#you won’t regret commissioning pillow

[twtakami]

as you can see, selfship commissions are a weakness of mine. poly bakukami is the also one of the biggest weaknesses of mine tbh. the amazing @mypillowpaper is one of my favourite artists to commission. she’s very professional, kind, and bursting with great ideas which she’s so willing to share! and just look at the happiness this piece exudes. the vibes!! i can feel it thru the screen. ik bkg looks kinda annoyed but he loves us, really. in certain AUs sometimes i also like my bkg shorter than denki, who i headcanon has a late growth spurt, much to the shock (and annoyance) of his friends.

thank you thank you thank you to @mypillowpaper for the beautiful piece! you know i’ll be back for more ;)

#mypillowpaper #selfship commission #MHA commission #MHA #art commission #bakugou Katsuki #denki kaminari #selfship stuff #poly bakukami #yeah yeah this is another selfship for me i loooooove bakukami #bakugou + two adhd idiots #he loves us really #anyway pillow did such such such a stunning job here #the details #bkg’s dodgers jersey #my hair clip n peace sign #denki’s bomber n winking #you won’t regret commissioning pillow #she’s so kind and has so many great ideas and suggestions #😻😻😻

[cherry-pop-elf]

Need A Hand?

A Shouren X Reader

Requested by: Anon

18+, Improper use of a prosthetic arm, sex toy(?) voyeurism, teasing, No Regrets

Commissions are open

“Shouren?” You called into the tent, looking around. Seems like he wasn’t home, at the moment anyway. Your boyfriend was always running off somewhere. Saving orphaned dragons, hiding bodies of poachers, feeding said poachers to the dragons at Hogwarts, just normal stuff.

Left you with more free time than you liked. Sure, he’s off being a hero, but you needed attention to! You swore he loved dragons more than you. Deep down, you knew that wasn’t true. His name is literally Long Tian Shouren. Wasn’t that literally what Celestial Chinese Dragons were called? Was he a dragon-?

Those were the thoughts that often kept you busy, as you would lay around in the cozy tent. He could have moved into the actual hut at the padlock, but he was a boy of nature. You won’t lie, there was something so nice star gazing together. Also meant you could hog the hut all yourself, and have some nice healthy alone time. Healthy relationship goals.

Still, you didn’t like being alone all the time. You had needs, and he had needs. Seems the need to save dragons overpowered any libido he ever got. Lame. You have a huff, as you went snooping around. Seeing if you could find out where he ran off to this night. Maybe some mysterious map to a fantastical land. Maybe even secret letters for the underground. Or maybe….

“Must be here on the grounds-“ You muttered, as you saw his arm on the bedside table to his futon. Probably going to collect more healing potions, or watch his daughter’s Quidditch practices. You loved that about him. Such a supportive dad. Had you smile, as you played with his arm.

You would play with the joints, and admired the way it moved. Fascinated on how it worked. How much life it had, when attached. Most likely a special charm to make it connect to his nerves. Charms were so cool. You would just smile, as you would bend the fingers. Enjoying how it moved so smoothly, just to lock into place when no longer making contact.

You won’t lie, it was giving you ideas. The joints locked into place after all, so maybe……No. No that’s such an invasive thing. Just because it wasn’t attached to him right now doesn’t mean it’s not any less his hand. That’s just not right…..But he did say his arm was just as much yours as his. Some romantic word fumble when his English short circuited.

You would give a look around, before quickly closing the tent flaps. As if you wanted anyone walking in. It felt so dirty to do this, and that was what was so thrilling. Using your boyfriend’s own arm. So taboo. Then again, you were wizards. What really is taboo for a wizard anyway? Better to not over think it, or factor in the laws and morals it takes to enjoy the comforts of a Animagus.

You quickly shook your head, before sneaking behind the room divider. The beautiful cherry blossom designs casting pink shadows over you, as you got cozy in the shared futon. Snuggling into the pillows you shared, and taking in a deep breath. How rich it was with him.

You would hesitate for a moment, before you said screw it. Literally. With your bottoms removed, you would spread your legs. You took in a few deep breaths, as you would make the hand form a shape. Two fingers, with a hook curve. So it could hit you just right.

With one more look around, you would let the hand’s fingers slide into you. The cold metal sending sharp shivers up and down your spine. The thrill of the taboo was exciting, as you kept a good grip on the metal. Moving the arm up and down. Letting it move in and out, as you covered your eyes with your free arm.

The thrill of it all was the exciting part, more so than the actual pleasure. It was so dirty, and so strange. You knew you shouldn’t, and that was the fun of it. To just close your eyes, as you used your own boyfriend’s prosthetic to pleasure yourself. Had you biting your lip, as you felt it rub you just right.

It was so easy to get lost in the moment. It was all so nice. To just feel the cool metal move inside of you, as you relaxed into the cushions. As you did, you let out a shakey breath. You felt the fingers move, and straighten out. You must have pushed to hard, and changed the position. That was what you thought, until the wrist started to move on its own.

You gave a gasp, as the fingers started to move on their own. Starting to speed up, and spread you open. Your eyes quickly opened, only to see your boyfriend standing above you. His working arm on his hip, as he was in his messy casual Hanfu. Those soft greens to accent that salt and pepper hair.

“Need a hand-?” He asked, as the hand started to finger you faster. You were so embarrassed, to have him walk in on you like this. You were so flustered, only to be left moaning. Learning he had more control over that arm than you thought. You would just toss your head back, as you kept the arm close to you. Not wanting the pleasure to stop.

“I know you enjoy toys, but this is rather silly.” He laughed at you, as you were so embarrassed. Just trying to hide your face, but unable to let the arm go. You were so close. You just had to ride on a little longer, and it seemed your boyfriend gave you mercy. Letting those mechanical fingers move faster, and even slipped a third finger in.

It finally got too much, as you came across the metal arm. He finally made it stop moving, as you rode out the high. He would tsk at you, before taking it away from you. “I just cleaned this-“ He playfully said, as you just enjoyed the after glow. “I suppose I should have seen this coming.” He teases, as you rolled your eyes.

“Just remember to do that again to me, sometime.” You offered, as he smiled. “As long as you promise to clean it afterwards.” He offered, before he planted a sweet kiss to your cheek, as he playfully had his metal hand pat your cheek. You stuck your tongue out at him, and those almond eyes smiled. This was going to be fun.

#harry potter magic awakened #harry potter #hpma #magic awakened #Shouren long #long Shouren #long Shouren x reader #long Shouren smut #hpma smut #x reader smut #someone had to do it #and that someone is me #I have no regrets #disabled people can be kinky #we gotta get creative after all #reminder to get your tetanus shots people #vaccines work #yeah I said it #enjoy your smut and facts #wink wink #hp #hp magic awakened #hp smut #x reader #disabled smut #am I allowed to tag that? #I’m disabled so it’s fine #right? #one way to find out 💀 #hash tag cancelled

[r3almellow]

Punish Me, Baby ( Gavin x Mia!OC Commission Fic)

Gonna be honest...I don’t know what I’m doing 99.9% of the time, but one thing I do know is...I LOVE ME SOME GAVIN AND WON’T HESITATE WRITE ABOUT HIM. I listened to a lot of boyfriend asmrs to into the mood and I regret NOTHING. Thank you to the anon who commissioned this from me! Please enjoy and I’m sorry any typos you all may come across! 

PS: Who do I need to talk to get more pics of Gav in handcuffs?!

Words: 3k

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When it came to sex there wasn’t much Gavin objected to. Whatever Mia wanted to try he was pretty open unless their exploration led to her being hurt in any way. Aside from that, he wanted to be accommodating to her needs because that’s what mattered most to him. 

So when Mia voiced her interest in using handcuffs Gavin was all in. Using handcuffs came natural to him with the job he had, so the possible ways he could use them on her were endless. 

He couldn’t wait to have her underneath him, so vulnerable and unable to escape his touch, begging for him to give her the sweet release she desired. This was going to be his chance to truly worship her body. 

Or so he thought. 

What Gavin didn’t expect was for her to suggest that he be the one cuffed to their bed, allowing her to do to him what he had planned to do to her. Having Mia care for him so intimately wasn’t foreign to Gavin. He had grown used to her gentle caresses, words of affirmation, and sweet kisses, showing him just how much she loved every bit of him. But this…. This was something completely new for him. And there was a big part of him that was curious to see where this would lead.

“They’re not too tight, are they?” Mia, who was currently straddling him, asked as she inspected the cuffs that bound Gavin’s hands to the headboard. Gavin shook his head and lightly tugged on the cuffs proving that he was okay. 

It had been a while since he’d been on the other side of handcuffs. Restrained with no hopes of breaking free. The good thing about this was that this time around he wasn’t staring down the barrel of a gun, but beautiful eyes currently filled with concern and a hint of uncertainty clad in only one of his t-shirts. 

So cute. 

When Mia went to check the cuffs one last time, Gavin winced causing Mia to jump slightly and look down at him in fear that she had hurt him in some way. Gavin only winked at her to show that he was fine which prompted Mia to laugh and slap his chest playfully. 

“You’re lucky I love you or I’d leave you like this as punishment,” She leaned down planting a quick kiss against his lips. As she pulled away Gavin followed, his lips drawn to her like a magnet. He frowned realizing the limit of his reach as his head fell back against the pillow. 

“To be punished by you would be a dream come true.” 

Mia rolled her eyes.

“Kind of hard to have you as my prisoner when you’re loving every minute of this.”

“Can you blame me? I’m in the presence of the world’s sexiest woman who’s about to teach me a lesson,” Gavin smirked then thrusted his hips up with just enough force to cause Mia to fall forward, right against his chest.

“Go ahead, baby. Punish me.” He was ready and more than willing.

Mia laughed then trailed the outline of his face with a finger, analyzing him before kissing him once again. 

“You’re so eager…” Mia whispered against his lips. She kissed him again this time on the corner of his mouth then on the scar right on top of his collarbone while she gently stroked the ones on his abs with a hand. 

She always loved touching his scars in some way. At first he didn’t understand why she put so much love and care into his imperfections. His scars were from the ugly parts of his life and yet she saw something in them that he failed to see. 

It wasn’t until she used his words against him that he realized the truth.

“I love every part of you, even the parts you don’t find beautiful.”  She would say.

He was so used to giving, but he appreciated Mia’s efforts in reminding him he deserved more. 

Gavin was so caught up with his own thoughts that he failed to notice the hand that slipped under his boxers to grip his semi-hardened member. 

Mia gave him a firm squeeze and grinned.

“You’re so hard, baby. Is that all because of me?” Not waiting on an answer she pulled down his boxers, revealing his erect length and evidence of pre-cum seeping from the tip. 

Mia’s hands gripped him once more as she lightly brushed over the tip of his cock with a thumb, smearing the cum all around the tip. Gavin groaned as his cock involuntarily twitched. 

“My sensitive baby…” Mia giggled. 

When she did away with his boxers and had her mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock, he was in heaven. He sucked in a sharp breath and bucked his hips each time her tongue teased the tip. And when she started pumping? Fuck. He was losing it. 

The build up was becoming too much and he could feel himself reach his limit. But it was too soon. He wanted to enjoy this moment with Mia, but she was too good at making him feel like his body was on fire. An endless burning inferno with every stroke, lick and nibble she made drove him further into insanity. Gavin had gone through all sorts of torture throughout his life and not once did they break him, but with Mia, she knew just the right buttons to push to get him to crumble.

“Mia, if you…if you keep going-ah..I’m gonna…” He was struggling to get the words out, but she understood and with one final stroke she smiled up at him, licking her lips. 

“You can last a little longer, can’t you?” Gavin nodded as he panted softly. He probably looked so flustered, but he didn’t care in the least. All he wanted was her by any means necessary. 

Mia straddled him once more, wasting no time to lock her lips with his own. 

She slowly started to rock her hips against him, creating friction between her clothed clit and the base of his cock. Gavin felt the sexual frustration build up within.  

Screw panties. 

They teased and blocked him from direct contact. He craved her warmth and this flimsy garment would have been ripped off, an act he had done many times, if he had the ability! He pulled on his restraints, a not so nice reminder of his current predicament. 

Handcuffs were officially on his shitlist too. 

Either she was reading his mind or she felt the same way because the next thing Gavin knew his cock was nestled in between her wet folds, shirt and panties discarded. The juices that coated his cock and lower abdomen gave him a clear idea of how needy she was for him. 

When Mia rolled her hips, the tip of him brushed against her entrance, causing Gavin to tense up. All he had to do was move his hips just enough and he’d easily slide inside her. The temptation was strong and she felt so inviting. 

When she rolled her hips again he felt himself slide a bit further into her. He wanted to move so badly, one thrust to finally connect them was all it would take. 

Wait. 

There was a nagging feeling that erupted from Gavin’s mind. A feeling he wished he could throw away and selfishly enjoy the moment, but it was damn near impossible. 

“Mia…Mia, wait,” His reluctant protest sounded more like a needy moan. He turned his head away from her, preventing her from kissing him. She looked down, her slightly puffy lips from their heated makeout session forming a pout. 

She looked so damn good like that and Gavin wanted nothing more than to ruin her right then and there, but for both of their sakes he had to be responsible. 

“I think the condoms are still in th-”

“What if we skipped the condoms this time?” She interrupted. 

Gavin blinked blankly at that. Skip the condoms? That was something they had never done before; not that he never thought about it. 

Gavin never wanted to pressure Mia into anything. She always set the pace and he followed willingly. He refused to selfishly act on his desires, but now the opportunity presented itself and he wanted this more than anything. 

Not only because of his own sexual cravings, but because this could put them on a path that could change everything. 

The silence between them lasted a lot longer than it should’ve. He could tell she was starting to get self-conscious by the way she nervously bit her lip.  

“You know what? Forget I said anything I-I’ll go grab them.” 

“Hold on!” He tried to reach for her only to be met with the tight pull of the cuffs, forcing his hands back. 

She froze. 

“You don’t…you don’t have to get them.” 

Then came the silence again. They stared at each other for a while trying to read the other’s thoughts. There was a level of understanding between them in the silence and when she finally sunk down almost fully onto his length they both realized this was the point of no return. 

Gavin groaned feeling her walls firmly grip his cock. The way she felt around him was unexplainable. The use of his fingers nor his tongue could have prepared him for such a euphoric feeling. 

He watched as Mia gripped the headboard to steady herself, trying to get used to the new sensation.  

“If I knew it would feel this good, I would have suggested this weeks ago,” Mia let a breathy laugh.

Gavin responded with a low chuckle and bucked his hips up to slide himself fully into her. She shivered slightly and let out a small whimper.  

“If I knew it would feel this good, I’d have you screaming my name by now,” He groaned.

Mia licked her lips. By the way she clenched herself around him, she was probably thinking of all the things he could do to her if he had the chance. Gavin subconsciously tugged on the cuffs, the irritation within him growing.

When she finally started moving, it was slow as if she was trying to test the waters. It reminded Gavin of their very first time. Slow and gentle. Trying to take in the feeling of being connected so intimately.

Mia’s pace quickened as the seconds ticked by and now she was riding him with no signs of slowing down.

Watching her ride him, breasts bouncing, head cocked to the side as she looked at him with nothing but lust clouding her eyes was just too much. He had a strong urge to touch her. He wanted to squeeze, mold, suck and lick to his heart's content, but these damn cuffs were in the way. 

He wanted to make her come undone so badly.

“I-I…hgnn…I can’t take much more.” He watched as her back arched and head tilted back as her hands cupped her breasts, fingers pinching her erect nipples.

“Baby, you’re close too, right?” Mia wiggled her hips in a way that had Gavin struggling to respond. 

“Mmm…you wanna cum with me?” She was teasing him knowing damn well he was ready to burst. 

He could feel her walls start to spasm and at this rate he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off on his release. Where did she want it this time? Did she want him to coat her chest? How about her mouth? That was her favorite place afterall. 

“Fill me up.” Gavin’s heart stopped. Did she not realize what that meant? If that were to happen then she might…

“Mia…you might..ah..fuck…get pregnant.” He tried to counter, but the lack of concern was evident in his voice. It was kind of hard to oppose the idea considering how good he felt inside of her. That being said, was he worried about Mia getting pregnant? Yes. Did he want to get Mia pregnant? Fuck yes. 

Every time they were intimate he cursed the condom he wore the minute his release was imminent. He wanted to fill her with his cum and watch as her stomach grew in the upcoming months with the life they created. He wanted to be the one to fuck her over and over again until he put a baby in her. No cum wasted and no hole left unfilled. But he always had to bury that urge for her sake. 

Mia’s expressions turned bashful as her movements became languid. “I don’t mind. I wanna have your baby…”

Something within Gavin snapped. 

Within seconds he found himself on top of her, his once restrained hands caging Mia under him. There was a heat pooling at his abdomen, his entire body growing hot.

Mia looked at him, the surprise written all over her face. She looked at the hands that confined her to the mattress. The realization quickly hit her that the cuffs had been broken in two. 

“Gav, how did you-AH!” Her words were cut off by the feel of him roughly thrusting into her.  

He pressed his lips against her ear, his hot breath brushing against her skin. He felt Mia shudder slightly. 

“That wasn’t very nice, riling me up like that,” His voice was low and rasped. 

Gavin wasn’t sure what came over him, but he was damn sure he was going to finish what they started. 

All that could be heard throughout their apartment were the sounds of skin slapping against each other, along with the creaks from their bed, and their voices mixed together. Gavin was sure their neighbors were going to have a field day come the morning, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to take Mia in every way he could. 

And so he did. 

“Tell me how badly you want a baby. Doesn’t matter how much because you know I’ll give you as many as you want. Just say the word and I’ll paint your pretty pussy all over, give you everything.” Mia opened her mouth to respond but the only thing she could do was cry out for him. 

“It's okay, gorgeous, I understand. Just be a good girl and take it all.”

Never had he wanted to ruin her so badly and never had he seen her turn into such a mess under him. She clutched onto him, nails digging into his back and she begged for him to continue his unrelenting tempo, pleading for him to drive his cock deeper into her pussy. 

And when their release came? God. There was something that washed over Gavin that had him on a high. 

He felt himself twitch inside her as his hips continued to rock against her, hoping to fuck his cum back into her. When he finally came back to his senses he looked down at Mia whose body twitched each time she let out a breath. 

A few seconds ticked by before Gavin drew his hips back, slowly pulling out her.  He watched as a mixture of their fluids leaked out of her and felt a sense of pride at his handiwork. Finally he was able to give her a piece of himself that could never be erased. 

He looked over Mia’s sweat-covered body again as he was about to reach out to caress body then realization dawned on him.

Gavin was so caught up in the moment that he had completely forgotten about his precious Mia and her needs.

“Shit! Are you okay, Mia?” He quickly sat up trying to give her room to breathe. Mia didn’t respond. The only thing that could be heard were the sounds of her heavy pants. 

“B-babe?” He hurt her! Oh god! Was he too rough? Did she need to go to a hospital? How was he going to explain this to the doctors?!

“Oh my god,” She rasped then weakly buried her face in her hands. 

Panic started to bubble up in his chest. He wasn’t sure of what to do. Hold her? Give her space? 

Mia removed her hands from her flustered face and looked at him, causing Gavin to tense up.

She sat up slowly, wincing as she did and with a small smile she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling back down into the bed. Gavin let out a shaky breath of relief as he felt the barrage of kisses against his face.

 “That was incredible!” It took him a second to realize what she was referring to. She actually liked what they did? She wasn’t horrified by his behavior in the least? He honestly wouldn’t blame her if she never wanted him to touch her again.

“You sure you’re okay?” He looked at her skeptically, not fully convinced that she enjoyed any of that. 

“Gav, I’m not made of glass. You’re not going to break me…well…not in a literal sense. You can rough me up a little bit.” She laughed.

“But I could have hurt you. You…” He trailed off seeing the disapproval written on her face.

“Gavin, we just had amazing sex. The sex was so good, I can barely sit up. This was something that we both wanted and you can’t lie and say otherwise after breaking handcuffs just to fuck me,” She teased.

Gavin could feel his ears burn from embarrassment. 

