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05| The Tribrid

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x daughter!reader Summary: As you settle back into the Quarter, you juggle your personal and new professional life—but with the Mikaelsons, it was almost as if there was no difference between the two. Warnings: none Words: 5.6K

Masterlist | Part 6

a/n: i see this series getting long, guys; just letting you know. btw, i'm pretty much unoccupied, so u can expect new posts for this series and possibly other imagines like every 2-3 days. and tysm for all the support! anyway, i'll let you get to reading now.

I walked into the Abattoir with a façade of confidence. I was now completely sober, facing the repercussions of my drunken actions. It'd been about a week since my agreement with Elijah and he'd only just called me in to speak with him yesterday.

I was currently cursing my drunk self, but at least Marcel was now allowed back into the Quarter without any fuss. Of course, he wasn't allowed back into the slaughterhouse, but he did compel himself a nice little townhouse a few minutes of human-walking away from my place.

In New Orleans, it was always better to live in the Quarter than anywhere else. This was the heart of the city's supernatural happenings. You were both safest here and also at most danger. But I guess, if you had enemies, you wanted to be in the Quarter because, if you had a crew to roll with, then nobody would really try you.

That's how it used to be at one point in time, and that's what the factions were trying to achieve now.

I was immediately greeted after making it past the gates. "Y/N," Elijah said, walking towards me, hands held out. He wrapped an arm around me, walking me to the couches in the middle of the courtyard. I tried not to show any discomfort at the physical touch. "It's lovely to see you."

I chuckled a little. "Feeling's mutual," I replied, causing the nobleman to let out a little laugh himself. I sat down on one of the couches while he sat on the other. "So, what have we got today?"

He sighed, "The withes are unhappy because of- all due respect, Marcellus' actions."

Right. Marcel forbade anyone to do magic. While I understand his reasoning, trying to protect a little witch by the name of Davina Claire, it was cruel. To ask a witch to go without magic was like asking a human not to breathe; it was damn near impossible.

Even though I get what he was trying to do, I still didn't agree with it—but that didn't mean that I agreed with what the New Orleans witches were doing either.

"So I've heard. But I'm sure you're aware of why he did what he did." He was; otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up. I wouldn't do anything to endanger Davina; she'd become like a family to me. I knew that the Mikaelsons knew all about Davina, the harvest, and whatnot.

"Yes, of course. To protect Davina, I understand. She is special, without a doubt." Elijah's voice with filled with nothing other than conviction; I'd expect nothing less when people were speaking about Davina.

I smiled thinking about her. "Yes, she is."

"However, it still hasn't done us any favours on a community-wide scale." Elijah ran a hand through his hair. "The witches' spokesperson, Genevieve, is just about furious with the treatment they've received." A look suddenly appeared on his face. "And considering the... interactions my family has had with her, I wouldn't want to anger her further, especially since Hayley is with child."

This was the first time my heart didn't stop at the mention of Klaus' unborn baby. Instead, I was too focused on the witch Elijah named: Genevieve. Now, this was a name Marcel had somehow neglected to inform me about, but I was well aware of who she was.

From my understanding, Rebekah Mikaelson killed her the same year the Mikaelsons fled New Orleans, sometime in the early 1900s. Marcel spilled the whole story to me one night when he was drunk.

Genevieve died. Yet, according to Elijah (and I know this is not a coincidence) she's alive leading the NOLA coven.

Great.

I responded after a beat, bringing my hands together. "Okayyy, so what are we doing?"

"Making the witches happy, love."

Now my heart stopped.

I turned my head to see Klaus just finishing walking down the stairs. "Elijah tells me you're our new... fixer." He shrugged, making his way to the minibar. "So fix it."

"Niklaus."

"Get a grip, Elijah. I don't think I'm offending the young woman," he said before turning to face me. "Am I offending you, love?"

I skipped the whole processing bit of this situation and dived straight into my persona. "Not at all."

Klaus made a gesture to me with his hand, turning back to his brother. "See, Elijah. Marcel's right hand has tough skin." Elijah responded with a much more exhausted sigh than before, rubbing his hand on his face. Klaus ignored this, turning back to me with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. "Want me to pour you a glass, Y/N?"

"It is ten o'clock in the morning, Niklaus."

"All the more reason," he quipped back. "Y/N?"

I tried to loosen up, but my smile probably came out a little more tense than I originally intended. "I'm good; thank you."

Klaus looked at me for a few seconds before shrugging and pouring his own glass. Elijah took this opportunity to continue, but not before letting out another sigh. "As I was saying before my brother so tersely interrupted us, Genevieve has agreed to meet with us after I told her that you—Marcel's right hand, as Niklaus put it—were going to be representing us."

I tried to focus all my attention on the task at hand instead of my absent father who kept looking over at me periodically. I remembered what this was like when I did it for Cellie; I just had to get back in the game. "So, if you are looking to make an agreement of some sort, what are you willing to negotiate—give up, even?"

Just as Elijah was about to answer, Klaus briskly cut him off. "Oh, that's all on you, love." I narrowed my eyes slightly and he elaborated. "You decide then and there what you think is fair." He shrugged again, and although he looked carefree, he also had a smug look on his face that I doubt he was even trying to hide. "Ball's in your court." This was a test.

I didn't ponder on that for too long, nodding to him. "I can do that."

Klaus nodded back. He looked like he wanted to say something, but a quick look from Elijah seemed to make him want to hold his tongue. Thank God.

While I seemed like I was coming a long way, just the mere idea of holding a conversation with this man was terrifying. There were so many things I was holding my tongue about. It was just lucky that I so happened to be 500 years old. A few, quick conversations with my dad who had no idea I was his illegitimate child would not break me. Maybe it fucked with my head, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.

I'm here after all, aren't I?

Elijah cleared his throat. "Well, it seems to me that we've discussed everything we needed to discuss for today." He stood up and I followed suit. "Again, it was lovely seeing you, Y/N."

"Likewise." I shook the hand he held out, once again ignoring the weird original rush I felt. "I'll see myself out." Couldn't get out faster.

I walked toward the exit before Elijah could say something gentlemanly about escorting me out and before Klaus could say something that'd boggle my mind even further. I assumed he'd text me the details about the meeting later.

I took a deep breath immediately once I was far enough from the compound that I was sure they wouldn't hear me. I had no idea how I was going to get used to any of this, but it was too late to go back now.

In the meantime, I decided to take my mind off the Mikaelsons for a bit by visiting someone who I've yet to see.

I walked into the old church with caution. It wasn't like I had a problem with Kieran; I just felt awkward whenever I talked to him, so I'd rather avoid him. I've had enough awkward situations in these past few weeks to last me a lifetime.

To my luck, he was absent and so I just walked straight upstairs, dodging cobwebs as I went until I made it to the attic's ajar door. A girl sat on a stool in front of an easel, painting a landscape. She was so focused she didn't even notice me push the door the rest of the way open.

I smiled, leaning on the door as I looked around the room that'd changed since I last saw it, now more decorated and screaming it'd been touched by a teenage girl. "So Marcel's still got you holed up in here, huh?"

She instantly spun around with her jaw dropped. "Y/N?!" She ran toward me, engulfing me in a tight hug that I'm sure would've broken some bones if I was human.

I chuckled, "Hi, Davina. I've missed you, too."

She pulled back, looking over me with disbelief visible on her face. "Oh, my God- when did you get back?"

"A little while ago. I'm sorry I couldn't come see you sooner, but I've been absolutely swamped. I promise, though—going into the future, I'll make time to see you." Davina smiled, pulling me back in for another hug. Her happiness spread to me and I started smiling so hard that my cheeks hurt. I think this might be the first time I've been this happy since I got back to New Orleans.

Davina was an amazing kid. I was supposed to meet up with Marcel the night of the harvest when he saved her, and so I ended up meeting her a few months before I left. She just so happened to be one of the few people who know my secret. She was incredibly gifted and reminded me so much of my younger self. I felt like I owed it to her, to myself, to be there for her. In the short time I've known her, she's become something like a little sister to me, if not a daughter.

When we broke from the hug, we both ended up sitting on the bed. I let her catch me up on what's been happening, even though I already more or less knew it from Marcel's summaries. "Okay, so if the witches aren't trying to hunt you down anymore, why are you still hiding away in this attic?"

"Well, I'm not hiding away anymore," she replied. "Marcel just figured it'd be safer for me to stay here instead of with them. He still doesn't trust them and, honestly, neither do I. They've been acting kind of weird since the witches were resurrected, but I just deal with it and go there everyday to practice."

I hummed. I understood Marcel's reasoning; keeping Davina at the church was actually pretty smart. I wouldn't trust her with a bunch of vengeful witches, either, especially after they tried to kill her once. But this attic was far too small for a little girl to spend her days in.

I looked around the cluttered room, thinking before I said screw it and decided to propose my idea to Davina. "What if you didn't have to stay here?" I asked, looking back at her.

She furrowed her brows. "What do you mean? It's not like there's anywhere else I could go, besides with the witches."

"Not necessarily true." I sat up straighter. "I mean, my townhouse has three rooms, and only one of those rooms isn't empty." I shrugged, gesturing around the room. "It's bigger than this place, so all your stuff would fit."

She sat up too. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"Hell yeah, I am. And the protections on my place are a lot better than this church's, trust me."

"You want me to move in with you?"

"Yeah, Davina, that's what I've been sayi-" I was cut off when she threw her arms around me in the tightest hug she'd given me since I entered the attic, and that was saying something.

"Oh, my gosh! Yes, of course!"

I giggled at her enthusiasm, hugging her back before pulling away to pull my phone out of my back pocket. "Okay, I'll drop you off at the apartment now and I'll text some people to come pick up your stuff and bring it to you." I glanced back up at her for confirmation, looking back at my phone when she giddily nodded. "You can just make yourself at home and get settled in. I'll be home a bit later; I just have a business meeting first."

"Yeah, sure." Davina then stood up, looking around and clapping her hands. "I'll start packing!"

I laughed for what felt like the umpteenth time since I've seen her, standing up too. "Alright, D. I'll see you later," I said, but she was already far too engrossed in packing her things, giving me a distracted goodbye. I shook my head, the corners of my lips going up even higher as I left the room.

Thank God I wouldn't have to come back to this creepy ass church anymore. I really hadn't even thought of asking Davina move in with me; it was such a spur of the moment kind of thing, but I had no doubts then and no doubts now. She'd be safer with me than here, with the witches, or even Marcel.

At the though of my friend, I went to text him about this new development, coming across a message from Elijah along the way.

Elijah M. We'll be meeting the witches at 7:00 PM at the compound.

You OK, I'll be there.

I stuffed my phone back into my pocket after responding to Elijah and texting Marcel about Davina. Seven was two hours away, so I had time to go home and freshen up before the meeting.

I wasn't nervous; I'd already been here before, already done it all, but I did feel a weird pressure to do this well. Something in me said Klaus was counting on me to fail, so it was my job to prove him wrong.

I walked right into the compound later without standing out front for ten minutes like I did this morning. I was gonna have to get used to this all eventually and I'd prefer that'd happen sooner rather than later.

I was apparently earlier than everyone else because there wasn't a Mikaelson or red-haired witch in sight. I checked my watch: 6:30, it read. Earlier than I expected, but that was fine with me. I wiped the imaginary dust off my outfit: slacks and a tight white dress shirt that I'd unbuttoned just enough to not look like a female Elijah. Resemblance to the Mikaelsons was not what I needed right now.

I was just about to pull out my phone to keep myself busy when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around, my eyes meeting the mother of Klaus' kid. "Oh, hi," she greeted, a surprised look on her face. "What are you- oh, right, Elijah told me you guys were meeting with the witches tonight."

"Yeah- it, uh, appears that I'm a bit early." I chuckled, making small talk even though I really didn't want to have any unnecessary conversations with anyone that lived in this building.

