#so stop acting like any story beat you didn't like or any move from the company

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

So i hope its okay... Can i request arven penny nemona and kieran Meeting a pokemon Trainer that is basiclly Pokemon sword/shield MC and maybe hop or marni come to visit? Or it can just be Just the Trainer i wouldn't mind anyway here's the team

A inteleon is kinda like a big brother to the team but still is Sometimes mischevous

Zamazenta who May look cold but is essentialy a big puppy

Gerdevoir who kinda has a sibling like rivaly with with salazle on who's stronger

Salazle who is a little diva but both her or gardevoir will beat you up if you insult the other

And a sylveon and glaceon who are like peas in a pod and will go out to defend the other if something happend

Anyway you don't have to write it if you don't want to since its kinda long and have a good day/night 💜💛

Arven

Apparently saving a region from an ecological crisis wasn't your first rodeo..as you've done this in Galar too.

After sharing stories of how you became champion, prevented Chairman Rose from causing a second "Darkest Day" with Eternatus, revived the Hero Duo (with Zamazenta being living proof), etc...Arven's fully convinced you need a vacation.

Funny enough, Paldea was meant to be your fresh start and a way to begin your studies like a normal kid.

But of course that didn't happen.

Facing the Titan Pokémon together reminds you of the Dynamaxed ones, but you thanked Arceus they weren't that gigantic nor have any brutal G-Max moves.

When it comes to food, Arven learns you can make a mean curry dish, often trading each other recipes.

In fact, you've made so many types that your team is just happy to eat whatever you've cooked up.

Speaking of which..your current team is the same one from Galar. You decided they were ready for a new adventure in a new region by your side.

Inteleon, once a timid Sobble, tended to sneak bites of curry/sandwiches from the others, but otherwise acts like a cool older brother to your team.

His Snipe Shot is deadly and he lowkey missed being able to Gigantamax, although he likes how flashy he becomes when terastalized.

Zamazenta actually enjoys belly rubs, discovering this only after witnessing Arven give Mabosstiff pets on the stomach.

Gardevoir and Salazzle have been rivals since they were a Ralts and Salandit, having a few sparring matches during camps/picnics.

But trust they will BOTH go on the offense if anyone dared hurt the other. Arven witnessed this firsthand down in Area Zero when an Iron Hands attacked Salazzle with a ground move, and Gardevoir's Moonblast absolutely destroyed it.

Finally, Sylveon and Glaceon were two inseparable Eevees. You couldn't catch one without taking the other with you, and ever since then they've stuck together like glue, even evolving at the same time.

When Hop and Marni visited you in Paldea (whether to just travel or study abroad), Arven gets a little jealous that they were your friends before he was..but learns to get along with them.

Penny

Assuming she was studying abroad in Galar (after ditching Team Star) when the events of SWSH took place, she definitely would have seen your face around social media and on nearly ever TV station.

She knew you defeated Leon in the championship.

But she NEVER would've guessed it was you who also stopped the second Darkest Day from happening--and quelled Eternatus, of all things.

It was like you were the protagonist of some epic anime, doing all this heroic stuff yet being so casual when talking about it to her, Arven, and Nemona.

But she wants to hear all about your adventures!

Even though she was a little jealous you did all these cool things while she had to continue her studies.

She's thrilled to meet your Sylveon and Glaceon, finding their strong bond to be sweet and similar to her own Eeveelutions.

If you went to Crown Tundra, she immediately asks if you met her father and apologizes on his behalf if he was too overbearing.

But you amuse her with the story of how Calyrex kept temporarily possessing his body to speak to you.

The first time you brought out Zamazenta, Penny was a little intimidated by the way it looked at her menacingly...

Until it does the same thing Miraidon/Koraidon did to her during Operation Starfall:

And that is tackle her in kisses and icky wolf slobber.

She wonders why all your Legendaries do this to her..

Underneath the gruff, tough, and battle-hardened appearance, it turns out that it's really just a giant puppy longing to be spoiled like a Growlithe.

Nemona

Right from the get-go, she knew you were Galar's most recent champion and wanted to see how you fight.

Of course, that meant you had to adapt from the Dynamaxed battles you were so accustomed to and get used to Terastalized battles instead.

But you're a quick learner.

In fact your Inteleon, despite being at a disadvantage against her Pawmot, still managed to sweep half her team.

Sometimes you'll have your Paldea starter in your party in place of Zamazenta, but when you brought the shield wolf out for the first time during a picnic...Nemona was in awe.

"So THIS is one of the legendary heroes that Ms. Raifort taught us about????" She gawks, especially as you bring out the rusted shield and let it transform.

Penny made a good point: you may as well be a modern-day hero of Galar yourself!

She also wanted to hear all about your trials and tribulations with the gym challenge, having seen your battle on television and how Leon congratulated you for winning the championship.

Ngl it made her tear up the first time she rewatches it with you, proud of how you were still eager to finish it even though the Second Darkest Day interrupted the match and almost destroyed the whole region.

It lowkey made her feel bad when you, her, and the others had to go down to Area Zero and prevent another disaster that would've also unleashed dangerous Pokémon all across the region...

Yeah, you definitely needed a break and a chance to feel like a normal trainer.

And what better way to do that than to battle Nemona again and again?

Kieran

When you first met in Kitakami, you never struck him as the type to be Galar's Champion (as well as its savior from the second Darkest Day--the first one being an event he read about in books).

It's not something you liked to brag about anyways. So you downplayed your experiences while talking to him during the signboard project.

All he knew was that you lived in Galar and participated in the gym challenge. That's it.

Only when you show up to BB Academy does he overhear people talking about you like you're some celebrity, and he realizes you've been keeping even more secrets from him...

"Did you hear?? The Galar Champion is joining the league club!"

"I heard they reawakened Zacian and Zamazenta! They brought the heroes of Galar back to life!"

He refuses to believe it up until the moment you two battle, where Gardevoir and Salazzle worked incredibly well together, before you sent out Zamazenta near the very end.

Ofc Kieran is FURIOUS, screaming about how you lied to him yet again and "never changed".

"You told me you were just a normal kid from Galar...WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING FROM ME?!!"

It's so unfair. You're hailed as a hero in a different region, you held two (and eventually three) champion titles, AND you have Zamazenta on your side...while he's a nobody from Kitakami who gave up so much and worked so hard--only to realize he'll never be even half as great as you.

How could he ever be like you with so many achievements under your belt?

But after you two become friends again (with you apologizing for not fully telling him the truth about yourself), Hop called you in hopes of visiting the academy's Terarium to research the Pokémon there.

You introduce him to Kieran, and they have a long chat about their rivalry with you.

Things get a little awkward when Hop rambles about his constant losses against you and his desires to become stronger (plus his struggle to step out of Leon's shadow), only to find his true calling as a professor in the end.....before asking Kieran how he coped.

"...oh um...I-I didn't really cope that well. I got jealous and bitter and..let's just say I wasn't very nice to [y/n]." He mutters, feeling ashamed.

"Awh really? But you seem like a nice chap now!" Your Galarian rival/friend tries cheering him up, although he understood his pain and felt that same humiliation several times before.

But Kieran did learn a thing or two from him, just like he did from Nemona. Battling was still his calling, but he forgot how to have fun with it, and he needed that reminder.

He mentions trading you an Applin, and Hop does a spit-take, asking if he knew what that meant (or if you told him).

If so, then he congratulates you both on your new relationship.

If not, then you let Kieran google it on your rotomphone...

Before he buries his face into Zamazenta's fur a few seconds later, trying to hide his worsening blush while you and Hop just laugh.

#clanask #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #pokemon arven #pokemon penny #pokemon nemona #pokemon kieran #pokemon hop #pokemon swsh x reader #headcanons

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER THREE | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: Jenna’s husband being a dickhead. And I think that’s all?

Words: 5.7k

A/N: I’m going to try and get chapter six out for the party and the after party tonight or tomorrow!

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Two weeks. Fourteen and a half days, or three hundred and forty-eight hours. That's how long it's been since you've held a conversation with Jenna, and it feels like an eternity. You've been wanting to talk to her and apologize, but she's been avoiding you. And she's doing a wonderful job at it, but you can't lie and not act like you're making it any harder for her to do so.

Instead of waking up at your usual time, you've been waking up thirty minutes earlier, and getting a ride for Eli. After practice, Eli drops you off before heading home himself, and then you'll grab a snack from the fridge, check for towels before you shower, sleep, and then repeat.

On the days you don't have practice you're out with Olivia, doing whatever comes to mind. Again, she's a very sweet girl, kind and loyal, and you can't help but admire her. You've been spending a lot of time with her and it's been great because you both enjoy each other's company.

She's been telling you about how she's started writing songs and they're mainly about her ex-boyfriend. She says her songs are a way of healing, and letting go of her past. You have been supportive and encouraging her to continue writing, and you've been there to listen to her stories while she works through her feelings.

Eli thinks you should stop and hurry up and apologize to Jenna. For someone who wants Jenna for himself, he was so keen on you two being on good terms. Eli was over at your place since it was an early dismissal at school today, and also a Friday.

"I still can't believe you're not talking." You open your mouth to speak but Eli beats you. "Just apologize and be done with it, man." You feel your neck flush. You open your mouth to reply but it only comes out as a stutter. Eli shakes his head and sighs, "All of this because she saw your lil Jimmy John."

You take a bite out of your apple sending a slight glare while doing so. Eli laughs and you swallow your bite before speaking, "Shut up. It's not that simple."

Eli smirks and shakes his head. "You know it is," he says. "You just don't want to admit it." You glare at him, not wanting to give in. You take another bite of the apple, savouring the sweet crunch. "No, it's not," you say firmly.

"Yes, it is. You're avoiding her, she's not avoiding you." You sigh in frustration. You know he's right, but you can't admit it. You set the half-eaten apple down, "Because it's awkward!" He shakes his head and smiles. "It's never going to be not awkward if you don't talk to her. It's better to just go for it and get it over with." He reaches for your apple and takes a bite. "Trust me."

You furrow your eyebrows. "Keep the apple, bitch." He grins, taking another bite of the apple. "You started avoiding her after she saw you naked and then she probably took it as a hint that you didn't want to speak to her, which you don't and started to avoid you herself." You sigh and roll your eyes. He takes another bite of the apple. "She's just as embarrassed as you are."

"So why not just apologize and move on?" He shrugs, taking the last bite of the apple. "It's not that hard. Just be honest and it'll be over in no time and don't walk around naked knowing you have company over." He wipes his mouth and stands up throwing away the apple.

"Where is my wife anyway?" You stare at him blankly at the nickname, "She's out."

He looks around the room for a second before he sighs. "Alright, I guess let's just order pizza and finish the movie you fell asleep on." You throw your head back groaning, "Fuck no! I'm not watching that movie. I fell asleep on it for a reason." He laughs, shaking his head. "Fine. What do you wanna watch then?" You smile, "Puss N Boots."

He raises an eyebrow, but agrees, "Fine, Puss N Boots it is." He pulls out his phone and orders a pizza, and you stand up from the bar stool, heading into the living room.

Thirty minutes later, Jenna was heading home with her friend Emma. She had no idea you were home, and she definitely didn't know Eli was over with you. "Am I about to meet the too attractive for her age, Y/N?" Emma asks with a smile, repeating Jenna's words from earlier today. Jenna sends Emma a glare, unlocking the front door.

Emma giggles, stepping inside and turning to look at Jenna. "So, is it a yes or a no?" She asks with a smirk. Jenna rolls her eyes and walks inside, closing the door behind her. "No. She's at school." Emma's face falls and she sighs. "That's disappointing." She turns away and walks towards the kitchen. Jenna follows but stays silent.

"It smells like pizza," Emma says and looks back at Jenna who nods in agreement.

You pause as you hear sounds coming from the kitchen. You snap your head at Eli who's too invested in the movie to hear anything. He chews his cheese pizza letting out a laugh before taking another bite. "Eli." Eli turns to you and sees the worry in your eyes. He slowly puts down his pizza and turns down the TV. "What is it?"

"I think Jenna's home." His face lights up and he holds his pizza in his mouth jumping up happily, you follow the boy who nearly jogs to the kitchen. Jenna and Emma turn around at the sound of something falling to the floor. It's the pizza that slipped from his mouth.

"MY PIZZA! NOOOOOOO!" Eli yells out as you stare at the two women in front of you. Jenna and Emma smile, amused by the boy's dramatic reaction.

He quickly picks up the pizza and takes a big bite. "Dude, that's so gross." You mutter, squeezing past him and further into the kitchen. Eli continues to eat the pizza off the floor. "It's not that bad," he says with a mouthful. You shake your head in disbelief and watch as the blonde woman whispers something into Jenna's ear.

"I thought she was at school, hm?" Emma whispers, a smile on her lips. Jenna's cheeks flush and she quickly avoids eye contact with everyone in the room. You frown, wondering what that was all about, but it soon disappears as you examine Jenna's outfit.

She was wearing a cropped white button-up, a black tie and a long grey split colored skirt. One side was darker than the other, her socks matching it perfectly. Her shoes were black loafers that matched the tie. A pair of glasses sat on top of her head while her headphones hung from her neck. She really does always have a pair of headphones on her.

She had a unique style, one that blended modern and vintage elements creatively. It was eye-catching and inspiring, and it seemed to suit her perfectly. She looked amazing in it, and it was clear she had a lot of confidence in her own style.

The blonde woman smiles at you, "Hi. It's so nice to meet you. I'm Emma, Jenna's friend." You smile back, holding out a hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you too—" Eli steps in front of you, shaking her hand himself and introducing himself. "Hey beautiful, I'm Elias Cooper the third." Emma looks taken aback, laughing in shock and surprise as she shakes his hand.

"He's not a third." You and Jenna both say in sync. You and Jenna exchange a glance, and Emma laughs again. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Elias," she says. Eli raises her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss onto her hand while not breaking eye contact. Emma giggles looking at Jenna, and Eli lowers her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, too," he says, his voice low and rich. Jenna clears her throat, and you place a hand on his shoulder, rescuing Emma from the situation.

Eli stands up straight again, and you quickly shake Emma's hand. "I'm Y/N. Sorry about him." Emma's face lights up with a smile. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." She turns to Jenna with a mischievous glint in her eye, mouthing, "Sexy indeed." Jenna turns a deep shade of red and averts her gaze and Emma grins even wider.

"Don't you two have school? Why are you home?" Emma asks. Jenna sighs in relief at not having to ask herself. You nod and Eli speaks up for you, "We had an early dismissal."

"Oh, I see," Emma said. Jenna's eyes roam over you, taking in your white tee that fits your biceps just right. Or your black sweatpants that sag just enough to show the Calvin Klein band in your boxers. Jenna's gaze lingers for a moment before she looks away, blushing. She quickly turns her attention back to Emma, trying to focus on the conversation.

But Eli noticed it all his eyes widening as he stopped himself from letting his jaw drop in shock. He quickly regained his composure and tried to act as if nothing had happened. Eli glanced at Jenna, who was still blushing. He smirked, his lips turning up into a mischievous grin.

"— home safety." Emma finishes off, and you and Eli nod. "Yeah, I'm leaving as well. I just wanted to hang out with her since she's been spending all her time with Olivia." Eli says, staring you down at the last part.

Emma laughs while Jenna's lips twitch downwards. Who's Olivia? "Who's Olivia?" Emma asked with a hint of curiosity. You shake your head, "She's just a friend." Eli sends a quick look to Jenna before throwing an around your shoulder and placing a hand on your stomach. "A friend who wants to be more than friends!"

He tells Emma and you sigh at the boy. Emma's eyes widen, and Jenna scoffs quietly. You roll your eyes and move away from Eli, hoping to avoid any further conversation about Olivia.

"I should get going," Emma announces to everyone with a small frown. Jenna nods and Eli feels his pockets for his keys, "Me too." Eli begins walking into the living room and you follow behind him.