Noticing this Mia giggled and kissed his cheek. 

“Promise me you won’t hold back anymore? I want to see this side of you. The side that’ll turn me into a mess and have me seeing stars within seconds then turn around and pamper me soon after. Be rough with me, baby.” Gavin nodded at her request before she pulled him in for a gentle kiss.

They laid like that until the urge to rid themselves of the sweat and stickiness overpowered their desire to lay in each other's arms.

Mia was the first to roll away or at least she attempted to. The minute she tried to get off the bed her tired body refused to move, resulting in her almost falling off if not for Gavin’s quick reflexes. 

“Maybe I went a little overboard.” Gavin said sheepishly as he gathered her up in his arms, carrying her to the bathroom.

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A nice hot bath and a massage later Gavin found himself wrapped in Mia’s arms, his cheek pressed against her chest as she lazily played with his hair. It was enough to almost lull him to sleep, but there was a burning question plaguing his mind.

“Were you serious about what you said? About wanting kids?” 

The gentle caresses slowed.

“Well yeah…unless that wasn’t something you…I mean I know we were both caught up in the moment so I don’t want you to feel-” 

“All I want is to have a family with you. To have you become the mother of my children would be a dream come true. ” He nuzzled his face against her chest and lightly stroked her clothed stomach. The thought of her carrying his child and raising them in a loving home, something he never had, made his heart swell. 

Gavin often imagined what life would be like with a family of his own. He’d give up his nice apartment in the city for a house in the suburbs. Sure he’d have to deal with annoying neighbors and fight a few PTA parents, but his kid was going to have a peaceful and safe life. Speaking of ‘safe’, if he had to trade in Sparky for an SUV he’d do it without hesitation. Can’t take a child to their basketball games or dance recitals on a motorcycle. 

Mia let out a content sigh. “When we’re ready I’ll stop taking birth control and we’ll go from there.” 

“You’re still on it?”  He asked, making no effort to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Mmhmm! I didn’t want our first time without a condom to be what seals the deal and pressure you into something this big so soon.” So his efforts were for nothing? Gavin couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness at that. 

“Are you pouting?” She asked, amused. 

“Of course not…” He totally was. 

“Aww! Don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of chances to get me pregnant.” Gavin did like the sound of that. If there was one thing Gavin wasn’t, it would be a quitter. He was a firm believer in the ‘if at first you don’t succeed, try and try again’ rule. 

“Would that mean you’d want to get married?” Mia looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

“You should know by now that you’re stuck with me forever. We could go down to the courthouse and- ” Gavin quickly sat up and locked eyes with her. If it wasn’t almost midnight he would definitely have gone over there and made it official, but Mia deserved better. She deserved a proper proposal and the wedding of her dreams, not something that’s done in haste. He didn’t even have a ring to slip onto her finger yet. 

He had to do this right.

“You have no idea how badly I want to do that, but I want to ask you to marry me properly. It’s gonna happen. I promise,”  Gavin took her hand and gently kissed her ring finger. 

Mia smiled fondly at his words, but that smile immediately disappeared the minute she noticed red markings around his hand.

“Honey, your wrists!” She urgently took his hand and analyzed the slightly red rings around both of his wrists. It must have been when he broke out of the handcuffs. 

“It’s not that bad.” Mia frowned at him before giving both wrists delicate kisses.

“Do I even want to know how you managed to break out of those cuffs?” 

“Well it was one of the first things I learned how to do as an agent sooo…” Mia giggled as she gently massaged his hands.

“Maybe next time I should be the one in handcuffs.”

 Gavin immediately perked up.

“So there’s a next time?”

Mia let out another laugh. 

“How else are we going to play cops and robbers, Officer Bai?”

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[just-a-quirkless-loser]

What Did I Do To Deserve You?

ITS WHAT!?!

Alpha Dabi x F! Omega Reader

Words: 2.5K

Summary: Dabi finds out it’s your birthday

Soundtrack: ‘Safety Net’ by Ariana Grande ft. Ty Dolla $ign

Cuddling with your alpha, Dabi, is always the best. His smokey scent always engulfs your entire being as his strong arms keep you grounded against his chest. He always looks at you like you’re the best thing on this planet. Although, his snuggles are the least of your concern right now. 

Right now, you’re trying to figure out how you’ll survive another minute of the cuddling position he has chosen for this moment. He’s sitting on the couch with you straddling his hips, your body arched into him as he keeps on hand settled on your ass. The other hand is fumbling with a Wii controller, clumsily playing bowling. It’s actually kinda cute how much your alpha loves to play video games (you hypothesis it may be because of how he was treated as a child but, Dabi barely talks about his childhood nowadays). 

The problem, however, is that your alpha has decided to make you suffer. His hardness grinds into your core every time you try to move. You swear up and down in your mind that he does this on purpose to torture you for going to work every day. It’s pure agony laying there, feeling yourself get wetter and wetter after each second. 

Dabi, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He enjoys the way your core radiates warmth on his dick. Plus, you’ve been at work so much lately that he’s barely had you to himself for longer than an hour before you retire to your shared bedroom and pass out from exhaustion. Your asshole boss has been keeping you in the office longer since you have a big project coming up. 

The alpha within him hates being separated from his omega but, he understands that you need your own independence. Thus, having this Thursday morning with you all to himself has made him incredibly happy. He thinks for a moment that maybe you might be sick (you only ever call out of work if you physically can’t make it) but you show no signs of illness. Then, his mind rejoices at the idea that you’ve finally agreed to quit your stupid job and allow him to provide for you; you quickly shot down this motion and told him you simply wanted to relax for once. He pouts. 

“I’m not giving up hope,” you giggle and kiss his cheek. Kissing him on the lips would be a dangerous game right now. 

“I’m sure you won’t, alpha,” Dabi’s nose flares. Glancing down at you, he runs his tongue along his teeth. Goodness, how have you survived this long in his lap? 

Your starting match with your mate is cut short by your phone ringing. You flick his nose on your way up and yelp as he swats your ass in retaliation. You look back to glare at him but he’s innocently looking at the t.v., looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes. Sometimes you truly cannot believe this same man works for the League. 

“Hello, Momma,” you sigh a bit as you answer the phone. You didn’t expect her to call you. 

“Y/N!!! Happy Birthday, my beautiful girl. How are you enjoying it?” you can hear Dabi pause his game. You silently curse your mother for finally deciding to be attentive to you.

“It’s going good, momma. I took off of work for the day,” by now, Dabi is silently staring at you. His tall figure looms over you as he mouths ‘birthday’ to you. You nod your head, wondering for a moment how the fuck his hearing is so good. 

“You deserve it. It’s such a beautiful thing to turn 17,” you sigh once again. You suppose you were asking too much for your mother to remember your age in addition to remembering the day she pushed you out of her vagina. 

“Momma, I’m turning 20,” you try not to let her ruin your mood. You try to be thankful that she’s at least making an effort. On the other hand, Dabi looks at the phone in disgust. You’ve never really told Dabi about your childhood but, he had picked up over time that you were in the same boat as himself.

“Oh dear, I’m sorry. Time is flying by so fast,” you just shake your head.

“Yeah, it really is. I have to go, ma. I’m getting ready to go do some shopping. I deserve it.”

“Yes, yes you do. I love you, Y/N,” you can tell she feels bad.

“As I do you, momma,” you end the call. You know it must hurt her when you don’t tell her you love her back but, you’ve never been able to tell her that. You care for her but, it’s so hard forgiving her. 

“IT’S WHAT!?!?!” ahhh, yes, you now have to deal with Dabi. It’s actually kinda funny how your birthday has just now dawned on his mind. However, you don’t dare laugh because you already know he feels bad enough for not knowing in the first place. “Omega, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, I don’t normally celebrate it. My boss normally gives me the day off no matter how much I protest. I just wanted to spend the day with you,” you relish in the warmth of his palm as he starts to stroke your cheek. You stare into his deep, cerulean eyes, feeling yourself get lost. “Don’t feel bad, alpha. It’s not that important.”

“IT IS IMPORTANT,” he snaps a bit, nuzzling your head. “It’s the day you were born to be mine. I don’t know what I’d be without you.”

“You’d be the same, just a bit more aggressive,” you giggle. You have no doubt in your mind that your alpha would be single without you. It takes a special kind of person to deal with your Dabi. 

“That’s beside the point. Why didn’t you celebrate your birthday?” your eyes narrow as he speaks in the past tense.

“I DON’T celebrate it because I never got into it. I never really told you this ‘cause uh,” you rub the back of your neck in embarrassment. You know that you owe it to him to at least give him a good explanation. “Growing up, my parents were on really hard drugs. I mostly tried to avoid being in the house after things got bad so I was out working most of the time, trying to survive. I never really noticed my birthday since, you know, I was too preoccupied with taking care of myself. Then, the years started going by too fast till I just gave up trying to celebrate.”

“Y/N, Omega, look at me when I say this,” he cups your face in his hands, his nose rubbing against your, both of your eyes staring at each other. “Never feel ashamed of your past. Never feel ashamed to tell me things about yourself. I will never judge you. I love you so much, baby. Never forget that.”

“Yes, alpha,” and the matter was forgotten in your eyes. For the rest of the day, Dabi treated you like a queen (although, if you’re being honest, it didn’t really feel any different from how he normally treats you. If anything, he didn’t even let you walk). That night, he cooked you dinner and played with your hair the way you liked as he lulled you to sleep.

Once he was sure you were asleep, Dabi crept out of the bed. He watched you for a moment as you whined, hand-stretched out searching for your alpha. Your hand soon found his scented pillow and you decided it would be your ‘faux’ Dabi. It was adorable. Dabi made sure to snap a few pictures before sneaking out to the living room to make his call. 

“Dabi, this better be fucking good. It’s booty-call hours and I know you’re not calling me for that….unlesssss?”

“Giran shut the fuck up and listen. I want to use some of my money to take Y/N on a small trip for her birthday. Not too extravagant. She hates shit like that,” Dabi was already regretting calling the man. 

“When’s her birthday?” Dabi could hear Giran shuffling around with a piece of paper. He could imagine he was probably writing down information. 

“It was today. She just t-”

“What the fuck, Dabi?!?! How could you forget her FUCKING BIRTHDAY?! SHE’S THE BEST FUCKING THING YOUR SORRY ASS IS GONN-” Dabi had to cool the rage of his inner alpha.

“She just fucking told me, you old, senile bastard. She wasn’t even going to tell me. I found out because her good-for-nothing mother called,” Dabi was pinching the bridge of his nose. He was still pissed you hadn’t shared something so important with him. He was even more pissed at himself for not realizing sooner. 

“Oh...my bad. How soon do you want the plans to be made?”

“As soon as possible. I don’t care how much money it costs to get reservations and shit. I just want to treat her the way she deserves. Also, tell Shigaraki that I’ll be out of commission for the days you book. I mean it. None of you better fucking call me,” his voice dropped an octave. “This is my omega’s time. I’ll let you sorry fucks die if you’re stupid enough to get into trouble while I’m gone.”

“Geez, I get it. I’ll tell the others. If it’s for Y/N, we’ll lay low for a few days,” you had managed to weasel your way into the hearts of the group. Every time one of them had come to your home pleading, you took care of them. Hell, even Shigaraki tolerated you. 

“Thank you,” Dabi meant it. “I’ll let you get back to your sleep.”

Then, he was back in the bed with you. You knew nothing of what had happened and he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he told you of the plans he (well, technically Giran) made. 

                                                          ***

“Hell no,” why did you have to be such a difficult omega? “I have a job, Dabi.”

“Baby, it’s only a few days. I know you have more than enough vacation days saved up. Just let your daddy take care of you,” you blushed hard. You had been getting ready for work when Dabi told you he had planned something for your birthday.

“Dabi, I can’t just not show up to work. Plus, I have work to do for this project,” you went to step around your alpha when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

“No, you don’t. I already asked your boss and he said you can come. It’s only for a few days babe. I promise you’ll love it,” he was giving you his pout. You turned your head to the side knowing that you would cave in to his demands the longer he looked at his face. You must resist temptation. You must...you must...you...have never seen Dabi look at you the way he is now. He seems so excited for whatever he has planned. You can’t bring yourself to deny his excitement. 

“Fine. What do I need to pack?” Dabi rejoiced in your defeat, smiling down at you. 

“I’ve already packed for you,” your alpha pulls a suitcase from underneath the bed. Ahhh, so that’s where some of your clothes had gone. “I’ve already got the car outside all gassed up, Giran said he’ll drop by to make sure the house is taken care of, and I’ve got your favorite snacks waiting to be eaten by you.”

This man truly loves you with all his being. You spend the next hours napping in the car per Dabi’s request. Even though you’d never admit it, it feels so good to have a break from working in your work cubicle. Maybe, you’ll decide to take a few more days off more often. After you wake up for your cat-nap, you eat your snacks like a good girl, giggling at any of the stupid roadtrip games Dabi comes up with. 

Every time you ask about your destination, Dabi just shoots you a conspiratorial grin and tells you to “enjoy the ride like a good girl.” You squint your eyes at him the first few times as you think about reaching over to grab his dick. You decide against it, your self-preservation telling you that idea may not be the best course of action. 

The day is slowly turning into evening but you don’t mind. The day has been immaculate at your alpha’s side. 

Eventually, Dabi tells you to close your eyes. You do so with no argument, ready to see what your surprise is (at this point, you’ve learned there is no point in trying to protest). You hear the car stop and Dabi helps you out, his hands covering your eyes as he walks you somewhere. From what you can feel, you’re somewhere with gravel. That revelation does nothing to tell you where you are. 

“How much further?” you whine. You’ve been walking for a few minutes now, every so often you stumble over a pebble, making Dabi laugh.

“How do you manage to trip and I’m literally guiding you?” you huff.

“Answer my question fool,” you yelp as Dabi gives you a quick swat to the butt. You rub the sting away and give him an imaginary glare. 

Instead of answering, he uncovers your eyes to the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life (aside from Dabi ofcourse). A log cabin stands in front of you, large windows spanning from the ground to the ceilings. It looks like it may be made of pine wood. Everything looks so polished and poised. But, that’s not even the best part. 

From where you stand, you can smell water. Walking a few steps ahead of Dabi, you can see a beautiful lake behind the cabin, the water glistening as it reflects the setting sun. Hues of magenta, tangerine, and candy apple sprays across the sky. Light is giving way to night before your very eyes and you feel yourself beginning to tear up. The sandy beach feels heavenly on your toes, the air feels calm and fresh, the lake still sparkling. 

You can still hear Dabi behind you as you wrap your arms around yourself. You try to cry silently but, you just end up full-on sobbing. No one has ever done something so thoughtful for you; no one has cared enough about you to do anything like this.

Your alpha doesn’t ask you what’s wrong. He just keeps you against his chest as he lets you deal with your emotions. By the look on your face, he can tell he’s done a good job by consulting with Giran. 

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my omega,” you grin. You’ll have to start letting him care for you more often if this is what he comes up with.

You both walk along the beach, laughing at each other when either of you trip on the mounds of sand. It’s another moment of calm that is reserved for only the two of you. 

“So, you do like the beach?” Dabi looks nervous as he holds you.

“I love it.”

“Good. It’s our beach now,” and, although it sounds innocent enough, you look at him with squared eyes.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I bought the beach,” give it some time to set in. Okay, maybe a few more moments of digestion.

“YOU DID WHAT?!?!”

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[trash-writings]

Soft!Hisoka x Fem!Reader

A lovely commission. If you’re interested in commissioning me, please send me a message to talk! 

Summary: Hisoka gets a little needy of your attention, and uses his Bungee Gum to his advantage. 

Warnings: little bondage, fem!reader, praise kink 

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The television’s glow lights up your dark bedroom as you rest on the oversized pink beanbag chair in front of your bed that Hisoka had gifted you a few months back. It really is the most comfortable place to sit in front of your bedroom television and play on your console for hours on end. Especially since the weather had shifted, and snow covered the ground outside and the weather made it a necessity to have the heat on making the house warm and cozy throughout the evenings.  

“----,” Hisoka’s musical voice wafts into your bedroom before he appears into the doorway. “What are you up to?” His fingers massage your shoulders, while he lays on your bed to continue giving you attention while you play.

“What’s it look like, silly?” You say leaning your head back against the soft mattress and looking into Hisoka’s golden eyes. “How was your day?” He pecks you on the lips once before answering.

“Oh, as fulfilling as usual,” he looks away and sighs. “The arena was rather boring today, but there’s always something interesting going on around here.”

“That’s good to hear,” you sit back up and focus back on the game while Hisoka rubs your shoulders.

Silence, well, close to silence ensues. The game coming from the television being the only thing putting out sound in the bedroom. Even Hisoka, who is usually very noisy, sits in silence with you. His fingers move from your shoulders, to the nape of your neck and up to your hair. He twirls the soft strands between his slim fingers, tugging on them and getting your eyes to focus on him.

“Play with me,” he begs with a soft pout on his lips. Something is different about him tonight. You are not exactly sure what caused it, but the softness and almost childlike nature of his request is too cute to ignore.

“Do you want me to go get the other controller?”

“Not that way, my love.” His finger’s leave your scalp. In a quick motion you see a flash of pink and then the control is flung from your hand and onto the rug in front of the dresser where your television sits beside the other controller.

“Hisoka!” You giggle as he pulls you up onto the bed by your armpits.

“Oh, hush,” he presses a soft kiss to your lips. His tongue grazes your bottom lip, and you part your lips for him to slip it in and deepen the kiss.

You lay back against the bed, your head hitting one of your pillows as Hisoka moves, parting your thighs with his knees. You smile looking up at him, his eyes grazing your body looking for the first place to touch, kiss, give all his attention to. His hands slide under your oversized shirt, his fingers and palms delicately caressing the skin of your sides.

“So beautiful,” he tells you while leaning down to kiss your nose. His lips move to your cheek, then your jaw, and down your neck to your shoulders. Each time his lips touch your skin he pushes your shirt up more and more. “Sit up,” he orders.

You sit up, allowing him to take your shirt off and unclasp your bra. He gently pushes your shoulders back and you fall against the pillows again. You reach up to pull him down with you and he chuckles.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says flicking his pointer finger once and then your hands are bound and above your head to the headboard. You recognize the soft pink aura encapsulating your hands and wrists as his Nen technique: Bungee gum. It took you nearly a year of living with Hisoka to start to recognize it, since he was rarely around to teach you and well… he’s not the best teacher in the world.

You tug against the Bungee Gum, seeing it won’t come loose from the headboard. “I want to touch you,” you complain to him.

He smiles before speaking. “This way I have complete access to you, my love.”

“I promise I won’t disobey!”

“Then be a good girl and be quiet for me, my love.” His lips once again go back to teasing your neck and his teeth graze the skin gently, making you squirm beneath him. “Stay still or I’ll bind your legs to the bed,” he warns before kissing the soft skin of your right breast. He kisses the left one next, his tongue then gliding down the skin to your nipple.

You try and still your legs and hips as he sucks on your nipple, making you moan loudly, and your eyes roll back into your head. His tongue drags from your left nipple across your chest leaving a trail of saliva to your right nipple. He gives it just as much attention, his tongue swirling around it and sucking lightly.

“Hisoka, this teasing has to stop!” You cry out needing more than this relentless attention to your breasts. “Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” He looks up, his eyes glowing with excitement. You let out a shaky breath, nervous about what he might suggest. “I’ll think about it,” he says his tongue protruding from his lips before attaching it to your skin once more. He drags it from the center of your chest, down to your navel. The wetness tickling your senses and making you arch your back as he passes your naval.

As his tongue drags down your stomach, his fingers are pulling your panties down your legs, and tossing them to the floor. He sits up on his knees between your legs, admiring your body below him. You use your right leg to kick at the back of his thighs, hoping to pull him down against you, but he easily takes the force and remains in his place.

“Naughty girl,” he teases with a playful smile before raising his hands and dramatically waving them around before pointing them at your ankles and stickling them to the bed with his Bungee Gum.

Now, you’re left completely at his mercy.