"No, it's a good quality. Elijah's like that," she told me. I nodded, ignoring my thoughts which were questioning her relationship with Elijah. Something told me it was a lot more complicated than it seemed. "I wanted to thank you, by the way."

My brows furrowed. "Hm? For what?"

"For covering me that day with Elijah- and for saving me from that vampire that day, too," she expressed with an almost bashful look on her face. "I realize I was pretty rude to you, but I was really just having a bad day, and-"

"And I'm a vampire, so you were just being careful." She let a small, embarrassed smile form on her lips which I reciprocated. "It's fine, I get it. I'd do the same if I were in your shoes."

"Thank you for understanding; I really appreciate it." I told her it was no problem, resisting the urge to be nosy and ask why she didn't wanna tell Elijah what happened; I didn't want to risk her growing suspicious of me.

Before Hayley and I could fall into an uncomfortable silence, Klaus and Elijah strolled in through the gates into the courtyard. Klaus' eyes narrowed between me and Hayley, probably in a protective manner, while Elijah greeted me.

"Y/N, sorry to have kept you waiting-"

"Oh, no, it was no biggie." I gestured to Hayley. "I had good company, anyways." Hayley smiled, excusing herself after wishing us luck with the witches, but I doubted I'd need it.

I was good and I knew it. Half a millennium alone in the world taught you how to negotiate, how to get your way when you had no one else on your side. Really, I was less worried about the witches and more worried about being in Klaus' presence.

Speak of the devil.

"The witches should arrive soon," Klaus announced, glancing down at his watch then up at me, a smirk arising on his face. "And then you'll be able to play your hand."

I stopped myself from narrowing my eyes or doing anything that showed I felt the shade he was so obviously throwing my way. Clearly, without even having really spoken to me, dear old dad has decided he doesn't like me, much less trust me. I don't know why that hurt because I don't even want to be talking to him period. I guess there's just a part of me that disagrees with that.

Like this morning, Klaus didn't waste a second before walking over to the bar. "Can I interest you in a drink whilst we wait, love?" He poured himself a glass. "Some... liquid courage, if you will."

He's being a jackass on purpose.

I declined, "No thanks." I shook my head. "I don't need it." And I also don't need to be under the influence around the Originals.

Klaus chuckled in an almost sardonic manner. Like the night I met him, he had a dark air around him that he barely cared to conceal. Klaus wanted people to notice that about him; he wanted people to be scared. And I was, but for entirely different reasons.

However, I'd sooner die before letting him know that. If he wanted to play hard ball, then I'd be the best damn batter he's ever seen.

Klaus turned around, tipping his glass to me. "You're quite confident."

"Well, I can back it up," I quipped back. In response, he sarcastically smiled, taking a sip of the brown liquid in his hand. From the corner of my eye, I saw Elijah glancing in between us watchfully.

"So I've heard- and you know, it got me thinking, what exactly is it about you that makes you so special?" This-

I was given time to pause by Elijah's interjection. "Niklaus."

He held his hands out in the air. "What, Elijah? I'm just curious," he reasoned.

I cut Elijah off before he could say something more in order to respond. "No, it's alright, Elijah; I understand the skepticism." I looked back to Klaus whose eyes just so imperceptibly narrowed. "The reason why people are more inclined to listen to me is because I don't operate with a desire to instill fear in others, just respect." I maintained eye contact with Klaus, hoping he was picking up what I was putting down. I knew he got the message when I saw his jaw clench.

He looked like he was going to say something else, but before he could, the gates to the compound opened. All three of us looked toward the entrance to see Genevieve and two other witches walking beside her, like a little entourage.

Elijah seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the intrusion. "Genevieve," he greeted, walking toward them. "Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. Please, take a seat. Can we interest you in any beverages?"

While Elijah was clearly doing his best to mediate, Klaus didn't say a word, only burning a hole into the side of Genevieve's head with a hard glare while he drank his scotch.

The three of them sat down on one couch as Elijah and I sat on the one parallel to it. "No, that'll be alright," she said, crossing her legs. "I know you appreciate verity, Elijah, so I'm gonna be honest: I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting if it weren't for the woman sitting next to you."

Elijah nodded. "Yes, I'm completely aware. Y/N is here to make sure that we both get what we want and to ensure that the future of the Quarter, and everyone in it, is prosperous."

I smiled, holding my hand out. "Hello, it's lovely to meet you. I've heard many good things about you." That was a lie.

Shaking my hand, she responded, "Likewise. The elders of the coven are practically smitten with you. I've never seen witches so eager to deal with a vampire."

"Well, I hope that, after our discussion, you will also be more eager to work with the Mikaelsons."

Genevieve almost scoffed at what I said. In my peripheral, I saw Klaus roll his eyes—at me or her, I'm unsure. "Please, Y/N—I'm sure you're aware of who exactly these people are and what they've done. Even though you're a vampire, you have to admit it's outrageous." Her voice was incredulous.

I really don't understand what she was making a big fuss about. From the way the story was told, Genevieve used to have a huge crush on Klaus back in the day—ew—but I wasn't gonna actually use that against her. I didn't want her to resent me; I actually needed her to like me for this to work.

"I understand where you're coming from," I told her, managing to muster up a sympathetic expression. "But we all want the same thing: peace. That is the final destination; there are so many stops along the way to get there, so if peace is where we truly want to be, then we need to be willing to put aside our differences."

The redhead sighed. "I hear what you're saying, but how can we expect peace while working with these people? How do you expect us to trust them?" Now, Klaus scoffed, causing both Genevieve and Elijah to look over at him, Elijah with a more stern look in his eyes. I, on the other hand, ignored him altogether, focusing completely on the witch in front of me.

I said her name to get her attention back onto me, thus causing Elijah to look away from his brother, too. "I am, in no way, asking you to trust blindly. We're willing to negotiate; just state your terms." I knew this was dangerous, giving her the opportunity to ask for whatever she wanted, but the witches had been recently oppressed; giving them the chance to ask for what they wanted was like an apology of sorts, one that I felt they'd appreciate.

Genevieve looked hesitant, glancing at both of her associates, to Elijah, Klaus, and then back to me. Even without looking at him, I could feel Klaus staring at me, probably questionably. None of them were expecting that move.

See, because I was representing the Mikaelsons, Genevieve expected me to state their terms first then negotiate since they were more powerful. So, of course she was surprised.

After a beat of silence, she finally spoke up. "We want to practice freely."

"Done."

"And we want to celebrate our festivals without a hassle."

"Of course."

"And we want to reclaim witch territory for ourselves and ourselves alone, like the Lafayette cemetery."

"Reasonable," I noted, waiting for her to say something else. When she didn't, I asked, "Is there anything else we can give you? You don't have to answer right now; we'll take some time then I'll get a contract drafted-"

"Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." At her interjection, the room went silent. I didn't even wanna know what Klaus looked like right now, but Genevieve sure as hell seemed to have regained her confidence. "We want Esther Mikaelson's grimoire." That was one ballsy request.

"Are you out of your mind?" For the first time since the witches walked into the compound, Klaus spoke. I looked over at him to see a look of shock adorning his face as if the redhead just tried to kill him—and, I mean, was he that far off?

You don't ask for the Original Witch's spell book without wanting to kill or at least having the ability to kill if you so need it.

Elijah seemed to recover from a shock of his own, trying to calm his brother down. "Niklaus-"

"I am not giving you my mother's grimoire." Klaus had set his drink down, walking toward where we were all sitting. Smoke might as well have been coming out of his ears. I knew that, if I were one of the three witches sitting across from me, I'd be shitting myself. "After what you tried to do to my family, you expect me to hand over-"

"Niklaus." Elijah cut him off, but more firmly and this time Klaus actually listened, turning to look over at Elijah with hard eyes. His eyes flickered to me for a split second before looking back at Genevieve—or glaring, rather.

While Genevieve looked slightly startled, I saw the dead-set expression on her face. It'd be hard to try and convince her that Esther's grimoire wasn't what the witches wanted, but it was possible.

Gears turned in my head as I thought it over until a quick idea popped into my head. At that moment, I began, "I'm sorry, Genevieve. We can do everything else you mentioned, put it in writing, but Esther Mikaelson's grimoire is a no-go." I saw her shaking her head before I even finished.

"Then no deal-"

Elijah cut in, "Genevieve, please-"

"I can give you the next best thing." I caught Genevieve's attention easily, along with everyone else's in the room. In seconds, I had come up with a quick fix; it was a gamble, but if you aren't willing to go big, then go the fuck home. "I currently have a Bennett grimoire in my possession." I paused, gauging her reaction. Clearly, this night was full of surprises.

I suppressed the urge to glance over at my relatives; I had a feeling that I already knew what their faces looked like.

Genevieve struggled to compose herself, so I continued, "It's yours, so long as you accept." I understood what was happening here: the witches or the spirits or whatever were already decided, and they wanted the Mikaelson grimoire, but how could they be upset with what I was offering? A Bennett spell book was a damn good replacement if I ever saw one, and if anyone knew that, it was Esther's children themselves.

I knew the history—I've spent my life learning it. Ayana taught Esther everything she knew; the Bennett bloodline was one of the strongest, maybe even stronger than the Mikaelsons. And although I doubt Genevieve knew the lengthy Bennett history, she quickly got her bearings and responded, "I- we accept-"

I cut her off, smiling, "Great. Now our turn." I clasped my hands together. "You guys can keep your sanctuaries, the cemetery and whatnot, but in shared areas like the rest of the Quarter, we ask that you remain peaceful and avoid altercations with other factions. We're asking the same of the other factions, as well. Similarly, the Mikaelsons don't want conflicts, so we'd also like to avoid altercations in that area."

It seemed pretty simple because it was. It was like what Elijah said to me that night in Rousseau's: everybody wants power, and the witches were no different. They didn't agree to this meeting for peace; they agreed because they wanted power, and the Mikaelsons struck this deal for the same exact reason, even if that's not how the nobleman would've phrased it.

While I didn't provide the witches with the same prepared list of terms, what I was asking for would have the same effect. The Originals were already on top, so what more did they really need to ask for?

Genevieve, once again, looked over at the two girls sitting next to her who both nodded at the silent question she was asking. When she turned back to me, the smallest of smiles was on her lips. "You have yourself a deal."

I reciprocated her expression as we both stood up. I shook her hand. "Pleasure doing business with you. I'll work on getting that contract drafted in more detail, so please, come to us with any other requests you may have."

Genevieve nodded, letting go of my hand, and Elijah took the pleasantries from there, walking them out of the compound. This left Klaus and I alone momentarily.

I looked over at him to see that he was already staring at me. I felt a chill go down my spine from how intently he was looking at me, my mini adrenaline rush dying down. It looked almost like he was picking me apart with his gaze.

I didn't want him to think I had something to hide, so I held his stare. We were both silent until Elijah walked back. This time, he didn't seem to sense the tension in the room—that, or he just chose to ignore it.

"Thank you, Y/N," he said. I looked away from Klaus to smile in response, but the second I did, he broke his vow of silence.

"How do you have a Bennett grimoire in your possession?" Klaus' voice was cold and accusatory, just as his eyes were. Elijah just might have frozen had he not been a thousand-years-old; hell, I probably would have, too, but I'd already been crafting an explanation as soon as the idea popped into my head.

Not the real explanation, but one that made more sense.

I shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I met one a few hundred years ago. She died after she was in the wrong place, wrong time, but she left that book to me."

Klaus didn't look sold. "A Bennett witch left her grimoire with you, a vampire? Not with her family?"

"Well, to be fair, she wasn't in touch with her family at that time," I retorted. "And I was human at the time so, yes, she left it to me because she knew it could come of use one day."

Klaus didn't reply to me, instead choosing to continue staring me down. However, his glare was now lessened, so I knew he sort of believed me, even though he had doubts.