While that happens Emma and Jenna are making their way to the front door, Emma gives Jenna a hug pulling away with a smirk on her lips. "I saw those glances at Y/N." Jenna blushed, trying to deny it. She was about to say something, but Emma just laughed and shook her head. "Come on. Just admit it."

"Em, I'm married." Emma rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. "Unhappily. When's the last time you even got laid?" Jenna opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. She looked away, trying to hide the blush that had spread across her cheeks. "That's what I thought," Emma said smugly.

"Y/N is my best friend's daughter and not only that but she's eighteen," Jenna exclaims. There were a lot of reasons this was a bad idea, but these were her main concerns. Along with being engaged of course. She didn't want to get caught up in a scandal, and she didn't want to make your parents mad. Especially since she was already getting married.

Jenna knew she had to put a stop to this before it even began. She had to make it clear to Y/N that there was nothing more between them than friendship. She had to make sure that Y/N understood that she needed to focus on her future and not on Jenna.

But the way you looked, the way she felt, she couldn't help but think about what if? Her husband was barely home and he barely even called. And here you are, giving her kisses on her temple and sending photos of her to your best friend. She knew it was wrong but she couldn't resist the temptation. She wanted so badly to feel alive again.

"She's an adult. She can make her own choices. Plus, she seems respectful." Emma says, shrugging slightly. Emma looked away, embarrassed. She knew she was wrong in encouraging her friend, but she couldn't help it. She had been in her friend's shoes not so long ago and she wanted her to be happy.

She was trying to be supportive, even if it was misguided. She wanted her friend to be able to make the decisions that she thought were best for her, regardless of the consequences.

While they spoke, you and Eli were as well.

Eli searches the couch for his keys, tossing a few pillows to the side. You cross your arms, "They're on the table." He turns his head, and they indeed are on the coffee table. "Oh, shit. Thanks."

Eli grabs his keys, "Thank you, baby girl." You scrunch up your face, "Shut up." Eli laughs and throws his keys in the air. He catches them and gives you an exaggerated bow. "My humble thanks to you, my lady." You roll your eyes and Eli grins. "You better talk to her."

You uncross your arms, sighing. "And say what exactly? Oh, sorry Jenna. I didn't mean for you to see me naked, I was just heading to get a towel. I thought you were asleep." Eli pauses then gives you a single nod, "Yes. Say exactly that. It's not rocket science." You take a deep breath, then exhale. "Okay, I'll apologize."

Eli plays with his keys. "Good." He turns to leave but immediately turns back around. "Also! You can keep Jenna for yourself. I want Emma." You raise an eyebrow and look at Eli, confused. He smiles and rolls his eyes. "Just kidding. Hashtag Jenna for life." He laughs and starts to walk away. You watch him go, still trying to process what had just happened. You shake your head and laugh, deciding it was best not to question it.

Jenna opens her mouth to reply to Emma but closes it, turning around as Eli enters the room. He stops short when he sees the two and quickly puts on a smile. "Hey, ladies. Looking even more gorgeous than earlier." He says, Emma grins and Jenna shakes her head. "Hey Eli, leaving?"

Eli nods. "Yup, I'm headed out. See you around." Eli gives a small before walking out of the room, leaving Emma and Jenna alone. "He's cute as well," Emma whispers, smiling. Jenna laughs. "We'll talk later, yeah?" Emma nods and follows Eli out the door.

Jenna watched them leave, a small smile on her face. She shook her head and went back to the kitchen, slightly jumping when you were already there, waiting for her. A sad smile was on your lips as you leaned against the counter. "Hey, Jen. Can we talk?" Jenna hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, of course."

"I uh, I just wanted to apologize for--" You motion with your hands trying to find the right words. "For walking out without a towel, I honestly thought you were asleep." You look away, feeling embarrassed. You take a deep breath and look back, hoping for a response. "I'm sorry," you say again, hoping your apology is accepted.

There's a long pause, and you can feel your heart racing. Suddenly, your Jenna breaks the silence and says, "It's okay. Don't worry about it." You let out a sigh of relief and offer a weak smile. "Thank you," you reply.

Jenna smiles back and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You feel a sense of calm come over you as you look into Jenna's eyes. You give her hand a gentle squeeze in return, "Can we hug?" Jenna smiles and pulls you in for a hug. You wrap your arms around her and exhale, enjoying the feeling of being so close to her. A soft hand rubs up and down your back gently.

The warm feeling of connection between you and Jenna slowly dissipates as you pull away. You look at each other, a mutual understanding in your eyes. Jenna reaches up to caress your cheek before releasing you and stepping back.

Your face tingles from her touch and your face begins heating up. "There, um. There's still a box of pizza left if you want some." She hums, "What's on it?" You stutter in response, "Uh, cheese and pepperoni."

"I'm a pescetarian."

"Oh, um, sorry about that. I didn't know." You fumble for words, trying to think of what to say next. She laughs softly and says, "It's okay. I'll just have the cheese." You furrow your eyebrows, "Wait. Didn't you have chicken and rice that one day?" You refer back to the day she cooked for you.

"That was for you. I had eaten something beforehand." You feel guilty for not realizing it before. "I'm sorry," you say, "I should have known that." She smiles and shakes her head, "It's alright. I'll just order something else."

"That's why you ordered that veggie sandwich." You mumble loud enough for her to hear. She laughs, "Yes, that's why." You look down at the ground, thinking a bit before letting out a, "Huh." She stares at you, her eyes twinkling. She smiles and says, "It's good for you. You should try something new every once in a while." You nod, shrugging.

"Maybe." She gives you a knowing look. "Just trust me. I think you'll like it." You reluctantly agree, moving to sit down on the bar stool and continuing to talk to Jenna until Midnight comes. You can't believe you spent two weeks avoiding the older woman when the apology was so simple. You mentally groaned at the fact Eli was right.

Instead of being in bed Saturday morning, you found yourself in the school gym, your team and the opponent team warming up. "So, she just said it's okay and moved on?" Eli asks, dribbling the ball in behind him. As you sit down, you hum as you search through your gym bags for your shoes. "See! I told you, she probably thought you were upset. She's grown, I'm sure she got over it the next hour."

You pause for a moment, considering the situation. "I guess so," you finally reply. Where the fuck are your shoes? You glance behind you, looking for them. "Eli, do you have my shoes?" Eli frowns and shakes his head. "No, I don't. I thought you had them." You groan in frustration and turn away, searching the gym for your missing shoes.

You stop looking and take a deep breath. You know you must have left them somewhere, but you can't remember where. You retrace your steps, going back to the locker room and searching around the benches. "Fuck! I left them at home." You glance around the locker room one last time, just in case they were here after all.

You sigh and start heading toward your back. Eli is now sitting down with the ball in his lap. Eli notices your distress and offers to help you look for them. You tell him that you remembered they are at home, "I'll look in lost and found for another pair before Coach starts the huddle."

You nod, sitting down and reaching into your bag for your phone, dialling Jenna's number. Hopefully, she can bring your shoes in time.

Jenna pulls away her phone away from her ear, seeing an incoming call for you. She cuts off the man on her phone sighing, "Jacob. I have to go." Jacob stops her, "Jenna! I'm talking about something important."

Jenna takes a deep breath and clenches her fist in anger. "Suggesting an open marriage is important?! Are you fucking kidding me?" Jacob's voice rises on the phone, "Yes! Don't you think I have needs too?" Jenna's voice tightens, "No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just saying that's not the way to solve this problem." Jacob pauses for a moment before stammering, "Well, what do you suggest then?

"Oh, I don't know? Maybe coming to see your wife every now and then? Taking some time off to build a family like you said you were the past ten times." Jacob clenches his jaw on the other side of the phone, "You're not my wife."

Jenna's heart sinks. She swallows the lump in her throat and says, "No, I'm not. Because someone is too fucking busy to officially marry me. You don't understand how embarrassing it is. We've been fiancées for so long that my family has stopped asking when the wedding is."She takes a deep breath and resigns herself to the fact that it's just not going to happen.

She feels tears welling up, but she quickly composes herself. "Then you have the audacity to suggest an open marriage? You're an asshole."

She places down the phone, putting it on speaker before speaking again. "Fuck you! And fuck this ring!" She takes off the ring, roughly setting it down on the kitchen counter. "Jenna--" she quickly hangs up, not wanting to hear his voice anymore.

She begins to sob, her hands shaking as she covers her face with them. Her phone starts ringing, and it's you calling her again. She takes a few deep breaths before collecting herself and wiping away her tears. She takes a moment to compose herself before answering.

"Jen! Thank God, I forgot my shoes at the door. Could you bring them to me? I'm at school and I have a game." She sniffles into the phone, about to reply but you interrupt her. "Jenna? Are you okay?" She takes a deep breath. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'll be right there with your shoes." She hangs up and quickly grabs the shoes before rushing to school.

She arrives at the school and sees Eli, already on the court playing, but no sight of you. The woman recognizes your last name on your jersey, your back is turned towards her while you sit on the bench. Jenna takes a deep breath, smiles and jogs over to you, calling your name.

You turn around, surprised to see her. You jump up making your way to Jenna, a huge smile on your face. She hands you the shoes, and you bring her into a side hug. "Thank you so much," she nods in response. "Of course."

You stare at her, taking in her sad face and you can tell she has been crying. You set your shoes down, a slight frown on your face. "Are you okay?" Jenna nods her head, her lip trembling. She was doing a horrible job trying to convince you she was okay.

You wrap your arms around her and pull her close. You can feel her body shaking as she sobs into your shoulder. You squeeze her tighter, trying to offer her some comfort. You whisper reassuring words in her ear, letting her know she isn't alone. You stay there, hugging her until her body stops shaking.

She pulls away, wiping her eyes and shaking her head as she forces a smile on her lips. "Shit, I'm so sorry--" You interrupt her. "Don't apologize." You whisper softly, "It's alright, I'm here for you."

"You have a game to play." She whispers back, you shake your head. "You're more important than a high school game." She looks up into your eyes, her own still glistening with tears. "Thank you," she murmurs, and she takes a deep breath as her shoulders relax. You smile at her, and take her hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

You pull her back into a quick hug, pulling away and placing a kiss on the top of her head. You don't know why but you just wanted to before you let her go. She looks up at you, a small smile forming on her lips. "Go play," she says. You pick up your shoes nodding before asking, "Are you gonna watch?"

She shakes her head and pushes you away gently. "I'm more of a soccer fan but I'll support," she says. You take a few steps back, watching her for a few moments before turning away and running toward your coach. She smiles before finding a place to sit on the bleachers. Your coach calls a timeout, discussing a game plan to sub you in as your team is trailing 15 points.

Eli pats your back while you bend down to tie your shoes, looking away from your coach's whiteboard to spare a look into the crowd. His face lights up when he sees Jenna, waving at her.

It is Olivia that is seated in front of Jenna, and she thinks Eli is waving at her and her friends, so she reciprocates. Jenna smiles and waves back, but Olivia's face falls when she realizes Eli was not waving at her. Olivia turns away, trying to hide her disappointment. She forces a smile back onto her face and turns to her friends, pretending nothing had happened.

The ref informs your coach that his thirty seconds are about to come to an end, you all break out of the huddle and prepare to step onto the court. The whistle blows and the game begins. Both teams battle it out, and the crowd cheers as the energy of the game fills the air.

As Jenna's anxiety creeps up at the scoreboard, she reaches for her ring only to remember it's not there. Jenna quickly shakes her head and refocuses on the game. Clapping loudly as you steal the ball from your opponent.

You quickly pass the ball to Eli, who dribbles it to the basket and makes the shot. The crowd erupts in cheers for your team. You give Eli a pat on his back as he jogs back down the court.

It's the fourth quarter and your team is trailing by two points. Twenty seconds left on the clock. You walk up the court, calling out a play. Eli sets a screen for you and you run to the basket. Jumping off one foot, you go for the layup only to get fouled badly. You land hard but still manage to make the layup.

The crowd goes silent at the loud smack that could be heard around the arena. You stay laying on the ground, the pain coursing through your body. Jenna stands up from the bleachers, worry on her face. "Don't be hurt," she mutters to herself, repeating the three words to herself.

Chris, your teammate along with Eli jog over to you, helping you onto your feet. You take a deep breath and smile, letting your teammates know that you're okay. You give Jenna a wave and a thumbs up, and she visibly relaxes, sitting back down. Chris and Eli give you a pat on the back and the crowd cheers, relieved that you weren't seriously injured.

"Come on, make the free throw baby," Eli says, patting your back. You nod and make your way to the free-throw line. You take another deep breath, focus on the rim, and take the shot. The ball sails through the air and you hear the swish of the net. The crowd erupts and you turn to Eli who is grinning and giving you a thumbs-up. You can't help but smile back, proud of yourself for making the shot.

The opposing team is left with nine seconds on the clock, inbounding the ball and rushing it up the court. The opposing team takes a desperate shot, but it hits the backboard and rebounds out. The buzzer sounds and the game is won.

The home crowd erupts in cheers and the players on the winning team rush the court to celebrate their victory. The players hug and rejoice, thankful for the hard work they put in to secure the win. The losing team stands in silence, feeling the disappointment of the loss. They shake hands with their opponents, showing respect for the other team's effort. The game is over, and the winners bask in the glory of their victory.

As the other team walks into the guest locker room, you walk to the bleachers with a jolly smile on your face. You're staring at Jenna who smiles at you. She blows you a kiss and you dramatically drop your jaw holding a hand over your heart. She laughs, her eyes twinkling with delight. You can't help but feel your heart swell with joy, knowing that she understands your silly gesture of affection.

You jump as you feel a pair of arms wrap around you, Jenna's smile disappears as she watches you hug back the brunette girl. "Olivia! Hey," You say, pulling away from the hug. She smiles in response, resting a hand on your bicep. "You did so well!" Olivia laughs, her eyes twinkling in the arena lights. You glance back at Jenna, who watches you with a frown. You give her a small smile, and she tentatively smiles back.

Eli walks past the two of you, making his way up the bleachers to Jenna. You nod at Olivia's words but your eyes are on the two, Eli and Jenna embrace in a hug, and Eli whispers something in Jenna's ear that makes her laugh. Olivia notices your gaze and follows it. She turns back to you and raises an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.

You look away, feeling embarrassed for having been caught staring. "Are you going to the party tomorrow?" You ask, and Olivia nods. Before she could speak your excuse yourself, joining Eli and Jenna at the bleachers.

The three of you chat for a while, and when you turn back to look for Olivia, she's gone. "Hey, Jen. Enjoy the game?" Jenna grins. "Yeah, it was very intense." You smile in response, "Well, I had to keep you on your toes somehow."

Jen laughs, "You definitely did. I think I'm going to go grab a snack before heading home. Do you need a ride home?" You shake your head. "Yes, please." Jen smiles at you, "Okay. I'll be at the front entrance." She says and heads off to get a snack. Eli turns to you, smiling. "Did you see her ring?"

You furrow your eyebrows, not remembering as you weren't paying attention. "Uh, no?" Eli's smile widens, "Exactly! Oh my god, this is one of the best days of my life!" Eli claps his hands and jumps up from the bleacher. He looks around, noticing the stares they were getting from the students in the stands. He leans in and whispers, "Come on, let's get out of here."

They quickly make their way down the bleachers and into the locker room. You try to remember if Jenna actually wasn't wearing her ring, but you can't remember. You follow Eli out of the locker room, still wondering if you were wrong. "See you tomorrow, Y/N," Eli says, parting ways with you. You send him a nod, seeing Jenna walking toward the main entrance, you follow her, and the two of you walk toward her car.

Jenna gets to her car and you place your bags in the back before entering as well. Jenna puts on her seatbelt and looks at you. "Hungry?" she asks. You shrug, "Not really. I'll just eat something at home." Jenna starts the engine and pulls out of the parking spot. She turns to you and smiles. "You scared me when you fell."