“Much better,” he smiles clapping his hands together. He pulls his shirt off and pulls his pants off his body. He tosses the ripped pants to the side along with his top leaving him in just his tight boxers now, his excitement showing clearly in front of you.

He positions himself back on his stomach between your thighs, his fingers teasing your exposed lips. His tongue slides up your slit once, making you moan as he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. You moan, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back against the pillow in bliss.

Hisoka’s tongue presses flat against your cunt, enjoying every bit of your wetness before starting to suck on your clit. You cry out, unable to hold in any noise at all while he goes down on you. His skill with his tongue is overwhelming and you wish you could reach out, grab his hair, and force him further into you until you’re cumming all over his face.

But you can’t.

He made sure of that, and you regret your previous words, wanting him to give into you and let you squeeze your thighs around his face. Fuck, anything to give you some more friction. It’s like he’s holding back to taunt you, make you go crazy. If only he started to finger you or even shove his tongue inside your hole while teasing your clit with his thumb.

So many possibilities flood your mind, but your build up continues to grow tenser and tenser inside of you. You getting so close, you can’t take it anymore.

“Hisoka!” You cry out as you cum around his tongue, your thighs shaking and ankles tugging against the Bungee Gum. “Fuck,” you moan out letting your body finally relax form its tensing.

Hisoka laughs, sitting up on his elbows and looking up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your release. He wipes his lips and chin with his hand, licking up the excess. “I can’t let any of you go to waste,” he teases climbing up your body and kissing your lips.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” you beg when he breaks the kiss. “I want you inside of me so bad Hisoka,” you beg more.

“Anything for you, my love,” he pushes his underwear down and takes his stiff cock in his hand before pressing against your entrance. “Are you ready?” You nod, letting him know he’s good to go. His cock enters you, stretching your desperate cunt and making you cry out. It feels so good after your first orgasm, making you even more sensitive than usual.

“I-I wanna touch you,” you beg him, flailing your wrists and shaking the headboard. “Please!”

“Alright, fine,” he laughs and releases his Nen. Your hands and legs are finally free, and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders while he starts thrusting into you.

Your nails dig into his skin while he fucks you, holding onto him while he rocks into your body. He caresses your cheek with the back of his fingers and holds your shoulder still while he thrusts deeper into you. Keeping a steady pace, sure not to be too rough with you while still making you feel blissful.

“You feel so fucking good around me, my love.” He moans after telling you this. “You always feel so good and look so pretty beneath me.” His gentle praise makes you smile while he starts to fuck into your harder. It’s hard to not scream out each time the head of his cock hits the sweet spot inside of you, but you manage to keep your voice down.

“It’s okay, let me know how much you like me fucking you. Moan as loud as you want for me.” He chuckles before sucking at the supple skin between your shoulder and neck. His body weight on you only adds to the pleasure building up inside of you, your second orgasm approaching rapidly.

“Hisoka!” You cry out feeling him fuck into you deeper. He pushes your knee up with his right hand, giving himself a better angle inside of you. He sits up, pushing your other knee against your body and throwing both legs over his shoulders. It’s unreal how good he feels fucking this deep into your core. You close your eyes and swear you see stars.

“Gonna, gonna,” you chant feeling your body come undone at his hands. “Gonna cum!” You cry out before you cum again, this time around his cock. You let your body go limp while he continues fucking you through your orgasm.

Your thighs quiver on his shoulders. His grunts get louder and his thrusts more erratic. He’s close, his body language giving him away. He closes his eyes, lips parting as he cums inside of you with one last thrust. He lets his head fall down, forehead against yours while he presses your thighs against your body.

It’s uncomfortable, but you can’t tell him to move now while he enjoys the aftermath of his orgasm. You kiss the damp skin of his forehead and push his shoulders, letting him know you need him to move.

“So fucking perfect,” he mumbles throwing himself down beside you on the bed. “You’re always so so good to me.”

You cuddle at his side, kissing his shoulder gently. “You’re always so good to me too,” you giggle looking up at him with a soft smile. He smiles back, looking up at the ceiling and closing his eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight,” he warns making your body ache with anticipation.

#hunter x hunter #hxh #hisoka x reader #hisoka marow x reader #hisoka smut #hisoka marow smut #commission #commissions #commisionwork #writing commission

[orange-plum]

So I was commissioned by @andrastesassets to write about the scene in “Satan and Me” where Satan gives his wings away for Natalie, but from his POV. This was kinda a big turning point as a wake-up call in the series for him, as you’re probably aware if you’ve read past that point and seen him be more open with his feelings and such. Anyway, it was a fun little thing to explore (yes, this is canon thoughts of his). I never expected to be commissioned to explore deeper into a canon of my stories that hasn’t been put into words before with the images alone of the updates, but I’m def open to that in the future!

Without further ado, here you go.

The looming presence behind him paled in comparison to the disorienting lurch his stomach gave as he kneeled on the unwelcoming cement floor. Keeping his gaze down, concentrating on the little tremors of his arms holding him upright, Satan struggled to properly see through the fog of stress clouding his mind. Clouding his judgement.

Fuck, this wasn’t the right thing to do, was it? Was he being too hasty? Should he spring up and sprint out the door before he followed through with something he couldn’t come back from? This was definitely one of his more impulsive and reckless decisions he’d ever committed to. Nothing could truly be worth this kind of –

Satan’s hand twitched, starting to rise as nerves got the best of him, when a blur of orange and maroon hovered on the edge of his peripheral. For a brief moment, he found himself vaguely wondering what the smudge of color was in the expanse of drab brown walls and muted trim. 

Reality came crashing against him like an unforgiving tide for what seemed like the tenth time this morning. Sweat gathered at the base of his neck and he swallowed.

Satan returned his palm flat against the cement, locking his joints and muscles into place so that he would not stand up. His stomach did another discombobulated lurch.

Right. This was for Natalie. Natalie, who had no right looking so gray, Father, she was like a corpse.

She is a corpse! His mind howled the confirmation at him, leaving his breaths shallow in his welling panic.

Yes, that was true. It had been true for hours now, yet, somehow, the complete depth of what that really entailed eluded him in his denial. How could she be dead when she had talked to him only moments ago? Human’s lives had always felt fleeting, but had any ever felt quite this temporary before? 

Less than a year they had been together . . . How had she burrowed this deeply under his skin? When? Satan tried to conjure a memory to pinpoint the exact moment Natalie had become a constant in his life as he bore his back to Death and Pestilence. In the end, it was fruitless. Between his ears remained endless static.

The tension in the air was suffocating. His arms trembled, but he kept his jaw clenched.

He would give them no further satisfaction when taking the last bit of value he still possessed of his former self. They would not see him fall apart at their feet. That could come later, when left in the privacy of this cold, dreary room, where he could lick his wounds and recover in peace.

He was still Lucifer, the Morning Star and omen of destruction to all who opposed him, wings or not.

But, fuck . . . Father, he would prefer to keep his wings.

Somehow, boneless and lightheaded from the trauma of the morning, Satan noticed, with a small sense of intrigue, that his back actually felt heavier now that it was empty. How was that possible? 

The long gashes where the trunks had been swiftly carved open spewed boiling trails of lava down his skin, soaking into the hem of his robe and pooling Great Lakes onto the floor. Energy had left in his limbs the moment the numbing kiss of Death’s blade breached his muscles.

On wobbling legs, Satan rose in his shock and joined Natalie at her side. He carefully reached toward her, gliding the tips of his fingers against her ashen cheek, almost afraid to touch, because she looked exactly the same. What the hell? She looked no different than when she had been splayed out like a weathered ragdoll amongst her bedsheets at sunrise, goddamnit. 

Before he could garner enough strength to turn on his company and spew venom and vitriol from his lips, Satan froze. Warmth wafted over his fingers under her nose as he lowered his hand. Closer inspection revealed the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The nauseating cramping in his stomach abated so suddenly, he almost keeled over right then and there.

“Give it a few minutes,” Death commented over his shoulder, as if reading his mind. There was no longer a smile in his voice, his face a neutral mask as Satan glanced at him with gritted teeth, the sight of his former pride being folded up and collected like loose laundry too much to bear. “It takes a little while for a soul to acclimate into their body after death. I assure you, her color and liveliness will rekindle when she wakes up.”

Through the haze, Satan vaguely realized he must’ve been making some type of suspicious face when Death suddenly snorted and shook his head, his eyes gleaming. “For all we’ve been acquainted, Lucifer, you should know I’m not one to break my word. Give my regards to little Natalie when she rejoins the land of the living, won’t you. As always, it’s been a pleasure. I look forward to seeing you and your brother again when the time comes for your big day.”

With the room empty, peppered only with the soft sounds of Natalie’s breaths and the distant echoes of Death’s laughter down the desolate hallway, the elephant in the room was no longer avoidable. Satan slumped against a wall, transfixed by the rise and fall of the chest beside him. Even more so as the rosiness began to fill Natalie’s cheeks the longer she breathed life into her form.

His previous adrenaline had left him a hollow puppet, now that there was no longer the turbulent cocktail of anxiety and doubt weighing on his shoulders. Satan allowed himself to drift to the floor, lying beside the only person he had ever met who had compelled him to do something so utterly foolish. Jesus, her daredevil stunts to ground him at his lowest points seemed to have rubbed off on him, and likely not for the better.

Satan’s wounds throbbed at the edges, a constant reminder of the magnitude of what he had just done.

Don’t think about it, his mind lethargically reminded. What’s done is done, so don’t start regretting it now.

“Prophecy child, huh . . . ” Satan muttered, his arm leveraged under his head like a makeshift pillow. The light cascading through the windows almost seemed to light up Natalie’s hair in its luminescence. Amongst the carnage splattered around them from his sacrifice, she was ethereal and without blemish.

He had found out about the Child of Prophecy by chance, becoming enraged at the notion of being kept in the dark so late in the game. Natalie’s existence had changed from an everyday annoyance to one of unbearable burden.

She had the power to sway him? To sway his empire and everything he worked for? A being like that, who would steal his autonomy or cast him spellbound, was too dangerous to fraternize with. There was just too much on the line to risk throwing away for some goofy, loud-mouthed human without an ounce of self-preservation.

And so Satan had done the only logical thing he could think of at the time: He ran away, leaving her with that pitiful, crumpled face as he rejected her in that inconsequential Oregon town. The less time he spent with her, the better off he’d be.

Only . . . That had not played out as he’d hoped. Watching Natalie disappear over the side of a bridge had been like a bolt of electricity coursing through his body. That she would see him as the monster that he was, a grotesque monstrosity that even Michael had recoiled from, and attempt to help him, regardless? Well . . . Perhaps there was more to Natalie McAllister than he had originally considered. He’d cradled her close and winced while he repaid her kindness by accidentally boiling her alive.

Oregon was a wake-up call.

Natalie had piqued his curiosity, her smiling reassurance that she didn’t befriend monsters jumpstarting the heart in his chest that he had presumed stopped functioning centuries ago. Not only that, but he had no way of knowing he would soon find out that running toward the very man attacking her and her cowardly little friend, despite the blatant terror in her eyes, was only the tip of the iceberg.

“Oh,” Satan muttered, something foreign flooding into his chest, emotion catching in his throat as he stared at Natalie’s slumbering form.

Silencing Hell for him at the cost of her soul . . . 

Calling him her guardian angel. Crying, not for fear of Hell, but for fear of being separated from his company . . . 

As much as he wanted to deny it, the fondness in Natalie’s eyes as she smiled at him was undoubtedly genuine. She really did seem to look at him like he hung the stars above her head.

“I love you, Lucifer. I’m glad I got to meet someone like you.”

Satan trembled, unable to properly sort through the sensations overflowing from his chest as Natalie’s eyelashes began to flutter. Champagne bubbles tickled his stomach, and though not required to breathe to live, he felt so remarkably breathless at once.

So that’s what this is, Satan distantly thought, watching pale eyelashes finally parting to reveal a cognizant gaze, blinking against the trickle of sunlight warming her cheeks. When meeting Natalie’s eyes, he couldn’t keep the smile of relief from his face.

Satan understood that he had never experienced this before, but he somehow knew what to latch onto in his jumbled mind with unquestionable conviction.

I love her.

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[clarissalance]

Hints of something more

Albedo x fem!reader

Warning: Slight suggestive language at the end. 

Word count: 2k7

Summary: Apparently, visiting Albedo in Dragonspine has somehow opened a new door to your vague, no-label relationship. And Kaeya won’t stop teasing you about it.  

Before leaving for Dragonspine two days ago, Albedo told you to bring him some canvas, a few pencils and a paint set of watercolour. However, he failed to mention which brand and type of watercolour he wants you to bring. Is it a set of 24 colours? 48 colours or the 12 colours set? Furrow your eyebrows, you stared questioningly at the shelves, hesitating to pick one up. Knowing how picky Albedo is if it is not up to his standard. The man would refuse to touch the paint. 

What would he choose usually? You can’t seem to recall his watercolour preference. Funny how it is, he usually encourages you to follow your instinct. Human instinct is the best to study. He would say something like this out of nowhere. Sometimes they make a really questionable decision that I can’t decipher. Definitely one of his catch-on phrase. 

 Drilling holes on the shelves for too long is not the solution, so you finally choose the most expensive set of 48 watercolours in the store. You cross your fingers and hope that he doesn’t question your choice. There it goes for half of my salary. Far away, you can faintly see the outline of the money fairy waving at you, flying toward Celestia. I hope he will like this one. 

 Packing up the last few things inside your backpack, you prepare for the adventure to the Dragonspine to meet with the chalk prince. The bright sun on the blue canvas is almost halfway to the top. The weather would be lovely for a small picnic, too good to waste over climbing to Dragonspine. Dragging your body toward the front gate, you lazily hope to hitch someone carriage. It would be best to start early than arriving at the lab late.  

 The journey takes an hour by feet to walk from the city to the foot of Dragonspine and then takes another 2 hours to walk to Albedo’s lab on the mountain. It would be much faster if you can actually have combat fighting skill to head-on with the cryo mitachurl, but life is much a sadder reality. You don’t have a vision nor a combat skill to solo a whole camp of hilichurl. However, with your brain and your gifted survival (escaping) instinct, dodging a few camps and distracting a few of them isn’t very hard. 

 The weather in Dragonspine is much better than what you anticipated. The sky deep and clear, the veil of fog has thinned enough. The air is crisp, mist rises and slowly dissipates after each exhales. The sheer cold is as brutal and sharp knife-like as usual. You can’t understand how Albedo loves the weather in this place enough to set up a lab in here. A summer person like you refuses to set foot in this area unless for commissions and Albedo’s related purpose. Hnng, you are starting to regret coming here.  

There are a few more camps of hilichurl than usual on your way to the mountain, so you decide to take the longer route. At least meeting with a few Fatui is much more comforting than getting hit by an ice mitachurl shield. 

 By the time you get to the camp, the sun is standing proudly on the top. You get here an hour late, and much to your dismay, Albedo wasn’t in his lab. He is going out to look for more sample again. Heaving exhaustingly, you drop the heavy backpack thud on the ground. Scampering over the fire, you let out a satisfying at the charing fire. A pyro vision would be convenient to have in this weather. 

 With the sound of wood cracking under the desiring heat, the frost bearing breeze slowly finds its way into the camp, cooling the scorching radiation from the glowing fire. Warmth slowly crawls and sinks in on your dry skin, soothing the icy air. Exhausted, your eyelids slowly pull themselves over, threaten to extinguish your consciousness. A nap wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? You let out a long yawn, curl into a fetal position and use the bag as a pillow. Darkness comes within a second. 

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 You are woken up by the warmth on the hand caressing your cheek, running through your hair. The familiar smooth hand resting on your face doesn’t know you have woken up, the thumb fiddling with your soft skin. Nuzzle lovingly at the palm, you let out sigh contentment. The hand is big enough, gently and carefully tracing your face outline like it’s treasuring a gift. This familiar feeling tickles you like a feather. 

 Groggily, you peel your eyes open and greet with a stunning sight. Albedo is sitting next to you, the fluffy blond hair softly falls on the cheek, some being tucked under his ears. The teal eyes focus intently on the notebook in front of him, glimmering with interest and dedication, his long lashes fluttering like a butterfly wing on a flower petal. The golden diamond on his neck glimmers faintly under the flicker of light, stand out on his creamy white skin. His warm slender fingers still lightly touch your hair soothingly make you feel so relaxing. Letting out a satisfying purr, you press your plump lips on his wrist, successfully gets Albedo attention. 

 “ How long have you been up?” His soothing voice has never failed to calm your nerve. You yearn up a little bit, trying to peek at the notebook on his lap. It’s so far away, you can’t catch a glimpse from here. 

 “ A while.” You hum. “ Long enough to get drunken at your handsome features.” 

 His eyes widen a little bit, not expecting that coming out from your mouth. 

 At the corner of his eyes, he catches your cheeky grin. Beaming widely at him, you internally cringing at your cheesy remark. You don’t even know what gives you the courage to slip the embarrassing words. 

 Albedo smirks at your blatant flirt, his reaction opposite what you look for. He returns his attention back to the notebook. His eyes still remains a hint of amusement. You want to dig a hole and jump in it. 

Slowly rise up, you rub your eyes tiredly, and notice Albedo’s coat on your body. Did he put it on you? You glance at him curiously, trying to seek an explanation, but he remains quiet, focuses on the piece of paper. The sound of pencil rustling on the parchment eases you somehow, like waking up in a small cottage with your loved one. 

 “ What time is it? ” You let out a big yawn, voice thicks with sleep. His light coat somehow is warm. Maybe you should ask him where he got this. 

 “ It’s around 3.” Albedo mindlessly points out. “ You can sleep more. Put my coat on if you're cold.” He reminds.  

 “ I shouldn’t be sleeping longer. Let me help with your work so I can get back to Mondstadt on time.” You scratch your head, your body is numbing over the sheer cold. Throw on Albedo coat, you hope the thin layer can keep you warm a little bit longer. His coat smells like frost and Cecilia. Inside the pocket, you find a heating pack. Maybe this is what kept you warm when you were sleeping.  

  “ M almost finished.” The sound of paper rustling each time he turns a page. “I can accompany you back to the city.” 

 “ But I haven’t done anything?” You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, hands folding at your chest, trying to saviour some warmth. “You’re sure you finished?” 

 “ Yes, just a few more retouches, then we can go back.” Albedo nods, his eyes still glued on the piece of paper. Abruptly, he stops and looks up at you, waving his hand, signalling you to get closer. Obediently, you walk toward him. When you are an arm-length from him, the man gestures at the chair put closely next to him. He wants you to sit down?

 You sit down quietly, trying to take a look at the drawing he is working on. Hmm, is that you? Did he draw your sleeping form? On the paper is the portrait of you curl like a fetal, your long hair splaying on the floor. Each stroke of pencil depicts the gentleness you have in your face when you are sleeping. The drawing is mundane somehow, you feel comfortable and relax when looking at the piece. 

 Suddenly, you felt a warm hand slotting in your palm, elbow nudging yours. His slender digits are weaving tightly with your fingers, warmth tingling on the tips of your fingers. . Look up from the drawing, you see a tint of pink on his ears. So he can also get embarrassed. 

 “ You look cold.” He mumbles, eyes avoiding yours, his cheek flush furiously. “Sit closer.” You gladly shift closer, your hand and shoulder touching his. Albedo picks up the pencil and returns to his drawing. This time he turns to a new page, start to draw another specimen. Looking at the sketch, you guess he is trying to sketch the abandoned ruins. The comfortable silence envelopes the two of you. 

 Being so close to him, you can make out the whiff of fresh Cecilia and pine. Engulf by his coat and, now next sitting next to him, you are bathing under his signature scent. It would be nice if I could feel him more. Blushing at the thought, you try to push away those not-so-innocent thoughts. Obviously, he is trying to be a gentleman. You should be grateful, if not because of him, you're going to freeze to death.

 Albedo is much warmer than you, his body radiating heat like a furnace after a while. Silently, you pick up a book you left here last time on the table. Most of his books are either textbooks or ancient language book about the alchemist, which you think you are qualified enough to read. Waiting for him in silence is a form of torture if you don’t do something. Your attention removes from his body and to the novel on your hand. 