In the time that Klaus wasn't saying anything, Elijah cleared his throat, bringing the attention back to him. When I looked over, he smiled and tried to further de-escalate the situation. "Thank you, again, Y/N."

That was my cue to leave. "No problem. Are you okay with meeting up tomorrow to discuss the contract?"

He nodded. "Of course. Lunch?"

"Sounds great," I said, grabbing my bag that I'd left on the armchair next to me. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Elijah bid me farewell while Klaus remained mute, but I still felt him staring at me, even as I was walking out; only when I'd walked two minutes away from the compound did I finally let go of that feeling

I didn't speed all the way home this time like I had been doing recently after exiting the Abattoir. Instead, I decided to take this time to think since I really haven't gotten a moment alone all day.

The excuse I gave Klaus wasn't too far from the truth—I only warped it slightly. I didn't know who he knew or how well he knew my mother before he slept with her, but I knew that if I gave him the real story, there was a possibility that he'd find out who I was.

The real story was that my mother was best friends with a Bennett. Almost like history repeating itself if you thought about it; Amelia Bennett was to my family what Ayana was to the Mikaelsons. She was both a mentor to my mother and me.

In reality, we were a lot closer than I made it sound. She was a lot closer to my mother than she was with the rest of her family. We were in Salem; the witch trials were just beginning, so any witch in the area was either preparing to leave or to die. She was anticipating the latter, so before she died, she made sure to leave the assets she had to my mother.

The other Bennetts didn't dispute this, fleeing west. The rest of the story, I try not to think about. I needed to be strong, for Davina, for Marcel, for Amelia, for my mother, and for myself; otherwise, everything I've sacrificed would've been for nothing.

With that thought, I had a new resolution.

This, what I was doing here in New Orleans, could not fail. I have not lived the life I've lived just to fail. So from this moment forward, I decided to be better, to be stronger. No more quivering at the mention of my father or his baby, no more getting shaken up by conversations with the Mikaelsons.

Walking toward my apartment, I made myself a promise.

This city will not break me, no matter what.

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yanban-san · 7 months

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Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further

Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them

Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]

Oh, Certainly.

You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-

If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-

Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-

"You've been marked, young one."

Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-

You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.

As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-

Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.

"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"

Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.

Everyone was.

Oh dear.

"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."

Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"

"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?

Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,

"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"

Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"

"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"

Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."

"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."

Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"

"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"

Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-

"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."

"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"

You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."

Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"

And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-

"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"

You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.

Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"

"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"

"Into this? I doubt-"

"Insight into what?"

You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.

"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.

"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."

"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-

"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."

"The scale Ingo gave me?"

"That was it."

Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.

"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"

Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.

"But uh, the other thing-"

Oh?

"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any… rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"

You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"

He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"

"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"

"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."

Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.

"The feather?"

"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."

"Oh, I do-" And you paused.

Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-

Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-

You considered your boss for a moment.

Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"

"Huh?"

"The feather."

You recalled it.

"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."

And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.

"…What's wrong with it?"

The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-

Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.

"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?

"…fake?"

The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-

"I see. Well, I must get going."

Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to

Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.

You wouldn't hurt them like this.

You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-

Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.

But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.

To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-

He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-

"Ah, there you are, Miss."

He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.

Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-

Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.

And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-

Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-

Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.

And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-

And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-

But not now.

Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.

No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-

After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-

Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.

And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.

So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-

The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-

"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-

Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.

"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"

"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"

You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"

*How were you to explain-

"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?

Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?

"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"

"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"

"I saw issue with it."

And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-

It made him look mad. Deranged.

And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-

"…There was an issue? With it?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."

And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.

…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?

The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-

"Brother."

Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.

"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"

"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.

"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."

Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"

"I don't know."

"And- My scale- She took that off, too."

"Yes, she did that too."

"And your feather!"

"Yes. And my feather."

Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-

So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.

Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-

"They won't," Ingo reassured.

"They will not. One way or another."

Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"

Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"

"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"

"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."

And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.

Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.

#Ingo x Reader #Emmet x Reader #Eldritch Submas #monster au #demon au #seth.asks #seth.anon #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #eldritch au

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capriciouscapsss · 1 year

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meeting your future spouse ™

BOOK A READING WITH ME

today we're doing a first meeting pac with your future spouse

we have four piles; intuitively choose the pile you're most drawn to.

now let's go ahead and start ♡

pile i. daffy duck rolling in money

[The hermit, 6oS, Knight of Cups, t.w.n.o.o.t.u, n.t.i.w.w., o.n.s]

This was my face as I was shuffling for you: 😲 you guys haven't been trusting the universe at all right now! the universe asks you to trust, to let go, to make sure that you're healing yourself before worrying about when you and your person will meet. they will come to you!! they will. but you have to let go. only when you let go is when you and your f/s will finally meet. only when you choose yourself over anyone else is when you two will meet. you know a lot of people say that they find love when they least expect it and I do think that will be the case for you, pile one. when you finally choose to put yourself first is when they will come into the picture. but for this you have to let go!! are you staying up late at night watching someone else's profile? seeing what they post and crushing from afar? yeah, let go of that rn😠 act like you need no one bc they'd all be LUCKY to even have a chance with you and this person will come!! when you retreat, when you put yourself first and detach from an unhealthy situation (crushing badly, toxic relationship, self isolation, ect) you'll see that this person will come rushing in. Now for the actual MEETING, well I do see that you meet this person from afar at first. they have a good reputation and they're seen as someone elevated. honestly i get the image of someone watching from afar, trying to act distant like they don't care (this is you btw😭) whilst still keeping an eye on them. you notice them first but that does not mean they don't know you. honestly they haven't heard very good stuff about you when you two meet sorry sorry bUT they still approach you anyways. again i get the image of you trying to act cool and collected, you probably don't even take them seriously. it might be somewhere crowded where you can (metaphorically or actually) feel everyone's eyes on you both. i do see people thinking like oh these two are about to fool around or like nothing can stem from the both of you talking but they're still curious enough to watch. + for some of you this can point to having a crush on them back then without knowing them, as in maybe a social media crush or something like that. like you KNOW them because you've been keeping an eye on them before but they don't know you; they've just heard mean things about you.

additional little notes: forgive, 9, the past, past crush?, problems, do we have beef?, the situation improves

pile ii. a stack of cash being flipped through

[6oS, the world, 9op, l.a.f.s, g.t.h, n.r, m.e]

Hellooo pile two! your first meeting is a weird thing. they keep pulling me to tell you about your second meeting and not your first. first off, I'm praying for you. the energy of your future spouse- wait no scratch that the alleged appearance of your future spouse??? yeah good luck. we got the oracle card "guy is too hot" like what else do we even need??? 😭 you're going to be so caught off guard when you meet them. i don't believe necessarily in love at first sight but it's so likely that it happens to both of you. you my dear lovely pile two, are somewhat of a romantic (this is my nice way of saying erratic in love) you seem to crush on people allll the time. you put big emphasis on the more uhm rated r side of love. like how it'll be, how they'll be and so on and so forth. BUT the crazy thing is, this doesn't happen with this person; you're stuck wanting to know more about them on a even friendship SOULMATE level. they're ridiculously attractive and yet you don't even want to connect bodies you want to connect with their SPIRIT. it's crazy because your way of meeting each other is almost like destiny. I can see you guys telling the story later on in your marriage and realizing that if xyz hadn't changed even just a bit then you two likely wouldn't have met. like true destiny type of vibes in your connection. i do think the reason as to why spirit doesn't want to talk about your first meeting it's because nothing really happens the FIRST meeting. most likely they're watching from afar, immediately in love. and they won't even ask for your name or nothing either, just watches from afar then goes home lmao. it's DESTINY intervening that has you two meeting again and that's when it starts. you SEE them now too. you want to speak to them and learn their name. honestly I do get the vibe that they're a bit more "refined" than you are. as in more polite and with better manners. you're gonna charm the pants off them though, just in a wilder way. def gonna surprise them.

additional little notes: the notebook but with noah as the girl and allie as the boy lol, fated connection, meeting by a friend, charity, travel

pile iii. person counting money next to their cat

[the high priestess, the hanged man, 8oC, remain positive, v.s, mm, s.b]

my dear pile 3s it's all going to get better. you'll see ♡ the energy in this pile is tired. take some rest, you need to sleep. you need to think, be alone with your thoughts and untangle the web that you take great care not to focus on. pile three, you and your f/s will meet in a period of trying to advance knowledge wise. so attending school, college, starting a class, or just in a library. it's going to be during a period that you do not want to be bothered. you and them seem to be on the same struggle boat; whatever it is you're trying to get doesn't seem to want to be gotten 😭 and you are so stressed out. you keep wondering if the dream you're even going for is possible of being accomplished. i do feel like at the time you meet they are not in that situation anymore but they can relate to these feelings. like it was like prior to meeting you they were going through your exact situation but they're better off now. as in like they already accomplished what you wanted to do first. they might see you looking lost in thought or just going through a hard time and approach you only to give you advice or help you in a sort of way. they don't mean anything romantic by it but you look so distressed that they can't help but WANT to help you. and help you they do, I'm seeing that they change your way of thinking. they force you to see things differently. like "hey why don't you try this" or "what are you so afraid of" making you relax and feel more sure and confident. + for some of you I'm getting that later you might find out that this person might've actually been someone who your friends or family tried to set you up on a blind date with prior but you always refused. silly uu <3

Additional little notes: riches, tired, 3, help, a year from now, intuition

pile iv. perfect pink stack of cash being presented

[9oC, 2oW, Knight of Pentacles, R.B, P, T.I.S.I]

my passion pile omg what!!! pile 4 i thought we were starting out cute and loving as we shuffled out the tarot cards then the oracle cards came out and my mouth dropped. one of you is so impatient!! like i can feel it from over here ngl. please be patient, this is coming to you, faster than you think. you see, your first meeting is so intense. like passionate. you might even raise your voice at them the first time you meet. omg okay so this might sound very weird BUT hear me out. this is someone from your past 😭 bUT i know no one likes hearing that but liSTEN. this is someone from the PAST past. as in you knew each other from childhood and maybe never saw them again as you grew up. ever wonder what happens to that one person you went to elementary school with and you just never saw them again. yeah, this is what this is looking like. the last time you saw them might've been since childhood and i know this is a first meeting reading but shush! childhood doesn't count. at least in this case it doesn't cause meeting them again is recognizing them. seeing them and feeling a flicker of the past. feeling like "hey I know you". seeing them is realizing that they've really grown into themselves and that they turned out to be amazing (attractive) people. like all their good qualities that they had when children seemed to have gotten better with time. this is a long gap of not seeing other again by the way. for ex. say the last time you saw them you had just turned 9/10, the next time you saw them you'd be 25 or just significantly older. they'd moved away and come back looking very different but with core characteristics being the same. I do think that at the time of your meeting you'd be getting out of a relationship. a bad one. you never felt yourself, you always felt like you were putting on a show. like you were lying, like it was all an act. and i do think you eventually end it. and when you do, this person pops us; and they have it all it seems. they're happy, successful, and confident. you both immediately want each other; it's intense. something filled with water AND fire. like I mentioned at first, you pile three might have heavy fire in your chart or on the flip side it could possibly be that coming out of that relationship has made you have to be mean and cruel at times. that's why I feel you're not nice to them at first. they're pure water, something pure deep and gracious. you on the other wand are trickier. as you see they don't get bothered by your comments or suggestions, I do feel that's going to make you pause like "huh"; it's going to intrigue you.

