her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her hips… Her mind, just like his, is spinning with only one thought: Sebastian. She kisses and sucks on his neck and shoulders, then nips at his warm skin; she hears him let out a moan, sparking her to continue.

When he pulls back for a second, he whispers, “You drive me insane… you make me so desperate…”

She whimpers as he kisses and licks and sucks and bites at the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.

“Sebastian…”

His hungry lips travel further south, worshiping every centimeter of her breasts, suckling at her nipples. She squirms beneath him, arching her back. Her breathing is growing heavier, her gasps becoming louder.

Sebastian’s fingers find their way between her legs. He knows she’ll be dripping, yet still must feel it for himself. He slides a finger over her sensitive bud, tracing circles as she shrieks.

Kate can feel how hard he is. “Sebastian… please,” she begs. “Please make love to me.”

His heart races at her request. Still teasing her clit, he whispers seductively, “I am going to fill you to the brim. You… You are making me crazy. I want you more than anything.”

Sebastian kisses her lips again, languidly and full of passion. Then, he takes himself in hand, sliding his thick manhood along her slick. Guiding himself, he slowly enters her heat as she moans his name, her legs opening wider for him as she accepts his full length. His eyes never leave her face. Fully sheathed, he leans in to press his lips to hers again. He squeezes her breast as he kisses her, waiting for her to be completely comfortable before he makes any further move.

“Oh, my gods, Bash,” she whines. “Please…”

He begins to slowly thrust, watching her face twist in pleasure. He himself moans, wishing to move faster, and it isn’t long before he makes that change. Picking up her legs, he throws her feet over his shoulders, allowing him to plunge even deeper.

Sebastian groans. “So tight… so wet…”

His strokes are powerful. Gripping her hips, his fingertips dig into her skin. His speed increasing, he pounds into her as if his life actually depended on the motion. It’s loud. He slaps against the flesh of her arse, still tinged red from yesterday’s spanking.

Kate can’t stop shrieking, not for even a moment. This position is intense, and she feels herself winding up. Wanting to draw it out, Sebastian suddenly changes his pace. After moving so quickly, he begins thrusting slow and deep, over and over. Then, he switches it up again, back to stroking as fast as he can. Kate can hardly breathe; release is coming. Her full breasts bounce up and down, providing a view to her boyfriend that only turns him on more.

“You’re so perfect… so beautiful… Kate… I can’t stop…”

Sebastian cannot think anymore of anything other than fully claiming her as his. His groans grow more frequent and loud as her inner walls tighten around his cock.

“I’m gonna-” she begins and cuts out, shouting his name as she comes. “Seb! Seb!!!”

There is no slowing down. Sebastian continues thrusting into her tight heat. Her orgasm is long and drawn out, much to his pleasure. Her cheeks are rosy, her body marked by love bites. He wants Kate to only dream of him, to be his possession… This thought and the sight of her lustful release makes him lose control. With raspy breath, he spears into her a few more times and then comes, panting. He moans as an excessive amount of his hot seed spurts out, coating her inner walls.

As if Sebastian was actually trying to impregnate Kate, he uses his own cock to push his cum, threatening to spill out of her, right back in. The ultimate claim, what he most desires, is for his seed to take root, for life to grow - it is enough to make his heart burst and make him want to fuck her all over again.

Kate’s eyes are blank, as if she is looking at another world entirely. Breathless and trembling, it takes her a while to come down from her high. When she does, she gazes upon Sebastian, his expression both feral and adoring all at once.

Still inside her, he leans in to kiss her again. “Gods…” he mumbles. “I cannot get enough of you. I cannot get enough of these kisses. All of this - it’s just too short. It needs to be extended for hours.” He presses his lips to hers again, his tongue tracing her bottom lip.

“Oh, my moon,” she whispers, then is quickly pulled into another kiss. “We… We have a lot to accomplish today…”

“But… to do what we must…” Sebastian whispers in her ear, his voice sultry and husky, “Perhaps we should get all worked up again.”

“That’s a terrible idea. There is only so much daylight, and we need our energy for the castle!” Kate laughs. “We can spend whatever is left afterward.” She flashes a flirty smile. “Let’s make our final night of the trip… memorable later.”

“Of course,” he whispers hoarsely, kissing her neck and causing her to whimper as he focuses on a sensitive spot. “Let’s make sure this is the most memorable night of our entire holiday.”

Kate gently pushes him away and speaks playfully. “It’s going to be difficult to top all of the romantic moments we’ve had. Hopefully you have something in mind to make tonight even better.”

“I have so many ideas - I’m not even sure where to begin,” he tells her suggestively. “I’ll just have to let my instincts take over… and allow myself to lose control…”

“My goodness, Mr. Sallow,” Kate replies innocently. “Is that wise?” She bats her eyelashes. “That sounds a bit dangerous to me…”

“Wise, Kate? I never claimed to be wise… But dangerous? That is precisely the point. I want to just let it all go - let go of my reason and better judgment.”

“If you’re saying you’ve never yet lost control with me, then what on earth will tonight be like?” Kate questions with a sly grin on her face, tracing a finger over his jawline. “But perhaps…” She plucks her finger away. “Perhaps it is best left as a mystery until later.”

Sebastian’s brows raise as she teases him. “Ah, but Kate, my dear…” he whispers in a low tone with a playful smile as his hand reaches out to run through her hair, brushing over her bare shoulder. “Do you really want to leave it all to mystery? You could let yourself imagine… just how uncontrollable your future husband might become…”

Kate chuckles. “I can imagine a lot of things. I have a very active imagination, my moon.” She kisses his cheek. “But come, now, we had best clean up breakfast, gather our supplies, and prepare our brooms.”

He sighs. “You are right, my love. We have a lot to do today…” He turns around, getting a hold of himself. “Let’s get ready to go. We have a whole day ahead of us, and then we can explore your… active imagination.”

Kate stands up, laughing, and then gets to work before Sebastian changes his mind.

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