 After what feels like two hours, Albedo finally puts down his pencil and stretches. His long limb knocks your hand a few times, your knees bump with his. He let out a tired yawn, cracking his knuckles. 

 “Finished?” Your eyes still glue on the thick book. You hear him let out a hum, his hand remove to clean up the mess on the table. 

 “ What are you having for dinner?” Albedo casually asks, hand dusting the enormous amount of eraser dust on the paper before dumping them in the trash. His voice wavers a little, but you aren't sure why. 

 “Hash brown and cream stew. I have a brownie for dessert.” You notice Albedo never makes small conversation like this. He is the type who would get straight to the point or request. Perc up from the book, you are faced with his back at you. He is arranging the bookshelves.

 “Do… you want to join me for dinner? ” After it felt like a while, you finally break the silence, your voice laces with uncertainty. If you read the atmosphere wrong, it can cost you quite severely.  

 “Sure.” He shrugs nonchalantly, continues sorting the stacks of books on the ground. Somehow you can feel the tension in the air is lifted, and he seems more relaxed than before. 

 “These are some observations and speculations I made in the last few days in here.” The chief alchemist hands you a folder. 

 You flip through the files, they are mostly pictures and drawing of large camps of hilichurl. At the end of the file is a map marked with their locations. The Abyss Order's activity has increased rapidly in this month. Commissions have been sent out continuously, yet many of them haven’t been sorted out properly yet. It seems like the sheer cold of Dragonspine can't prevent their enthusiasm. On your ways here, you have met 4 more camps, hence the reason why you choose to be acquainted with the Fatui instead.

 “I will give this to the Adventurer Guild. Thank you for this.” You exhale, fingers rubbing your eyes tiredly. The next few days are going to be very busy. 

 “If you are done, then pack up. We are going back.” He announces, returns his attention to pile on the ground. Fold the corner of the page, close the book, prepare the pack-up for the leave. You can’t wait to leave this devastating sheer cold and return back to the realm of fog and wind. Shuffling through your backpack, you put the art supplies Albedo asked you to buy on the table neatly. You didn't take anything out, so no need for packing. Basically, you are done. 

 “ Let’s go back.” 

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On the way back, you both walk in silence. Most of the camps are cleared, barrels and boxes shatter into tiny pieces scatter on the ground. Seem like our dear traveller has their job quite well. The place is almost spotless, even with the Fatui camp. You are impressed with their productivity.  

 It takes less than 2 hours walking back from Dragonspine, now that your bag is lighter. Walking comfortably next to Albedo, your hands grazing past each other a few times. You watch the sunset etches widely on the blushing hues orange sky in Dragonspine can be so romantic. 

 Suddenly feeling so motivated, you gently slip your index into his palm. Albedo freezes but still complies, his fingers caught your hand, slowly interlocking yours. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, heating creeping up your cheek. Shutting your eyes, you mumble incoherently something about how unfair life is. 

 He let out a breathy snicker, with your fingers interlock, sharing the heat in the harsh weather. Look up the fading orange, slowly disappear behind the layer of thick snow, you blow out warm air, fog gathers and dissipates in the air. Sunset in Dragonspine can be arguably one of the best scenes in Mondstadt. 

    “I’m going back to my office to put this away.” When you arrive at the gate, Albedo decides to head to the HQ of the Knight of Favonius. He motions at the package in his hand. 

 “ See you later at dinner.” Nonchalantly, he plants a kiss on your cheek, hand ruffles your hair a little bit before head off in the opposite direction. 

 You stand there, still trying to comprehend what just happened a few seconds ago. The peck on your cheek is too short, too light, like feather brushes. He can’t do this to you. Your cheek is blazing with fire, and if not careful, a spark can ignite an explosion right here. You turn your head sideways, trying to saviour and recall the feeling of his lips. 

 “ Tch tch.” The sound is coming from the nearby alley, the click-clack of boots coming closer. You whirl your head toward that direction, just to realize the source of the sound is all-mighty Calvary Captain of the Knight of Favonius. 

 “ Love is really in the air.” He comments sarcastic, hand waving around to shoo away those imaginable ‘love’. 

 “ Living this long, I have never thought I would be able to see our Alchemist Chief giving someone a goodbye kiss.” Kaeya smugs at you, his deep blue eyes gleaming with mischief. Oh, you really can't wait to wipe his shit-eating grin off his face. 

 “Stop being a drama queen, Kaeya.” You shot back. “ He gave Klee one too, don’t treat this as such an abnormal supernatural act.” Internally, you have to say that Albedo giving affection is kind of a supernatural incident too. Kaeya eyes at you like you grow another head, shaking his head.  

 “ You know what I meant.” The captain shrugs, his voice ringing with a hint of smugness. 

 The man suddenly walks closer, his gloved hand pats your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Must have been really cold in Dragonspine for him to give you his coat.” He winks at you, his eyes slowly drag down your figure. You cautiously look down. Shit, you totally forget this. 

 “We have a meeting at 8 tomorrow at the HQ. Please tell him to not stay up too late.” The cryo user whistles teasingly, heading toward Angel Share, his hand waving in the air. Your face flushes furiously, smoke almost come off your burning face. Now you realize why people have been giving your pointed gazes when you first enter the gate. Damn it, Kaeya, it is not what you think it is.  

#albedo x reader #genshin x reader #genshin albedo #genshin impact #genshin kaeya #fluff #hint #genshin headcanons #albedo kreideprinz #dragonspine

[the-lone-witch-and-secret-room]

Eleena’s WIPs and future fics:

Locked Out-universe fics:

Unbecoming of a Blight

Edric and Emira ask their upset little sister to build a pillow fort to distract her from her friendship-breakup with Willow.

They have a lot of fun, until they don’t.

Based on the event mentioned in tiredandjaded’s fic ‘Everything About You’.

Not started yet, but will definitely be written. Thinking about getting a commission for it, too.

Nerves

Luz is leaving the Isles tomorrow, and as the confession Amity has sworn herself to get over with before her crush leaves draws near, she turns into a nervous wreck. Out of options, she turns to the only person she knows that has experience with asking people out—her older sister Emira.

Oh, she is so going to regret this.

Sweet Disposition-Verse (Skarscha centric fic universe Piece of Cake takes place in):

Up In Smoke

To celebrate moving in together, Boscha and Skara decide spend the rest of their first evening cooking. There’s just a minor issue. Skara can’t cook to save her life.

WIP, will be written for the Skarscha zine I’m involved in.

Recipe for Disaster

Because her daughter got in trouble at school, Boscha is called into the principal’s office. Her past comes back to bite her when the other child’s parent turns out to be no other than the girl she bullied back in school.

Standalone:

Us and the Moon

Lumity first kiss fic I wrote for the @begaydowitchcraftzine that’s going live on June 17th!

Complete.

Comfort Zone

Utterly tired of Boscha’s and Skara’s mean girl nonsense, Amity decides to switch tables in the school lunch room.

Also written for the @begaydowitchcraftzine!

Complete.

Amity’s Day Off

Blight sibs focused sickfic I wrote for the @tohfamilyzine

Complete.

Secret Admirer

After a long day at school, tired student council president Skara Harper finds a bunch of cookies with a secret admirer note addressed to her. Over the next few weeks, the amount of baked goods and cheesy notes found in her locker keeps growing… now whoever could be leaving them?

Skarscha, probably a two-shot at least, currently a WIP, haven’t decided the final length yet.

Where did I go wrong?

Not 100% sure if I’ll finish this, but I really want to make a friendship breakup fic from Willow’s perspective, because I’ve seen a bunch from Amity’s and none from hers. Started, but just barely.

Sleepless Nights

Amity messed up. Really, really badly.

Distracted by her newfound friendships and her crush, she’s totally forgotten about the important upcoming exam!

Panicking about not having done nearly enough studying mere hours before the exam and completely exhausted from lack of sleep, Amity finds comfort in her brother.

Relatively new concept, barely started.

Untitled Skarscha Grom Fic

Skara was sure she’d spend this year’s Grom night alone, surrounded by couples to make her even more upset about her recent breakup… but, well, Boscha can’t exactly leave her best friend to mope like some loser about a stupid boy, can she?

Not written yet, but is pretty planned out!

One Step Too Far

When Skara plays an ill-spirited prank on Willow that causes her to get injured, Gus and Luz decide it’s time to finally get back at their friend’s bully.

There’s also a lot of Willow and Amity bonding in this, but I’m too lazy to figure out how to put that in the summary atm, lol

WIP, about halfway done? Maybe? This is gonna be a long one.

Dead Battery

Since Luz is no longer able to charge her phone due to the portal being destroyed, the battery dies.

It’s fine.

It’s fine.

Luz misses her mom.

WIP, trying to finish this and post it the day before the first episode of the second season airs.

Grom Queen Amity (not the final title)

Amity is too stubborn to let Luz replace her as Grom Queen, and is forced to face all of her worst fears, rather than just her fear of being rejected. When one of her fears manifests as the twins making her look like a fool, it puts their years of “harmless” teasing into a painful new perspective.

This version of Grom will still have plenty lumity, never fear, haha

But you may have seen a pattern in my fics here and that pattern is I really like writing the Blight sibs and their complicated relationship with each other, lol

Haven’t started this one yet, but I’ve been wanting to do this for a while!

Only one of the fics on this list (except the secret admirer one that I forgot to add, oops) that won’t be a oneshot, I’m thinking probably two or three chapters, we’ll see.

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All my current Works In Progress (aside from Locked Out), as well as a couple fics I’ve planned but not started yet!

Yes that is a lot, I’m pretty much physically incapable to not work on seven things at a time at this point…

The Lumity zine fics will have a sneak peek posted soon! I already posted one for the family zine fic!

Also I have a couple more fics for both Locked Out and Sweet Disposition-verse planned, but they’re not included due to spoilers and in order to make this list look slightly less overwhelming for myself 😂😭

What concept(s) are you most interested in?

#the owl house #lumity #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #toh locked out #my works #my writing #Edric blight #emira blight #blight twins #blight siblings #Willow park #skarscha #locked out AU #sweet disposition AU #toh sweet disposition #wips #Boscha x Skara

[fan-written]

The Mission

Day 28, Distress

Warnings: Angst, discussion of cheating, and a breakup.

Seriously, there is no happy ending, so if that’s what you want don’t read!!!!! Also, forgive me if it isn’t quite that good. This was my angst practice that I decided to tie into Daminette December. @daminette-december2019-2020

"No."

"Mari, really." Damian sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's just a mission. It will be over before you know it. I should even get time off afterwards to go on that vacation you wanted." He reached for her, trying to reassure her that it was fine.

She grimaced and leaned away from his touch. "Sure, just a mission. One where you pretend to cheat on me, then we publicly break up, only for you to begin formally dating your mistress." She stood and began pacing. Her hands waved through the air punctuating each word. "All the while I'll be hiding out in a safe house where you'll come and visit me whenever you can get away. Oh and let's not forget this mark is one Lila Rossi. The same Lila Rossi that tried to ruin my life and almost got me killed."

Marinette spun towards him and smiled stiffly. "Did I misunderstand anything, Dear?"

If he'd had less control over his body, Damian would have flinched at her sneer.

"Habiti," she frowned, "please. It shouldn't last long. We just need to know who has been smuggling the artifacts into the country. Some of them are magical in nature so we need to be proactive about it. Rossi is their public face and we need to get close to her."

“And it couldn’t be one of the unattached men on your team? Or elsewhere within the Justice League? You know, someone who isn’t living with their partner? Who hasn’t had several long conversations about marriage!? I thought you were going to propose, Wayne, not break up with me!”

Damian jumped to his feet at the use of his last name. Marinette hadn’t called him that since they’d started dating. “Pretend. Pretend to break up, Marinette. We would still be together, just not in public.”

Marinette walked around their coffee table as she spoke, making sure to keep it between them. It wouldn’t help much if this fight became physical, but it would leave enough time for her to transform. Damian could see a red Kwami floating nearby and he knew the others would be on standby as well.

“So I’d become the Mistress in hiding? You'd have me waiting patiently for you to return to me whenever you have a free moment to spare. Nothing more than a trinket for your amusement. All while watching you gallivant around with a harpy and manipulator who holds a grudge against me.” He scowled and clenched his fists. She wasn’t listening to him. “That hit last night must have scrambled your brain if you think for one second I’d be-”

“ENOUGH!”

She flinched and Damian regretted yelling at her for half a second. Adrien hadn’t been the most kind to her near the end of their relationship. But he needed her to understand that this was important. These artifacts in the wrong hands would be devastating. They needed to get to Rossi, and quickly, and he was the best one for the job.

“I am the one doing this mission because of your history with her!” His voice was quieter than before, but he struggled keeping it that way. Then again, Marinette always brought his emotions to the surface. “We know she would do almost anything to try and ruin you so I am the perfect candidate. She is more likely to bring me into her confidence quicker than anyone else because she will believe she can cause damage to you through me.”

"Lila would have you put me in a tower just to keep me out of sight. If she had access to gloat over me, even better!" Her voice matched his intensity, "But I've already saved myself from one tower. Another wouldn't stop me." She paused, defiance in every line of her body, asking him to hear her.

Damian searched her face, trying to understand what she was thinking. Instead her normally open gaze was shuttered and her face blank. He could only find a sliver of icy anger in her blue eyes. Finally she scoffed and turned away to look at the ground. Tikki landed on her shoulder and patted her cheek. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. When she looked back up he still couldn’t tell what her thoughts were, but she was calm.

“I can’t stop you from taking this case.” She spoke softly. She wasn’t pleading, but it was a close thing. “I’ve never tried because I know what they mean to you. But just this once I’m going to ask you to not do this. You’ve only read about her, but I know her. She will use you and your resources to get further ahead. She will worm her way into the deepest recesses of your mind and make you believe things you know aren’t true. And if she doesn’t then she will twist you back into a version Ra's would be proud of. I don’t want to see you become a shell of yourself. I’m not sure I could. Please don’t take this case.” 

The silence was deafening. They stared at each other until Marinette looked away. She had pleaded her case even though she already knew the answer.

"I am heading to the Watchtower to let them know I accept the mission. I'll see you when I get back."

Damian turned and picked up his jacket from the back of the couch. He figured she wouldn't say anything else and began to walk swiftly towards the door.

"I won't be here when you get back." He cast a glance back to find her watching him. Her voice rang with promise, almost too loud after the fight. "If you walk through that door now, there won't be anything pretend about our break up."

He sighed and shook his head. "You're just upset. We both are. We can talk about it later when we both have clearer heads." And with that, he left her standing in their living room listening to the click of the door shutting behind him.

---

She hadn't been there, but he expected as much. 

The visit to the Tower had taken longer than he'd expected and he'd come home far too early in the morning for any sensible person.

He noticed immediately that some of her things were missing, but nothing extreme. Just a bag of clothes, necessities, and the miracle box. Her sketchbooks were still in the bookcase and her most recent commission was still on the mannequin. She would be back and they would figure it out.

Two weeks later and Damian was beyond frustrated with her and her refusal to return to the apartment. He knew she was still seen entering it since there had been no scandal in the paper, but never when he was there. They'd only met in public, with other people around, making it impossible for them to discuss anything related to his mission or their relationship.

He was in the middle of sparring with Dick, struggling to pull his punches for such a friendly spar. He was angry, but he didn't want to let on that something was bothering him. He hadn't told his family about the mission yet, but he knew he'd have to before he and Marinette staged their break up.

Not to mention he'd officially met Rossi that morning. She felt just as slimy and greasy as Marinette had made her sound. 

"What's up Little D? You seem distracted today," Dick asked when they stopped for water. 

He took a long draw from his bottle to buy extra time to answer. He probably should have expected Dick to pick up on his distress. "Nothing much." He sighed and looked away. He should tell them, but, not now. Later. "Marinette and I are having a disagreement is all. You know how busy this time of year is for her so we haven't had a chance to actually discuss it yet."

It wasn't quite a lie. She always had an off season fashion show to showcase her students work and give them the feel of managing their own line. But she had always made time to spend a meal with him at least. And they had. However, instead of home cooked meals they hadn't had anything more private than lunch at a busy restaurant since he left the house that day.

"That's tough." Damian couldn't stand the sympathy on Dick's face and scowled. He wasn't going to feel guilty for taking this mission. "Do you want to trade patrol shifts? I have tomorrow off at the precinct so I don't mind working tonight so you can talk to Nettie."

It wasn't a bad idea. Marinette knew his shifts so she would likely avoid him until the next time Oracle made up the patrol schedule.

"Sure," he said with a short nod. "Thanks Richard."

---

Damian had expected to surprise Marinette and finally make her talk to him. Instead he was shocked to find the apartment empty and an envelope with his name sitting on the counter.

Damian,

I love you.

I expected to spend the rest of my life with you, but this is something I draw the line at. I have spent the last two weeks trying to understand why you have to be the one doing this, and while you may get results faster, it's at the cost of my emotions and trust. The cost of our relationship.

You left me, Damian, in the middle of our home to go accept a mission asking you to cheat on me. I tried to get over it, but I like to think I am worth more than that. 

I'll make appearances, be a dutiful girlfriend until the breakup, but that's it. That's all I'm doing for this mission of yours. 

Lila Rossi has taken so much from me, but I refuse to let her take my dignity and self worth. Even if you and I are the only ones who know it.

Goodbye Damian al Ghul-Wayne. I wish you all the luck in the world.

Marinette

Damian reread her letter. And again.

A third time had him rushing to their bedroom. The sound of paper being crushed faint behind the beat of his heart.

Gone. Everything was gone. Her plants, half the pictures, even the cat pillow she refused to give up.

Gone.

Only a handful of clothes and toiletries were left. Enough that when the official breakup happened she would look like she was moving out.

She was gone and he knew she wasn't coming back. Even if he stepped away from this mission now, she wouldn't return to him. 

There was one thing she'd always told him she had trouble fixing once broken. And he had promised her he wouldn't forget. Promised he wouldn't shatter her the same way they had. But he'd forgotten.

He'd forgotten how fragile her trust was.

---

It had taken longer than he thought, but it was over. Lila, no she was Rossi once again, had been more paranoid than they had thought. 

But they had been correct in assuming she would take to Damian the quickest. Whether it was because he was a Wayne, or because he had been dating Marinette they couldn't be sure. But eventually she chose him.

Damian scrubbed his skin raw for hopefully the last time. Rossi had just been taken in by the Justice League and he planned on never seeing her again. He was sure he would feel her hands on him for far longer.

His apartment was too quiet, he thought as he climbed out of the scalding water. It always was these days. No Marinette sewing or baking. No Kwami fighting over the remote. Not even himself lately, flipping through a book in all the chaos.

He missed her. Her passion. Her fierceness. Her sense of justice. Occasionally he had the chance to watch her take down a thug three times her size while wearing whatever gem she chose that night. Occasionally he lost his breath in awe and gained a new bruise for it.

He missed her quiet. Her peace. Her strength. The papers weren't kind to either of them when they staged the breakup. It had happened earlier than he wanted, but all of Gotham could tell something was wearing on their Sunshine. They were even more invasive when she moved out. But Marinette had simply strut out as a modern version of Princess Diana, with her head high. The crowds parted before her without a single question asked. 

He had walked out a week later with Lila on his arm and a glare in his eye. They failed to make the front page much to Lila's ire and his secret glee. Marinette had, in her gorgeous dress and new haircut. Damian would have begged to run his hand through the shiny strands if they had seen each other in that first week.

He missed her nervousness. Her dramatics. Her chaos. She had held her student show two weeks after their breakup and he knew exactly what had been happening backstage. Only this time her usual panic attack would be handled by her students. The freakout at the sound booth would be calmed only after listening to the technician give her another rundown of the show.

And when she walked down the runway in her traditional, single contribution to the show he was blown away. A whirlwind of fabrics and color left the entire audience gaping. She had created a wedding dress out of scraps from all of her students' lines. She was forests of greens and blues, mountains of grays and browns, and sunsets of pinks and oranges. She was hurricanes, tsunamis, and earthquakes. It was creation and destruction, a beginning and end. A power. And yet it was delicate and oh so feminine, even with the torn edges of a runaway bride. She had been chaos and order and the world loved it.