Additional little notes: run away, intensity, perform, mask, communication, no!

that was all for today; hope you all have an amazing day and that this pac reading resonated. blessings xx 💞💞

#pick a card #pick a pile #pick a pile reading #pac tarot #pac reading #intuitive readings #intuition #astro notes

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scaralvr · 1 year

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a friend scaramouche x gn!spouse!reader and baby kuzushi (modern au, fluff, mentions of scaramouche sibling au and secrecy of our confessions au)

"papa, papa," kuzushi was akin to a broken record, crawling all over the bed scaramouche shares with you. he tumbled on the mattress and got stuck upside down then flailed his legs around, trying to get back onto his tummy. scaramouche scoffed out a laugh and helped the baby.

kuzushi rubbed his face into the bed, "papa." scaramouche smiled, "you're going to behave for your very first friend, okay? she's been very eager to meet you, kuzu." he said, trying to catch kuzushi's attention. however, kuzushi continued to do somersaults while repeating 'papa.'

scaramouche tsked, "hey... you're going to get dizzy if you keep doing that." he lifted up his son mid-somersault. kuzushi giggled, trying to slide out of his arms. he succeeded in doing so, and would've hit the floor if not for scaramouche catching him in time.

"come now, let's go see what your (preferred parent name) and friend are up to." scaramouche sighed, making his way down the stairs with an energetic baby.

hu tao sighed, resting her face in her hand, "i wish the rest were able to be here today. they've been so busy with uni lately," you could barely focus on anything she was saying, your eyes trained on the child playing with kuzushi's toys.

'will kuzushi be mad if she plays with his toys? surely not, he's such a sweet boy, right? but there is that one time he pushed a girl at the park because she was on the swing set he wanted to be on-' countless thoughts circled your mind, anxious on the attempt to give kuzushi his very first friend.

the little girl with magneta eyes and purple hair tugged at hu tao's sleeve. qiqi held a toy train in her chubby hands, "this person... has a lot of toys." hu tao put a hand on her head, gently ruffling her hair, "haha, he sure does!"

you tittered, "thank you for bringing your little sister over, hu tao." hu tao crossed her legs, "it's nothing, really. if anything, qiqi should have her own friend, as well. she's a quiet girl and i'm worried about her starting school next year." she solemnly said with a hopeful smile.

qiqi didn't mind the conversation the two of you were having, but instead, was more interested in the toys. you laughed, "i'm positive qiqi will make a lot of friends. she seems like a very nice girl."

scaramouche peered into the living room. you caught a glance of him and quickly rushed over. qiqi perked up, looking to find out what the commotion was all about.

kuzushi gnawed on scaramouche's shirt. "are you ready to meet your friend, kuzu?" you cooed as scaramouche lent you the baby. scaramouche deadpanned, "i just hope he doesn't resort to violence." you hummed, "oh, don't be like that, kuni... he'll be just fine." but the wavering in your voice said it all.

hu tao leaned forward with a grin as you entered with kuzushi in your arms. qiqi's eyes widened, "...a baby." scaramouche narrowed his gaze at hu tao, who smirked. "still the same rivals as ever, i see," you thought to yourself with a smile.

you carefully set kuzushi down in the play-pen with qiqi and she slowly scooched away, giving him a wary glance. kuzushi looked up at her before crawling closer to close the distance. qiqi let in a short intake of breath as kuzushi curiously placed his hands in her hair.

"please don't pull her hair, please don't pull her hair, please don't-" you hid behind your husband who sputtered out a chuckle. qiqi's tense shoulders relaxed and kuzushi giggled. he seemed to be interested in the color purple, after all.

kuzushi made his way to his toys, grabbing his favourite stuffed giraffe that he inherited from his father. he lent it to qiqi with a big smile. qiqi thanked him with a tilt of her head, "thank you. what's your name?" she queried.

kuzushi put out his arms and happily babbled, "koo-joo-chee!" qiqi let out a few giggles. "my name is qiqi. do you want to play with me?" she ushered him to a certain spot in the play-pen and kuzushi followed her like a little pet.

you exhaled in relief, only now realizing how tight you were gripping scaramouche's arm. hu tao's shoulders shook with her giggles, "well, would you look at that. they seem to get along just fine." you cheerfully sighed, "don't they?"

scaramouche scoffed, putting aside his phone, "and i thought i was able to get some good footage of kuzushi getting rabid." hu tao gave him a deathly glare and he innocently smiled, "all jokes."

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snowdropluck204 · 1 year

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How Your Relationship Started - BNHA

How Your Relationship Started

PART 1

Katsuki Bakugou:

I feel like Katsuki would be the one to WANT to confess to you first, because he likes being the first to do things and wants to show he's brave and tough and stuff... But I think he'd be too worried about doing it perfectly, that he would dance around the matter and never get to it.

~ "UGH!" Katsuki grunted as he hit his head against his desk. Why couldn't he get this right!? ~ He'd never really had a crush before, he'd had people like him, obviously, but none of them had ever made an impact like you had... ~ But he didn't know how to tell you. ~ He first noticed you in the Quirk Assessment Test, you had a powerful quirk but didn't rely on it like most of the other extras in the class did, you were smart and strong and it showed. ~ After that he just wanted to get to know you, granted he did it in a very Bakugou way... ~ He started out by just insulting you less than the other people he hung out with, moving towards joint study sessions and then sparring. ~ At first he was so confused as to what he was feeling, he tended to dislike everyone around him, but you were just so... likeable! ~ As he sat grumbling to himself about how he would never get around to asking you out, something slid under his door. ~ A piece of paper and a pen. ~ Opening the paper, it read:

Bakugou! You were taking WAY too long to ask, so I'm going to instead, Will you go out with me this weekend? Yes [ ] No [ ] (y/n)

~ Katsuki was shocked, but he naturally checked yes with a big smirk on his face, trust his (y/n) to be braver than him... ~ Sliding the paper back under the door, he chuckled as he heard a slight squeal from you and what he thinks was Raccoon Eyes and Dunce face. ~ This weekend was going to be fun.

Izuku Midoriya:

I feel like you and Midoriya would be besties before anything happened, like you'd know each other for YEARS and he'd liked you for the majority of it (I mean who wouldn't!) but he could never pluck up the courage to ask you out...

~ "Midoriya, are you quite alright?" Izuku looked up from his lunch to see Iida, looking at him in concern, as well as Ochako. ~ "I'm fine, why do you ask?" ~ "Because this is the seventh time you've sighed since lunch started, and you haven't touched your food..." Ochako told him, obviously the two were worried about him. ~ Todoroki was also sat there, staring at the broccoli boy. ~ "He's just upset because (y/n) is off sick today." The stoic boy told them, in his usual monotone. ~ At the sound of his crush's name, Izuku jolted, his face turned bright red and his head shot about, trying to make sure you hadn't heard what was said, even though he knew you were sick in bed. ~ "Not so loud!" He whisper-shouted. ~ Ochako and Iida both laughed at the boy's love-struck face, "You should just tell them Deku! You guys have known each other for forever! It's not like they'll get upset!" Ochako tried telling him. ~ But all he could think about was the idea of telling you and have you never talk to him again, or worse, laugh... ~ 'Realistically, I know they'd never do that, they're way too nice and they've never laughed at me about anything... But what if this is too ridiculous, what if they laugh me out the room, ugh, that would be so humiliating! Then they'll wind up marrying someone else and having kids and they'll hate me too and-' ~ "Midoriya." Todoroki said, breaking the rambling streak that Izuku was once again making. ~ "You were worried about nothing, I just text (y/n), they said that once they feel better they would love to go on a date with you." ~ It was silent for about two minutes, before Izuku broke it with a scream. ~ I mean, its not like he could have been too upset with Todoroki, he didn't know it was something that could have upset anyone and honestly, he was too thrilled at the idea of going on a date with you!

Shoto Todoroki:

I love the idea of Shoto just acting all couple-y with you and thinking that then, you guys are together. That's what happens right!? So when his friends ask what the deal is between you two, he responds in confusion that you're obviously a couple!

~ 1-A noticed something rather strange about one of their resident robots (can you guess who the other is?), he had been so close to you these last few weeks. ~ Strictly speaking, he'd always been close to you, you were the one other person he could stand from the beginning of the year, you two would sit quietly outside and eat your bentos, you even started bringing extra snacks for him, saying it was to make sure he had enough energy to make it through the afternoon. ~ You were just so sweet and considerate and he couldn't get enough of that feeling! So he started talking to you, just a simple 'Hi' in the mornings at first and a 'Goodbye', when you left for home. But soon you were having full conversations, about school, about your quirks, about family (guess who wasn't included in that conversation... screw you Endeavour.) ~ But eventually, the feeling of having you close didn't feel close enough for Todoroki, he was confused by his feelings, so naturally, he researched his affliction. ~ From what he read, he was experiencing 'a crush'... Now he didn't really know what to do about it, so again he researched. Apparently, crushes turned to relationships and that's where he found what he was wanting. ~ Holding hands, kissing, cuddling, those were all things he wanted to do with you. He hadn't really gotten to the part of the Wiki page where it said you have to ask in order to do this, so you were very shocked when he gently took your hand in his and entwined your fingers. ~ Not that you minded obviously, you just gave him a smile and gave his hand a squeeze before continuing your walk to class. ~ It had been a few weeks since then, and the two of you had graduated to cuddling, sitting on his lap while you read or studied or watched TV, going out on weekends. ~ His friends couldn't take it anymore! They had to know what was going on! So, they cornered the two of you, while you were sat eating lunch, your legs touching, as if neither of you could bear not having contact with the other. ~ "Are you two together!?" Ochako asked with a blush on her cheeks. ~ You looked at Shoto, amusement painted on your face as you gestured for him to answer. ~ "They are my significant other." He responded with a straight face, if not a hint of a smile. ~ You giggled, hoping to have heard that response but obviously amused by your now boyfriend's lack of knowledge on the subject. ~ A few days later you heard a knock on your dorm room door, revealing Shoto with a blush covering his face. ~ "I've been informed that I should have asked consent when I initiated a relationship with you, I'm sorry!" He almost shouted, bowing respectfully. ~ You merely laughed, planted a kiss on his cheek and pulled him inside your room for some comfort cuddles!

Eijiro Kirishima:

Eijiro would go all out for the person he had a crush on! He would go out of his way to make the day as manly and memorable for you as possible, acting more like he was proposing marriage than asking you out on a date! I also feel like it would fail spectacularly!

~ Eijiro breathed in deeply, almost forgetting to breathe out. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous about this, he'd planned the day out perfectly. ~ Mina and Jirou would bring you out of the dorms where he would be stood there waiting with a bouquet of (favourite/flowers), a box of your favourite sweets and a giant stuffed shark. He did have some other presents off to the side in case you didn't want these, but he was pretty confident you would. ~ He also had Koda hiding behind a tree with a flock of doves and some butterflies, ready to let them off when you said yes. ~ Was he taking this too far? Yes. But it was you! Everything needed to be perfect! ~ So there he was, stood waiting for you at the steps of the dorms, nervously pulling at the tie around his neck. Now he was starting to panic, 'What if you didn't like it? What if you didn't like him? What if-' ~ There you were! No time to panic, he cleared his throat and took a quick peek at his notes, a dazzling smile on his lips. ~ You came out the doors, seeing Eijiro looking dapper in his suit and tie, but you giggled at the butterfly that had made itself at home in his hair. Eiji seemingly hadn't noticed... ~ Eijiro reached his hand out to you, guiding you down the steps as a second butterfly landed on his shoulder, you could see Koda desperately trying to call them back quietly. ~ "(y/n), I really like you, you're strong, smart, gorgeous, super manly! And I really want to take you out sometime, to dinner or a movie, or something else if you'd prefer! But- I'm just really hoping that you'll say yes..." ~ He hadn't noticed that he was now covered with a kaleidoscope of butterflies and that you were stood there, a hand covering your mouth trying not to either laugh or coo at the boy. ~ Before he got the wrong idea and lost his smile, you quickly explained. ~ "Eiji, I'd love to go out with you, I'm sorry for laughing, it's just, you're covered in butterflies!" You managed to get those words out, Kirishima's grin widening drastically, before you fell to the floor laughing. ~ Eijiro then looked around, noticed the butterflies and shook almost all of them off. ~ He turned angrily to his friend behind the tree. "Koda!" ~ This was not the memorable moment he had in mind!