You laugh and look away. "It was nothing, I'm fine. Just a way to get the ref to actually call it." Jenna nods and puts her attention back on the road. You glance at her hands on the steering wheel. She wasn't wearing her ring. Would she mind if you asked? You take a deep breath and decide not to bring it up. You turn your gaze back out the window, watching the scenery pass by. It's probably better to just let it go for now, especially since she was crying earlier.

"Are you feeling better?" You ask, turning your head to her. She quietly nods her head and you let out a relieved sigh. You both sit in silence, the only sound being the hum of the engine.

"I thought you didn't have a girlfriend." Jenna randomly says as her mind reminded herself of the girl hugging you after the game. You quickly look away, not wanting to make eye contact with her. You clear your throat, not sure how to respond. "It's complicated," you finally say. "Well-- it's not. She likes me but I don't like her. Remember what I said when we were out for lunch?"

Jenna looks back at the road in front of her, feeling a little embarrassed. She nods silently before clearing her throat. "Yeah, I remember," she says softly. She takes a deep breath and continues to drive, her mind racing with thoughts. Some of them are about you and the others are about Jacob.

It was obvious she wasn't happy in her marriage, but she was too afraid to take the next step and leave. She knew it would be hard and she wasn't sure if she was up to the challenge. She was also thinking about what Emma said. She's an adult. She can make her own choices. Plus, she seems respectful. Respectful? You were more than respectful, she thought. You were selfless and more mature than the adults she knew in her life.

Yes, it might have taken two weeks but at least you apologized. You didn't exactly do anything wrong, it was just a lack of thinking and communication. And the way you were ready to prioritize her over your game, her husband couldn't relate. You showed that you can put other people's needs before your own. That you can be considerate and thoughtful. It's a good sign that you're growing up and learning to think of others.

When she arrived at a red light her eyes looked at you. Your head turned toward the window. She shamelessly examined you, your jawline, your nose, your eyes, your hair. Everything about you was attractive. She felt a connection between the two of you like she had known you for a lifetime. She couldn't help but smile, her cheeks blushing from the warmth she felt. She wished the light wouldn't turn green, so she could keep admiring you.

The light changed its color unfortunately, she had butterflies in her stomach as she realized what she's been thinking about. She was infatuated by you, and badly. No more denying it.

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[phyrestartr]

Baby Crazy | Miguel x F!Reader

Miguel x Symbiote Host!Reader W/C: 1.8k

#SFW, mentions of trauma, mentions of past miscarriage, new beginnings, Miguel has baby fever, established relationship, fluff, comfort

Note: I'm trying to finish up and move on from a bunch of WIPs I have cluttering up my docs, so that's why I'm rapid-fire posting LOL. I have so many that are nearly done bro it's driving me insane!!!

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Something changed.

This hadn't happened before, the way he was acting, the way he was feeling. Everything around him, anything that even slightly hinted at kids, triggered the frenzy in Miguel’s brain; if Peter showed up at HQ with May in his arms, Miguel had a hard time leaving the room and ignoring them because–yes he wanted to hold her, god dammit, hand her over already, Parker.

Then there were the instances with Jess on missions; any time she got whipped around, Miguel flew to her in an instant, asking if the baby was okay before asking if Jess was okay. He knew they were both fine, but–but still.

And, Christ, when you held a baby, and that stoicism lifted from your beautiful face? It killed Miguel, made him fall even more in love with you if that was even possible. 

Fuck. He was so, so doomed. 

He'd never seen you so soft before. Just that little glimpse of your maternal instincts, your quiet gentility, dyed your partner’s blood in bright hues of hope and wonder. Because you were a hardened woman, someone the universe took great pleasure in beating on time after time. It was a wonder love could still find a home inside your bruised heart. Miguel had been there to see you before it all, and held you through most of the downfall, and when he’d missed things, you filled in the gaps for him; you were his greatest confidant, ranking high in Miguel’s mind with Lyla and Gabriel. 

You'd been there since the beginning as a cool, calm, collected reporter that'd do just about anything to get the next story for the papers. Miguel found you incredibly aggravating, and he would have had much less patience for you if he hadn't wanted to get in bed with you so much. And as it turned out, your insatiable curiosities would come to bite you in the ass as much as it would foster your bond to the scientist; you would become host to the symbiote, and he would become spliced with spider genetics. 

Spiderman. Venom. 

Who else could you turn to but each other? Who else would understand what it felt like to change in a split second, to endure what it meant to change? 

You'd both done your damndest to take it in stride, and now here you were, too many years later, stuck to each other like glue and hardened off into something hurt and impenetrable that just now started to ease into something soft and malleable. Miguel found he loved it. He loved you. 

And, shit, he wanted a goddamn baby with you. 

He watched you from the couch while you loitered in the kitchen, hair a mess and oversized sleep shirt hanging lazily off one shoulder as you willed yourself to get a pot of coffee going. Rosy eyes glanced down to your stomach. How tight would that shirt get when you were nine months? And what if you had twins? Miguel had confidence in himself, he figured he had the power to put two babies in you at once. Easy. No problem. Definitely doable and–

"Miguel?" You called from the kitchen with a croaky, groggy voice.

"Baby?" He blurted, the fever in his mind overtaking his mouth and sabotaging what he tried to say. 

You stared at Miguel as heat rose to his face. He didn't call you "baby." You didn't call him "baby." You had a right to be suspicious. And because you were you, you continued to stare, and stare, and stare like it was some kind of punishment done to make Miguel squirm in his seat (which succeeded). 

"I–uh, shit, sorry. You–say again?" 

You stared at him. 

"(Name), for the love of–stop, just stop. Please," he more or less begged as he rubbed his face. Maybe he could rub away the red staining his cheeks if he tried hard enough. 

"Hm." You collected the two mugs of coffee you'd prepared during Miguel's daydream, and brought them to the couch. "You've been thinking about babies a lot." 

Miguel took the mug with a soft thanks. "Well, it's hard not to with Jess and Peter around," Miguel deflected. 

You slipped your legs across his lap and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Mh." You sipped your coffee and held it with both hands to warm your chilled fingers. "Do you want–" 

"I think so." He looked at you, eyes big with a maelstrom of nerves and excitement dancing behind them as sparks fluttered in his chest. "Do you?" 

Your head tilted just slightly as you looked him over. "Mhm. Wanna do it now?" 

Miguel's palm magnetized to your thigh and squeezed. "Well, I think we've got time."

“Okay.” Miguel smirked and started to feel up your leg, his fingers dipping into the sleep shorts you wore. But then, you took out your phone, and paid no mind to his lustful touches. “What do you want?”

Miguel blinked. “What?” 

You stared at him again. “For breakfast.” 

“Oh.” 

“Mh.” You fidgeted with your phone between your fingers for a moment. “Oh. Did you…think I was talking about–?”

“No,” Miguel interjected. “I–I just thought you–maybe just–I, well. Maybe?” He swallowed and drummed his fingers against your leg. “Have you…thought about it?” 

The question held weight; he knew you’d thought about it, knew you lamented over it, even, because you lost a child just as he had. The memories swirling in your mind never rose to the surface, never burned into the history of the outside world, but Miguel knew they were there. He knew a late-term miscarriage could never be forgotten. 

“Mmh…” You slipped your legs off his lap and made slow work of tucking them into your sleepshirt, making yourself a blob. A very cute, sleepy blob. “We’ve thought about it,” you admitted, but didn’t expand. It gave Miguel hope, though. Clearly you’d mulled it over with your other half. 

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You nodded. 

Your partner nodded. His hand found its way onto the bump of your knee, and his thumb rubbed curious circles against you as he exercised patience, like a puppy sitting and waiting for a treat. You watched his hand on you, quietly admiring the veins and tendons proudly pushing against his skin, and the shift of muscle dancing under his movements as he soothed you.

“Are you ready?” You wondered softly. One of your hands slipped from your mug in favour of resting over his. “For a baby.” 

Miguel chewed his cheek for a moment and watched your hand, too, like avoiding each other’s gaze would somehow quash the trepidation, make it easier to admit what you both wanted and what you both feared. But Miguel, the man who didn’t always like what he had to do but knew what he had to do, bit the bullet and found your eyes. Your beautiful, perfect eyes. Maybe your shared joy would have them, too. 

“Yeah.” He scooted into your space and caressed your warm cheek with the backs of his knuckles. “If it’s with you,” he said, and turned his hand to cup your cheek with his palm, “I’m sure.”

The still, placid look of you melted, just the slightest bit, under the incalescence of your lover’s touch. Your lovely lips twitched a fraction, but the true smile, the one Miguel craved to see day after day, glowed in the colour of your eyes. 

“Hm.” You hummed softly as you nodded, thinking and deliberating with your other half. Your gaze wandered away from Miguel and to the side slowly, to the side she whispered in the most. Your eyes fluttered, then, gaze recentering and focusing on Miguel in front of you again. 

“Well?” He tucked some hair behind your ear only for you to un-tuck that same piece. Miguel tucked it back again, and this time, you let him. “What’s the jury say?”

You took a deep breath, and nodded. “We think we’re ready,” you murmured. You caught his hand and pressed a light kiss to his knuckles, treating him like the princess you knew he was. “If it’s with you, we’re sure.” And this time, you gave him a smile. 

Miguel’s heart erupted. His boyish grin hit you with the concentrated power of the sun before he all but dove into you, crushing you with a hug, and spilling coffee everywhere. You made some sort of strange noise, something between laughter and panic, as you fumbled with the mugs and set them down wherever you could while Miguel peppered you with affection. He kissed your de-blobbed body, first your collarbone and then between your breasts. He nuzzled there before taking a deep, deep breath of your scent and sighing, content.

“You’re weird,” you said as you carded your hands through his hair while he basked in the glory of your chest. 

He pulled his face out of heaven and rested his chin between the girls as he gazed up at you, eyes bleeding adoration and excitement. “Oh, what, I’m not allowed to be excited for a baby?” 

You pinched his nose and watched him scrunch up his face and suffer. “You’re just weird.” Your mean fingers found his eyebrows and pulled them. “I’m excited, too. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.” You let go of the hairs and smoothed them over with your thumbs. “About trying again.” 

That had Miguel’s attention. “You never mentioned it.” He tilted his head, resting his cheek against one plushy mound as he listened. 

“I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t know if I should.” You dragged your nails against Miguel’s scalp, and he closed his eyes with a pleased sigh. “I’m glad you did.”

Miguel hummed warmly. “Guess we were both a little scared, huh? Hah. Venom and Spiderman, afraid to talk about the future. Who woulda thought.” He picked his head up to look you in the eyes. “But at least that’s out of the way now.” 

“Mh. Now you can stop complaining about using condoms,” You said, deadpan. 

“I–you–look, you don’t get it–”

“Hm.”

“It feels different. Better. Like a real connection–”

“Hmm.” 

“And–okay, fine, I’d rather not have a shitty layer of rubber between me and you. What’s so wrong with that?” 

“Hmmm.”

“Vieja,” Miguel pleaded. 

You smiled, soft and quiet like drifting petals. “Like I said, you won’t need to complain about them anymore. Not for a while, anyway.”

Miguel bit your tit lightly, and you flicked his forehead. “Why don’t we not-complain right now?” 

“Hm.” 

“We have time to start round one of baby-making, yeah?” His smile, dangerous and hungry, split across his features again as his hands wandered up and under your shirt teasingly. “If we knock you up now, we’ll have a kid born in…what, February? Good start to a new year.” 

You thought about it more seriously than Miguel thought you would, if the narrowing of your brows and a sudden prolonged silence told him anything. You were probably mulling over the zodiacs for that month, though, deciding if you liked them enough to go for it. Even with your serious take on things, you still loved your astrology. 

“Hm. Okay.” But you plucked your phone off the ground and turned the menu you’d pulled up to Miguel. “Food first. Baby-making after.” 

He nodded. “Deal.”

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[shadowskulls-blog]

I also craving Sera x Fem reader, whether it's romantic or platonic, I need it-

Can we get NSFW Sera x Exorcist Reader?

Sera is trying to do her paperwork but the reader went under her desk and start eating her out.

Alright, I'm back. This made me come back and get motivated. Also, let me just say I'm terrible at build-up, so let's just get straight to the point

(Also, side note, this is probably shit but I need to post something. Also, I've been drained by life, so writing has become difficult for me to do, but I'm just at a low point, but I'm sure all will be all good soon) (also probably some word mistakes because my auto correct sucks ass and I'm too tired to look back)

Sera x Exorcist Reader.

(Nsfw)

Sera's hand shook with the feather quill in hand, making her once perfect handwriting turn more sloppy as the pleasure she felt overwhelmed her. Her curled up as the quill nearly broke in it. The pleasure she felt made her face hot, and her wings started to cave in around her.

Her six wings shook and moved slowly as every now and then, her feathers would puff up. As a beat of sweat would fall down her face.

Sera covered her mouth with her right hand, trying her best to hold back any moans or whimpers. Her finger tips pressing into her skin. Her eyes could barely stay open as her shoulders began to shiver a bit, that shiver going to her spine as her feathers ruffled a bit

It was hard to keep her eyes open and her voice low. Anyone could walk in and see you two like this. She didn't want anyone to hear her committing to these "sinful acts"

She never knew what to expect from you. The extermination day was always one that weighed on her shoulders and stressed her to no end. She never knew what to expect on this day, she didn't know what Adam would do. Anything could happen, and it always stressed her out. Along with the fact you're an exorcsit.

You would always be too excited on this day. Before and after the extermination. You'd always come back filled with energy. Blood on your clothes and mask as you'd always come to Sera first.

With Sera stressed to the very core and the fact you're at a all time high... it always ended in these "sinful acts" ... but she couldn't help but be pleasured by you...

So when you took of your mask, showing that smirk on your face and got under her desk... she knew what to expect...

Sera moaned into her hand as she felt your tongue against her clit. Her hand finally letting go of the quill and resting on her desk, only for her nails to dig into the wood. Making lines in the wood

Sera let a tiny moan into her hand as shoulders shook. Sending a shiver down her body as you felt her body shake. You chuckled as you let go of her soaked pussy, her precum sticking to your lips as you let your tongue back into your mouth.

"Getting to you seraphim?" You chuckled a bit as you looked up at Sera. Your hands squeeze at her thighs a bit. Sera's wings ruffled a bit as she opened her eyes to look down at you with a glare.

You and Sera both knew this was unholy, but that didn't stop you from getting her annoyed with reminding her about it. You already did unholy acts with killing sinners once a year, so it didn't really affect you, but Sera...

It's a whole different story.

"Don't. I don't care about that right now. So don't remind me -" Sera was saying as she continued to look down at you, but you smirked up at her with your head moving back in. You let your tongue out and shoved it into her pussy

Sera's eyes widened as she covered her mouth again, letting a moan escape as her wings ruffled up, making a couple of her extra eyes come out of her wings as she leaned back in her chair.

Her left hand made claw marks in the wood as her fingers curled up into a fist. Making her hand shak as her legs tensed up, making them move a tiny bit but, your hands kept her legs pushed apart as your hands squeezed them gently.

Your tongue moved slowly as your mouth moved against her. Getting every taste of her. Your light hums seemed to give her a slight more pleasure as her body began to shiver all over. Her face grew hotter as her moans were getting harder to hide.

Soon, Sera felt her lower body get hot as she felt like she was gonna break any minute. The way your mouth moved licked and sucked at her. Sera's hand then went to your head. Her large hand gripped onto your head as she pushed your head more into her

"Don't stop" Sera moaned out, moving her hand away for a second but a moan came out as she tried to cover her mouth again. You chuckled a bit as you continued to move your tongue in her. Feeling her clench every.

You sucked a licked as your hands moved against Sera's thighs, slightly massaging her thighs. Sera's hand tightened on your head as her fingers intertwined with your hair. You can feel her shaking, and you can hear her moans get louder as she leaned her head back.

Sera's moans grew louder as her hand held the back of your head tightly, her body tensed up as she tried her best to muffle her moans. But it was proofing not to work anymore as she was close to reaching her limit.