Papers were arguing if it had been inspired by her recent breakup. The elite were whispering about who she'd been seen with. Any unattached bachelor or bachelorette were vying for her attention at every charity and gala. She merely floated through leaving a broken heart in every chest.

But what Damian really missed was her kindness. Her friendship. Her love. The way she smiled when he walked in the door. The blanket she used to drape over their laps while they watched a movie. How she looked for him first after a round with the Rogues. 

She didn't do that anymore. Her smile became a nod in his direction. That blanket was now shared with Cass, or Tim, or Duke. Even Jason would get to share with her on the few times he showed up to family movie night. He still caught her looking for him first, but it was only out of habit now.

Damian almost resented his family. She was good friends with all of them. She ran patrols with them. She trusted them, more than him. But he couldn't. They were his only chance to be near her. To see her relaxed, away from the public eye. The way she used to be with him.

---

"Your partner should be here any minute, Black Cardinal."

Damian nodded at Wonder Woman and leaned back in his seat. He pondered over who it could be. It had been over a year since the end of the Rossi case and some of his family still hadn't fully forgiven him for taking it. He understood. He couldn't quite forgive himself either.

They may have caused more than one problem for the Justice League. It often led to fights when they were paired. If not, then it was miscommunication problems between them. One unwilling to fully trust the other. 

He knew it couldn't be Red Robin. Last time they both ended up in the hospital for injuries they gave to each other. That happened when Damian learned that Tim had actually been working up the courage to ask Marinette out the same night he had. A small part of Tim hated Damian for taking that chance first and then throwing it away.

Red Hood was a hard no when it would be just the two of them. Jason apparently took Marinette in for the first few weeks of The Mission. He saw the aftermath of Damian's decision and Damian couldn't help the bitter jealousy he felt when he saw the other. Their meetings were never pretty. Or quiet.

Maybe it was Spoiler? Stephanie may have raged at him when she first found out, but she always put it aside when they had work.

A flash of red in his peripheral pulled him out of his thoughts. He quickly stood to look fully at the newcomer walking in and couldn't help but gape.

Her style had changed since he had last seen her. She was darker now, finally matching the shadows of her city. Beautiful embroidery detailed the red spots on the black Hanfu robe top. The sash at her waist was a dark red that matched her leggings. It wasn't traditional, but it was practical. He knew she must have felt some pride in showing a part of her heritage. 

In the end he could only think one thing. Ladybug was beautiful.

Damian continued to stare and was shocked to notice the bottom of the robe split in half and fluttered like wings. He could faintly remember reading that that only happened when beetles were agitated, but that wasn't important. 

She was in front of him, in uniform. She was going to be his partner for this mission. She was here.

"-ill you be okay working with him?"

They had been talking. She had spoken and he wasn't paying attention. What did Diana ask? Oh, that.

Damian tried not to hold his breath while she studied him. He had changed too. She had been right that Rossi would twist him; He was deadlier, less caring about accidental casualties.

But she was blank faced again, just like that night. In fact it was better than before. He realized then that he didn't know her anymore. That he would never know her that way again. It twisted his stomach and made his chest ache in a now familiar pain.

And then she spoke and his heart split again.

"It's fine, Wonder Woman. I know I can always trust Black Cardinal to complete a mission."

#maribat #daminette #daminette december #angst #no happy ending #my try at angst #Co's one shot works

[writingbakery]

“childhood, interrupted”

after seeing the new clips of my poor baby blindfolded & training so young, i wrote this to give him the childhood he didn’t get to have <3 enjoy! ✨ taglist; @keigos-dove @secondhand-trash @sparkncharge @degenerate-yandere @redbeanteax

[pairing; hawks x gn!reader]

[warnings; tooth rotting fluff, one (1) excited bird, mentions of past child abuse, light angst]

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

at first glance, hawks has everything.

number two pro hero in the country, more money than he knows what to do with, a list of friends so long he can’t go anywhere without seeing a familiar face. hawks, the speed hero, fastest in the game & nationally adored.

you knew better.

underneath the layers of charm and cocky bravado, he was flawed, cracked like a porcelain teapot in too-rough hands. too thin to be seen by the eye, but felt with loving hands, pressed against the damage.

he’d been born into poverty, raised by shitty parents with shittier coping mechanisms and for a while, all he had was himself and his imagination - and one ratted, well-loved endeavor plush, a bright spot in a dark memory.

once the hero commission had gotten ahold of him, well. out of the frying pan and into the fire.

he’d never gotten the chance to be a child, live carefree and smiling with whatever material items had caught his fancy that week. he’d never gotten to smile lopsided at the ice cream man, two teeth missing and a quarter for a sundae. he’d never gotten to laugh with the easy joy that comes from tender childhood, safe and well-loved and protected. he’d never gotten to just be a child, warm and full of wonderous innocence.

you were determined to change that.

you know hawks like the back of your hand now, after two years of dating & quadruple years friendship; you know when the stress gets to be too much on his weary shoulders, feathers ruffled and eyebags too dark for his cheery face. you also know he never likes to admit when he’s overwhelmed - determined to shoulder the burden on his own, like he’s used to.

at those times you’re quick to act, calling his agency and cashing in on one or two vacation days in his stead, keeping him close and cuddled at home where you can protect him from the pain of his worries. usually, you’ll pair it with a present, something small or distinctly angled at his childhood interests - a slime kit, a puzzle, legos once in the theme of his favorite childhood show.

this time, it’s a little more.... universal.

hawks has three days off now [thanks to your endless nagging at his secretary] and you’ve been saving this present for weeks, waiting impatiently throughout the afternoon for him to settle into relaxation. you can’t give it to him too early, else he won’t nap in favor of using it; you also can’t give it to him too late, or he’ll stay up too long on it and the cycle will continue.

finally, he’s stumbling out of the bedroom in loose sweats and a fitted band tee that’s seen better days, a hole in the shoulder and frayed edges. his hair’s fluffy and pointing in eighty-five different directions, and you’re certain there’s drool along his jaw.

he’s the handsomest man you’ve ever seen, and you smile warmly at his sleepy efforts to whine at you for leaving the “nest” - your shared bed, covered in excessive amounts of blankets and pillows.

“come here, you big winged baby. i have a surprise for you,” you tease, holding out your arms. he’s quick to comply, tucking his wings against his back as he buries his face in your chest, arms curling protectively around your waist.

“surprise? i keep tellin’ ya, chickadee, you gotta stop buying me shit.” his words are muffled into your shirt, but you can still hear the shyness in them, the muted embarrassment - still the stubborn child, unused to receiving gifts.

you roll your eyes lightly, one hand coming to card through the birds’ nest - ironic - of his hair, poking at his cheek till he sits up. “says the man who hid a cartier bracelet under my pillow a week ago. you’re one to talk, chicken little.”

ignoring his immediate protesting of “that’s different” & “i don’t look like him, he’s a coward”, you pull the plain cardboard box out from your side, holding it out to him excitedly. you can’t wait to see the look on his face once he opens it, watching as he sits up to tear into it.

it’s a nintendo switch, custom gold and red with his name - keigo takami, the cursive neat and clean - engraved on the back. he’s awestruck, childlike wonder overtaking his handsome features as he examines every inch of it.

“do you like it? don’t leave me hangin’ here, chicken lit— oof!” he’s cutting off your nervous teasing with a rib crushing hug, peppering little pecking kisses all over your face as you laugh. “i guess - aha! keigo that tickles! i guess i have my answer huh?”

he’s too excited to properly speak, feathers ruffling and shivering as he puts it all together. you’re just glad he’s happy with it - you didn’t need big declarations of thanks. his cheerful, overeager expression is all the thanks you want, as he leans back against your stomach to play through the games of a childhood he never got to have.

it won’t magically heal him, won’t erase the memories of his past and rewrite them better. it’s a bandaid on a gunshot wound, if you’re honest with yourself. but it helps to soothe the sting of it all, eases him into himself over and over again until one day, hopefully, he’ll look back at his childhood with a hint of hope for the future, instead of pain and regret.

for now, you’re more than content to hold him in your arms, fingers carding softly through his hair and pressing kisses to his forehead every time he shoves the screen in your face, rambling about how “you gotta look, dovey, i won again!” for now, you’ll heal the everyday scrapes and bruises - you’ve got a lifetime to worry about the big things. right now, you’re just helping the child in him find his way, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

you’ll be there for keigo for as long as he’ll let you, and then some.

#bnha hawks #hawks fluff #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #boku no hero imagines #boku no hero fluff #evywrites

[fairestwriting]

title: to admire from afar

summary: Cater and Lee — Cater, mostly — come up with a plan to get them to talk to Rook again, but once they’re in Pomefiore, going through with it proves itself to be even more difficult than they initially thought it’d be...

word count: 2352

commissioned by @curiousdandelion ! kinda a sequel to the previous one? either way i hope you enjoyed it, also available on ao3 here !

if you’re interested in my commissions too, guidelines are here!

Cater’s eyes go wide, sparkling like a kid walking by a toy store.

“You’re actually gonna do it?”

“Don’t yell it like that!” Lee protests, voice high pitched as they toss a pillow at Cater’s face, received with an oof as it hits him. “I j-just thought… since he knows I was the one giving him the gifts, it’d be weirder if I didn’t say anything.”

“Aw, look at you, you’ve come so far!” Cater cheers, holding the pillow on his lap, rocking back and forth a little on the bed. Lee sighs, shoulders dropping. They regret hanging out with their friends, sometimes. “You gotta invite me to the wedding!”

“There’s not gonna be one! Just… I wanna have a conversation with him… b-but I don’t know how to approach him again, so I need your help.” Cater stares at them with that huge grin, and Lee wishes there was another pillow to throw. “Stop looking at me like that! I’m just gonna ask Lilia for help if you keep doing it.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” The redhead says, grin still on, Lee knows him well enough to be aware that means he’s not, and they pout. “I mean, I could get an excuse for you to go to Pomefiore? And then you can like, ‘run into him’ and make some small talk?”

“Mmh…” Lee looks down at the mattress, face feeling warm. “But what do I say? If I mess up he’s gonna think I’m weird.”

“Oh, come on, it’s Rook. He’s like, the weirdest guy around here.” Cater’s eyes roll. “I bet he won’t even let you say like, two words before he goes into a ramble about the beauty of Pomefiore’s garden or something.”

A huff leaves Lee. “He’s not weird…” They mutter, meaning to only be heard by themselves, but of course that doesn’t work out the way they want, the universe is hellbent on embarrassing them now.

Cater stops to stare. The heat on their face flares up further. What? He’s not that weird! He’s just— It’s just that—

“Damn, you’re in deep, huh?” Cater laughs, but he hops forward, swinging an arm over Lee. “But don’t worry! Cupid Cay-kun’s gonna help you, Lee! And then, you’re gonna have to invite me to that wedding.” He says, leaning over with a grin.

Lee opens their mouth to say something, but then ends up just sighing, not knowing if they’re coming out of this interaction defeated or not.

Of course it was all a mess. But a part of them feels hopeful now — Recalling the smile Rook had given them when they placed the box into his hands, shaking like a leaf, blinded like they’d been staring straight into the sun at midday.

Lee’s heart beats fast. They wanted that to work out, of course. Thinking of anything further than brief interactions was far too intimidating for now, but… maybe, even they could go that far, if they took the baby steps required to get there first.

. . .

The cool, springlike wind of the Pomefiore dorm’s gardens blows across them, Lee’s bangs swaying along with it, they take cautious steps through that emerald green grass as Cater leads the way, a spring on his step.

“Uugh, Cater, I don’t think this is a good idea.” They grumble as they walk by the gates, stepping into that unknown territory. “Y-Y’know, maybe I should talk to him in class first? Or something…”

“You can’t really talk in class, though.” Cater says, looking back at them. “Like, you can’t have a conversation, ‘cause the teachers are so strict. Unless you get there super early and he does too, and what’s the chance of that happening?”

“Okay, yeah, but how am I gonna pretend it’s a coincidence I’m here?” They argue, pulling at their blazer’s sleeve to show off the ribbon tied around their arm. “I’m in Savanaclaw! I’m not a dorm or club leader, I don’t even have a good reason to be here, he’s gonna know I’m here to try to talk to him and he’s gonna think it’s weird.” They lament, and Cater rolls his eyes.

But he doesn’t get it, really — Pomefiore is a scary place. Or, well, not exactly scary, they wouldn’t say they’re afraid of it, Lee thought it was actually pretty pleasant, the garden was pretty and the weather was nice, but everything looked so sparkly, so eye-catching it made you afraid you’d walk into a tree because you kept staring at something else.

Pomefiore students had that aura too. And with that rivalry between it and Savanaclaw, can you blame Lee for feeling like they’re gonna be eaten alive here? It’s somehow wilder-feeling than the sprawling savannah of their dorm, it still carried a homey feeling and had this sort of easygoingness to it. You could sit down under a tree and relax under the sun back there.

“Now, where is Rook…”

Here, though? The competition is constant and barely hidden, sugar-coated. In Savanaclaw, if you had a problem with someone, you’d just duke it out and whoever wins takes everything, by dinnertime it was all settled. Maybe you’d be bitter about it if you lost, but that just means you’d have to try harder to win next time. In Pomefiore, nothing is straightforward like this, battles were about status, you needed to one-up your opponents in what you were, instead of what you did.

...and they also had people like Vil Schoenheit. And Vil Schoenheit just sort of instantly made them feel bad about themselves, especially regarding the stuff with—

“Oh, Vil’s there! Lemme ask him where Rook is.”

Lee’s blood runs cold instantly, Cater’s chime a sharp jab to the thought bubble that had formed around their head, popping it just like that.

Looking up from the grass, Lee sees Vil himself, sitting at a table with a textbook and a teacup, in all of his glory.

Their eyes widen, they reach for Cater to hold him back. “Wait, Cater don’t—”

But he doesn’t listen, of course he doesn’t — Cater runs a couple steps ahead, ready to bring forth the disaster, and in a hop, calls for the man Lee is sure could kill them. “Hey, Vil! What’s up!”

Vil barely looks up from the book, eyes narrowing as soon as he detects Cater.

“Are you insane?” Lee screeches at their friend, grabbing at his arm in a failed attempt to pull him back. “There’s no way we’re gonna make it look like a coincidence if you ask Vil, and he’s...”

Oh no, here he is, walking towards them, Lee should have known this wouldn’t be a good idea at all—

“What are the two of you doing here?” Vil’s voice, imposing as always, enters the scene, stilling every other aspect of it. Lee feels the color draining from their face. “Diamond, and…”

“Um, Lee Daystar.” Lee mutters. Vil stares at them intently, taking in every detail from head to toe, like he’s searching for defects on them.

“You know where Rook is? Lee’s covering for Ruggie on an errand so we needed to talk to him!” Cater speaks, and… well, that’s a smart excuse, actually, but still…!

“Leona keeps pushing his tasks on you, I see.” He sighs, arms crossing. “I’m pretty sure he went hunting or… whatever he does when he’s gone.” Eyes narrowing again, he seems to be deep in thought for a moment. “Is it anything you need to deliver to him? You can leave with me.”

“Oh, no, we just gotta discuss something with him! Right, Lee?”

Cater looks at Lee with a smile, tilting his head towards them. Lee doesn’t know if their instincts are telling them to just run away from that place or bonk Cater on the head so hard he’d never have an idea that had them in a situation like this again.

Vil, meanwhile, has clearly noticed there’s something going on there, if the way he furrows his immaculately done brows at them means anything. Lee just swallows dryly.

Oh, Seven, why them?

“R-Right!” Lee bites out, avoiding to look directly at Vil.

“Right.” The model repeats, continuing to eye Lee up and down — Really, why did he have to be like this? Why did things have to be like this in general? Lee wishes they’d gotten a crush on someone that wasn’t Rook Hunt. “...are you sure that’s really what you’re here for? You’re getting a suspicious look on your face, Cater.”

“Ehh, what do you mean?” Cater giggles, swinging back and forth on his feet, and, yeah, this is a disaster.

They definitely weren’t leaving a good impression on Vil, now, and just the thought makes them cringe — Wouldn’t that kind of be a requirement if they wanted to get along with Rook? They did seem very close…

They really looked close, now that they thought about it. Was there anything going on between them? The thought definitely doesn’t help all the anxiety coiling in Lee’s stomach, already, turning it into a sickly feeling now. If that was the case, then they really had no chance with Rook at all…

Because… well. There’s a gap between them — Vil and Lee, and Vil and everybody else, really — that no one could deny. Vil was a whole model and actor, a dorm leader and insanely skilled sorcerer, he had all these things going on for him, not to mention he carried a sort of elegance that made every other student in school look graceless in comparison.

It’s not like Lee thinks they’re particularly bad looking or anything, but… it’s Vil Schoenheit. He wasn’t anywhere near him in any level of being, and if Rook had any sort of interest in Vil, that just meant he definitely wouldn’t have any interest in them.

And it’s not like they had much of a chance from the beginning, but—

“Salut! Roi du Poison, Monsieur Magicam!” And of course, because everything needed to get worse, Rook’s voice echoes into the scenario, coming from afar but growing closer as he runs towards them, hopping into the conversation like that. “Oh? And Petite Lapin as well, what a pleasure to see you!”

A wide smile spreads across his face as he extends a hand for Lee to shake, and — Oh no, he looks good, way too good for someone who seemed to be rolling around on grass, leaves all over his uniform .

They feel like they’re going to burst into flames already. It never ends, huh?

“Y-Yeah, you too!” Lee replies, their hand on his politely, watching every movement of the shake like they can’t believe it, they could feel their heartbeat in their throat now—

“Seven, what were you doing that got all this dirt on your clothes?” Vil’s eyes widen, taking a step towards Rook immediately. “Didn’t I tell you to not go chasing anything in your dorm uniform? I swear…”

“Deepest apologies, Roi du Poison.” Rook chuckles. “It seems my enthusiasm got the better of me once more.”

“Believe me, I can see that.”

...and, great. Lee gets that sinking feeling now.

Vil glares at Rook, but it’s not that glare you usually see on him. There’s something a bit softer to it, whatever that was had been, without a doubt, what led him to approaching the hunter like that, batting the dirt off his uniform like it would do much of anything.

Lee’s posture shrinks a bit. Ugh. They had no chance, did they? They should’ve known this wouldn’t work out as they wanted, but they had the gall to come here like this and everything…

“Oh, but you would have understood why I ended up like this, if you were in my situation!” Rook responds, cheerful as ever, and Cater glances at Lee in vague concern now. Lee is just about to tug at his sleeve in a silent plea to go back, but the hunter suddenly shoots them a look. “You see, I was actually looking for you now, Petite Lapin. Since you’ve given me that gift, I had been looking for something that could match the gesture, you see!”

And now Lee’s heart stops.

“You— You what?” They stutter clumsily, the hunter skips away from the ministrations of Vil, approaching Lee in a way that would have had them recoiling if it wasn’t for the shock. “Um, you really didn’t have to, it was just…”

“Please, it was a lovely gift, I couldn’t let a gesture so kind go without a response, non?” Bright green eyes, like that pristine, fantasy-like greenery of the Pomefiore dorm, stare straight into Lee’s, and from behind his back, Rook suddenly pulls out a hand they hadn’t noticed he was hiding, holding onto a flower. “I had been wondering what to give you in return when I came across this flower. Do you know what it means, Petite Lapin?”

“Um.” Lee stutters, the flower placed on their hands carefully, they hold it like it was the most fragile thing in the world. It seemed similar to a hibiscus, about as large as their palm, but sporting two petal colors instead of just one — A side in stark white, the other in pale pink. “N-No, I don’t think I do.”

“To give someone a hibiscus means to acknowledge their delicate beauty. I would still like to give you something more in return, but coming across that flower, especially with the petals reminding me of you… I had to get it, despite the trouble I had in the way.”

He chuckles, that smile still so bright.