Denki Kaminari:

I feel like Denki would definitely be the first to confess in a relationship, but I also think you would be very apprehensive about saying yes or even answering at all because of his flirty track record. But I also think Denki would have a complete personality switch when you do eventually answer him.

~ Denki had liked you since he saw you, but it was different from how he saw the other people he had already flirted with in class. ~ You were in the Support Course, you had no intention on being a hero, instead you wanted to be a healer and your quirk was perfect for that. That was actually how you two had met. ~ It was the day of the USJ attack, there were ambulances and people with healing quirks waiting outside to help the students and teachers who were involved, you were one of those people. ~ The next time he saw you was at the Sports Festival, you weren't partaking, once again, you preferred to make sure other people were okay. ~ Whilst he waited to go in to his first battle against Shiozaki, you came to check his health before hand, just to make sure he didn't maintain too much damage in the first two rounds. ~ After looking him over and checking him out with your quirk, you were ready to leave with a small smile when he stopped you. ~ He introduced himself, finding out your name and a bit about you, he managed to get a few pick up lines in there which had less than stellar reactions from you. ~ But honestly, he was kind of bummed by your lack of reaction. He was used to getting rejected and taking the loss, but he couldn't do that with you. ~ So every time he saw you from there on, he would flirt and compliment, all of them completely honest, but still, no dice. ~ He didn't want to harass you, so as much as he wanted to ask you out every single day, he didn't! But he had asked you out maybe a dozen times. ~ Originally you would answer with a sigh, leaving. More recently though, he noticed that you giggled and left, your face slightly red. ~ He was hoping he was getting closer to you maybe saying yes! ~ He was thinking of going to see you when he saw some of the other students from your class, they were talking about you and he may have happened to overhear. ~ "I hear that (y/n)'s caught the eye of someone from 1-A! How exciting is that!?" One of your friends said. ~ "Yeah but apparently this guy is a massive flirt, I doubt he's serious about them." Someone else responded. ~ When Denki heard that he was determined to prove to you and your friends that he cared about you and that he could be a great boyfriend! ~ So this led to him standing outside your dorm, he didn't want to go inside but he had your phone number, so he text you, asking you to come outside. ~ When you came out, he held out the flowers he'd bought you, asking you in all seriousness. ~ "I am completely serious about you, I would like nothing more than to prove that I can make you happy. Would you do me the honour of letting me take you out on a date?" He asked, not noticing your friends cooing in the background. ~ You smiled at him, your face red as you mumbled a yes. ~ Denki smiled a huge grin, handing you the flowers. He received a kiss on the cheek in response, causing him to promptly short-circuit.

Hitoshi Shinsou:

I think Hitoshi would be too nervous to ask you out in person, he'd probably send gifts and a letter or a text, but you weren't sure if he was being serious or not, so he would wind up having to ask you out up front and in person.

~ Hitoshi had known you since middle school, you were the one person who wasn't afraid to talk to him thanks to his quirk. ~ So it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to spend hours into the night texting each other. ~ Originally when he would work up the courage to mention he liked you, he would follow it up with a 'lol', or a 'jk'. Leaving you to feel disappointed, but not give up hope. ~ He would send cute animal gifs covered in hearts, or funny cat videos, but he couldn't steel his nerve again to try and confess. ~ So he was sat studying with Midoriya in the library, secretly texting you, smiling at the picture you sent, you were in one of the hoodies you'd stolen from him, you had sweater paws and were all sleepy looking! ~ "You talking to (y/n)?" Midoriya asked, a sly smile on his face. ~ "What?" He asked startled, covering his phone. ~ "You like them, just tell them, I'm sure everything will turn out great!" Ah Midoriya, ever the optimist. ~ After trying and retrying and retrying again to ask you out over the phone, he realised that he would have to do it properly to avoid backing out. ~ For maybe the sixth time this week, he steeled his nerve, knocking on your dorm door, waiting for you to answer. ~ You did answer, still wearing one of his hoodies, you seemed so happy to see him, he couldn't help the flush that filled his cheeks. ~ "Uh, (n/n)... I was wondering... If maybe..." ~ Dammit, just rip off the band aid! ~ "Wouldyoumaybewanttogooutwithme?" ~ You looked at him confused, obviously not hearing, considering he barely understood what he'd said. ~ "Sorry Toshi, I didn't quite catch that." You told him, the nickname was one he'd heard a million times but this time it was different! ~ Taking another deep breath, he looked into your eyes, very, very nervous. ~ "Would you maybe want to hang out this weekend?" He asked. ~ You had started to agree wholeheartedly, talking about a movie you wanted to see but Hitoshi could see that you took it the wrong way. ~ "No, (n/n), not like that, like a date?" He confirmed, not looking at you. ~ You looked shocked but smiled hugely, "Really?" You asked, happily. ~ He nodded, scratching the back of his head as his cheeks got redder. ~ You nodded, wrapping your arms around him, trying to make him calm down but it was only making his heart beat faster. ~ He couldn't wait for this weekend!

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molsno · 8 months

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hello ^-^

soo i saw one of your posts about transmisogyny which i thought was really well written and articulated, so i wanted to get your opinion on something.

i’ve seen some tme trans(masc) people on here say that treating trans men like “gender traitors” or “siding with The Enemy” is bioessentialist and terf rhetoric, however i see this brought up almost exclusively in response to conversations about tme and/or male privilege. to me it seems like they feel invalidated or vilified by trans women and discussions about transmisogyny, and so they reposition the issue as one which targets and oppresses them so that they can avoid having to confront any privilege they may possess. i also think the way they phrase it purposely obfuscates what they’re really getting at, which is that men are oppressed for being masculine and held up as the ultimate evil (patently untrue). but i don’t really know as much about it as you might and it’s also not my place to decide what is or isn’t transmisogyny as a tme, so i wanted to hear your thoughts.

no pressure to respond and i hope you have a nice day <3

thanks for the well wishes. I'm trying to hold it together today and I figure I may as well answer this to distract myself

anyway yeah, those are some pretty astute observations. to be honest, I have to agree that the "gender traitor" narrative is bioessentialist, which is why it very much is terf rhetoric. in order for trans men to be "gender traitors" or "siding with the enemy", you would have to suppose that they are fundamentally women, and that they chose to be trans in order to escape from misogyny and gain access to male privilege. the basis of this hypothetical relies on the premise that they are female due to some permanent unchangeable characteristic, which is exactly what bioessentialism posits. plus, this narrative relies on the willful depiction of transness as nothing more than a lifestyle choice, which is blatantly transphobic due to the fact that for many trans people, transness manifests independently of any external factors.

(you will find a lot of debate about what makes people trans, and there is a lot of disagreement even among trans people, but I'm not going to get into that right now. just assume that my point is that there is no universal narrative that explains why people are trans and it varies from person to person.)

that being said, I feel it's also important to point out that there's no shortage of transmascs who are terfs or were former terfs. the reason for this is pretty obvious when you think about it for a few seconds: terfs regularly talk about how womanhood is an innately traumatic and miserable experience, and closeted transmascs for whom womanhood IS a traumatic and miserable experience sometimes gravitate toward that community because it makes them feel understood. terfs very much operate like a cult in this way, and you could easily assert that transmascs who become terfs are victims of cult brainwashing. however, my sympathy for them ends the moment I remember that they willingly joined a hate group whose purpose is the extermination of people like me.

and make no mistake! many of these men are still just as transmisogynistic as they were before! even the ones who leave the terf community (which is not all of them) only do so because they often find that they're no longer welcome when they choose to transition, not out of any desire to atone for the violence they've perpetrated against trans women.

so, what are these trans men to do after they've been exiled from the community that validated their existence and gave them a political drive? how can they reconcile the fact that their decision to choose masculinity and manhood has resulted in them feeling ostracized, ridiculed, and isolated? it's simple really: redefine their politics around the premise that men are actually hated in society. this is an easy conclusion for them to come to when they've been living inside an echo chamber where everyone they know DOES hate men.

the problem with that, though, is that in the eyes of a radical feminist, a "man" is a biological category of person, and any critiques you can make about men's behavior can be attributed to a biological cause. terfs don't ACTUALLY hate men, they hate "biological males" - trans women.

and that's very true of these transmasculine "former" terfs as well. they still hold the same bioessentialist views, so they feel vilified whenever they come into contact with the "biological males" they've come to despise so much. most of them don't actually understand any other types of feminism besides radical feminism, so when they encounter trans women reminding them that they have male privilege, they fall back on their bioessentialist beliefs. they're not an evil "biological male", after all, they're a "biological female" who's "ontologically incapable of violence", and a feminist is criticizing them for "siding with the enemy" by "choosing masculinity".

you need to understand that when they do this, it is largely a form of deflection. they resent the radical feminists who discarded them for being trans, and are attempting to distance themselves from the people who hurt them. that's why they're so vehemently anti-feminist. and because they haven't unpacked any of their bioessentialist beliefs, they're able to paint trans women, who deep down they still view as privileged and dangerous biological males, as aggressive and oppressive radical feminists. ultimately, despite whatever conception they have of themselves, they're expressing a form of male entitlement by shutting the conversation down and making everything that terfs do about them, ignoring the fact that the vast, VAST majority of the violence they enact is targeted specifically at trans women. and why wouldn't they? they don't actually care about trans women. they still hate us just as much as they always have, even if they now pay us lip service and (sometimes) use the right pronouns for us.

let me make myself clear: not all transmascs do this. not even a majority! all in all, this kind of story represents a pretty small minority of trans men, but they're very vocal and very visible in the trans community. that's not to say that most transmascs don't hold transmisogynistic views (it's basically impossible to have absolutely none if you're tme), but few of them are this hateful. this story is just one that I've seen played out many times - mostly involuntarily - because I've gotten a lot of these types of guys arguing with me on here and painting me as a radfem for talking about basic feminist tenets such as "men are an oppressor class".

also, as a disclaimer since I don't have time to get into everything: terfs are not a monolith and some terfs welcome trans men into their ranks (though these are an even smaller number of them), this was just one scenario that I hope painted a clear picture of the cause behind this phenomenon you've observed.

I hope this was helpful. if you need more examples, keep an eye on the notes of this post; they'll come crawling in here to argue with me in no time.

#ask #Anonymous #transmisogyny #my writing

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 5 months

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Francis Drake Main Story

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

A pleasant day with a clear blue sky一

Mitsuki: "Drake, since the weather is nice, I'm thinking of washing the bed sheets. Can I come in?"

No response came from inside, even after calling out from outside the door.

(Huh? Is Drake not here? This has happened before, hasn't it?)

I opened the door, and just like before, the room was empty.

(He's not as unpredictable as Dazai, but he tends to disappear like this sometimes.)

At that moment, I could hear a flapping sound outside the open window.

Draco then flew in from the garden and perched on the chair.

Mitsuki: "Hey, Draco. Do you know where Drake went?"

Draco: "........"

Draco, who usually responds with something when spoken to, blinked his eyes without saying anything today.

And then he flew back to the garden through the window.

Sebastian: "Drake? I haven't seen him today either."

I told Sebastian about Drake's absence, and he tilted his head.

Sebastian: "He has disappeared without a trace before, right? I believe it was about half a month ago."

Theo: "So, is it the same this time?"

Theo, drinking coffee at the table, joined the conversation.

Theo: "We're not doing roll call or anything, so there's no need to worry too much."

Mitsuki: "That's true, but..."

Arthur: "Could it be that he went to meet a girl?"

Arthur, who came to the dining hall, grinned and sat in front of Theo.

Mitsuki: "Arthur, do you know where Drake might have gone?"

Arthur: "It's not like I know for sure. I just thought it was a bit suspicious last time."

Arthur: "I mean, if he's going to spend time doing something, wouldn't it be with a girl rather than drinking?"

I suddenly recalled something Drake mentioned.