"Oh my goodness," Sera spoke into her hand as she felt her climax about to come. You smiled as you speeded up your moments. Your lips sucked and moved as you felt the back of your head get pushed as Sera's fingers gripped at your head

Sera muffled into her hand as she cummed around your tongue, her hips bucking as she tried her best to hide her moans but, they were still loud. Her back arching as her wings stretched out, along with multiple eyes being formed.

You hummed with you closing your eyes and swallowing any bit of cum Sera released. Your hands gently creased her thighs as you pulled away, your tongue falling out as you whipped off your mouth.

"How was that high-ranking seraphim?" You said with a smirk as you let your head rest against her thigh, only for Sera to grab you by your exorcsit uniform and kiss you. Her hands gripped tightly at your uniform as she let go of this kiss

"Don't. Or I'll throw you out of this office without you getting a turn, " Sera said as she looked down at you, along with all her other eyes staring at you. You blushed bright as you raised a hand up to go in one of her curls

"You're so damn beautiful," you said with a smile as you couldn't care if this was unholy. Sera's eyes widened a bit as she looked down at you with a shocked expression. Not expecting that answer, but....

She really couldn't care either.

Sera pushed away any paperwork she was doing as she flicked her hand to lock the door as she pushed you onto the desk. Your eyes widened as you looked up at Sera. Your face blushed bright red as she stood up slowly.

"And so are you. But without clothes... I think you'll look more beautiful, " Sera said as her hand gripped at your uniform. Her eyes glowed a bright cyan as she smiled down at you.

Ready switch turns.

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Again, sorry if it was written poorly, but thanks for reading more is coming. I swear on it. I'm just tired as fuck

#hazbin hotel #sera hazbin hotel #sera x reader #I'm so fuckin tired

[foranpo]

ੈ˚☆ 10:21pm.

˚ʚ b.stray.dogs. ˚ʚ ranpo. ˚ʚ fluff.

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

Ranpo caressed your face, the lightness of his touch cradling you in a symphony of comfort and passion. There was security wrapped around his fingertips, an unspoken promise of everlasting love.

It was rare such act coming from him. Not just because of the grace of his movement, but because of Ranpo's initiative. It was him who brought his fingers to your face with the uncertainty of a stray cat. It was him who caressed your skin with the tenderness of the first rays of spring sun. It was Ranpo by himself, and himself only, who decided to give you a little more affection and comfort.

"I think I could get used to this."

You let out a small laugh to ease your words, a little nervous at Ranpo's reaction, never quite sure how he might act to your displays of affection.

He was complex, indeed. Never saying much and showing even less. It was complicated reading Ranpo, trying to understand what was on his mind, heart, soul. He wouldn't give you any clues, always too afraid to show too much, always too afraid of getting hurt in a situation neither of you had any control over.

But that night was different. That night, Ranpo made the first move when he called you to his house. That night, Ranpo ignored his fear by asking you to lie down next to him. That night, Ranpo was ready to shed all his fears and insecurities.

That's why he let your words roam around his room, settling between drawers and books, allowing them to know his room, as if it were theirs, as if it were yours.

The silence was ethereal. Flooding the room in a sea of tranquility with waves of serenity, that silence was like a blanket for you, covering you, protecting you, uniting you. Ranpo's thumb continued to caress your face, his eyes memorizing, once again, every feature and imperfection of your face, your hearts beating as one.

You didn't know what paradise meant or how it was constituted, but that night, lulled by Ranpo's affection, you could have sworn you were in paradise.

"I..."

Ranpo spoke quietly. Bizarre. He spoke almost in a whisper, as if confessing a secret to you, afraid that someone else would hear him, even though it was just the two of you at his house.

"I... Hm..."

Ranpo was nervous. Strange. He searched within himself for dialogues read in books and repeated in films, something that would help him articulate what was really in his soul at that moment.

"I think... Hm."

Ranpo took a deep breath before speaking again. Clearly. With the certainty and conviction that was characteristic of him and that you loved so much.

"I think I can love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Doubt.

"I think I'm willing to love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Uncertainty.

"I think I love you."

Pause.

Silence.

Realization.

Ranpo had stopped caressing your face, the night had stopped being silent and, in the middle of the paradise of Ranpo's room, you realized the words he had said to you. The secret he declaimed to you. The confession he entrusted you.

A confirmation of love.

A memory of stories lived.

A promise of eternal tenderness.

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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[ffeelann]

HELLO THERE! 👋

Can you do a fluff rindou fic??? Where the reader pulls out a cheating prank on him? Thank you!!! I love your stories!!!! 💓

a/n: omg ty so much😭😭😭😭✨✨✨ uni is taking some time but I LOVE TAKING REQUESTS It makes me Happy yay. Btw I was súper sad while writing this but I ended up feeling better so💋THANK YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE.

Commissions and tips open too!!!

Warning: cheating prank(?, treaths but just a little, fluff, gn reader bc i'm used to it now.

—Ah, no. I wouldn't like to have you there— Rindou explained. He was, in fact, worried about you. He would have never wanted you to get hurt into some...thing? Some situation he would never love to put into words in your company.

But, sometimes, you could forget how he was when he first met you and, of course, how he was when he attracted you first.

—Uh, sure. He said he'd want me anywhere, anytime— you said, taking away your jacket and placing it into the closet.

It was just a tiny little immature comment. Everyone has them. Just a little joke you act out because it would suit the non existent script wonderfully.

But he was not answering.

He would have.

—what? Why do you stare like that?

—the fuck is 'he'?

—who?

—the one's who does wants you...?

—oh, so you don't want nor like me? Okay...

Rindou placed his hand on his face, hiding himself from the judgement of the moment. You knew you were just playing, but apparently he didn't.

He usually did, though. But... maybe those things he wanted to protect you from were... real stuff you needed to be protected from. Maybe that was making him stressed.

—y/n...

All Rindou could feel and see was his hand, until you took it away from his face to kiss his fingers and sit on his lap just to hug him more comfortably.

—It's a joke, it's a joke. There is no he. You're him.

He kissed your neck, burying his face on your shoulder.

—I hate you sometimes...— he said, caressing your back trought your shirt. You were always... you. And he could never be mad at someone who was just like you.

—no you don't, i'm funny funny.

—no I don't. And, by the way, funny the way I'd beat the shit out of...— "me?" You said, accentuating the jokingly tone without doing a single move. He would never touch a single hair of yours— y/n...

—I know, I know. I'll stop being funny funny.

You kissed his chin softly.

—don't. You can be funny funny. If someone does want to beat your ass, I'll make sure they can't.

You cupped his face on both your hands, caressing it with your thumbs. He wouldn't admit it, but if you stopped doing that for any random reason in the future, he'd be so lost.

—Rindou.

—what?

—can we just have a one cute couple moment without any random treaths to people who doesn't actually exist? I'd like to spend more time with you before you go...— when you said that, he kissed your hands, still caressing his face.

—sure. Are you hungry?

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i know you touched on it a little at the end of the chapter but i'm SO curious about what was going through Wednesday's head during the hospital visit- especially when Birb left the room- because GOD am i a sucker for soft!Wednesday and her reading to Nicky was PEAK softness

if you're planning on going more into detail in the future you can totally ignore this

Just for you, bestie, I'll put a drabble for you down below 😌

Wednesday was in shock. Beyond shock, actually because how had you managed to keep this from her? An entire person? Yes you had told her about your brother Nicky before, and she didn't claim to know you better than anyone else, but she wracked her brain and knew you had not told her about this. And call her insane, but this seemed like something that would have come up eventually.

He looked like you. That was the thought on her mind while you told stories. She was listening to you, of course she was, but he looked like you. It was in his hair, the curve of his nose, the shape of his eyes. You both had the same jawline and slender fingers. Did he have your eyes as well?

You were different as you started reading from the book in your hands. There wasn't that happy, carefree tone to your words. Don't get her wrong, you read wonderfully; you voiced each character differently and spoke effortlessly. But she could see the way your eyes would constantly dart to where Nicky was resting, almost as if you were hoping to catch him awake even if only for a moment.

She noticed the tears in your eyes as you quickly excused yourself to get some coffee.

Only once you were gone did Wednesday realise that she was left alone in a room with your brother. And in a surprise twist of fate, she had no idea what to do. What did you do while you were there, when it was just you and Nicky? Did you do this same thing, talking and then reading? Or did you sit in silence, listening only to the heart monitor and ventilator?

Well, she knew one thing; judging by the amount of books in the room, you read to him. A lot. And reading was something that she considered herself good at. So she stood up and moved to grab the book from your seat, quickly sitting back down and finding where you had stopped.

"She needs a bookmark," Wednesday mumbled aloud. Could Nicky hear that? Would he have laughed before agreeing with the statement? She didn't know, but she was going to act like she had.

As she read the book - she didn't have near the theatrics you did - she thought. Thought about why you had kept this from her. Of course she understood it couldn't have been easy, judging by what you had told her you blamed yourself. "I made him take me," you had said. But why would you have not told her? Surely it was a terrible burden to bear on your own.

Her heart was nearly beating out of her chest when she saw you walk into her line of vision and sit down in the chair. Your back was stiff and you held the coffee in both hands, and you had a look on your face. She tried not to focus on you, instead trying to read the words as eloquently as possible. After all, she now had a bigger audience.

And when you finally relaxed and leaned back into your chair, your eyes still glued to her, she was filled with a sorrow that she seldom felt. You had been the bearer of this struggle, this suffering for four years. Four impossibly long years, if she were to guess.

She would not let you bear it alone any longer.

#everyone but her au #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader

[geralts-yenn]

Believe in Me - Chapter 6

chapter warnings: none? Maybe talk about violence? Vampire bite?

word count: 2,7k

A/N: sorry it took me so long! I was a little distracted by some other Melot. But now I'm back, focusing on this! I decided to split this chapter, else we'd be again at like 7k, and you would have waited another two weeks. Hope it's okay for you...

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Maria sat on the couch, her mug clenched between her hands. She had stopped crying and shaking at some point but she was still completely in shock.

“I think we need to talk.” The voice was hoarse, almost a whisper, not the confident tone with a hint of mischief that she was used to from him. She turned her head to him and nodded to show him to go on.

Charles moved to sit on the edge of the couch and licked his upper lip.

“We really didn't think she was in danger. Not like that. I was there to protect her. But I would have never thought…” His voice broke. 

Maria couldn't hold back her anger.

“And what was my role in all of that? Was I there to protect her, too? How could I have done that? And wouldn't it have been a good decision to tell me beforehand?” Maria's heart beat got faster with every word. She was so, so mad at those vampires. She told Aurora that she'd be safe but she wasn't, because of them. 

Charles moved on the couch to get closer to her. He fiddled with his hands, trying to find the right words.

Even with all the anger filling her chest, she had to smile at that. She would have never believed to see Charles like this. And somehow it got to her, to see the usually so big-headed vampire vulnerable.

"Maria, I would have never put you in danger knowingly. Not Aurora and not you. Look, Aurora definitely has some effect on Melot. I have never seen him act like that with any woman. It's like he is under her spell. And so I assumed that her blood only has that effect on him. Well, guess I was wrong.” He sank his head. 

“What’s happening when you feed on her?” Maria still hadn’t fully understood the events of the night.

Charles explained to her what Melot had told him. What it felt like to drink Aurora’s blood. And he had to admit to her that they absolutely had no clue why it was like that.

“That’s scary somehow.” Maria concluded. “If the wrong vampires feed on her, she is like...” Maria searched for the right word, but Charles came to help her:

“She is a weapon. A very dangerous weapon.”

“Fuck! That’s not good!” Maria was more concerned than ever for her friend. “She had hard times with her family. She’s so incredibly insecure. Never had anyone on her side. And I thought that bringing her to the club would give her some confidence. And now I got her into an even bigger mess than before.”

Charles took Maria’s hand. “It’s not your fault. How could you have known?” He let out a sad chuckle. “Those two really have searched and found each other. Melot has been trying for centuries to get some appreciation from August, getting more and more insecure and frustrated with every failed attempt. I actually liked seeing him happy for a change.” 

Maria repeated the sad chuckle. “And now they are both in the middle of a bigger catastrophe than ever.”

Maria looked deep into Charles' crimson eyes. “They need our help, Charlie. There are not many people they can count on. Can you promise me to be there for them?” 

He squeezed Maria's hand that he was still holding as he answered her. “I will, and I won't fail, like tonight. I'm not the selfish prick people think I am.” 

Maria wrapped her arms around him and mouthed a small thank you, then moved away from him just as fast. Charles' features softened as he looked at her. Then he got up and walked to the kitchen. 

“We'll get it sorted out. I give you that promise." He peeked at her from behind the refrigerator door. "Can I make you breakfast? You should eat something”

Maria grimaced jokingly. “I won't eat anything that got prepared on THAT kitchen counter!”

The first thing Aurora saw when she opened her eyes was Melot's face hovering over her. She smiled nervously. “What are you doing, Melot?” 

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, and his index finger followed her features from her temple down to her chin. “Just admiring the most beautiful woman I ever lay my eyes upon.” He sank down to press a soft kiss on her lips.

So they started their day the way they had ended the last one. With kisses and smiles and touches. But after some time, Melot pulled out of Aurora’s arms. 

“Do you feel good enough to talk to me?” he asked carefully, and Aurora nodded in response. 

Melot sat up, resting his shoulders on the backrest of the bed. “First of all, I need to apologize! I would have never let you go to the club if I had known that something like this would happen.” The look on his face melted Aurora’s heart. 

“I know that, Melot! It’s okay.” She sat beside him, her legs on his lap.

“Just tell me what exactly is going on and then we will try to find a solution, right?” She looked at him with wide eyes.

Melot couldn’t believe his luck. Not only he had finally found someone that he really cared for, she felt the same for him too. She liked him so much that she forgave him, even when he had made one mistake after the other, ever since he had met her. It was time to make things right.

And so Melot started to tell Aurora what happened when he had fed on her. He didn’t spare any detail and when he came to the point where he had to admit that he had almost drained her, his lips were trembling and he lost his ability to speak for a moment. Tears were gathering at the corner of his eyes. Aurora watched him calmly and brushed her palm over his cheek. 

But Melot couldn’t keep his composure any longer. He pulled Aurora into his arms and pressed her into his chest. Sobbing, he told her:

“When Charles called and told me what happened, I thought I had left you to get killed. The urge to drink from you was so strong for me. Someone who didn’t know you, who didn’t love you,... I couldn’t believe they'd be able to stop.” Melot shook his head as he thought about the moment where he almost lost Aurora.

The confession that had slipped Melot should have scared Aurora. It was way too soon to speak of love. But she couldn’t blame him. She felt the same for him. Her mouth crashed onto his, his lips still trembling as her tongue brushed over them. But her kiss soothed him, she felt how the tension in his muscles slowly faded and he relaxed in her arms.

A knock on the door stopped them before they could deepen their kiss. Aurora moved away from Melot, feeling like a teenager getting caught. Melot went to open the door and Aurora saw a Charles that looked stern as never before. 

“August is back. He expects you in his office, now, both of you” Without waiting for an answer, he turned and left. Melot held out his hand for Aurora to take. “Can you walk?” he asked, concerned. Aurora nodded, but as she got up, she felt nausea rising in her chest. Her hand shot up to her mouth and the next second Melot was holding out a bottle of water to her.

His inhuman speed was something that she still had to get used to, but at the moment she really appreciated it. She took some small sips from the water, and then, after a deep breath, she was able to move. Melot wrapped his arm around her waist.

“I wish you would have met him in a different setting. Don’t be afraid of him, okay? He’s intimidating, but he’s not evil. He won’t do you any harm. And I’m with you.”

The fact that Melot felt urged to ease Aurora made her dread even more what was about to happen.