“R-Right! Thank you so much, it’s…” A nervous laugh leaves them, their other hand hovering over the flower they held, not fully believing they held it. “...wow. I don’t even know what to say. And, um, I’m happy you liked my gift, I really thought it suited you…”

Exchanging smiles with Rook, Lee feels a sort of euphoria that hadn’t been fully known by them before. By their side, Cater grins, Vil stares.

...hey, maybe they did have a chance.

And in true Savanaclaw stubbornness, they’d be doing their best to reach their goal.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #rook hunt #rook hunt x oc #cater diamond #vil schoenheit #lis writing #commissions tag

[globerjk]

MARICHAT MAY 2021 - Part 1

I hope it's not too late to catch-up. Prompts from days 1 to 10

@marichatmay

There was something so... so...

How could she put it?

Liberating, yeah... Liberating

There was something so liberating about spending time with his partner like this. No responsibilities, no strings attached, no pressure, no freaking Akuma to defeat and above all, no expectations. From either one of them.

Faking to be in love with him had seemed like a terrible terrible idea at the time. With all the creeper thorns, the roses, the falling down and obviously the akumatized parent. It had to be the dumbest of her excuses so far but, apparently, the only one she could come up with - So much for that thinking on your feet Ladybug was apparently famous for.

But now?

That little -okay, not so little- incident had left them with a stronger friendship, even if from his perspective their friendship was brand new.

"But it's pouring cats and dogs" Chat Noir pleaded.

"Umm, not really my problem" Marinette answered frowning "you said you would leave as soon as I gave you some cookies so I could concentrate on my commissions. You can go and wait it under a Cafe's tent for all I care"

She placed her hands on either side of his back and started pushing him to the ladder.

"Naive as I am, I actually thought it would only take ten minutes to get rid of you. Tops. And here you still are four hours later. Cookies eaten, hot chocolate drank, you even had dinner with us and made me watch that movie "

A giggle scaped his throat and Chat failed to keep the sad Kitty façade any longer. "Yeah, remind me to never ask to cook together with you ever again, you tyrant" He said eying her from the side "And to think that you seemed so sweet on the outside..."

"You made a mess on our Kitchen! There was dirt everywhere... And I mean Everywhere Chat!" She emphasized by touching her hair. "Also, I hand painted that pot for maman. I Can't believe she gave you a Macaroon after you almost destroyed it" she pouted.

"She gave me a treat only to compensate for her evil scary daughter. Also I apologized to you, to your maman and even to the flowers that got smashed" Chat said with evident regret.

"And that movie was long over due, anyway. We had plans to watch it together like forever ago"

Chat crossed his arms on his chest and let his heavyweight fall on her. Failing to support his body, Marinette let him fall on his ass with a light thud.

"0kay, I will admit the movie wasn't so bad"

"Wasn't so bad? How about it was awesome. Pretty girl saved by dashing cat? It's practically our story" He winked at her from the floor.

"Only in our version you are both the cat that saves me and the one that won't let me leave... Or the one that won't leave" She answered laughing.

"Hey! At least I'm not trying to force marriage or turn you into a ladykitty"

"And for that I'm very grateful. But seriously Chat Noir, why are you avoiding your house, it's almost midnight and the rain isn't really that bad" Marinette's tone had softened as well as her gaze. She hear him sigh while standing up and then, as he was close enough, heard him whisper

"the nightmares are back and it's becoming more and more difficult to keep secrets from her"

It was said without looking up, his eyes glued to the floor turning his face just in time to see her arrange some pillows on the chaise and throw a blanket to his head.

"you better not snore" She said taking the steps up to her bed while pointing a finger to the Cat hero.

"As you wish" Chat answered gratefully and turned out the lights. It was the first time she ever offered him to stay, but she could easily get used to the idea of the Knight letting the Princess take care of him for once.

As for the secrets? She was ready to wait for Chat Noir to be comfortable enough to admit to Ladybug that a black with red spots version of herself was making his nights troublesome. And even more ready to help him understand how much she cared for her dearest friend and partner.

#miraculous ladybug #love square #marichat #marichat may #marichatmay2021 #@marichatmay2021

[tchallasbabymama]

Bambi

Hey y’all, here’s Chapter 7 of Playlist.

Check out my masterlist HERE to catch up and read my other stories. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Word count: 6300

“Ashanti”

The name passed over the king’s lips as his fiancee watched him toss and turn in his sleep. Tamala didn’t know what to do. She was so angry she wanted to smother him with his stupid silk pillows, but didn’t want to risk the whole “charged with having committed a regicide” thing. She wanted to know who this Ashanti bitch was and why her man was dreaming about her with a smile on his face. She made a mental note to butter Shuri up and ask her tomorrow.

The king rolled over away from her and continued to dream about the elusive Ashanti while Tamala snuggled deeper into the covers as a tear came to her eye. She knew he didn’t feel as strongly for her as she did for him, but she hadn’t considered there could be another woman. Could she work in the palace? Is this Ashanti even Wakandan? He travelled so much, it was a possibility…

Tamala sighed and then closed her eyes, allowing sleep to take her, but her dreams were nowhere near as good as T’Challa’s. In his dream, he and Ashanti were making love on a white sand beach on a secluded island off the coast of Greece. Every kiss, every touch felt real. He could smell the sea salt and feel her warm skin against his. The taste of her pussy lingered on his lips as he buried himself inside her over and over and over again. Unfortunately, outside of his dreamland his body was responding to his subconscious in ways he had no control over.

By the time he woke up around 6 in the morning his dick was hard as a rock. He silently shuffled out of the bed and to the bathroom, trying in vain not to wake Tamala. When she heard the bathroom door close she sat up in a huff, ready for him to come back out so she could confront him about this Ashanti girl. She waited and waited for several minutes before she got up and walked towards the bathroom door. She pushed it open slightly and caught sight of her fiance stroking his gorgeous dick in the shower. Any other time she would have gladly gotten on her knees for him at the sight, but this time it just made her sick. Even more so when she heard that name slip out his mouth again.

“Ashanti, mmm fuck just like that.”

Tamala closed the door and went back to bed, facing away from T’Challa’s side. When he returned, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in close. Normally she would give in to his desire for morning sex even though she preferred sex before bed, but this time she pretended to be sleep. She just couldn’t face him yet.

T’Challa was only mildly disappointed, he didn’t enjoy sex with Tamala very much but she was there and he was horny. He wasn’t proud of feeling that way, but at least he was faithful to his fiancee in his waking hours.  He still wished he didn’t have to marry her, but at this point he couldn’t back out or his immigration proposal wouldn’t go through. The council had all the leverage over him, so he felt like he had no choice. Tamala was tolerable most days, so he could manage a loveless marriage for the rest of his life, but as far as children went, they had yet to come to an agreement. T’Challa just wanted one or two, but Tamala wanted a whole tribe of little Udakus. Just the thought of it made T’Challa nauseous, but he knew he and Tamala would have to produce at least one heir to the throne. He shuddered at the thought, not of fucking her but of that being the future he had to look forward to.

As much as he tried to not be, T’Challa was still in love with Ashanti in his waking hours, too. Everything reminded him of her, from his mother’s flowers to rainstorms…she loved the rain. He still listened to their combined playlist from time to time, reminiscing on the few short months it took for him to fall head over heels in love. He wished a lot of things in regards to Ashanti, but mostly he wished they had more time together before things went south. Maybe then she would have been able to trust him more and she wouldn’t have left…

It was a dangerous line of thinking that T’Challa cut off when it reared its ugly head. All the what-ifs were almost as bad for him as his guilty conscience, so he shook himself out of it and got up to start his day. As soon as Tamala heard the door shut she let out the tears she had been holding on to. She got up to go shower and get dressed, too. She had a long day ahead trying to figure out who this Ashanti bitch was, and her first stop would be his little sister.

——-

Oh, oh, oh

Mmm mmm mmm

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, my dear, my dear

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Bambi)

Don’t get too near for there’s lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Oh Bambi I won’t lie

If I weren’t in this spiderweb of mine

If grandfather never had seven wives

Then darling you would be love of my life

Oh Bambi it’s my design

To run the jungle I must be a lion

Or be a cheetah but neither is fine

Don’t wanna hurt my dear love of my life

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, my dear, my dear

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Bambi)

Don’t get too near for there’s lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Ashanti sang along to the song with Binta as they glided around the kitchen cooking dinner.

“Girrrrl,  I just want Jidenna to spank the fuck out of me. I’d be like ‘thank you sir, another?’” Binta swooned at his voice coming through the speakers.

“That man is capital ‘f’ fine. ‘Ruin my uterus and my life’ fine.” Ashanti joked as Kwame entered the room, swaying to the catchy beat.

“This Jidenna?” he asked.

“Mmmhm.”

“You already know,” they both answered at the same time.

“He’s ‘spit in my mouth daddy’ fine” he added.

“Ew, that’s gross!” Binta screamed at her brother while Ashanti had sex flashbacks to her time with T’Challa. There were several times he would have her stick out her tongue and he would spit in her mouth to remind her she was his dirty little-

“Ashanti!” Kwame yelled.

“Huh?”

“Girl were you even listening?” Binta asked her, knife in hand as she cut up the yams for dinner.

“Honestly no, this conversation has me horny as fuck.” she decided it was best to be partially honest, but not all the way. They didn’t need to know she was fantasizing about her ex, she’d let them continue to think she’s talking about the man behind the smooth voice tickling their ears.

“I can’t even blame you,” Binta said as the twins both laughed. Ashanti joined in and went back to her task at hand, but eventually her mind drifted back to T’Challa, “Bambi” providing the perfect soundtrack for the melancholy feeling she got from those bittersweet memories.

Sometimes I hide

When you FaceTime I text you back a lie

‘Cause I’m afraid to look back in your eyes

I’m terrified you were love of my life

The women among the tribe

They will be jealous of this lullaby

I’ll drink alone in my hotel and cry

'Cause now they know you are love of my life

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, my dear, my dear

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Bambi)

Don’t get too near for there’s lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Ashanti was on autopilot through dinner and was relieved to make it back to her room so she could be alone with her feelings. She missed T’Challa. Seeing him at the bazaar the other day only made things worse. She had been doing well, but then when he was in front of her and that same powerful aura she missed so much engulfed her, he had her in his trap once again. If she hadn’t left when she did she would’ve completely forgotten about the man’s fiancee and jumped on him then and there. All those feelings came rushing back to her as the smell of his cologne wafted her way and she knew she had to get out of there before she made a fool of herself. For good measure, she twisted her hips a little more as she walked away and she was sure she could feel his stare on her behind as it twitched out of view.

To distract herself, she decided to work on a necklace commissioned by the River tribe elder, but Jidenna’s words haunted her as her fingers attempted to wire-wrap a large lapis lazuli crystal point.

I wish that we were forever young

I always knew that this day would come

The fork in the road where I cannot run

Between love and many I’m loving one

I got the wedding invitation, Bambi

I’m happy that he wants to make a family

But I cannot promise I won’t run up in the church

There screaming your name, Bambi

No one can take you from me, Bambi

No one can take you from me, Bambi

No one can take you from me, Bambi

Bambi, Bambi

(Ba bam bam bi)

My dear, I want you here

(Ba bam bam bi)

Oh baby, don’t get too near

(Ba bam bam bi)

Oh oh oh, there are lions, beware

(Mmm bam bam bi)

Mmm mmm mmm

I don’t wanna see the wedding

I just wanna see my baby

I just wanna see my baby

Most times Ashanti loved when music spoke to her in that way, but this time she just wanted to block out his words.

The wedding…

The fiancee…

She knew her pining was in vain, and that just made it hurt more. She missed him and regretted her decision, but she really did try hard to not let it get to her. She brought it up with Jamila in therapy and they’ve spent the last couple sessions talking about that regret and learning to forgive herself. She understood the mindset she was in when she made the decision to end things, and she couldn’t fault herself for doing so out of fear. She just wished she could go back in time and do it over, or come to this realization much quicker. Now she had to see wedding coverage on every screen and hologram in the damn country. “What will the princess be wearing?”, “Will the king and future queen have a traditional wedding or more modern?”, and “Royal baby predictions: about a year?” were just some of the Bast-awful headlines she had tried to ignore as of late. It was beginning to be a bit much and she considered going on vacation until after they married since it was only a month away. She had plenty saved up and had never really done anything like that before, so she figured she’d give it a try and take herself on vacation.

Ashanti found a quaint little Air BnB in New Orleans that was well within her budget and allowed for long-term stays. She booked it on the spot, before looking for flights out of the new Wakanda International Airport and found a round trip ticket to New Orleans for $45. Once she paid, her heart rate started to pick up. She was really doing this, she was going to go to a whole other country on her own…and she needed to get a passport asap.

——-

T’Challa was hoping to fly under the radar, and so far the shades and hood seemed to be working. He had left his Dora Milaje back at the palace, much to Okoye’s dismay, because he wanted to do this alone. He wasn’t even sure what this is, but he knew he had to do something.

The king stealthily made his way to the heart of the city. He knew it was probably a bad idea, but he just had to see her again. He walked with the hustle and bustle of the crowds, going unnoticed and therefore not having the luxury of them clearing the path for him. He didn’t mind though, they weren’t rude about it.

As he waited to cross the street he noticed the kid next to him staring at him a little too hard. He checked his surroundings and lifted his shades, sending her a wink. She flashed a snaggletooth smile before saluting him and carrying on her way with her mama. T’Challa shook his head, thinking of the baby girl he wanted to have one day. Wakanda’s future queen.

Speaking of future queens, his wrist vibrated and he looked down to see that Tamala had texted him asking where he was. He rolled his eyes and ignored the message, turning the beads off for the time being.

When Taj’s was in view he stopped walking, disrupting the flow of foot traffic. A couple people cursed him out for blocking the street before he realized he was in the way. He stood on the sidewalk, staring into the storefront. He could make out her profile as she spoke to a customer and the king couldn’t help but stare at her beauty.

The king tried to take a step towards the shop, but didn’t move. He tried again, but was still glued to the spot. His legs had turned to stone and he couldn’t lift his feet to move in her direction. His eyes stayed zeroed-in on her. He watched in awe as her coily hair bounced while she nodded her head, and he missed how she spoke with her hands…it had really been too long. He tried with all his might to move again, but he was still frozen on the spot. He had decided to turn around and go back to the palace when he felt a hand on his arm. He turned to see who it was, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Bisa!”

“Hi dear,” she hugged him and looked over his shoulder at Taj’s to see that Ashanti was still busy and had turned so that her back was facing the window.

“How are you?”

“I should be asking you the same question, out here in disguise spying on my daughter,” she said playfully.

T’Challa laughed as they sat down at a table inside the Mostafa’s restaurant.

“I had planned to actually say something instead of just spying, but I, uh, lost my nerve it seems. I couldn’t go to her.”

There was silence for a moment before Bisa spoke up.

“You still love her?”

T’Challa grew silent again, knowing he shouldn’t say what he most certainly said next.

“Yes, I do.”

Bisa sat back in her chair with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yes, good. She still loves you, too. She won’t admit it though. She’s worked through her fear in therapy, but those feelings for you haven’t gone anywhere.” She noticed a tear falling from the king’s eye and she reached out to wipe it away.

“T’Challa, I know you are engaged, but-”

“I have to go through with it, Bisa…for political reasons. I do not love her,” his voice softened with each word and Bisa let out a sigh.

“So you absolutely have to marry her?”

“If I don’t the Mining and Border tribes will not vote for a proposal I have presented them with for Wakanda’s future. She is the Mining tribe princess, so calling it off would anger K’hari, and this would never go through.”

“I thought the king could declare whatever he wanted.”

“No, we are a lot more democratic than most would believe. I have the final say of course, but they can veto my decisions if the vote is high enough. Checks and balances and whatnot…”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware of that…You know, you should go over and talk to her. I bet she’d like that.”

He shook his head. “I thought I was ready, but I need more time. Especially now. Thank you Bisa, you’ve been a wonderful ear.”

“Anytime, son,” she sent him a wink and he chuckled at her nickname.

T’Challa walked back out the door and gave Taj’s one last glance before heading back to the palace.

——-

After her usual morning routine Ashanti strolled into the bazaar, making her way to her shop. She was in a great mood this morning, having dreamed of T’Challa the night before yet again. The dreams used to bring her to tears when she woke up, but now she welcomed them since they were all she could get. She knew that one day they would eventually fizzle out and stop coming to her, but until then she was going to enjoy getting her dream back blown out by the Black Panther.

As usual, her parents were outside cleaning off tables for the morning rush and when they noticed her, there was a certain gleam in their eyes she couldn’t quite place.

“Hi mama, baba,” she hugged them both. “What’s with the looks? I don’t like this…”

Chidi laughed and turned her around so that she could see her shop. Her jaw dropped in shock at the sight before her.

There on her stoop was a huge bouquet of violets, their purple hue seemed to be even brighter than any violet she had ever seen.

Ashanti peeled herself from her father’s arms and walked across the street in a daze. When she reached her door she could only stare at the flowers, noticing there was a note. She was almost too scared to read it, but her curiosity overruled her fear and she reached for the card.

I am sorry, Ashanti. For everything.

-T

In that moment Ashanti knew for sure that he still loved her. Her heart opened up and tears rolled down her face, some bouncing off the purple petals before hitting the ground. She leaned into them and their sweet smell overwhelmed her senses.

Chidi came over to help her move them inside and he smiled at her before giving her a kiss on her forehead. “Give him a call, nugget,” he advised before heading back across the street to his beaming wife.

“Just ‘give him a call’ huh? It’s that easy?” Ashanti said to herself out loud as Jafari entered the shop.

“Wow, who sent those?!” he exclaimed upon seeing the giant bouquet.

“Oh, uh,” she secretly snatched the card and pocketed it. “They’re a ‘thank you’ from the River tribe elder.”

“Funny, I thought they already sent-”

“What are you doing coming in so early?” she tried to change the subject, but he caught on.

“I was in the area…so who are these really from?” Jafari eyed her closely as she struggled to come up with a lie.

“I-I don’t know. No card, see?” He took a look and didn’t see one.

“Ooooh, bosslady has a secret admirer,” he teased.

“No I don’t, for all we know it could be a ‘thank you’ bouquet from somebody.” Ashanti tried to keep the heat off her.

“It’s too big and fancy for a ‘thank you’ bouquet, plus they would’ve left a note. Someone’s sweet on you Shanti.”

“Maybe…well since you’re here can you take over? I have a call to make.”

“Sure thing,” he winked at her and grabbed the broom from her hand. On her way to her workspace in the back, she heard Zina come in before the two started gossipping about who they thought it could be from. They weren’t even close.

Ashanti stared at her rose gold kimoyo beads for a few minutes before she worked up the nerve to activate her communication bead and call him. When she chose his picture her heartrate picked up as the trilling sound filled the air. It continued for longer than Ashanti was used to, so she ended the call assuming he was busy.

As it turned out, he wasn’t busy at all, he was just too nervous to answer her call. When the ringing stopped, his heart dropped and he immediately called her back. When she picked up they just stared at each other and smiled for a moment.

“They’re beautiful, thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

Her heart skipped a beat, but she broke eye contact and looked away for a moment, reminding herself that no matter how many feelings were still involved she would not let herself become his mistress. She had to keep it together.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, by the way. It wasn’t your fault.”

Now it was his turn to look away, fighting tears that welled up in his eyes. He felt a sense of relief wash over him knowing that she didn’t blame him for the incident.

“I blamed myself for a really long time,” he cleared his throat. “So thank you for saying that.”

She could see the pain in his eyes and it was her turn to feel guilty. Moments of silence passed as she stared into his glassy eyes and she contemplated the choices she made. Had she not left him-

“You did what you had to do, I understand that Ashanti. I was never upset at you, only at myself.”

“You had no reason to be, Challa, it was that evil woman,” Ashanti added, tears welling up in her eyes too.

His heart warmed when she called him Challa. He had missed it more than he realized. “I know that now, but…I knew something was coming, I felt it, but I didn’t know what…and for the longest I let that eat me up inside and I…” He let out a heavy sigh.

“You…?”

“I let it drive me to drink. I am an alcoholic, Ashanti. I have been sober for months now, but I was in a very dark place for a long time.”

“That explains the ginger beer at the party.”