------------Flashback-----------

Isaac: "Drake, you were resurrected without a contract, right? Wasn't there something you wanted to do in your previous life?"

Drake: "Hmm, if I had to think of something, it would be things like wanting to drink more alcohol, eat delicious food, or meet the woman of my destiny."

Isaac: "The woman of your destiny?"

Drake: "The most amazing woman."

---------Flashback Ends--------

(He joked about it, but he did say something like that.)

(Why do I suddenly feel uneasy?)

Whether Drake had someone like that or not, it wasn't something I should have pried into. However, as soon as I started thinking about it, my chest tightened.

Sebastian: "Mitsuki, why did you suddenly go silent? Is something wrong?"

Mitsuki: "No, it's nothing. I'll go wash the sheets now!"

Trying to mask the atmosphere and my own inner turmoil, I quickly left the dining room.

Watching Mitsuki leave, the remaining three exchanged hushed voices.

Arthur: "Is it just me, or does Mitsuki seem to be developing a subtle crush?"

Arthur: "They've been spending a lot of time together, too."

Theo: "I don't know what Drake's intentions are aside from being a bit of a troublemaker, but he's like seaweed. Hard to get a grip on."

Sebastian: "Let's not tease too much; it might affect her work. Let's just quietly watch over Mitsuki's feelings."

The men smiled, looking like Mitsuki's older brothers.

Afterward, I stopped by the Seine River while shopping, but Drake wasn't there.

When I asked the other boatmen, they said he hadn't come today, so I headed towards the main street.

Mitsuki: "Vlad. Hello."

Vlad: "Hi, Mitsuki. Are you out shopping?"

I saw Vlad handing bouquets to customers.

Mitsuki: "It smells so nice. There are so many beautiful flowers blooming today."

Vlad: "Thank you. I'm happiest when I see you enjoying them."

With his silver hair swaying, Vlad had a smile that captivated everyone.

(Right. If Drake is anywhere on the main street, he might have seen him.)

Mitsuki: "Vlad, did you happen to see Drake? He hasn't been at the mansion all day."

Vlad: "Drake? I haven't seen him."

Vlad: "If someone from the mansion had passed nearby, I would have sensed it, but I didn't feel anything."

Mitsuki: "I see. Thanks, and sorry for interrupting your work."

Vlad: "No problem. Looks like you've become quite close with him."

Mitsuki: "Yeah. I wanted to help him since he didn't know anything when he first came here. But now, he is the one helping me."

I chuckled, and Vlad gently narrowed his eyes.

Vlad: "Oh boy. I was planning to take you away to our old castle, but now you have another precious person in that mansion."

(Precious…?)

Mitsuki: "That's true. Drake is also a precious member of the mansion, just like everyone else."

Even as I said that phrase, it left me feeling unsatisfied.

(I'm acting weird.)

(Why do I react this way when it comes to Drake?)

At that moment, I struggled to calm my racing heart over something so trivial.

Watching Mitsuki walk away, Vlad muttered to himself.

Vlad: "Francis Drake. Drake, huh?"

Vlad: "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere."

The name resonated with Vlad.

While it was a common surname in Europe, he felt a more intimate familiarity with it, somewhere far back in the past that even Vlad himself had forgotten.

(It's already this late.)

I looked up and saw the moon rising in the almost night-colored sky.

(I wonder if Drake will come back tonight.)

(Well, he's free to be wherever and do whatever he wants. It's none of my business.)

(Even though it has nothing to do with me, why do I feel concerned?)

(Is it because he might set out alone somewhere in the night?)

I thought about how he might go far away, like a boat advancing on the river.

While thinking about such things, I caught sight of a familiar cloak at the edge of my vision.

(Is that Drake over there?)

Excited, I took a few steps to call out to him.

But as soon as I saw his face, I involuntarily swallowed my words.

(His expression is different from usual.)

Those eyes harbor a sharper and more beast-like aura than I had ever seen.

(I've seen him give me a cold stare in the past, but now it feels like it's even more tense.)

(It's kind of scary.)

I didn't want to think that way, but it was the first thought that came to mind.

He continued down a less crowded path, opposite the way back to the mansion, without noticing me.

(It's not good to secretly follow him, but I'm worried about his unusual behavior.)

Listing excuses in my mind, I followed Drake.

After entering a dimly lit alley, I heard a deep male voice coming from the direction he went.

Man 1: "Hey, buddy, did you just bump into me?"

Drake: "Ha?"

When I peeked around the corner, Drake was surrounded by several strong-looking men.

They were complaining to him, saying he had bumped into them as they passed each other.

(They're just picking a fight for no reason.)

Despite his strength, their number made me uneasy.

(What should I do? I need to call for help.)

Man 1: "Hey, where's your apology? Say something, bro."

Man 2: "Or did you get scared? Hahaha!"

Drake: ".........."

(Drake...?)

Contrary to the aggressive men surrounding him, Drake remained expressionless.

(He would usually have a confident grin in a situation like this.)

(But now he's strangely quiet, and somehow...)

A shiver ran down my spine.

Drake: "Hey, it's a full moon tonight."

Drake: "So, don't provoke me too much. I might let you go this time."

Man 1: "Ha? Who the fuck do you think you are!?"

(Drake!)

The provoked man raised his fist and punched him on the cheek.

I froze in fear, unable to utter a word.

Stumbling a few steps, Drake licked the blood trickling from the corner of his lips and flashed a menacing smile.

Drake: "I told you not to provoke me."

Man 1: "What the—ugghh!"

In the next moment, he head-butted the man in front of him, and as the opponent recoiled, Drake delivered a punch to his torso.

Man 2: "You arrogant bastard!"

As the leader groaned and fell backward, the other men rushed at him.

Despite being restrained from behind, Drake kicked one of the attackers, then grabbed the arm of the man behind him, throwing him to the ground.

One by one, he overpowered the men attacking him.

Man 2: "Demon...!"

Someone exclaimed at Drake's overwhelming strength.

(He's so strong, but...)

Drake: “Haa...haa...”

He stepped on the fallen man’s head next to him, exhaling a beastly breath.

Then he looked down at the screaming man and drew his knife from his waist.

(That’s enough!)

The other men hurriedly fled, and the fallen man, his face drained of color, looked up at him.

Man 1: “Sorry! Please, stop!”

Drake: “.........”

He glanced at the knife in his hand and tightly gripped his own wrist with his other hand.

Slowly, he sheathed the knife.

Drake: “Guh...ah...”

Suddenly, he clutched his throat in pain and staggered away.

I stood there, dumbfounded.

(He's not acting himself.)

(He's like a beast that has lost its reason.)

I didn’t know what happened to him.

Alarm bells rang in my head, and my hands had been shaking since earlier.

(Drake is dangerous right now, but...)

(I can’t just leave him in that state.)

Motivated by that thought alone, I urged my trembling legs forward and followed him into the alley.

Navigating through the narrow pathways, I eventually arrived at the place where he had gone.

(I think he went in here.)

The place he entered was a building located in a secluded area.

Although I hesitated to enter without permission, my concern overcame my hesitation, and I stepped inside.

(Whoa…)

The first thing that caught my eye was the twinkling stars overhead.

The room, complete with furniture and bookshelves, was like a planetarium with its round dome.

(What is this place? And why is he here?)

Drake: “Ugh... haa...”

I heard his painful sigh and quickly shifted my gaze to where he was leaning against the window.

Mitsuki: “Drake, are you okay!?”

Drake: “Mitsuki!?”

Drake: “Why are you here?”

Mitsuki: “I saw you in town and noticed something was off, so I followed you.”

Mitsuki: “Are you in pain? Hold on to me. I’ll support you.”

Drake: “Don’t come any closer!!”

He forcefully rejected me, and his body jerked.

Drake: “Of all days, why now?”

Drake: “Get out of my face, Mitsuki.”

(.........)

The words he said pierced my chest like a knife, but...

Mitsuki: "I can't just leave you like this!"

Drake: "You always..."

Drake: "Damn it, I can't stand it anymore."

Drake: "This is all your fault, so don't run away."

(Huh?)

My mind went blank.

I couldn't comprehend what was happening as a sharp pain ran through my neck.

But in the next moment...

(What is this...?)

An irresistible sense of pleasure spread from the place where he buried his face.

It infiltrated my entire body, spreading through my skin and penetrating deep inside.

Drake: "The taste of your blood is driving me crazy."

Drake: "I want more. I can't stop."

Feeling his animalistic breath, akin to devouring small prey, I finally realized:

(I'm...)

I'm being bitten by Drake.

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#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp drake #francis drake #ikevamp jp #cybird #ikevamp translations #ikevamp francis

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ishkabibblethings · 1 month

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March 23rd

A fluffy Suits ficlet | Marvey (established) | Rated G "I had your secretary clear your afternoon. It's time we hit up that spa again, especially after the last few weeks." Harvey declares distractedly as he flips through their mail. Mike is still working on his breakfast at the kitchen counter and only mumbles an agreement. A real vacation is out of the question while they're so occupied at the firm, but an afternoon off together still sounds beautiful.

"I'll make us something nice tonight," Mike offers.

"Let's go all in, I'll find us a table somewhere good," Harvey replies and Mike can't find a reason to disagree. Mike secretly suspects that their time at the spa is more for Harvey than he'll admit but he's got no complaints.

"That sounds wonderful. It's been, what, like a year since we had a day like this? Good idea, dude." Mike moves around to the sink to drop off his dishes and pecks Harvey on the cheek as he passes by. "I'll just be a few minutes and we can head out."

"Don't call me dude, puppy," Harvey responds with a grin and watches Mike disappear into their bedroom.

Mike is in the bathroom wondering what it was that made Harvey plan another spa trip. Was his personal grooming slipping? They've been living together long enough but he's heard no complaints. He thinks back to their last trip, and the one before that, just when they'd started dating. It's a rare indulgence, and now that Mike thinks about it, it's always happened in the early spring.

Wait, now that he really considers it, picturing his work calendars, it has happened on this date each time. March 23rd. A knot starts to form in Mike's stomach. Fuck. Some sort of anniversary, it has to be something important for Harvey to move work around for it. Mike searches his brain, picturing every calendar he and Harvey kept, trying to remember similarities and differences, the reasoning behind the repeated treat day.

He must have taken longer than he realizes because Harvey comes to check and see if Mike's ready to go.

"You okay?"

"Uh yeah I'm good," Mike responds and checks the mirror again. He slips on his shoes and grabs his messenger bag.

In the car, Mike checks Harvey over for signs of emotions tucked away - disappointment, grief, frustration - notices nothing alarming and finds himself relaxing just a bit. Nothing he's done wrong, at least. Time to test his hypothesis.

"You know what, Harvey I forgot I've got a thing with Katrina this afternoon. Let's move the spa appointment to the weekend?"

"What thing with Katrina? Your secretary said she could move everything."

"I don't know if it ever made it in the books, she needs help with an in house thing for Louis." Mike bluffs.

"Well I'll encourage her to let you reschedule. It was hard to get these appointments today and you deserve a break." Harvey reaches for Mike's hand between them and laces their fingers together.

"Harvey, what's special about today?" Mike tries to keep his tone neutral.

"Aside from my stunning good looks and charm?" Harvey hams, and Mike actually scoffs.

"That's the same every day and you know it. Really Harvey, what's today?"

"I just want to give you a treat today, can't I do that as your loving boyfriend?"

Harvey's gone playful, so Mike knows he hasn't messed anything up. Harvey is also still avoiding the question so Mike knows he's on the right path.

"Of course you can. And I accept. But when my loving boyfriend happens to want to take me to a spa and dinner yearly on the same day without context, one is driven to wonder."

Harvey chuckles, knowing he's been caught.

"You really thought I wouldn't notice. Me, of all people? Twice is a coincidence, three is a pattern."

"Oh really, smart ass? Think back further." Harvey challenges.

"We weren't dating bef-"

"No we weren't together before that. Think back anyway."