In August’s office, Charles and Maria were already waiting. The vampire king himself wasn’t present yet. Maria took Aurora in her arms as soon as she entered the room. Melot felt naked without her in his arms, but it was only a second that he could sulk over this, before he heard August huff as he entered his office. 

His presence filled the room immediately. Aurora couldn’t help herself, it felt as if it got instantly colder and a shiver ran down her spine. Melot and Charles both sank their head to a small bow, and Maria and Aurora both decided to do the same.

“Sit down, everyone!” August bellowed and sank onto the padded armchair behind his desk himself. Aurora sat on the chair beside Melot and finally dared to set her eyes on the king. He was the most gorgeous person she had ever seen. His face was sculpted in perfection. And his eyes stared deeply into her soul.

Aurora felt the urge to kneel before him and ask him for forgiveness, even though there was nothing she needed him to forgive. As Melot took her hand, she came back to her senses.

August’s eyes went from Aurora to Maria, and he lifted his eyebrow. “Who is she?” he asked. It didn’t sound offensive, just curious. Charles’ look fell on Maria for a second too, before he looked at his uncle again to answer him. “This is Maria, you must have seen her in the club. She’s with me!” That surprised both Aurora and Maria, but neither of them dared to make a sound.

August seemed to be satisfied with that short explanation. “Whatever! Now, can someone please tell me what the hell happened last night in my club? What kind of vampire was this that almost took out Syverson AND Marshall?” His eyes went back to staring down Aurora. “And what does SHE have to do with it?”

It was Melot’s turn to answer. “That vampire, he freaked out after he fed from Aurora. He was trying to drain her. And he was stronger and faster than a normal vampire.” Aurora started shaking as her thoughts went back to what happened at the club.

August shut his eyes for a moment, as they were rolling back in his head. “And how do you explain that, nephew?” The room was silent for a brief moment, although for Aurora, it felt like hours.

“Her blood has that effect on us. When I fed on her, I could hardly stop, and I felt invincible as long as I drank from her.” August interrupted Melot by crashing his palms onto his desk.

His voice was cold as ice. “And why exactly didn't you tell me about this earlier? WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT TO HAPPEN IN THE CLUB? WITH STRANGERS FEEDING FROM HER?” August's anger was terrifying, even for Charles and Melot that were used to his sour mood.

Melot was frozen, unable to go on, so Charles tried to help him. “Melot and I, we thought Aurora had this effect only on Melot. She influences him in other ways, too.” Charles wasn't quite sure how to explain it without hurting Aurora. August seemed to be puzzled for a moment. “Maybe the other vampire was 'influenced' by her, too?” It was clear that August understood quite well what Charles meant. He had seen Melot's reaction to Aurora, too. But Charles shook his head. “Syverson interrogated him and he swears he felt nothing for Aurora, except the urge to drink more from her blood.”

August nodded. Aurora couldn't help the feeling that he knew exactly what was going on and just dragged this whole thing out to torture his nephews and her. 

“Show me your wrist, child!” He rounded his desk and squatted down in front of Aurora. His presence and his scent so near to her made Aurora feel the same way as earlier, when she laid her eyes on him the first time. She wanted to obey him, wanted to please him. 

She presented her wrist and August's slender fingers brushed over her skin. Her skin that didn't show any wounds, just two little red spots, barely visible.

Another nod from August. “Let me taste you!” Aurora's eyes shot to Melot in panic. She couldn't let him bite her. She couldn't go through this once more.

But August grabbed her chin and turned her face to look at him. His eyes were glowing deep red with some sparks of amber. “You don't have to be afraid, child. My discipline is not comparable to that of some ordinary vampire. You'll be safe with me.” His deep voice reverberated through her whole body, down to her bones. And to Aurora's surprise, her fear was gone. 

August’s bite wasn’t as gentle as Melot’s, but it also wasn’t the nightmare that happened with the vampire in the club. After just a small sip, August’s mouth left Aurora’s wrist again. He licked over his fangs, a frown forming on his forehead.

“Interesting! I haven’t tasted this in centuries. And I haven’t heard that a new one was living among us.” A smile formed on his face. Aurora’s heart was racing in her chest, she wanted to beg August to finally tell what the hell was going on. But Melot got impatient with the cryptic words of his uncle, too.

“A new what? August, could you please be a little more precise? You know, none of us has the ability to read your mind.” It was bold to speak to August like that, but Melot just couldn’t hold back any longer. He was about to snap if he didn’t finally learn what was going on with the woman he loved.

August threw his head back and laughed. “Melot, Melot, Melot! You have no idea what a present you gave me with your little toy.” He was towering over Aurora with a satisfied grin on his face. Melot and Maria wanted to speak up against August talking of Aurora as a ‘toy’ but the king was faster to resume his speech than they could voice their protest.

“Your lover is so much more than just an ordinary girl.” His finger pushed Aurora’s chin up to look at him. “Who are your parents, child?” Aurora was confused. “My mom died two years ago in a car accident, and my dad is a car mechanic. I… I don’t understand!”

August went back to sit on his chair. He cocked his head, looking at Aurora, and he finally decided to explain.

“If your mother died, then it must be your father. Your real father. Because I doubt a god would work as a mechanic.” August chuckled at the thought of it. “You, Aurora, are a half-goddess. - Oh, I want to know who of them knocked up a human. It’s been so long since that happened.” 

Charles and Melot exchanged looks. They were dreading what was coming next.

“The blood of half-gods is something very precious to vampires, my dear child. It increases all of our abilities, makes us stronger, faster, almost impossible to kill. Whoever is allowed to drink your blood will be the most powerful being on this planet. I am beyond grateful that my nephew found you and brought you to my home.” Aurora turned to Melot and saw the painful expression on his face. Her heart broke when she realized what this had to mean.

“Aurora, you are welcome as my guest. You won’t be allowed to leave this place, of course. That would be too dangerous for you. And you won’t let my nephew feed from you. No one will, except me. This might sound unfair to you, but I promise I do this to keep you safe. If other vampires learn about your existence, there will be war! And if they get you, you won’t be their guest, you will be their prisoner.”

Tears fell from Aurora’s cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. She was just a college girl, she wasn’t something special. They must have made a mistake. She couldn’t be the reason to fight over, a reason for a war! But the concerned looks of Charles and Melot made her realize that this wasn’t a mistake, or a joke or some stupid game. August spoke the truth. And her life wouldn’t ever be the same. She was supposed to be August’s ‘guest’. Which meant she was a prisoner after all. A bird in a golden cage. 

Part 7

#believe in me #vampire au #vampire!melot #vampire!charles #vampire!august #melot x ofc

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Better Together

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

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"Oh my fucking God, Bailey. You are infuriating." She crossed her arms across her chest, and all I could was smirk and hold my hands up in mock surrender.

"I didn't do anything, sweetheart." I could see the fire in her eyes when I called her sweetheart.

She took a few steps towards me, but I didn't move.

Not even when she poked my chest with her finger. "Do not call me sweetheart, you arrogant bastard."

"Will you two cut it out and act like you like each other for just two seconds." I didn't even look to see who said that. My gaze just focused on her.

"Truce?" I held my hand out, waiting for her to take it or slap it away. She looked between my hand and my eyes.

"Fine, but I will not shake your hand. I have no idea who you have touched with it." She spun on her heels and walked down the hall, away from me.

"Tough break, Bailey." Drew said to me as he clasped my shoulder.

I shrugged him off, muttering that I had no idea what he was talking about.

But he knew I liked her. I have ever since the first moment I laid eyes on her, but for some reason, she just doesn't like me.

She never gave me a chance, and now we can't go one minute without arguing, and we can argue about anything.

One time, we actually argued about which ice cream flavour was best. We now are not allowed to discuss any type of food without someone there to make us stop arguing.

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I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. One minute, she was standing in the corner of the ring, her hand stretched out waiting to be tagged in by her partner.

Once she was tagged in, she hoped over the ropes, doing what she did best. She is a flyer and one of the best, in my opinion. Her opponent rolled out of the ring and stood on the outside, walking around taunting her and teasing her.

I know these two actually don't get along. They never have, so the moment her opponent stuck up her middle finger at her, she ran and jumped through the ropes, just like she had done hundreds, if not thousands of times.

But this time, something happened.

Something that had the whole damn backstage, crew and fans gasping.

Her head, shoulder, and arm hit the barrie, and she hit the ground.

Not moving.

Before I knew what the hell I was doing, I was running down the ramp from backstage towards her. Beating the medical staff.

I didn't touch her as I kneeled next to her, but I could tell that her arm was broken.

Her eyes were fluttering, but not in a way that would have waking up.

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Fuck, she has a concussion. I must have said that part out loud because the fans closest to us, started to mutter.

The medical staff took her to the back to look her over. I followed right behind, worried out of my damn mind.

"She needs to be taken to the local hospital. She will need to get tests done on her head and her arm." I heard from the side. I was standing with Drew, Bobby, and David.

I was going to be sick. Watching her get loaded into the back of the ambulance.

I actually turned around and walked away from everyone, worried about them seeing me break down. I found a spare garbage can and emptied the contents of my stomach.

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I waited, each day to see if I should go and see her. We were told she would be leaving the hospital tomorrow but will be out for a long time.

Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself standing outside her hospital room, only three days after everything that happened.

I knocked on the door, waiting to see if I could come on.

"Come in." Came her soft voice.

I opened the room, excepting for her to throw something at me when she saw who it was.

"Hi Bailey." She gave me a small smile.

"Hi." I softly said, returning the small smile.

"Is that for me?" She pointed with her good arm and the stuffed dragon I had in my arms.

"Yes. I figured you have got enough flowers from everyone and bears that this is just something a bit different." I put the stuffed dragon down with the rest of the gifts.

I turned back and looked at her, and she was looking at me, like she had never seen me before. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. I guess I'll leave now." It was a mistake coming here. I went to leave the room when her voice stopped me.

"Thank you for being there, Bailey." I turned around and looked at her, wondering what she remembers.

"I thought I saw you, leaning down next to me, but I wasn't sure. April told me."

"It was nothing." I tried to play it off as I took the empty seat next to her bed.

"It was something. Here I was, thinking you hate me." I cut her off. "I don't hate you. I never have."

"I know that now. You see me as a friend."

I was shaking my head no. I'm done with hiding how I feel. I could have lost her.

"I don't see you as a friend, love. I never have." I didn't realise I called her love.

"Then what so you see me as?"

"You know I am not good with my feelings."

"Well, thank you for the dragon, Bailey. Have a good afternoon." She went cold. I could hear it in her voice.

"You want me to say it? Fine, I will. I care about you. You, the woman who drives me up the wall. The woman who makes me want to rip out my hair." Our eyes locked, and I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding.

"The woman who I have fallen for. The woman who I believe has stolen my heart."

"Bailey," She stuttered my name.

"You don't have to like me back, but let us put our differences aside and be friends."

"Will you let me talk! I fucking love you too."

I was for once in my life, too stunned to speak.

"Really?"

"Yes. I just heard you got around, and I didn't want my heart broken."

I grabbed her good hand and squeezed it. "If you will have me, I am yours, and yours alone, love."

"How about a date, at least?" She questioned.

"I'll take you home tomorrow, okay? I'll pick you up here, and we will grab food and take it to your place. Movies, TV Shows. Anything." Not my idea of a first date, but I now do not want to spend a second without her.

"Sounds good."

I leaned over the hospital bed and kissed her lips gently. I know her head is still sore. I felt her smile into the kiss, making my heart feel like it was going to beat out of my chest, like I am some teen having their first kiss.

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Some hcs that reader (with a gholdengo and drifblim) who takes care of pecharunt after the events of mochi mayhem.. pecharunt tries to get the reader to eat one of its mochi bc it doesn't think reader is their friend unless reader eats the mochi but reader always tells it "im your friend buddy i promise u" but will bonk its head if it tries to get other people to eat the mochi

((I am a strong pecharunt appologist))

After Gholdengo and Drifblim helped you defeat Pecharunt back in Kitakami....the next step was to become its friend and show it all the love that it's been denied for so long.

According to one of the elders, there was more to the story about the Loyal Three and Ogerpon and why they sought after her masks all those years ago, but most of it was omitted from books.

Apparently Pecharunt was only obeying the wishes of its owners that it fed mochi to, and in trying to fulfill their request, the mission winded up turning into something quite tragic for everyone involved.

Hearing that tale made you feel a bit more sympathetic when it came time to properly introduce the mythical to your two aces.

Immediately it thinks it's gonna get another beat down and flings mochi at them in self-defense....but your Gholdengo just blocks them with their skateboard while one bounces harmlessly off of Drifblim's body.

"Stop that, Pech...there's no battle going on here. We're not gonna hurt you. You're safe."

Pecharunt spins around to face you, seeing that you're currently preparing a sandwich on the picnic table.

Before you could finish putting the bread on top (unless you feel like leaving it off), it gently sets down one or two mochi atop the other ingredients, looking at you expectantly.

Only to throw a fit when you instead calmly remove them.

"I'm sorry. I just have to make this sandwich a specific way...but a mochi sandwich does sound tasty.."

"...cha..cha..." It retreats into its shell, looking gravely upset.

You know it didn't mean any harm by it...but one of your partners thought otherwise.

"Dengo!"

"Blimmm.."

You see Drifblim trying to discourage Gholdengo from throwing coins at the poor poison type, but knowing your ghost/steel type..they're petty and think Pecharunt is bad news all around.

They're pretty much saying "well let's see how they like having stuff thrown at them!"

Fortunately, you manage to calm everyone down, gently shooing your 'mons into playing elsewhere before looking for Pecharunt...who was hiding underneath the table, shaking.

You simply sit on the ground and talk to it that way, explaining that you learned about its past and understood why it acts the way it does.

"You don't have to give me mochi in order to get me to like you. We're already friends."

"Run..?"

"Listen, you've spent your whole life trying to please others. You feel like you owe them something, and you're afraid that if you stop giving, they won't love you anymore. But you don't have to worry about that here. My friendship doesn't come with a price, Pecharunt." You smile and hold out your arms. "Except maybe...a hug? And a promise to stop possessing my human friends?"

"........."

"In turn, I'll protect you and make sure you never feel lonely again. Does that sound like a deal?"

Given its hesitance to even look you in the eye, you're unsure if Pecharunt was ready to be this open with you so soon, or if it was afraid you were just lying...

Yet it was quickly moved to tears as it floats into your arms, allowing you to embrace it closely.

You're glad you two could finally come to an understanding.

This mythical 'mon wasn't evil at heart..just misguided in its drive for love and affection.

Now it didn't have to worry about losing yours anymore.

#AUGH i love pecharunt even more now 💔 #clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #mochi mayhem x reader #pecharunt #gholdengo #drifblim #headcanons

[chuckwon]

Concept: Jack Kline was turned into an Ostium

And looking at how the Ostium was used in the season finale further underscores what will be needed in the future for the story to move forward, and for Jack and his family to heal.

Let's go through it:

LATA: Our box has a name. They call it the Ostium.

CARLOS: Oh. Latin for "an opening in the body." What, didn't any of you guys ever go to Sunday School? ...So is that thing organic? Is it a mouth or... [chuckles] any other kind of hole?

LATA: Let's just stick with a mouth, please.

ADA: So this box eats monsters?

–SPNWIN 1x07, "Reflections"

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ADAM: It's one of my ribs, dude. Everything can contain the spark of the divine, but this puppy? It's packing enough punch to create life. Or, in your case, destroy God.

SERAFINA: Jack, making your vessel strong, reclaiming your human soul, it was... it was all preparing you for this.

JACK: What'll it do to me?

ADAM: Start an elemental chain reaction. It fuses your soul and your grace into a... Like a...

SERAFINA: Metaphysical supernova.

DEAN: Meaning what?

ADAM: You'll collapse into a living black hole for divine energy. One nothing can escape—not the darkness, not God himself. But once it starts... you can't stop it. So, don't use 'til game time. You dig?