“Oh so you were watching me?”

She blushed and tried to hide her grin.

“Everyone was, you’re the king. Oh I never got to wish you a happy birthday, so here it is: Happy birthday!!!”

The two of them shared a laugh.

“Thank you, I really do appreciate that coming from you,” the king said, staring into her chestnut brown eyes as best as he could on a hologram.

“I’m glad. So I guess since we’re sharing, I um…I was too scared to leave my parents’ house for months. I was paranoid and anxious all the time. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat…it took a long time to get back to semi-normal.”

“Why just semi?”

“Because it never really goes away, Challa. It just becomes manageable.”

He nodded his head in understanding.

“How are you now?” the king inquired.

“It’s much more manageable now, therapy has been good. Having a routine helps. I keep myself busy- oh! Speaking of, your sister is a Bast-send. My jewelry business has been booming ever since I opened my commissions back up, and it’s all thanks to her! And you. So thank you both for that.”

“It is as I said, anything for you.”

“You say that like it’s true.”

“Why isn’t it?”

She paused, thinking over whether she wanted to lay it all out there or not.

“Because you’re getting married.”

——-

Tamala made her way down to Shuri’s lab carrying a basket full of fresh mandazi. She knew the princess had a sweet tooth and figured it would be a good way to bribe her for information. As luck would have it, the prince and princess were both there testing out weaponry. They stopped when they heard the doors swoosh open. When they turned around they both kept their poker faces on as they greeted their future in-law.

“Hi Tamala, what brings you down here?” Shuri asked, trying to sound cheerful.

“Well I came to visit family then figured I’d stop by with these! My mama made them right before I got there so they’re fresh. Have some!” She grabbed one for herself then passed them the basket. They grabbed one each and dug in, surprised at how good they were.

“Damn, tell your mama I said I’m coming to dinner tonight,” N’Jadaka said as he reached for another one.

Tamala ignored him and turned to the princess. “So what are you working on?”

“Weapons,”she responded dryly. Her cousin nudged her in her side and she perked up.

“That sounds cool. Hey, Shuri can I talk to you for a second? Alone, if you don’t mind, N’Jadaka.”

“Nah I don’t mind at all. Need anything from me cuz?”

She mouthed “don’t leave me with her” as Tamala was turned around waving goodbye to the prince. The prince read her lips and chuckled on his way out.

“Aight, catch you at dinner then.”

He jogged up the ramp ignoring Shuri’s piercing gaze. As soon as he was out of sight Tamala turned around and her face immediately took on a seriousness that Shuri had never seen from her.

“Shuri I have to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me. Please, as your sister.”

“Ok…” Shuri was nervous about what she might ask, she was such a bad liar…

“Who is Ashanti?”

Her eyes widened and she had to think quickly about how this needed to go.

“Ashanti…oh the artist? Yes she made necklaces for me and mama a while ago. You’ve seen them-”

“Is that the same Ashanti T’Challa knows?” Tamala asked the nervous princess.

“T’Challa knows so many people-” Shuri struggled to make eye contact with her future sister-in-law and that was all the confirmation she needed. It would be easy to find her now.

The next day, Tamala and her personal Dora Milaje warriors walked through the bazaar causing a scene. The princess had never been seen alone with Doras before, so this was a big moment and Tamala was eating it up. She loved the attention she received as the people moved out of her way to let her pass, it made her feel powerful. That feeling is exactly what she needed to harness in this moment, powerful.

Tamala made it to Taj’s and stared at the storefront in disgust. Through the window she could see the same woman he had been staring at all night at his birthday party and she felt sick to her stomach. Just how long had this bitch been hanging around her man?

Two of her Dora opened the doors for her to enter as the customers left the shop to give her space, unused to royalty moving through the city so aggressively. Ashanti turned to see what was going on and the shock on her face was readable all the way from the door where Tamala stood.

“Hello, are you Ashanti?”

“Y-yes I am your highness.” She saluted her and felt her blood boil.

“Well aren’t you…pretty. Hm. I hear you make custom pieces?”

“Yes, I do,” Ashanti said, scared she knew where this was going.

“Good. Well as you know, I’m getting married in a few weeks. I would like you to make me a necklace fit for a queen. Since that is what I’ll be…his queen, Ashanti.”

The artist’s breath caught in her throat. She knew Tamala had to have found out about the flowers or the calls or the texts they had sent each other in the days following their reconnection. They kept it PG, but there was definitely some flirting going on despite the need to remain platonic.

“Ok. Do you have any inspiration or a design in mind?” Ashanti’s voice trembled.

“No.”

“Ok, um-”

“We both know I’m not here for a necklace, Ashanti.” Tamala said as she leaned on the end of the counter..

Ashanti’s legs trembled under her long flowy skirt and her voice caught in her throat. This was the worst case scenario.

“How long have you been seeing him?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb. My fiance, how long have you been seeing him?” Tamala’s voice rose as she got more and more frustrated with the Merchant girl.

“T’Challa? We’re not-”

“Do not lie to me, I know you have something going on with him.”

“Princess, I promise. We were together over a year ago, not now.”

Tamala stood back up from her perch.

“Then why is he calling your name when he sleeps? Tell me that.”

“I-I don’t-”

“You know what? Save it, just don’t come near him ever again or once I am his queen I will have you exiled from Wakanda.” Tamala said in a huff before storming out of the shop, Dora Milaje in tow. It was about time to close anyway so Ashanti shuffled her feet towards the door to lock up and draw the shades. She could see her parents out in front of the restaurant waiting to talk to her, but she decided to go out the back door and sneak home without talking to anyone. Binta was on a date with Kiki and Kwame had gone to stay with Omar for the weekend, so she knew she would have the house all to herself.

Her beads buzzed, signifying a text. She saw that it was from T’Challa and she erased it before even reading it.

Ashanti stripped herself naked and stared at herself in the mirror for a while before turning on the hot water in her bathtub and filling it up just the right amount before sliding in. The lavender bath bomb she dropped in the water had turned the bath purple and she thought of her breathtaking violets. She knew she couldn’t continue to talk to him and that it was really and truly over now, but she could preserve the flowers and keep them forever. She needed to have something beautiful come out of the last two years.

Not wanting to sit in silence, she called out to her kimoyo AI.

“Hey Kim, play music.”

The tears that had threatened to fall from her eyes finally made the leap as the opening chords to “Bambi” played throughout her bathroom.

——

Two days had gone by and Ashanti still hadn’t responded to him. T’Challa had tried texting and calling her, but the calls weren’t even going through anymore. She had him blocked or changed her number without telling him. Either way, he was upset at the sudden loss of contact, but he knew Ashanti wouldn’t just do that for no reason, so something had to have happened to change her heart so quickly.

The king was visibly tense during the council meeting and even more aggressive in sparring with Okoye and his cousin, which neither one of them were opposed to. By day three he had finally had enough and marched down to his sister’s lab. N’Jadaka was there trying out a new upgrade to the Jaguar habit and T’Challa was relieved they were all in one place so he wouldn’t have to do this twice.

“Ayy, what up cuzzo? Like the new threads?” N’Jadaka’s new upgrade included more visible spots than the last one and he was loving the print.

“Looks good on you.” T’Challa tried to muster up some cheer but couldn’t.

“Why the sour face?” Shuri asked her brother, finally looking away from the screen in front of her and noticing his scowl.

“This stays between the three of us.”

His family nodded and looked on with concern.

“I had been…speaking with Ashanti again-”

“Oh no.” Shuri thought she only said in her head.

“What do you mean oh no?” T’Challa was confused at his sister’s reaction. He knew she loved Ashanti like a sister, so her response made no sense.

“I-I mean, um, you finish telling your story then I’ll um, yeah…” Shuri stumbled out.

N’Jadaka sat back and observed them both in his usual way, sure he knew exactly where this was going.

“Ok, well…long story short, we bumped into each other, then I sent her flowers, and we had been texting and calling back and forth platonically since then…until a few days ago. She just stopped and now my calls won’t go through.”

“Wow, so you and Ashanti huh? Tryna get that old thang back?” the prince joked before getting serious when his big cousin shot him a look.  “You know I support you, but you gotta be real careful man. You’re getting married in like three weeks, just keep that in mind.”

“Yes, I know but-” he was cut off by a sniffle coming from his sister. “Usisi, what is wrong?” His arm wrapped around her shoulder.

“Tamala, she asked me about Ashanti the other day…all I told her was she was the artist who made our necklaces. She said that she heard you say her name in your sleep…”

“Daaaaaamn,” N’Jadaka said exactly what T’Challa felt in that moment. He knew his sister meant no harm, but somehow Tamala had gotten to Ashanti.

The king knew he had two options. He could drop in on Ashanti and try to make things right or he could confront Tamala. He chose the latter so as not to upset Ashanti any further than she surely already was thanks to his fiancee. He excused himself from the lab before giving Tamala a call. Almost immediately after it started to ring, she answered.

“Hi baby!” she answered with a fake smile on her face.

“Hello Tamala, are you busy?” he asked, keeping his voice even.

“Not too busy for you, I just finished-”

“Great, will you meet me at the panther cave in an hour?”

“Sure thing, baby. Is everything ok?”

“Yes everything is fine. See you in an hour.” T’Challa ended the call and ran his hand over his face in exasperation. If he still drank he would have poured himself a glass right about now. To distract himself, he returned to the lab to check out the new upgrades to the Jaguar habit.

Tamala arrived at the cave early since she had been at her parents’ house not too far from there. Her nerves had gotten the best of her when she realized he didn’t seem to be in the best mood and her mind raced over the possibilities until it landed on the one thing she could think of. Her.

When T’Challa arrived a few minutes later she tried to keep a straight face, but her attitude seeped through and he could sense it a mile away. He sighed and rolled his eyes, they hadn’t even had the conversation yet and here she was, already mad.

“Could this have waited until later?” she asked him, annoyance clear on her face.

“What’s the matter now? You were just in a good mood an hour ago.”

“You tell me, T’Challa.”

He could feel his blood pressure starting to rise so he took a couple deep breaths to calm himself.

“Don’t act like a spoiled child, talk.”

“Oh I’m the spoiled child? Ha! Says the man who wants to have his cake and eat it too.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I am to be your wife and she is not, so you should act accordingly if you want your little proposal to go through.”

A tense silence followed, his suspicions confirmed. The smug look on Tamala’s face irked him to his core because he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

“So who is this ‘she’ you’re referring to?” he asked for clarification.

“Do not play dumb, T’Challa, it does not look good on you. I am talking about your precious Ashanti. I don’t know how long you have been seeing her behind my back, but it ends today.”

“She is my ex and a friend-”

“I saw how you looked at her, she’s not a friend T’Challa…and she’s also not a concern anymore,” she said flippantly.

“What do you mean?” he took a step forward as she stepped back, bumping into the cave wall as he descended upon her slowly, prowling like a cat.

“I mean, I-I-”

“What did you do?” his voice grew, instilling fear in her heart at the cold look behind his eyes.

“N-nothing, I just told her to leave you alone or-”

“Or?”

“Or I’d have her exiled when I become queen.”

“You will do no such thing!”

He pulled back and lowered his voice when he saw the fear in her eyes.

“And no harm will come to her if you know what is good for you.” he turned to leave but stopped and faced her once more. “You may be my queen, but she will always have my heart. Do not forget this is simply an arrangement.”

With that, he turned and walked out of the cave, heading straight for the Talon. As soon as his shadow disappeared from the cave wall Tamala broke down in tears. She knew he didn’t share her feelings, but she didn’t know just how little he cared. After a few minutes of crying, she regained her composure and sat against the wall with her knees at her chest contemplating her future. She had to do something, or the rest of her life she would be stuck in a loveless marriage, but she couldn’t think of what. Eventually it hit her, and the realization broke her heart.

She would have to call it off.

Next Chapter

Taglist: @maddeningmayhem, @theblulife

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fic #t'challa x oc #t'challa #black!oc #playlist

[delimeful]

WIBAR Intermission: Night Terrors

welcome to the third intermission piece; also a commission for @walkingonsunshine for more WIBAR content! sorry for the delay, and i hope you enjoy! <3 

if you’re new to this AU, you can find the first story on tumblr here and the ao3 collection here!

warnings: panic, fear, nightmares, depiction of night terrors, hurt/kind of comfort, tsundere princey

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Roman carefully adjusted their flight course, half his attention devoted to keeping an eye on the Human currently hovering around one of his two closest friends. 

How strange his life had become, for that sentence to only be mildly terrifying. He glanced at the charted course on the ship’s displays one more time, and then made his way over to the others. 

Predictably, the Human’s gaze flitted to him immediately, and though his shoulders went taut, he continued speaking in low Common. 

“Are you sure this is safe? What if you need to get off-planet quickly, won’t we be too far? The smugglers could have people there, what if they recognize Patton--,” 

“Virgil,” Logan cut in, still carefully slotting items into his traveling pack as he made direct eye contact with the Human. “We’ve taken this all into account, and we have several contingency plans. If I thought that either of us were in danger, this trip wouldn’t be happening.”   

“I know you don’t think the chances are high, but…” The Human shifted his weight, working his freaky jaw as though chewing on his words. “Is it worth the risk, though?”

“In order to keep our ship running efficiently and avoid budget…,” Logan paused, and then revised his statement, accommodating the Human’s inability to comprehend nerd speak. “We need currency and information, and this is the best way. It will also keep us from looking suspicious and risk being boarded.” 

The Human averted his eyes, shamed by the reminder that he was the reason they were striving to remain so secretive. Roman huffed derisively. Before, they hadn’t ever picked up anything illegal or unsavory while running missions. Now, they had an entire stowaway on board that could get them in serious trouble.

“What about Roman?” the Human asked, a curious note entering his voice. “I… I know that I can’t go, but he’d be able to keep you safe, right?” 

Roman bristled slightly, thrown off guard by being suddenly dragged into the argument. Complimenting him, what sort of ploy was this? “Of course I could keep them safe!” 

“However,” Logan shot him a look, completely unfairly since the Human had started it, “Patton and I are the most effective team for trading, and I am a distinctly and severely poisonous species, which means most will be wary to engage. Besides, Roman usually remains onboard to keep the ship functioning properly. Deviating from the norm here could draw unwanted attention, and even open ourselves to the risk of being robbed.” 

The Human seemed ready to continue the discussion, but his mouth clicked shut as Patton skittered into the room at full speed, his own small traveling pack strapped to his waist. “I’m ready to go!” 

Roman raised a skeptical eye ridge at the bulky shape of the bag as the Ampen passed him. “How many cookies are in there?” 

“Just enough to make it through the trip!” Patton chirped back, completely unashamed. The Human’s lips twitched, and Roman reminded himself again that Patton would be upset if he interpreted it as the barely concealed threat display that it clearly was.  

Logan cleared his throat. 

“Can we consider the matter settled, then?” he asked, because he wasn’t above taking advantage of Patton’s puffball-ness to win an argument. It was infuriating when used against Roman himself, but he was more than happy to let the Human face Logan’s underhanded tactics. Virgil’s face pinched up in a strange expression, and then he sighed heavily, slouching more than normal. 

“Aw, still feeling stressed about the trip?” Patton asked, hopping closer to the Human and reaching up to the tip of his talons to pat his hand. 

Obligingly, the Human dropped into a stalker crouch, sickeningly quick. Patton headbutted the underside of the Human’s chin gently, completely unfazed by the threatening body language. Roman did his best to pretend he hadn’t just twitched menacingly in their direction. 

“Don’t worry, Vee, we’re going to be just fine! I’m a little nervous too, but I know everything is going to turn out okay.” They exchanged one of those clingy Human-style embraces, and then Patton finally stepped back, antennae lowered slightly at the parting. “And you’ll be okay, too! You’ve got Roman onboard to help if anything happens!” 

Roman didn’t miss the wary glance the Human threw his way, and he furrowed his brow (one of the few expressions that seemed to convey his general displeasure to the Human fairly well) before turning away pointedly. 

“... Right,” the deathworlder said, sounding more apprehensive than he had any right to be. 

After all, Roman suspected that Virgil hadn’t gotten the lecture/scolding on ‘playing nice while they were gone’ that he had. 

As if Roman was the one to worry about here! Unbelievable.  

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The first half-cycle that Patton and Logan spent away passed without incident, mostly because the Human didn’t bother to emerge from the guest room and irritate Roman with his presence. 

Roman still struggled to get to sleep, since he couldn’t bring himself to remove his under armor plates while alone in a ship with a Human. Without Patton on board, there was no guarantee that the Human would remain ambivalent towards Roman. 

Humans didn’t take well to anything resembling a threat, after all. 

With that unnerving thought in mind, he should have expected that his dreams would be plagued with flashbulb memories of familiar, long-gone faces, ominous sounds drawing closer in pitch darkness, and claustrophobic tightness pressing in on him. 

He jerked upright, his mind still struggling in the dregs of the nightmare, and froze at a thick tearing sound. 

… That would be the pillows. He sighed as the soft fluff filling spilled out of the holes his scales had pierced. It wasn’t like he couldn’t get them replaced, but Patton often managed the shopping roster, and he’d definitely notice and realize that the nightmares were coming back. 

Roman smoothed his arm scales down absently, shaking his head and climbing out of bed. The lights were still dim, meaning he could barely see three feet past his face, but he had navigated in worse, and he’d also been living on this ship more than long enough to familiarize himself with its layout. It would be simple enough to go get a drink of water, clear his head a bit.

He tried not to focus on the fact that he was traversing the same darkened halls that a Human could be wandering. Or stalking. He shuddered, and regretted it as his scales clacked loudly. 

As though summoned by his thoughts, there was a faraway faint sound. Roman went still, ears panning carefully-- there it was again. There was only one other being onboard that could be the source of the noise, but what was the Human even doing at such an hour? 

With only a little hesitation, he made a detour, following the turns and curves until he reached the guest door that he knew housed their illegal stowaway. 

Luckily, the Human always left the door partially open, so it was easy for him to peer in and spot the vague outline of him, curled in a pile of bedding on the floor. It was even easier to see the way the Human tossed and turned, murmuring, clearly caught in the throes of his own nightmare.

Roman softened slightly despite himself as he caught a low whimper. It wasn’t any of his business but… maybe he should go comm Patton. The Ampen would know what to do.

Before he could decide, there was a sharp inhale, and the Human spasmed as though electrocuted, sitting bolt upright and breathing heavily. His entire body seemed to be trembling. 

Roman shifted, awkward at being caught lurking, but the movement made Virgil’s head snap sharply towards him. Something about his eyes, wide and blank, immediately set Roman on edge, and he resisted the urge to growl defensively. 

“What?” he demanded instead. “I simply heard you making noise-- hey!” 

A beat after he’d begun to speak, Virgil jerked away, scrambling to his feet and throwing himself not at Roman, but over the bed, as though trying to put distance between the two of them. He slammed face first into the wall with a painful-sounding thud, but didn’t seem hindered by the injury, turning and wedging himself into the corner of the room.  

Roman took an indignant step forward. Virgil screamed, guttural and terrified, as though someone was murdering him. Roman took several rapid steps backwards, but the Human continued to scream for no reason he could see. He abruptly began to worry about how Patton would react if he got back and found that the Human had spontaneously broken in his absence.

“Woah, calm down! I’m not doing anything to you, I’m just standing here,” he tried, backing up slightly. 

It was like he hadn’t even spoken. Virgil continued to stare right through him, eyes glazed with fear, skin slick with sweat, breathing quick and high-pitched like he was on the edge of sobs. Starting to panic himself, Roman sat down, eased his body language, even talked soothingly, but nothing he did seemed to help shake the Human out of his stupor.

“Please. Please!” 

Roman’s head jerked up as Virgil finally spoke in Common, his voice raspy and thin. “What?” 

“No more, I don’t want to-- please, just take it, leave me alone, please,” the babbling dissolved into Virgil’s native language again, and Roman wondered what kind of dream could possibly reduce a Human to this state. ...What had been taken from him? 

“Please…,” Virgil mumbled again, and then hummed a few shaky notes. Familiar notes.