Mike's eye focus on nothing in particular, and Harvey trusts he'll find it.

"The ties. You gifted me ties." Mike's head tilts a little in confusion and it's all Harvey can do to hold back a laugh.

"And lunch too," Harvey offers, feeling generous.

"I don't get it. Harvey, tell me. What's today? Why today?"

"So it started as a stupid joke, but you never caught on so I just kept going with it to see if you ever would." Harvey shrugs like he's almost embarrassed it's become a thing. Mike just watches him expectantly.

Harvey leans until his breath and lips are just close enough to make Mike's ear and neck tingle. Harvey's voice is private and Mike can hear his fond smile. "Happy National Puppy Day, Mike."

#marvey #suits usa #harvey specter #mike ross #ficlet #is this fluffy enough?#puppy mike ross #but not too heavy #insert bone/treat puns here #harvey takes mike to the groomer

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thelikesoffinn · 2 years

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Billy Hargrove was not irredeemable.

This boy needed help. He needed someone to show him that life was not just pain and suffering, that there was more once you break through years of abuse.

And I'm not talking as a sappy fan here, but as a licensed social worker.

Without a doubt, this bitch would have been my favourite client. He already IS my favourite client.

Now, would it be hard to work with him?

Fuck yeah.

He would Rebel against anything I say, he would try to intimidate me and keep me far away, he would most definitely be rude as fuck and make fun of most things that leave my mouth. And he would flip his shit hard whenever I touch any subject he doesn't want to talk about.

On bad days, days where he was beaten and abused again, he would be an absolute menace. He would probably throw chairs and tables around, start fist fights with the other kids in my group and just be a proper pain in my arse.

So yes, Billy hargrove would be difficult. Especially in the beginning.

But that's what abused kids do.

They want you to stay the fuck away from them. Because all they know is pain. They've been hurt so much, that they can't believe it's not normal. That not every one is out to hurt them. Because people don't care for them. They don't care about them.

Social workers are "in it for the money" anyway. They don't give a shit, much less about them. Much less about kids like Billy.

Good things don't happen to them.

Good people don't just stumble into their lives.

Because nothing good ever does.

But you know what kids like Billy also do? What I've seen so many times at my job, working with troubled youths?

I've seen kids like Billy Hargrove beam at compliments. At genuine compliments, compliments that aren't used to get them to do something. They dead arse break a grin so wide it blinds you, despite not wanting to.

I've seen them get glassy eyes when you welcome them and tell them you're happy to see them around. Because they feel appreciated, like them being there is a good thing.

I've seen them slowly opening up, once they realise that I'm not going anywhere and that I, in fact, actually care about their well being.

I've seen them go all soft and huggy because they crave warmth and kindness. They crave what they never get at home.

I've seen kids have fun, fun that they've never been allowed to have at home. They are the older siblings, the only providers. They carry responsibilities the shouldn't have to carry at home. But with my colleagues and I, they don't. They can be themselves and have fun. Being silly, being young and being genuinely happy because they are allowed to be.

Just imagine Billy breaking an involuntary grin because you tell him how neat his camaro looks, all clean and shiny today.

Imagine him getting flustered when you tell him how nice it is to have him back with the group while you pass along some sweets or whatever.

Respect and responsibility? My arse. Everyone get the waterballoons, we'll have a fight. And we all know Billy would hold back at first, pretend it's stupid, before ambition hits and the kid tries to be the last dry one standing. he's laughing with the other kids, dripping wet by the end of it. And he enjoys it massively.

How he suddenly allows other people to pat his back, hug him or bump his hips. How he actually starts liking it, touch starved as the boy likely is.

Now imagine Billy Hargroves face once he realises that he doesn't have to scare people away because whatever his dad taught him was bullshit. That he really doesn't need to repeat any of the homophobic or racist slurs Neil threw around ever again because he doesn't believe them anyway.

So yes, Billy Hargrove was not irredeemable. He was not. He was a boy that needed work, definitely, but he was far FAR from being a lost cause.

Billy was just a poor eighteen year old boy that needed warmth and softness. That needed a chance to learn that people cared, truly cared, about him like no one in fucking Hawkins ever did. Not his father, not Susan, not Max.

Billy needed one person who understood him, cared for him and taught him that life was more than pain and suffering.

And its fucking bullshit that he never got to meet that person because killing him was easier.

No, he was not irredeemable and everyone who says he was just chooses the easy road. Because seeing and accepting layers is so much harder than saying he's a piece of shit, am I right?

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy stranger things #billy needs a hug #billy needs help #get my boy a social worker #fuck neil hargrove #billy x platonic!reader #billy hargrove appreciation #justice for billy hargrove #billy x reader #last one is just for the attention #a penny for my thoughts #billy hargrove cuddles #we love our boy

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felice-jaganshi · 1 month

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My Fallen Apple

Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 4

The next few weeks are an absolute delight! Visiting Lucifer has become your favorite part of every week. This week however, he's suddenly texting you to cancel your visit. Something about an extermination… you try to ask him more questions, confused by what he means, but he just says not to come today and that everything will be okay once it's over.

You spend the day a little mopey, and your friends question why you aren't gone with your secret boyfriend. You try to explain he canceled on this week's date.

Your bestie pulled you aside.

“Hey, when are you gonna introduce me to him anyways? It's not Adam, right? You're not secretly pity dating the bastard are you?” You practically gagged at the thought.

“Ugh, no way! Never! I… I don't know if I can introduce you yet. We're not that serious…”

“Not that serious? When you see eachother every week, and sometimes sleep over? Girl, no. Don't let someone play with you like that.” She frowned. “Now i really gotta meet this guy and read him the riot act! If he isn't committing to you, he doesn't deserve you!”

“He's married! Okay?!” You scream back, tears in your eyes. You wait for her to judge you… there's shock for a moment, a look of contemplation.

“okay… so are you their third, or is his partner a bitch? Because you're not normally a homewrecker.”

“I've never met their partner, they've been missing for seven years, and he's just so lonely and needs a friend. I didn't mean to fall in love!” You start to cry, and she wraps you in a hug.

“Hey, hey, okay. Everything will be fine. Who is it? You know you can tell me anything.” She smiled, and it was true, ever since you became friends in life, you two were besties.

So, you took out your phone and showed him a selfie you and Lucifer took in the duck pile on your last visit.

She gasped, “oh my god! He's so cute!! Girl, absolutely you gotta get that ring from him. Let me be your maid of honor, please!” You smile.

“That depends, how do you feel about traveling to hell?”

“To… H- what was his name again?” She looked at you with a worried dread.

You whisper his name. “Lucifer…”

“Oh. Oh fuck. How did you meet him?!” She looks amazed, and just a bit afraid.

“Remember when Adam tried to ask me out? He shoved me out of heaven when I turned him down, and I fell into hell and broke my wings.”

“Oh my fucking god! That dickbag! Nothing happened to you right?! Was your phone broken? I'd come right away if you called.” She hugged you tight again.

“No, nothing happened. Lucifer found me right away and healed my wings. He's really a nice guy, Zariah. He's so sweet…” she pulls out a handkerchief and dabs away your tears.

“I'll absolutely go to hell with you. Whenever you need me, I'll be there. You're my bestie forever. And if he really treats you so well, I'll support your relationship! You deserve a good one after all the shit you got in life. And hey, if you move there, I'll let ‘you-know-who’ know when she gets here. I'll give her your number and everything.” You hug her again tightly. The people you both left behind when you died wasn't a topic either of you liked to bring up.

After the heartfelt confession, you felt much better about your feelings for Lucifer. You could always count on Zariah's support for everything. However…

“Why did you think it was Adam that I was dating? Come on girl, I have more self worth these days than that!” You laugh, letting her know you're just playing around.

“Oh, because this is the day every year he and a bunch of other angels disappear mysteriously for some ‘heaven mission’. I'm gonna find out what it is one of these days. Guarantee you that! Oh, and my research on serial killers is going so so good .” She smiled cheerfully, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes with a smile. she was so weird, but it was part of what you loved about her.

________

It was about a week later that your visits to Lucifer returned to normal. You decided to wear something a bit “nicer”. His wife had been gone for 7 years, that sounds like a long enough separation for him to find someone new. And if she couldn't see the value in this man, you'd do it for her! And maybe you'd get to meet his daughter eventually? Your heart fluttered at the thought.

As you arrived in hell, he flew up to meet you like usual only to falter at the sight of your dress. “Wowza! That's a really nice dress becca! Did I promise to take you somewhere and forget?” He grinned, struggling to keep his eyes on your face.

“Oh, no. I just bought this recently and wanted to show it off to my bestie!” You smile and do a little twirl before circling him, “I'm glad you like it.” You wink, and he blushes.

“I… y-yeah, I do.” He became flustered and slowly began his descent to his palace. You followed after, seduction plan phase one was underway!

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #fallen angel #fallen apple

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elysiangrace · 4 months

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His Sina Lady✨️

This is a small hc between Levi and my oc ;( I'm sorry it's not y/n x Levi .... I'm just really proud of this moment between them 🫶

There's no warnings actually! It's hurt/comfort drabble <3 + established relationship (sorry if there's any typos + this is my first time writing something like that)

Notes : my oc is actually from Mitras/sina and I Hc that they have a total different dialect from the rest of ppl in the walls , so whenever she tries to talk her accent really stands out. She's a little bit insecure about it now since Levi despises Sina ppl....

It's been a long day in the Survey Corps HQ , it's one of these days were Grace felt like walking on eggshells , everyday is a struggle , but today felt like she could collapse at any given moment.

The Expeditions were delayed to a further due , so there was tons of paperwork to do instead, along with the harsh training, her muscles ached in pain , legs barley carrying her through the hallways , one document is left to deliver to the captain's office and she should be done for the night.

Visiting him wasn't bad, they would sit for a warm cup of tea , working in a comforting silence , they've been seeing eachother for a while now , unexpected but they are trying to figure things out, everything is surprisingly going smooth with no rush at all.

However Grace seemed hesitant on her way , not sure if she should take any step further , she didn't feel like seeing him at all tonight.

His words the other day stuck within her , ringing inside her head like church bells, she was very conscious about herself around him ... to some extent, his opinions about her felt important, she wanted to stand out good and never like a spoiled rotten Sina lady to the humanity strongest...

Grace was confident, always been , it's just hard to maintain that confidence when everyone is throwing her flaws at her face. Traits that she didn't ask to be born with , she would usually brush it off ,but it felt as if her colleagues kept picking up on her accent today as well.

Either joking about how weird she sounded speaking the regular dialect , or that she's just showing off her wealth to remind them of their place. No matter how much she tried to blend in , she's just a silly rich girl in their eyes regardless of the years they have spent working together.

Grace is all over the place , recalling what he said this morning, she wished she never overheard him bitching about Sina's folks to the commander, their way of having an upper class dialect to sound so different from others irritated him.

Although he never made any snarky comments about her way of talking, that still offended her..

Did he kept it all to himself the whole time?

Is this Levi's attempt to be nice to her ? He could've said something , he's not the kind to sugarcoat anyone anyway... why didn't he approach her about it in the first place?

This shouldn't be bothering her so much, she told herself, but it's too much to bear, especially since she's now standing outside his office.

She took a deep breath , assuring herself that it would be over soon and began gently knocking waiting for a response.

"Name and Business?"

" it's m- Grace Nikolai sir" she stated , maintaining her professional manner.

"Get in"

She enters his office quietly after he gave his permission, walking straight forward and placing the documents on his desk.

Levi didn't look up at her as he was fixated on whatever report in his hand, but took a quick glance at the new stack of papers that just arrived and scowled,

" Erwin wants me to sign all of these?"

"Hmm" she added with a nod , Levi muttered what appeared to be a curse under his breath , there's nothing he could do about it, they needed to be done and the captain didn't waste any time into it.