–SPN 15x17, "Unity"

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Dean: All that prep work we did to turn Jack here into a cosmic bomb? Oh. Well, it turned him into sort of a power vacuum. He's been sucking up bits of power all over the place.

–SPN 15x19, "Inherit the Earth"

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"A living black hole for divine energy" / "a power vacuum" is akin to how the Ostium functions. (And remember that Chuck orchestrated this outcome.)

The final step of Jack's transformation in 15x17 and the way the Ostium is activated are also similar:

Adam's rib, containing extra "spark of the divine," was placed in Jack's palm and he absorbed its power. After his initial explosion outward, Jack was then turned into a vessel that acted as a vacuum for divine power.

When an item was placed on the Ostium–like a rock from the Akrida's world–it absorbed the item, which determines what powerful beings the box "eats" and where it sends those beings when activated.

Both Jack and the Ostium were also wielded as weapons.

Which, of course, this show condemns explicitly:

LATA: So you had a friend stuck in a cycle of violence, and instead of helping him, you wielded him like some kind of weapon?

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

And, with Joan / the Akrida Queen, we saw what happened to a hunter who absorbed monster essence: she became corrupted.

JOAN: What I decided was that the monsters weren't the problem, kid. Mankind is the problem. They always need saving. And Hunters are the ones who end up paying the price with our lives. And then what do these rescued humans do with their precious second chance at life? They waste it… kill each other, beat each other down, destroy our planet. Monsters have it right. Humans are nothing more than food.

LATA: Is that you talking? Or is it the monster essence that's powering you?

MARY: The monster essence drove her mad. She became so obsessed with making sure that Hunters were protected, and she believed the only way to do that was to wipe out everyone who needed saving.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

(Joan is also a dark mirror for Dean, but that's a separate meta topic entirely.)

With how Jack is acting in 15x19 and the SPNWIN finale (and as part of Chuck Won as a concept), something seems to be wrong with him along those lines.

So in regards to the Ostium, what was the solution the team used in the season finale? What did they need to defeat the Akrida Queen?

ADA: The Queen is about to sing her swan song. We can't rewind this tape here.

CARLOS: Wait. What if we could rewind the tape? Metaphysically speaking, if you know what I mean.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

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CARLOS: Well, whatever you feed it creates a portal connected to that object. So we fed it the rock, and it was able to shoot the Akrida back to their world.

MILLIE: So, if we feed it the journal and trace the sigils in reverse, the Ostium can bring here whatever was tied to the journal... the Mystery Man, if he's even alive.

–SPNWIN 1x13, "Hey, That's No Way To Say Goodbye"

They reversed the polarity of the Ostium to try to summon Dean, which required using the journal–something “personal” and “clearly connected” to him, as Mary said at one point.

Now, of course, the result when they used it on the Ostium was that it gave the team the Impala rather than Dean for plot reasons. However, the point holds: Dean's journal was the key to metaphysically rewinding the tape and getting the Ostium to release / return what it had absorbed.

That journal was filled with Dean's thoughts, which we got throughout the show in the form of the story he's telling / narrating. They're the healing lessons repeatedly demonstrated by the 1972 gang that Dean has to use in his own life to free himself from the trap he's in, break the cycle of violence, and get his own happy ending.

So, follow the through-line:

The Ostium and Jack are seemingly similar. Just like Dean's journal was used to reverse the Ostium and get it to release/return what it absorbed... The lessons inside of Dean's journal are what’s needed to reverse the polarity of Jack’s transformation, getting Jack to release the God power he absorbed too.

And what are those lessons in Dean's journal? Ah, well, that's what The Winchesters (the story Dean is telling) is dedicated to showing and telling us. That's the function of the entire show.

To highlight a few mirroring moments relevant to the topic at hand:

TONY: You're scared of your own son?

ADA: I'm not scared of you. I... you are my son, and I love you.

TONY: If you love me, you would've told me the truth.

[...]

ADA: I... was wrong to lie to you about who you are, and I was even more wrong for not believing in you. I know you're not your father. You're not the worst parts of him. You're not the worst parts of me. You're just... you're my... You're Tony.

–SPNWIN 1x05, "Legend of a Mind"

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MAC (possessing John): Why did you give up on me?

TRACY: I didn't know how to help you. I was scared.

MAC: I was scared too. I needed my family by my side.

TRACY: I know it's about ten years too late... but I'm here now, and I am so sorry.

LATA: It's not too late, Mac. You can still break the cycle.

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

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MARY: Because I still want to get out of hunting. I really do. But it's not gonna be at your expense.

–SPNWIN 1x06, "Art of Dying"

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Mutual honesty, apologies, and forgiveness between Dean and Jack are the vital place where they must start. After all... Jack went through with his transformation and later with the corrupting absorption of God power simply because he was desperately trying to earn Dean's forgiveness, something that was repeatedly emphasized throughout season 15. The cycle remained intact instead of broken, and that's why they lost.

So saying that they need to reverse the polarity... What does that mean? It means that their family needs to have emotional release for there to then be the cosmic release of God power, so that that power can be put back out into the universe and no longer have personhood.

Only then will they break the cycle of violence and be able to be free of Chuck's influence once and for all.

You don't need Jack and Ostium parallels to understand and know this about the story. But I do think it's neat, further enhances the overall themes, and once again supports the fact that a Chuck won plot / what happened to Jack was deliberately being centralized! :)

#the winchesters #spnwin meta #the winchesters meta #chuck won meta #chuck won theory #jack kline #spnwin finale #spnwin 1x13 #the ostium #chuck won truthing #me actually posting meta??? it's a fucking miracle #hi everyone I've been learning video editing so I haven't been writing all the meta pieces I still want to do about this show smh #my meta

[lythea-creation]

Fighting For You - Rania x reader x Layan

summary: Rania, Layan and (f/n) have been best friends for a long time. But what if that simply isn't enough anymore? Will Rania and Layan manage to save their friendship?

warnings: mentions of abuse (yk Rania's dad)

word count: 1.151

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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“Hey, (f/n)! Do you wanna come to the club with us later?”, Layan invited me.

We were on our school trip right now. Everyone was enjoying the holiday feeling, enjoying relaxing in the sun, playing volleyball and drinking some alcohol-free cocktails at the bar.

“What do you mean? Are you going to sneak out again?”, I questioned.

We were standing a bit apart from the rest of the class. So nobody was listening us.

“Yeah, it'll be fun”, Rania tried encouraging me. “But even more so if you come along.”

“I'm feeling flattered, but I don't know. Weird things are happening lately. I'm not sure if it's smart to sneak out right now”, I considered.

“I'm sure it'll be fine”, Layan proposed.

“We're gonna dress up, dance a little. Nobody's even gonna notice”, Rania supposed.

“Fine”, I gave in with a sigh. “But only because it's you.”

The girls smiled brightly at me and I could not help but smile back.

Then we all went over to the bar to enjoy some cocktails and chat a bit. It was great to spend so much time with Rania and Layan without having to worry about their families.

And when we had managed to fool Miss Abeer and arrived at the club a few hours later, it felt like a whole new world had just opened up to us.

Strict rules, like staying with the group, wearing certain clothes, being calm and reasonable were replaced by flashy lights, loud music and hot outfits.

I had no idea how Layan had gotten our names onto the list, but that did not matter.

We were having the time of our lives dancing together.

I was feeling high by the way their bodies were moving so close to mine, following the rhythm of the beat.

After a while I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I was about to leave and return to the dance floor, I almost bumped into Layan.

“Hey! What do you say? Are you enjoying yourself?”, Layan asked me, wearing a huge smile.

“Definitely”, I confirmed. “I love spending time with you anyway.”

“Oh, I love to hear that”, she shot back, her smile turning into a smirk.

“I'm gonna wait until you're finished”, I declared.

“Alright. Give me two minutes”, she requested.

Staying true to my words I was waiting outside until she joined me again. Together we made our way back to Rania.

But just as we wanted to approach her Miss Abeer and Miss Jumana showed up.

I quickly caught Layan's wrist to stop her from getting any closer.

“Shit”, she cursed. “What are we gonna do? We can't just leave her.”

Rania seemed to be looking around for us and shortly made eye contact with me. Then she signaled us to leave.

Reluctantly we took her offer and hurried back to our room, wiping off the make-up and putting our pajamas on as we were freaking out.

“I can't believe we bailed on her”, I accused us.

“We didn't mean to. Rania only tried to help us out. Her situation wouldn't get any better if we got caught as well”, Layan resonated.

“Doesn't make me feel any better though”, I noted.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

In the end Rania got suspended for a few days and we could not even contact her. Our assumption was that her parents had confiscated her phone.

And when Rania was finally back she was acting weird toward Layan. The other way around as well. I wondered what I had missed for them to behave so different all of a sudden.

“Does your eye hurt a lot?”, I worried about Rania, softly touching her cheek.

“It's getting better. At least I can open it properly again”, she remarked.

Knowing that I could not do anything to protect her from her dad was making me furious. The helplessness was almost unbearable.

Out of the three of us I was definitely the lucky one in regards to our parents.

Rania and Layan exchanged a glare, which took me completely off guard. I was tired of this already.

“What happened between you two?”, I inquired.

“What do you mean?”, Layan brushed it off.

“You know exactly what I mean. There's something in between you. You're barely talking and always looking at each other like you might attack the other any moment”, I proclaimed.

“It's nothing”, Rania mumbled.

“Guys, please don't leave me hanging. What are you fighting about?”

“Just like you said it's between us”, Rania insisted.

“It's not if I'm in the middle of your stupid fight. Just solve it”, I requested.

“It's nothing to solve that easily”, Layan alluded.

I waited for her to continue.

“It's about you. Rania accused me that I followed you to the bathroom on purpose to have you to myself for a moment”, Layan proposed.

“So what? That's not that big of a deal, is it?”, I suggested.

But telling from their silence and body language, my assumption seemed to be wrong.

“It is?”, I wondered. “Why?”

“We love you, (f/n). Both of us”, Rania confessed.

“Yeah, I know. But I love you, too. So that shouldn't be an issue at all”, I shot back.

“No, we mean we love you more than just a friend. We love you romantically. So we were being a bit jealous and fighting over you”, Layan elaborated.

“Not exactly our proudest moment”, Rania added.

I was shocked for a moment, but quickly regained control. “What if I actually do love you both?”, I questioned.

“Are you serious?”, Rania reassured.

“Yeah”, I promised. “I love you both. I've known for a while, but was too scared to admit it. I didn't want to lose you.”

Layan let out a relieved laugh, tears pricking in her eyes. “I can't believe we fought when we could have solved it so easily.”

She then took a step closer to me and cupped my cheek. It felt like she was knowing exactly what was going through my mind when our eyes met.

Her lips on mine made all the tension leave my body that had been weighing me down mere minutes ago.

When Layan pulled away again, I could not help the smile on my face, which she reciprocated immediately.

I cupped her cheek for a moment and locked my eyes on hers to show her that I was seeing her, before I turned over to address Rania: “Are you okay with that?”

She nodded eagerly. So I did not hesitate to pull her into a kiss as well.

I had never imagined our relationship to work out like this, but I could not have dreamed of anything better.

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So what do you guys think about it?

Tag List: @sunwoniie

#al rawabi school for girls #layan x fem reader #rania x fem reader #lgbtqia #romance #drama #angst #fluff #female reader #violence #mentions of abuse

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can I request a platonic story where reader is a child who is caught wandering around alfies “bakery” and she says she was just there looking for some bread to eat bc she lives on the streets? Maybe Alfie would take her in and adopt her? 💖 Sorry if this doesnt make sense

Dear Anon,

I loved writing this request so much I might write it twice. I couldn't help myself when making my new request list, I just really had to write this one today. It gave me a deep sense of warmth and I guess that's just what I need right now. Thank you for waiting!

Hope you enjoy it! XO

Part Two

Warnings: starving little girl, clear signs of emotional distress, all of it for the hurt comfort.

Walking along the street as the sun started to descend in the sky, you felt your usual sense of panic benign to wash over you. Where were you going to hide for the night? Being on the streets was much better than in the orphanage, but that didn't mean it wasn’t both hard and very scary. 

You started to realize that you had walked to a part of the city you hadn't been to before. Lots of dark ally ways and there wasn't the usual crowd of people to hide amongst. 

The fear in your tummy only multiplied as your eye was caught by a scary-looking man. He started to move across the street towards you and you began to run as fast as your little legs could carry you. The man looked like a pirate, an evil, spooky pirate. You noticed a shop with glowing yellow light pouring out of it and ran down the alleyway running along the side of it. You watched from behind a large dumpster as the man walked past the entrance, moving down the street away from you. 

You took a deep breath and your stomach growled painfully at the smell of fresh bread. Looking up at a back door you turned the knob trying your luck. 

Bless, the knob turned easily opening the door to unveil what looked like a large kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the heat stinging your skin, the warm glow of the lights made the place look just like how you imagined heaven would feel. 

Warm and inviting you toddled around looking for a trash can, something that would have scraps in it. You didn't want to steal away anything of value, even if you didn't get caught it wasn't right to take things that didn't belong to you. You stuck to your principles even if your tummy disagreed. 

You rounded the corner of a tall counter and found a silver pale of potato skins. They were slimy but better than nothing. You grabbed the pale and pulled it around the corner. Placing a few pieces into your mouth and chewing them. 

Other than the texture they only tasted like dirt which wasn't half bad. When impossibly large hands wrapped around your sides and snatched you up into the air you let out a loud scream of surprise. 

“Fucking hell!” You were placed down on a countertop and you looked up at a large man with a scruffy beard. Tears welled up in your eyes as the realization hit you that there was no way to escape from someone so much bigger than you. “Nah - Nah, love I don’t do crying now.” He made a shhsh-ing noise to calm you. You tried to stop crying but you couldn't stop shaking no matter how hard you tried. 

“Sir - please I -sorry - I -I Just - I was hungry - the potato - I -sorry” You burst into tears again as he looked you over. You took in the size of his hands coupled with the heavy rings on his fingers. There wasn't any possible way someone could survive a beating by him. You were sure of it. You cried harder knowing this was your final act. 

He just picked you up and you tried to pray, but you were too scared to get the words out. The man pressed you against his shoulder cradling you gently. The air left your tiny lungs at the sensation. 

“There we go, just settle down.” He boomed and you flinched. He carried you through the place and you tried to memorize all the turns he took as he moved past the bakery into the warehouse in the back. Various men started at you causing you to tuck your face against his neck hoping it would hide you. 

He shut the door to his office and sat down still holding you tightly. 

“Now, let's get down to business. No crying eh?” You nodded against his shoulder still too afraid to speak. He placed you down to sit on his desk. “Let’s start with the obvious. Where're your parents?” 

You swallowed hard trying to speak but your breaths were shaky, eyes welling up. You just shook your head hoping he understood. 

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Fucking fuck. The last thing he wanted to deal with was accusations of being alone in an office with a little girl. But feeling her flinch in his arms as he carried her past people he figured getting her alone was the best way for her to talk to him. 

Sitting her down he watched her shake her head, eyes filled to the brim with a thousand horrors. No parents. He hated what he was about to ask her.

“Parents you don't like or dead parents?” He was blunt and he already knew from the way her face fell that it was the latter. “What orphanage?” 

“No please- don’t.” Her little hand grabbed his as she pleaded with him. “Just put me back o-o-outside.” 

“Can’t place you outside. It’s fucking freezing.” He answered mentally kicking himself for swearing at her. She looked so desperate and small, little things like this can’t be left out in the cold. She was practically a baby, no where would be safe enough for something so delicate? How she was managing outside a mother’s womb was a mystery to him. They should stay inside for as long as possible, he thought to himself, at least long enough to come out fighting.

He looked at her and realized it didn't matter how big she got, he couldn't stomach the thought of her fighting anything.

“Look you can stay here alright” The words fell out of his mouth and he decided that God must have put them there. She looked at me with suspicious eyes, like she had already learned the hard lesson of why you don’t trust men. 