When the Human’s hoarse voice trailed off, Roman picked up the rhythm. He carefully hummed the Ampen lullaby to completion, struggling not to tense up when Virgil finally reacted, his head swinging to the side as though searching for the source. His gaze eventually settled on Roman, promptly dropping down to his chest. It took him a moment to realize the Human wasn’t eyeing his vulnerable underbelly for attack, but rather, spotting the glowing charm that hung there. 

“Patton?” 

“A friend of Patton,” Roman replied in the musical tones of his crewmate’s language, feeling hopeful as the humans shoulders lowered slightly. Virgil nodded to himself, hand reaching for his own charm. 

“Please don’t hurt me,” he asked mildly, and then collapsed. 

Roman made an alarmed yip that he would absolutely never admit to, and then bolted for the nearest biometrics scanner, thanking his stars that Logan had managed to get the twitchy creature to sit still and register a baseline for them to compare to if he ever got sick or injured. He double checked that the device was offline before logging the Human’s vitals and quickly comparing them to baseline.

Other than a slightly accelerated pulse and an increase in the already ludicrous amount of Dren in his system, it all looked fairly normal. For all intents and purposes, Virgil had simply... fallen back into sleep, just like that. 

“What the fuck,” Roman muttered to himself, watching the Human breathe steadily for a moment more before backing out of the room and heading back to his own quarters, water forgotten. Whatever was wrong with Virgil, he could ask (or interrogate) in the morning. 

For now, he needed a damn nap.

---

The next morning, the Human seemed to have no recollection of the incident. 

After a frustrating amount of time wasted with subtle and then less-subtle prodding questions, Roman threw his arms up and stormed from the room, returning a moment later with the communicator. 

“Call Patton,” he instructed as he firmly shoved the device into Virgil’s hands, ignoring his perplexed expression. He paused for a moment, and then added on, “And give me the comm once you’re done.” 

Not because Roman was worried about the situation or anything. It was just that if he had to put up with terrifying and vexing Human shenanigans, then the other two were going to get an earful about it. 

And... if they decided to talk to Virgil about it and figure out what was wrong, that was their business, not his. He wasn’t involved.

---

Virgil squinted curiously at Roman’s retreating back as the Crav’on vanished into the other room. 

The comm in his hand buzzed twice, indicating that the connection had been established, and he felt some of the stress ease from him as Logan’s calm voice trickled through the alien phone, Patton audible in the distance. They were okay. 

He was okay too, despite all his doubts about being alone on an alien ship with an alien who didn’t hide his distaste for Humans at all. Roman had even seemed oddly concerned at breakfast. 

Maybe the guy didn’t completely hate him, after all.  

#sanders sides #wibar #ts roman #ts virgil #space au #writing #my writing #watch it burn and rust #wibar intermission #wibar int: nt #*dangles roman backstory in front of you all* Soon. #ts logan #ts patton #commissioned works

[just-a-creep-babe]

~Matchup~

Commissioned by @folliaght tysm babe 🥰❤️

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I match you with: Jane the Killer

With how madly in love Jeff was with you, there was no way in hell you would’ve been able to get away without some kind of outside help

Jane, knowing and loathing Jeff after being one of his many (many) victims, knew what it would take to save you

She was able to free you & give you a safe place to lay low for a while, which is actually how your relationship began c:

After spending time with you every day, she started seeing why he was so enamored with you

But, of course, knowing what you’d just been through, she was reluctant to make any moves

Homegirl wanted to give you all the time you needed to heal, after all

So she kept her distance—pretending to ignore the way your smile made her heart flutter & the way your lips always seemed to draw her attention

Without realizing, she ended up overdoing it

She wanted to spare you both from her developing feelings, but in her attempts, she ended up being way too cold & aloof

It’s only when you confronted her about avoiding you all the time that she finally came clean :”)

She made sure you didn’t feel any pressure at all to be with her + made it abundantly clear that she just needed to get this confession off her chest

She‘s, admittedly, surprised and absolutely elated when you tell her you’re ready for a new relationship

She’ll take things at a ~snail’s pace~ from the very beginning to make sure you’re comfortable with everything

She’ll also make sure she knows all about your boundaries so she doesn’t accidentally cross any of them :”)

Highkey drinks her respect women juice every 👏single 👏day 👏so you can bet your tush she’ll give you all the space you need when ya need it

She’s a great listener too—always super attentive + great at empathizing & validating your feelings <3

She’ll do her best to fulfill your needs to make up for all of the bad relationships you’ve had to deal with in the past

*Cough* Jeff *cough*

She just thinks you deserve way better than what you’ve been given & wants to make it up somehow, y’know? 🥰🥰

She fucking adores how soft & sweet you look in the clothes you wear

Loves the mix of delicate and feminine with that classic, natural tone to it ☺️👌

You just have such a cute style—every time she sees you she has to resist smothering your face in lovely little kissies uwu

She admires how, after everything you’ve been through, you’re still not afraid of being yourself & experiencing vulnerability/emotional depth

While she typically listens to rock & heavier types of music, she’ll try to get into classical music for you—and whenever she’s too worked up or stressed & you’re not there to calm her down, she’ll put on a track that reminds her of you & it’ll immediately soothe her

You’re just so lovely, she loves you to bits 🥺✨

Loves lazy days where she’ll prepare some tea or hot chocolate and snuggle up w/ you on the couch under a big warm blanket while you play animal crossing

Because of how attentive she is, one way or another, whether you tell her or she finds out on her own, she’ll learn about your past with your eating disorder

She trusts that you’re much healthier now & can look after yourself, but she’ll still watch out if you start showing signs that you might be re-experiencing some symptoms

And she loves cooking healthy food with/for you so she can make sure you’re nice & full of them good nutrients ^^

She’s a pretty decent cook, but she does mess up sometimes, so she’ll either come to you for help, or y’all will just order takeout while watching some old-timey cartoons :3

It’s actually a Sunday tradition for y’all to wake up & enjoy breakfast while watching cartoons ^^

It’s a super comforting ritual; the stress of the week just melts away & you can both enjoy each other’s presence in peace <3

And after that, she’ll take you downtown to scour second hand shops & y’all will spend the day window-shopping/exploring out & about :>

If anyone dares to make misogynistic comments or try to flirt with you while you’re together, she will end them

Not in your presence though, ofc

No, while in front of you, she’ll just as easily shut them down & humiliate them so bad they’ll immediately regret it

Homegirl’s got some claws and she’s not afraid to show them, especially when your comfort is at stake

She wants you to be as happy & carefree as possible; even if she knows you can handle yourself & are mostly unfazed by what other people think, there’s no way in hell she’s gonna let others try to bring you down

She’s sUPER protective of you tbh

Although she can’t always hang around & watch anime w/ ya sometimes because of how busy she is, she‘ll always make time in her schedule to participate in some of the hobbies you enjoy ^^

She gets way too frustrated trying to sew and it’s actually kind of cute & funny when she tries lmfaoo, but like I mentioned, she enjoys cooking/baking & she also really likes drawing

Seriously, she loves art & is pretty skilled at it too!

She makes for quite the teacher ;)

And even though she’s got a personal vendetta against sewing, she’ll still encourage you by looking up cool patterns & designs for clothing inspiration to try out

Wants 👏to 👏see 👏you 👏flourish 👏

She’s sO damn proud of the progress you’ve made to get to the point where you are now

She knows things haven’t always been easy, which is why she’s always there for you & gives you as much time & attention as you need

She also does everything in her power to keep Jeff from finding you again

And if it ever came down to it, she’d fight tooth & nail to make sure you safely got away from him

Y’all honestly have bonded over similar traumas & bad experiences

She also hasn’t had it easy, so she understands what you’ve been through & can empathize really well to your experiences

Appreciates & admires your strength, bravery, confidence & optimism so damn much, you have no idea :”)

Overall? Best gf 🥺💞💗💖

NSFW

As I’ve mentioned, Jane takes things as s-l-o-w-l-y as need be to make sure you’re feeling alright before going any further

Sex is definitely not at the top of her list of priorities

She values your comfort & safety above all

So it actually takes a decent while until y’all get together in bed, especially if you don’t typically initiate things

And she’s extra careful, extra caring & extra attentive to your needs all throughout

Reassures you ~multiple~ times that you don’t need to go all the way & can stop anytime you want

She takes care of all your needs before even considering her own

Seriously just wants to make it the best experience she can for you <3

When she finds out it’s your first time with a woman, she can’t help but get some devious ideas for the future 😈

Wants to show you how much better than men women are at pleasuring ladies~

Ngl, she can get a little cocky about her skills in the bedroom, but it’s a well-earned attitude 👀

The more y’all sleep together, the less afraid/reluctant she’ll be & the more confident she’ll grow with the way she touches you

And if you wanna experiment with anything? She’ll gladly take suggestions uwu

You might have to do a bit of convincing before trying anything too rough though, because she doesn’t wanna hurt you

But, ya know, she also wants you to be satisfied with your sex life, so she likely won’t flat-out say no to anything

There will be safe words however

Also if you ever wanna do penetration, she’s killer with a strap-on, just sayin 👀💦💦

Highkey leans towards being dominant cause she likes the control

And also,, being too vulnerable isn’t her fave, y’know?

She would totes make an exception for you if ya wanted to be on top, but she knows you’re pretty submissive, so it works out perfectly 😘

She loves how cute you look all panting & flustered beneath her~

She gets a lot of pleasure and satisfaction from making you feel good, so you definitely won’t find her complaining if you’re a bit of a pillow princess 😉

Her aftercare btw? Bomb af ☺️☺️

Like,, because she knows you’ve had bad experiences with past partners, she’ll put sO much effort into assuring your happiness & comfort at the end of everything

So she’ll bring you a glass of water, offer plenty of cuddles & praises—hell, homegirl will give you a back AND foot rub if you ask for it

Just wants her princess to be happy <3

Loves you w all her blackened heart 😘

#creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta matchup #Jane the killer #jane the killer x reader

[lostbbygorl]

REVERSING EACH DAMAGE (LEVI X F!READER):

Mr. Ackerman frequently visited the Magaths home after that afternoon. Isabel would sometimes accompany her elder brother, but Levi came alone most of the time. Levi and Y/N were getting closer and closer, and unknowingly, Y/N had fallen for Mr. Ackerman! She didn’t understand these new feelings at all, but she did know that no matter how difficult they were, she liked them.

One day, Mr. Ackerman decided to bring his aunt, Ms. Katrina de Lancey and her daughter, Amanda with him, much to Y/N’s annoyance. Ms. Katrina was a nosy, snobby elderly woman. She and Y/N had met in Shiganshina previously when Y/N had gone to visit Nifa and cousin Elias. Lady Katrina had tried her hardest to belittle Y/N, and force her to answer her interrogative questions, which Y/N didn’t give her the satisfaction of succeeding with. Never having been denied anything in her life, Lady Katrina was flabbergasted and decided that Y/N was someone she deeply distrusted and disliked.

“ Ms. L/N, meet Amanda, my daughter”, Lady Katrina introduced. Y/N smiled politely at Amanda. Amanda was a very thin girl with her braided brown hair and square glasses. She was dressed in different shades of brown, and she was awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers. She didn’t smile or say a word the entire trip to the Magath’s household, and occasionally whispered to her mother. Never before had Y/N met such a plain, boring girl!

“ Amanda is engaged to my nephew. They’ll be married by next summer”, Lady Katrina said, staring intensely at Y/N for a reaction. Lady Katrina had figured out that Levi was in love with Y/N, and that unlike the first time they met, Y/N now returned Levi’s feelings. To say she was furious would be an understatement! How dare Levi fall for a poor, rude girl whilst engaged to her daughter (who had no desire to marry Levi either)? Levi winced for a fraction of a second and Y/N remained calm even though her mood just got spoiled. Why was she bothered by this news?

“ That’s terrific news, my lady. I congratulate both Amanda and Mr. Levi. I’m sure they’ll be ever so happy together for the rest of their lives. I can’t wait for the invite, Mr. Ackerman”, Y/N murmured.

Suddenly, the door to the fireplace burst open and an apologetic Mrs. Magath made her presence in the room.

“ Y/N, read this quickly!”, she said out of breath, handing a letter to Y/N.

“ A letter, at 9.00 PM? It must be urgent”, Mr. Magath said. Y/N’s hands trembled as she finished reading. She threw the letter at the wall, and an inhuman shriek left her mouth! Lady Katrina held onto Amanda, and Levi rushed to her side.

“ Stupid, selfish, foolish girl!”Y/N screamed.

“ What happened?”, Uncle Magath queried in a concerned voice.

“ It’s that idiot, Sasha! She went to Yarkcel with the Forsters. The group noticed she was missing for a whole day when a letter notified them of her whereabouts' ', Y/n said, fully crying now.

“ And where is Sasha?”, Uncle Magath asked.

“ In Ragako, miles away from Yarkcel, engaged to Mr. Yeager who she plans on eloping with! Sasha has eloped!”, Y/N loudly completed, breaking down in Levi’s arms.

“ Ragako isn’t that far from here! Theo, grab your coat and your horse this instant! You must find our niece”, Mrs. Magath ordered.

“ Don’t need to tell me twice”, he replied getting up.

“ I’ve been ordered to go home immediately”, Y/N sniffled.

“ I’ll arrange a carriage for you, ma’am”, Levi comforted.

“ I’m deeply sorry for this unexpected fiasco. I assure you that your journey back to Trost will be safe and comfortable. It’s the least I can do”

“ Mr. Levi, I can’t thank you enough!”

“ Don’t mention it, ma’am”.

The scenario back at home was incredibly messy! Mrs. L/N was sobbing on the couch out of worry for her youngest daughter, and the L/N sisters clutched onto their mother. Christa was back from Ermich, and Mr. L/N was out searching for Sasha in Ragako. Christa and Y/N shared a look. The entire night, nobody got a wink of sleep. Mikasa tried getting her mother to eat, whilst Ella fanned her. Ella wasn’t entirely shocked at the news of her sister running off. Sasha was a reckless, mindless flirt! She was desperate to snatch a handsome officer, and now she’d been seduced! Y/N had confided about Mr. Yeager’s true nature to Christa only.

“ He’s a notorious womanizer, Christa, and Sasha had to run off with him of all people! God, I swear I’ll behead that man when I see him next!”, Y/N snarled. Christa stroked her back, attempting to calm her down.

“ You’ll do nothing of the sort. Calm down, we’ll see what happens”, Christa soothed.

“ You’re right. I must divert my mind from all this”, Y/N sighed. She then implored Christa about her time in Ermich, which excited her.

“ Oh it was marvelous for the most part. Remember those letters I sent to Mr. Smith? Well, it turns out Marceline isn’t a true friend! She hid them from him. Mr. Smith reached out to me by himself and apologized for leaving me so suddenly. We spent so much time together!”, Christa giggled. Finally, some good news, Y/N thought. The two sisters chattered all night before falling asleep together. In the morning, they awoke to hyper shouting! At once, they ran downstairs to see what the commotion was all about.

There she was, grinning from ear to ear and dressed in a posh whiter gown: Sasha L/N! She was holding hands with a serious looking Mr. Yeager, and Mrs. L/N was stroking her cheeks and talking hyperly to her. As one track minded as ever, Mrs. L/N was just glad that Sasha came back home married! Rita, the maid, served lunch at the table. The atmosphere in the room was tense. Papa and the rest of the sisters didn’t say a word. It was only Mama and Sasha who spoke. Papa interrogated Mr. Yeager. Sasha finally switched her attention from Mrs. L/N to Y/N, who she was seated beside.

“ Isn’t my husband handsome?”Sasha poked. She was under the impression that Y/N loved Mr. Yeager, and that she had stolen away the heart of her much more popular elder sister’s object of affection. Y/N nodded coldly, not wanting to discuss this imprudent match at all! She made no eye contact with Sasha, and was too busy fearing what events would lay out in the future. Mr. Yeager didn’t love Sasha at all, and he was only after money. Y/N internally winced at the heartbreak Sasha would experience should Mr. Yeager not ditch his womanizing ways.

“ Our wedding was intimate, but my god, it was heavenly!”Sasha gushed.

“ I looked like a goddess in my wedding dress, If I do say so myself, and Mr. Yeager was as handsome as ever. Oh, silly me, I call him Zeke now. Anyways, only Uncle Theo and Auntie Magath were present, along with the priest, Mr. Nick, and Mr. Ackerman. Of course, me and Zeke too”. Y/N’s head shot up at this news. What was Mr. Ackerman doing at Sasha’s wedding?

“ What was Mr. Ackerman doing there?", she questioned.

“ Oh, Mr. Ackerman searched for us everywhere before we got discovered in our hiding spot: a quaint little inn on the outskirts of Ragako”, Sasha began.

“ Who do you think paid for the wedding? Mr. Ackerman had us married at a small church the very next day. But you mustn’t tell anyone, promise you won’t!”Sasha instructed.

Later on that afternoon, Y/N cornered Mr. Yeager. She tried so hard to get her anger under control, but she couldn’t.

“ Listen to me, you blasted buffoon from hell”, she started with a look so vicious Mr. Yeager flinched and took a step back.

“ I know of your true nature, and I know of your drama with Isabel Ackerman. I’ve been enlightened about all the lies you spit”, she continued. Subconsciously, Y/N neared Mr. Yeager’s face.

“ If heartbreak of any sort ails Sasha, and I discover that you’re the root cause of it, nobody will ever hear from you again”, Y/N threatened.

“ I’ll expose every dirty secret and lie of yours. Moreover, if word about the little fiasco between you and Isabel gets out, you’ll be met with the same fate. You’re so fond of playing with the adolescent feelings of 15-year-old girls and leading them on, now you must keep your promise to Sasha. Never again will you court or seduce any other young girl, as Sasha is now your wife who you claimed to be so enamoured with back at Ragako. Have a nice life”, she spat before stomping off to her room. Christa sensed Y/N’s disapproval and anger the second she slammed the library door shut and dashed upstairs to her room. Christa entered the room tentatively, horrified upon witnessing the sight of her dear sister sprawled on her bed, weeping into a pillow.

“ Y/N? Y/N? Oh, do answer me, darling. Are you still dismayed about the wedding after threatening Mr. Yeager?”, Christa urged, gently shaking Y/N.

“ Not only that”, Y/N sniffled. She finally sat up and wiped her tears.

“ Remember when I told you that Mr. Ackerman proposed to me? Well, it turns out ages after that little event, I’m hopelessly in love with him”, Y/N tearfully confessed.

“ Mr. Ackerman paid for Sasha’s wedding and all the commissions and all that. I’m not entirely sure, but I think he was behind your rekindling with Mr. Smith too”, she finished.

“ All of that is great. Why do you cry?”, Christa probed.

“ It’s because I have a strong feeling he’s fallen out of love with me! I’m much lower than him in rank socially, and I’ve rejected him once in a horribly rude manner, and now with this whole elopement tosh, I’m from a family ripe with scandal”, Y/N sobbed, her figure shaking so much even the bed creaked.

“ Why would any man of birth as noble as Mr. Ackerman still love me? He’s over me, and I’ve just learned to love him”, she finished, her voice laced with bitter regret and sorrow. Christa pulled her into her chest in a hug.

“ If he truly loves you, he’ll overlook all of this”, she assured.

“ If he didn’t truly love you, he wouldn’t have gone as far as to search for Sasha and secure her marriage. If your hunch is right, as they always are, and he’s urged Mr. Smith to contact me again, then that’s not for my happiness, it’s for yours. Don’t you see, Y/N? He’s doing everything in his power to win you over! He’s fixing all his mistakes”, Christa explained, her expression one that said: “ How does someone of your level of intelligence not realize the things I just enlightened you about?”

Y/N smiled at her sister. She realized how stupid she had sounded 2 minutes ago.

“ Christa, what would I do without you? All you’ve said makes so much sense to me now. I just wish there was a way for me to meet Mr. Ackerman now. He’s the person I most wish to see as of present. And oh how I wish to wed him. But alas, that could never be”, Y/N sighed.

“ Why not?”, Christa inquired.

“ For he’s engaged to another woman against his will. And worse, she seems to be highly uninterested in him, and he has never been interested in her".

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