“Can I carry you to the kitchen upstairs?” He watched as she decided to take the risk, the word kitchen implied food, and he could tell she was hungry. Fuck, she was eating raw, dirty, potato peels, the kid was very hungry. She gave him a nod, and his heart lurched as she settled back in against his shoulder. 

He climbed the stairs slowly, trying to do anything possible to avoid scaring her to tears again. When he opened the door to his apartment the dogs raced to him jumping up. He felt her squeal, pulling his beard trying to avoid falling into them. 

“S’alright. They are friendly beasts. DOWN!” He shouted at them and they fell into line and she burst into tears at the volume of his voice. 

How on earth had she managed out there on the streets? The dogs settled and she took a deep breath. 

“Sorry, sir.” She said with a wobbling lip. 

“Do you want to pet them?” He thought it would give her something to do while he made her something to eat. “They won’t hurt you.” 

Suddenly he wondered if the sheer size of them would be a threat to her tiny frame. Instead, he bent down with a protective arm between her and the dogs. Enough to pull her up if needed. He watched her relax in their presence starting to laugh at the texture of their wet noses pressing against her face. He took her through to the kitchen putting her down on the tiles where he could watch her. Cyril curled around her and she leaned into him scratching his ears. The other dogs were watching his every move wanting dinner. 

He cooked her up some hot broth and threw together some meat and vegetables. She reluctantly moved away from Cyril to sit up at the table. He grabbed some couch cushions so she could reach the table and sit down next to him. 

The dogs slobbered noisily and he watched her go right for the hunk of meat. Awkwardly biting on it the best she could.  

“Stop before you hurt yourself.” He pushed the bowl of broth towards her and leaned over to cut the piece of meat into manageable bite sizes. He watched as she suspiciously slurped down the broth, assuming he would take the plate away or eat it himself. 

“There - now chew it slowly or you’ll get sick.” He warned her and watched as she ate as slow as she could manage. 

“Thank you, sir,” she said when her plate was clean. He thought of giving her more but realized it would only make her sick. 

“You can call me Alfie, love.” 

“Alfie” She ran the name around in her mouth, curiosity evident on her face. “Why are you letting me stay?”

“God wouldn't think it right to send you back out there.” He answered simply leaning back into his chair. 

“Are you Jesus?”

“Not even close. Not even going start up about him though.” He enjoyed watching her ask only questions kids would. Not understanding the complications of the world or what not to say. 

“I prayed for you and here you are. So you must be someone? An angel?” Her words were so pure it burned his chest as if he was unworthy of hearing such things. His heart gave a painful twist at the look of sheer adoration on her little face. 

“No, love. Don’t worry. Angel or not I’ll protect you best I can, eh?” 

She gave him a little nod. She let out a large yawn and he realized he was going to have to do something about bathing her before putting her to bed. He didn’t have any sisters or a mother to handle such things.

Instead, he did the next best thing he could think of. 

“We have to get you cleaned up.” He picked her up taking her towards the bathroom, Cyril following along as if he already knew what his new job in life was. He placed her on the floor and handed her a small towel from the top cupboard. “Just get undressed and wrap up in this yeah?” 

“Okay,” She agreed easily. She trusted him way too much for his comfort. He turned around and waited till she was covered up before turning around to run a bath. 

 Soon he had her up to her chin in warm water and fat bubbles. Cyril sat with his head at the edge of the tub watching her. He hoped that putting the dog between them would make her feel safer. He started to comb the knots out of her hair, resorting to using baking grease to work the knots out. 

She looked like a small cherub with her now clean skin and rosy cheeks. “Stay here and don't drown, try to scrub yourself everywhere else while I'm gone” he instructed before leaving to get something for her to wear. 

He gave her the smallest shirt he owned, uncomfortable with the way it almost slipped off of her. Leaving her with Cyril he went downstairs and sent out an order for someone to come back with some clean clothes and a coat for a girl. He motioned about what size and didn't receive any nonsense questions back. 

Coming back upstairs he saw that she’d wrapped her and Cyril up in the quilt on the couch. He was uneasy about this but he picked her up and listened to her groggy mumbling. 

He placed her on the side of the bed, watching Cyril look from her back up to him in confusion and conflict. 

“Me too buddy. Go on then ya big mutt.” Cyril hesitantly got up on the bed he knew was forbidden, and he was happy to see her curl into his side. 

“Sleep well little one.” He turned the light out leaving the door open in case she needed him. 

In case she needed him. The thought echoed. 

Bloody fucking hell, he had to fix this as soon as possible.

He sprawled out on the tiny couch trying to think this whole thing through. He knew of a place she could go. Place that he trusted. 

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Waking up you panicked not knowing where you were at first. You were trapped in a tangled white shirt. You got yourself free and looked around. The room was towering with books and all sorts of things. You resisted the urge to touch and just observed the various statues and paintings on the walls. 

Looking out the door you remembered the rest of the apartment looked much the same. Memories of Alfie came flooding back to you and you wondered where he had gone to. 

Had he left you? 

Your chest tightened not liking the way being apart from him made you feel. Small breaths came in and out of your chest as you held on to Cyril. At least he was here, his calm manor told you that nothing could be wrong. 

A loud grumbling tore through the place and you jumped and resisted the urge to cry. Hiding under the quilt you heard the sound continue to ring out. Eventually, you needed the bathroom and you desperately wanted to find Alfie again. You climbed down off the bed, landing on your bottom with a thud. 

You crept out of the room with Cyril behind you and kept high alert for whatever type of beast creating that noise. You caught sight of Alfie, your initial reaction was that he looked like a fallen angel. Sprawled out, that beast must have killed him. 

Till you saw the rise and fall of his chest and a horrid snore fall from his parted lips. You realized your stupidity and made your way to the bathroom. 

Not sure what else to do you climbed back up on the bed and curled up with Cyril. 

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Alfie woke up unsure why his whole body hurt and unaware of why he was so fucking uncomfortable. He sat up hissing at his body’s protests and let out a loud yawn.

He got up and saw your tiny figure laying on his bed whispering secrets to Cyril.

“Good morning.” He watched you jump and wondered if it was better if he just whispered everything from now on. 

“Morning Alfie!!!” you chirped happily. 

“I have a phone call to make then I’ll get you some breakfast.” He watched you struggle to get down from the bed and he helped you then watched as you followed him out to the kitchen. Alfie opened the door and saw a few packages wrapped in brown paper. He placed them on the floor at your feet. 

“Put something on while I make a call.” He moved to get on the phone. 

“Shelby.” 

“Thomas, look I need a favor. A spot at your fancy pants school of yours.” 

“Not a school Alfie,” Tommy responded sounding exacerbated making Alfie’s temper flare. 

“Whatever the fucking thing is You teach 'em the important stuff with clothes, food, all that stuff.” 

“Not personally but yes, that’s generally what's provided.” 

“I need a spot.” 

“You have a kid you want to put in an orphanage?” He let out a long sigh.

“Found her on the street. Can’t put her back out there.” He asserted. 

“Fair enough. Bring her around and I’ll meet you there.” He hung up the phone and Alfie thought it was bold of him to assume he knew where the bloody place was. Of course, he knew, but still. 

He put the phone down with an aggravated sigh. Turning around he saw you struggling with your dress. He helped with the buttons on the back. 

“Better isn't it?” He said looking over your new outfit. 

“Thank you.” She whispered, emotions too evident in her face. He cooked her a big breakfast and agreed that Cyril could come with them on their outing.

“Alfie where are we going?” She asked him nervously as he approached the car. He placed her in the seat next to him, before picking her up again not liking the way she could bounce around in the seat. She settled against him not questioning it. 

“Taking you to a friend.” 

“Why?” 

“He owns a place for lost children. A nice place with maths and enough food.” He was already worried about it. What if they weren't good to her? What if he couldn't visit? What if she got adopted by people he didn't like?

She was defenseless, anyone could take what little innocence she had left. His stomach twisted. He felt her body tense up, little hands digging into his coat. 

“No. Please -” She buried her face into his neck knowing better than to argue. He thought long and hard about the situation. 

He didn't know how to parent or father a kid, let alone a tiny girl. When kids were this small they were meant to be an extension of their mother. Mothers were built to care for their young and turn them into proper people, while fathers just protected both of them and put food on the table. What happened after that stage he had no fucking clue. 

“Let’s go look at the place and if you don't want to go, you can stay with me. How bout that? Leave it in God’s hands?” 

She nodded against him and figured that was best. She eventually shifted to watch the blurry streets pass them by. 

He caught Thomas giving him a disapproving look as they approached him. 

“What's this then?” He motioned to your comfortable position tucked against his shoulder. 

“What’s what?” Alfie snapped defensively. 

“Alfie. Look at her.” 

“What about her?” He looked down at you. There may have been the slightest bit of baking fat still left in your hair, but he’d tried to hide it by pulling it back with a ribbon. But you had respectable clothing and looked like a sweet little girl. A sudden sense of violence washed over him at whatever Thomas was implying. 

He made that stupid face where his eyes got all wide, mouth agape at the obvious. 

“You can’t leave her here now.” 

“It’s up to her. She has the opportunity to go if she wants one.” He said angrily. 

“She’s not going to want to go now though,” Tommy said raising a hand to brush along her tiny knuckles. Holding on to his coat tight enough to make them turn white as snow. She flinched and Alife thought he might actually shoot the fucking bastard. 

“Touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you.” He growled. 

“My point exactly.” He made that almost smiling face. “It’s a good look for you.” 

“Piss off.” 

“Alfie I’m serious. The kid looks terrified and you're -” 

“She wouldn't be so scared if you weren't acting like a fucking creep.” 

“Wouldnt matter, when they're little like that they’re like dogs-” Alfie pointed a finger at him in a warning. “Food, kindness, she’s not going to want to go with anyone else.” Tommy made a point of gazing down a Cyril. Alfie was frustrated but for a moment he could see something in Thomas’s eyes. 

He was giving Alfie an out. He could hand her over to Thomas get in his car and fuck off - well, they both knew that he couldn't. But at least this way it was Tommy’s fault.  

“Do you want to go look around,” Alfie asked her softly.

“No, please just - stay. I can work in the bakery - I’ll” 

“Hush none of that.” Alife stopped her, and Tommy gave the two of them a soft look. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing."

"Lizzie and I are only a call away.” He put his cigarette out. Alfie wasn't fond of having his child around such people.

“I’ll see you around then,” Tommy responded with a nod and he walked back to his car. 

He settled into the back seat and thought long and hard about how to do this. He’d need a bigger space, parenting books -

“Alfie?” She piped up and he moved her to sit on his lap. 

“Yes, love?’ 

“Thank you for keeping me.” She looked up at him with the big eyes and he knew in his heart that he had chosen the right path

“Don’t mention it darling.” 

“Alfie?” She asked again.

“Yes?” He sighed hoping all the emotional nonsense was done for the day 

“I have to pee” 

He pinched the bridge of his nose trying not to get frustrated. 

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Alfie clears out his study to make her a bedroom. He’s amazed at how quickly she grows, and how many questions she asks the more comfortable she became. 

He watches her get panic attacks and hates how the sight takes the air from his own lungs. Protecting you is the only thing that keeps him level-headed. Scooping you up into his arms, unable to hold you gently. If something had caused the issue he’d handle it, if you just got overwhelmed he would sing to you. Rocking you in his arms. 

He eventually finds someone he knew from his community that he trusts to watch her. Sarah and him get to know each other. He realizes that she’s got more smarts than he realized. Learning more about all kinds of things at the dinner table with the two of you than he had at school. Alfie avoids his feelings forever because he feels it would be extremely improper to put an employee in that position. To fire her meant breaking your heart. So so sos sososososos much tension before she eventually can’t take it and kisses him in the kitchen after you’d gone to bed one evening.  

Alfie is extremely protective of you. If you're not with him you're with Sarah. People weren't allowed to touch you or even really approach you. Everyone knew who your father was and what would happen if they were even slightly involved in endangering you. 

 It wasn't till you were older that it got annoying. 

You know that if you're scared you go right to him no matter what. After a particularly bad dream, you go tearing through the apartment determined to launch yourself at him before any shadow monsters snatch you. “Daddy!” You called out like you always did as you opened the door.

When you land on a body you realize your spot on his bed is occupied by Sarah. Alfie sits up and before he can freak out about it. You just sigh “Thank God! You are both here. I just had the worst dream ever.” You settle your sweaty shaking body between the two of them. Finding a different sense of comfort. Alfie pulls you close, unable to sleep with the current situation, not sure how to feel about Sarah being next to you running her fingers through your long hair. The whole thing was a big step, something he had planned out perfectly, and yet you had already become at peace with it. You accept her as your family and he proposes. 

When she’s older she hangs out down at the tracks eventually making friends with Charlie Shelby. Things between them start and a whole messy summer of backseat kissing and sneaking around starts. It ends when she comes home past curfew and sees Alfie absolutely beside himself. She tried to lie but she’s never been able to lie to him. She bursts into tears making him assume something horrid has happened and she has to calm down and explain she was out on a date – this didn't go over very well - then tells him who she was out with. It was a long night. He sent her to bed upset, neither of them talking to each other.  That night stretched on an eternity. He sat there trying to understand her, wishing she’d not been that upset. Her hurtful words echoed in his mind. He knew that Sarah had gone between the two of you ensuring everyone would survive the night before going to sleep, but he still worried. 

In the morning he brought her a mug of coffee, pulling her into a crushing bear hug. He apologized for sending her to bed upset, they both agree to always work things out no matter how painful and to never tell lies to each other. 

He makes an effort to handle the situation well, something that becomes much easier when he sees how much it frustrates Tommy. The sense of competition beings and he does his best to be the fun dad.

Lizzie and Sarah get a long like a house on fire keeping an eye on their kids and their husbands.

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Nothing Burns Like The Cold (PART 2)

Dabi x FAB! Reader (Yandere & SMUT)

WARNINGS: Abusing, hitting, slight blood mentioning & touching

2.4K words

(Part 2/5)

! MINORS DNI !

My feet we're glued on to the ground, I wanted to run, scream, do something but for some reason my muscles started to turn to stone. He looked at me with a straight dead stare as if he was about to cut my heart out. My first instinct was to try and get out of his sight as quickly as possible but my mind had other ideas.

"Um- no thank you."

I forced a smile. My acting skills we're horrible. Why did I say that and not just run. I thought back to those survival stories my mom would tell me about. Don't panic and respond to them, don't show that your afraid, they feed off of your fear...

"Are you sure?... You look a little... distressed."

His smile grew so wide it could touch all the way up to his eyes, I could only see his horrible grin as the hoodie was covering the rest of the face. It seemed that there were some burnt marks on his cheeks. Stapled together like something out of a horror movie. At that point I couldn't keep up my acting and my body went into flight mode. My feet suddenly got a sensation in them back and I took off darting towards a small alleyway in the corner between 2 small apartment buildings where I could wedge myself in and hopefully get out of his sight. I still didn't have any sandals or any sort of footwear on my feet so the concrete stung my bare skin as I ran for my life. I knew I would have to find a phone or even a person quick before it was too late for me. I looked back at the corner of my eye as I was running as fast as I could... He started walking towards me. He walked so slow, it was like he had the mind of a pyschopath. A panicking girl screaming and running down a quiet street while the serial pyscho killer walked behind her like he had all the time in the world. That's what really made my heart stop, it was like he wasn't even trying. I whipped around a corner and put myself between the end of 2 buildings side by side. I crouched down making myself look smaller and making it hard to see. The alleyway was dark and my body blended in nicely with the cold stone of the buildings so it would've been hard for Dabi to find my hiding place. I started breathing faster then the speed of light, my heart was beating fast, my feet were shaking and stinging. I put my left hand over my mouth and nose to stop my heavy breathing and my right hand over my chest to hold my heart. I thought it would be falling out of my rib cage from the speed of the beats. I listened carefully for the foot steps to come closer but I couldn't catch any. I shut my eyes and opened them again... still nothing. I would think it would be impossible for him to have walked away already and gave up. Yet again he was walking so slowly he's probably still trying to find where I'm hiding, my body trembled against the cold stone I was leaning against. Still nothing caught my attention, it was almost too quiet for someone not to be around the side of the building. It was almost like I didn't have to see to know he was there waiting for me. I waited and waited and waited. 20 minutes have gone by now, I still can't here anything but he might be around the corner waiting for me to come out, or perhaps he went home. Would he have really given up that easily. Again I have no idea who this man is, only that his name is Dabi and he is probably the most dangerous man i've ever set my eyes on before, I don't know what he's capable of yet.

Time felt weird, it felt like it wasn't moving. My body felt glued to the ground and I didn't even want to move a muscle to check if he was maybe waiting for me around the corner of the building. So I just sat... my breathing settled and my heart rate became normal again, but my mind still had the fear drilled into it.

"He has to be gone by now."

I whispered to myself, so slowly I could barely hear my own words coming out of my mouth. It was the middle of the afternoon, yet no one was around, hopefully that meant including him. My muscles started to lift my body as I slowly put my hand up against the stoned wall to help balance my legs. I slowly started to begin walking over to the front of the building which opened up to the streets. My foot steps were quieter then a mouse, step by step I softly began to enter into the bright light of the streets. I quietly put my bare bloody foot out on to the streets, as I stepped onto the warm concrete. I was finally out in the dry air, and open street. I was now in his vision...

*Smack*

My body muscles nor my mind was able to react to such a hard hit to my head, I only remembered how much the hit hurt. It was all black inside my mind, I could hear myself trying to wake up and see what hit me but my body was too tired to open up my heavy eyelids. I laid motionless on the warm streets as I started running through my pitch black mind. I didnt understand what was going on, I was only aware inside my head that I got hit by something hard, maybe a rock? A baseball bat? A gun? Sometimes gangsters would use their guns to knock their victims out, I wondered if I was in a situation like that. I didn't know how long it had been, it felt like only 5 minutes when I finally lifted up my eyes and regained consciousness. I could see hundreds of black dots swarming around in my vision, then it became double, and finally started to blur out and then clear up. My body wasn't moving but I could feel I was still on some concrete like texture, I must've still been on the street except it was incredibly dark, almost night time perhaps. I looked around me slowly and noticed I was in between the 2 buildings again, someone must've moved me... Dabi did. I was now laying in a dark alleyway in blackness, it must've at least been a few hours because the sun already disappeared and the it was time for the moon to come out. A shadowy figure appeared infront of my face, he looked at my eyes and put his hand infront of my face and started to move it up and down.

"Are you awake now, sweetheart, can't have you sleeping the night away."

His voice was raspy but one I remembered, it was the same man, what was his name again?

"D-dabi?"

He looked slightly shocked I knew his name but only smirked at the sound of me saying his name quietly, almost like a whisper.

"Where am I right now?"

I tried to push my body up with my arms but my whole body felt paralyzed, maybe it was from how hard the impact was earlier or perhaps I was just to frail to stand up on my own after being knocked out for so long.

"An alleyway... do you know why you're here,

y/n?"

I shook my head and kept looking around me to see if anyone else was in the alleyway with us, but it was only me and him. Alone.

"Why are y-you doing this..."

I shut my eyes trying my hardest to not scream at the top of my lungs, I didn't know exactly what he wanted with me but I knew it can't be anything good. My whole body felt like it was in some sort of shock so it laid so quietly still on the ground and it seemed the only thing violently moving around was my eyes.

"Answer my question."

I kept looking around trying to process what was happening to me until my adrenaline started flowing through my veins again and I could start to hear my heart pumping fast again.

"Look at me. Don't look away."

He aggressively grabbed my chin with his rough cold hand and grabbed it hard and forced my face to turn to him. His hoodie was off and I could see his face clearly. It was mortifying, burns and stapled all across his face with jet black spiky hair that almost seemed like it could stab me.

"I- I don't know."

I couldn't help but start to tear up in my dry eyes, I truly didn't know why he was targeting me, was it because I bumped into him? Or was it because he was just a plain sociopath who had fun in tormenting innocent young women.

"That's not a really good answer Y/n, why are you crying... are you afraid of me."

He started laughing hysterically loud that it echoed in the alleyway.

"Don't worry, cry as much as you want, scream for all I care. No one is going to hear your pathetic yelps."

My eyes grew wider and wider as I began to realize what situation was about to come to me.

"Please..."

Tears drooling down my face as I looked him straight in the eye.

"Please... I don't know what you want from me."

He stopped laughing and gripped his hand tighter around my chin and slowly started to move it down towards my neck. At first he softly grazed it but then forcefully grabbed it and started to slightly choke me and take my breath away...

"I want you y/n. Your in trouble now aren't you? Do you know what you did."

Those words made me cry even more, I began sobbing and begging for him to spare my life.

"Please, I'll give you anything, money, jewellery... p-please.. I'm begging you."

It almost looked like he was amused by the way he was making me feel, torn up and broken inside and begging for his mercy. He fed off of the fear, just like how my mother used to say.

"You're in trouble because... well you saw something you weren't supposed to see, my little fire made the news headline and besides all of those dead people... you we're the only other person who saw me that day and so here I had to follow you home and cut all of your cord lines because the second you saw that news report... you were going to to go to the police, weren't ya?...and tell them about me... weren't ya?"

His grip became harder and harder on my neck beginning to bruise it badly. I finally slowly regained strength in my one arm and softly put it on top of his trying to put on force for him to let me go but my arm was too weak to even leave a scratch.

"L-listen... I swear... I-I."

"I honestly don't really give a shit about what excuse your going to say. You made a mistake, plain and simple and now you have to pay for it."

The grip became so intense I started scratching at his arm with both of my hands as I tried to let out a scream for help as salty tears began pouring down my flushed face.

"You want to breath? I say when you can breath."

I almost... couldn't... take it anymore, I was about to lose... oxygen. Was this finally it for me?

"P-please... I'll give you... a-anything."

He let go of my neck and I gasped so hard for air. My hands hit the rocky ground as I shakily put my hand around my neck to help regain my proper breathing.

"You're really dramatic aren't you? Ha calm down, I wasn't going to kill your pretty little face, I have much better ways to use you."

My knees started to lift my body into a crouch position and I was still trying to regain my breath and my balance and get up on my feet. He stepped up from my vision level and began to walk up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up harshly and slammed my body against the hard brick building and held onto my shoulders so I wouldn't fall back down. He gave me a creepy grin as he looked up from me down bellow.

"Now what can you do for me Y/n?"

My instinct was to try and yell out for some sort of help but like he mentioned before, there was no one around, and I believed him because the area where I lived in had a tiny community of mostly elderly. There was no way in chance someone was outside for a night stroll at this time. My arms tried to push him back away from me.

"Don't try and fight me, Y/n..."

He grabbed onto my swinging arms trying to push his body off of me and shoved me up even harder against the wall yelling at me to stop.

"This will be easier if you stop struggling, it would also hurt less... besides i'm here to have a good time, I don't feel like being forceful but don't underestimate that... if I must I will use force."

I began sobbing again knowing exactly what he means. The tears just wouldn't stop.

"Please... I have m-money..."

I said quietly, almost as if I whispered it to myself. He grabbed my neck and slammed my head up against the hard brick wall again and this time, my head started to bleed out slightly.

"I said I didn't want your fucking money, you worthless whore."

My head felt like a million knifes cut into it, the pouding wouldn't stop from how hard my head has been hit thous far tonight. He slowly started to let his one hand go from my upper area holding me down and traced it slowly down my body. Very softly his fingers grazed my body. He slowly started to push up his body against mine and whispered in my ear.

"I wonder what this body would look like naked?"

He chuckled softly, his fingers slowly pushing up my shirt and pushing it up to my bra length. I couldn't help but weep and pray for someone to come find me... help me... let me escape from this monster. I knew it was almost hopeless though, no matter how hard I could scream right now, it would only be hurting myself.

I wanted this night to end as quickly as it began.

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All I want...

Merry Christmas...so I'm going to a small Christmas story a week based on a Christmas song... until Christmas. Rated G

Peeta was having a hard day.

He was training Bill today and Bill didn't have the ability to bake a simple sugar cookie. Bill didn't have any skills other than snoozing while standing. Bill was the fourteen-year-old child of the owner of the bookstore that was next to the bakery. Normally Peeta would give Bill the grunt work. However today, his other assistant Tina was out with the flu, which meant he was stuck with Bill who couldn't ring up a simple loaf of bread much less bake. All of the hard work fell on Peeta. The boy had burnt everything, set off the fire alarm several times, and caused the sprinklers to go off twice running everything.

They had to start over twice.

Peeta rubbed his leg and then his neck. He stopped to look around him. Everything around him was dull, grey, and dark. He was only eighteen but he along with the others of his generation were survivors of the war. They acted like they were much older.

They had no childhood.

Today was one of those days he doubted himself. As much as he loved the bakery, he wondered if he had done the right thing going at it alone. It was brutally cold outside and his leg was killing him as he walked toward the Victor's Village. He was up for a new leg replacement. He was turning nineteen next year and he had a last-minute growth spurt. As he neared his home, Peeta could hear Haymitch's geese waiting to ambush him.

Peeta rushed forward.

Haymitch's geese were trouble.

When he arrived at his front door, he sighed and wanted nothing more than to just take a soak in the tub. He wanted to see the soothing pale yellows and creams.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas..."

Peeta listened from the front door as the familiar Christmas song blasted from the interior of their home. He didn't even bother calling out he simply dumped his shoes by the front door, as he made his way to the kitchen.

"I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree..." Katniss sang into the spatula her butt wiggling, as her voice lifted up into the rafters.

Peeta's heart thundered in his chest as he listened to her rich sweet mountain twang reminded him of the first time he heard Katniss sing. They were only five and she'd raised her hand volunteering to sing the Valley Song. He remembered how he saw bright beautiful autumnal colors when the sweet pitch of her child-like voice filled the room.

The beat of the tambourine and the tip tap of the drums caused Peeta to close his eyes and he saw bright greens and sultry reds as Katniss sang. His bad day slowly slipped away from his shoulders.

"I don't need to hang my stocking there upon the fireplace..." Katniss sang as she closed the refrigerator with her hip.

Peeta grinned.

When the war was over and they moved in, whenever he had an episode. Katniss would wrap her arms around his middle and softly sing to him. He could visually make out the fake memories from the real ones because the real ones had brighter colors. The fake ones looked slippery and shiny as if they were wrapped up in cellophane. Katniss always made him see colors, bold colors, somber colors, all sorts of colors that helped him through the lean years.

Katniss turned around and seeing him she grinned, pointed at him, and began singing, "All I want for Christmas is you..."

As he stood there, Peeta, saw colors that sounded like the golden twinkling sleigh bells. His bad day was gone and he couldn't even recall the hectic day.

Katniss sashayed over to him as she crooned, "Yooooooouuuuu Baby...." She swung her arms around his shoulders stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

Peeta sighed at her chaste kiss.

"Hey baby," Katniss said. "I couldn't wait for you to come home..."

Peeta grinned as visions of colorful gingerbread danced in his head. "Can you sing it again?"

"Sure," Katniss winked and called out to the home electronic system, Plutarch gifted them last year. "Effie play All I want for Christmas again!"

The machine replied and the song began to play and his day was instantly better.

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Waiting Game (Tower: Day 29)

For Angstpril, Day 7: Sleepless Nights

cw: imprisonment, isolation, mentions of violence, dehumanization

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His head hurt.

It was strange, after everything that had happened, that he could focus on something as small as a headache, but maybe that's why he did it.

He'd lost a fight. No big deal, he'd lost plenty of fights, but this one didn't end with a defeat or retreat or even just an arrest. Overkast hadn't stopped after a blow that knocked Lex senseless, after beating him until he could barely move, even after tearing off his fucking limbs when he'd tried to counterattack with his fire.

Lex hadn't been conscious for long after that. 

He'd woken up in a cell, if you could even call it waking up. Half-dead, unaware of anything but the pain and the fact that he'd been caught. He'd tried to fight his way out, ignoring how much it hurt to move, how weak he was, but his fire wouldn't come. His blows wouldn't connect. They must've sedated him after that, because he couldn't remember much else.

He didn't know how much time had passed since his arrest. All he knew was his freedom was lost, and his arms were gone.

And his head hurt.

Alexei's cell was small. He supposed all cells in the tower were; they were designed to contain, not offer comfort. The floor and walls were dense stone, and there were no windows; no light save for the scant amount that crept from the slots in the heavy metal door. 

One ankle was connected to the wall with a few feet of chain, the other was fitted with a power-dampening cuff. A metal cot lined with a thin mattress hung from one of the walls, and a metal toilet sat in the corner across from it, barely within the range the chain allowed him.

The idea that this might be the rest of his life was too big, too painful for him to swallow right now. It didn't feel real. One slip up, one fight he'd been just a hair outmatched in, and his world had ended. The weight of that reality would crush him if he let it.

So much of him didn't want to believe it. Surely, he'd find a way to escape, or his friends in the Underneath would come and free him, or some fucking natural disaster would turn the tide in his favor.

But of course that wouldn't happen. If he wanted things to return to any semblance of normalcy, it was entirely on his shoulders.

Meals came twice a day, as far as he could tell based on his sleep and hunger patterns. A cardboard tray filled with cold, shapeless food, pushed through one of the door slots, along with a shallow dish filled with water. Eating on his knees, face in the bowl like some kind of animal was a blow to his pride, but he'd take it over being fed by one of the guards.

He hadn't seen another person since coming fully into consciousness, when they'd finally brought in someone with healing powers to seal his wounds. That had been a few days ago. A week, at most.

He knew he shouldn't care if he saw guards or not, and he was used to spending plenty of time alone, but the emptiness, the quiet of the cell was starting to eat at him.

Whatever. He could use their inattention to his advantage. Based on the fragments of memory from his weeks spent half-conscious and healing, he knew he was imprisoned at the Tower, one of a handful of places in the city designed to hold criminals with powers. Staffed by powered guards, equipped with plenty of countermeasures… breaking out would've been a challenge before he'd lost his arms. Now it'd be all but impossible.

Lex could bide his time. Get stronger, act weaker. Catch them off guard, take a hostage through the damned door slot if he had to. Anything to get away. Anything to avoid the fate the city had chosen for him.

But he knew that even if he could manage it, (he would, he had to) it would take time to find an opening, to plan. And that time would be spent here, whether he liked it or not. He'd heard stories of the Tower from other Neath citizens. Horror stories designed to shock their listeners; tales of human experimentation and violence and removal of rights, of guards torturing or violating prisoners just because they could. All second-hand. Once someone was taken to the Tower, they were often never seen again. Strange to think he'd joined that number. Strange and terrifying. But he was determined to change the ending of his story.

If that meant suffering through whatever the Tower had to give, he'd bear it.

At least that's what Lex told himself as he lay flat on his back, staring up into the darkness of the cell. He'd bear it, but 'it' filled him with a smothering dread.

And there was nothing to do but wait through it. He felt helpless, an object waiting to be acted upon—a bitter, sickening notion. He had nothing but his own body—or what remained of it—and the ragged clothes on his back.

The cell was sanitized of anything he could make use of; even the water tray was tinfoil, and he'd learned quickly that if he tried to remove it from the reach of the slot, the guards simply wouldn't refill it. The single sheet on the cot was thin enough that it wouldn't see much use before tearing, and what could he do with that besides set it on fire, destroying one of the few comforts he'd been granted?

He had his teeth, his eyes, his mind.

And there was nothing to do but wait.

Lex lay on his back. Trying to sleep, failing to sleep. Reciting old poems under his breath just to hear a voice, to keep the darker thoughts at bay, keep the despair from consuming him.

He closed his eyes, and he waited.

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