"Aren't you going to sit down?" he gestured at the sofa infront of him while still sticking his eyes into paperwork.

Grace shook her head , hiding her hands behind her back while he looked at her in confusion , "you will stay like that until I'm done with these??"

"Hmm" she hummed avoiding his eyes , fidgeting with the end of her sleeve , Levi raised one eyebrow, not getting exactly what's happening with her , she's giving him noises instead of actually talking directly to him , he huffed and shifted back in his seat crossing his arms, " it will take time"

She shrugged at his comment, remaining silent, which started to irk him even more ,

"Did your tongue got cut or what?"

Another shook from her head was all he got.

"Grace speak for fucks sake" his tone wasn't harsh yet demanding , this isn't like her at all..he thought , she seemed to zone out for a moment , Levi closed his eyes in frustration and let out a sigh , his gaze softens when he looks back at her ,

"Hey what's wrong?"

Her emotions got the best of her, she couldn't suppress the sharp pain in her throat , fighting back tears as she's trying to gasp for air , shame is swallowing her , she never felt this small infront of anyone and out of all people...it had to be him.

It didn't take her long to leave his office , running down the stairs as quickly as possible , she won't let him see her like that, she can't cry for a man even for him .

Her ankle twisted causing her to yelp , this was the cherry on top for everything, not to mention that she just embarrassed herself infront her captain, how absurd ...

She sat down hugging her knees to her chest, finally allowing her tears to fall down.

How stupid she was for doing that , she blamed herself, she just proved that she's indeed a silly rich sina lady, it never mattered to her...but now it hit her hard, it hurted so much...being reduced to nothing other than a pretty, good for nothing doll..

Maybe Levi is right? Maybe everyone saw what she couldn't, She was just too ignorant to look at it.

Slowly steps were making its way towards Grace , she was turning her back at him ,

He finally found her , hugging herself tightly as if she's trying to shield her body, he wonders what pushed her to be in this state, it broke him to see her like that , let alone the fact that she tried to hide how she felt away from him....

He quietly approached her, sitting down leaving some space between them , he crossed his arms looking down at his boots , " Did you get diarrhea? Leaving my office so dramatically like that ?"

Silent chuckles were barley heard from her and she lifted her head up to face him, eyes swollen , her grey eyelids almost becoming red , a deep frown crossed her face.

Grace stood up ,forgetting her unfortunate twisted ankle, another yelp escaped her mouth returning back down next to him,

" Did you hurt yourself?" Levi asked with a concerned tone reaching out to her ,

" yeah felt like it, should've broken my neck instead "

Levi clicked his tongue in annoyance firmly holding her hand, "don't say shit like that, let's get you to the infirmary "

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

His eyes widened at her reaction , he loosened his grip over her hand and before he could say anything, Grace was quick to shoot him another furious look ,

"Just... why do you want to help a spoiled sina bitch like me ??"

"What..?? The fuck you're talking about??"

Grace hid her face again in embarrassment, sobbing non stop while he's awkwardly standing , not really sure how to fix something he accidentally broke due to his lack of attention,

"Just go !! Leave!! So you don't have to tolerate my ridiculous way of talking!"

"Grace , I can't understand shit from what you are trying to say ,What's wrong with the way you talk ??"

Her face was a mess, her long eyelashes are all wet from the uncontrollable tears , Levi kneeled down to her , his thumb brushing over her cheeks.

She can't bring herself to look at him in the eye , she's pouting at his touch which made him withdraw to let her wipe her face ,

" does my background piss you off? The way I talk ...??"

"No...No ? Why would it bother me?"

something sparked into his mind , recalling this morning events , he remembered being so fed up after he met few higher ups from the MP along with Erwin, he didn't like how they spoke with them and it clearly pissed him off , they happened to have the same accent as Grace too...which he clearly forgot about ..

" Did.. you perhaps heard what...

... what i said in that meeting ?"

She nodded , biting her lower lip,

" unfortunately yeah "

she closed her eyes and sighed, "I know... you didn't really meant that..they got on your nerves".

Grace clinched her fist staring at the ground,

" it's just... hearing that coming from you hurted me alot, do you always have to put an act with me because you hate how I speak?"

guilt was eating him alive, he wasn't expecting that, not in a million years.

She cried... fucking cried because of this mouth of his, he can't for the love of god control anything about his sharp words ..

If anything..Grace proved his assumptions wrong the moment he met her, she wasn't anything like them...to him at least.

He really didn't mean it..he utters bullshit blinded by his anger...his tongue slipped this morning and he needed to make it up to her at all costs.

Levi clenched his jaw, a deep crease forming between his eyebrows, he cleared his throat fixing his collar shirt,

" what I said.. you shouldn't take it to heart"

"Yeah?" She muttered, making a low chuckle , trying to wipe her face with her sleeve until he stopped it , taking out a handkerchief from his jacket pocket , he hesitated for a second before coming closer but she didn't seem to mind his touch " Don't get them dirty idiot"

" Not very appropriate for a lady like me no?"

" No it's fucking disgusting "

Grace scoffed rolling her eyes at him , Levi tilted his head, adjusting the few strands of hair behind her ear , " I didn't.. mean it...the shit I said.."

" I know Captain..just forget it..I'm the one who's sensitive and took it personally-"

"Fuck no .. can you just let me ?"

She realised how worked up he was over it... which made her feel bad for him , she knows how bold and rough he can get, he never judged her for who she is but it sucked when she heard that.

" it wasn't directed at you...I wasn't having any of their shit ..it turned out like that"

Levi took a deep breath, his chest felt tight , he was a man of few words and he needed to express himself in the right way without messing it up , Grace knew he was doing his best into this ,which was very much appreciated.

" so.. don't think less of yourself Grace" , he leaned closer resting his forhead on hers ,

He held her hands , his thumb brushing over her palms ,

" People keep treating me as if I'm the one who chose to be born like this , I understand why they may think like that .. but I wasn't privileged either"

"I know" he whispered, he knows it , better than anyone, being looked down because of his birthplace , people kept shoving it into his face in his first years on the surface. She never made him feel less of himself because of it, yet he did it to her instead , he was so ashamed of himself ,

" I couldn't help but feel so stupid sir "

He gave her a silent nod,

" You made me feel so small " She smacked his chest sobbing, " you can't expect me to always get the meaning behind your harsh words on my own !!"

" Grace look at me "

He lifts her chin up to meet his gaze, his thumb softly rubbing her cheek , then slowly pulling her closer to his embrace.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the shoulder,

"Sorry" Levi whispered into her ear, and she couldn't hold her cries any longer, Grace buried her face into his chest while he gently rubbed her back, his soft lips brushed against her hair, reassuring her.

Grace pulled back from him, still not looking into his eyes but she noticed how she left a stain onto his jacket, she gasped, "Your Jacket !!! "

He eyed his shoulder then returned his gaze back to her , " It's nothing"

" give it to me I will wash it!"

" you will be taken to the infirmary "

Leaving no chance for her to resist, she was already being held and lifted up , his strong arms carrying like she weights nothing to him , "I.. can walk on my own " she murmured,

" yeah not when you are about to break your neck running down these stairs"

She couldn't help but giggle at his remark , which made him huff and scowl at her ,

" Get mad at me all you want but don't fucking hurt yourself while you're at it tch.."

" Roger that sir ".

#levi ackerman #levi aot #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff #levi x oc #soft Levi #Snk oc #levi drabble #Levi apologising and trying his best to communicating >>>>

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mj-iza-writer · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 15

"I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself" / Makeshift Bandages / Suppressed Suffering / "I'm Fine"

Whumper quickly slapped gauze onto the new stab wound.

"I think we've had enough fun for tonight", they awkwardly laughed, "I really wasn't planning on stabbing you, but someone had to be special and fall into the knife."

Whumpee frowned, "I don't need your help."

"Right, just sit still, I'm not purposely trying to hurt you right now", Whumper started to add more pressure to the gauze.

Whumpee pulled away, "I don't need you to help me, I can handle this on my own."

Whumper quickly grabbed Whumpee's face and pulled them close, "I said to sit still, I'm trying to be nice, enjoy it while it last", Whumper spoke through gritted teeth.

"I'm fine", Whumpee squirmed away from Whumper's hand.

Whumper poked around the wound, "you need stitches."

"What?", Whumpee looked at the stab wound, then Whumper.

"You need stitches. It's too deep", Whumper repeated, "I wasn't planning on doing this tonight."

Whumpee started to fall over, Whumper quickly grabbed them.

"Okay", Whumper exhaled and looked at Whumpee as they fell unconscious and sighed, "just had to fall into the knife."

Whumper quickly set to work with the stitches, figuring Whumpee would be easier to deal with while they were unconscious.

Whumpee jumped awake and realized they were now laying in the living room... on the couch. They've never been on the couch or in the living room.

They felt a tight pain where the stab wound was. They moved to take a closer look.

"They already did the stitches?", Whumpee started to touch it to get a better look.

"Don't freaken touch it", Whumper caught their attention. Whumpee hadn't seen them sitting across from them on the recliner yet.

"How did you know how to do stitches?", Whumpee eyed them.

"I torture people as a hobby, I know basic first aid. That's how you keep people alive longer", Whumper stood.

Whumpee whimpered.

"Relax, I'm just looking, and I need to bandage it still", Whumper looked over the stitch work, "it's been cleaned and disinfected, do not touch it. I will deal with caring for it."

"Great you get to touch me more", Whumpee complained.

"I'd rather ensure it heals properly instead of having to amputate or kill you before sepsis does", Whumper started to bandage the wound.

Whumpee looked at them with concern, "amputate or kill me?"

Whumper said nothing just grinned.

"I think I'm going to pass out again", Whumpee leaned back.

"You were out long enough, stay awake", Whumper tapped on Whumpee's face, "hey don't pass out."

Whumpee whimpered as they tried to fight passing out.

"That's a good prisoner", Whumper finished the wound dressings, "let's get some food and water in you. I'll allow you to rest for a few days, don't get too comfortable though.

"No of course not", Whumpee mocked.

"Glad your sarcasm is still in tact, would hate for that to have been stabbed out of you", Whumper rolled their eyes.

"It's how I keep you young", Whumpee grinned, "I have to torture you somehow as payback for what you do to us. You let me get away with it."

"I could have gone without the gray hairs you caused me today. Who taught you to fall into a knife?", Whumper frowned, "I don't let you get away with anything, I kind of enjoy your brattiness though. It's different from the normal begging for mercy my other prisoners do."

"I'm glad to have brought some joy to your sadistic life", Whumpee looked at them, "did you say food?"

"I did, stay here", Whumper moaned as they got up, "thinks I'm their personal chef all of a sudden."

"You stabbed me, I've got to milk everything I can while you let me heal", Whumpee called after them.

"You fell into the knife", Whumper argued as they walked to the kitchen

Later Whumper came back carrying a plate of food.

"Bon appetite, you even get the special treatment of eating what I'm eating tonight", Whumper handed them the plate.

"I guess I could make a habit of falling onto knives", Whumpee looked at the plate with big eyes, "this definitely beats the mush."

"You don't like my mush?", Whumper grinned as they sat down with their plate, "this is not happening all of the time, so I wouldn't make this a habit."

"You know I'm your favorite, just admit it", Whumpee grinned.

Whumper grinned, "what makes you say that? You're the most annoying, the others beg and grovel and do as I say. You don't."

Whumpee looked down awkwardly.

"Fine I'll admit it, I do have a soft spot for you, but don't think too deeply about it", Whumper looked at them, "you are still a prisoner along with the others, speaking of which, I'm sure they are ready for some mush."

Whumper took the plates to the kitchen then went to serve the prisoners their mush.

Whumpee could barely hear the groans from the others. They felt bad for getting special treatment. They knew none of the others would have been taken care of like this. They were also thankful they didn't have to gag down the mush tonight.

Whumper came back after a while, and grinned.

"You all act like my mush is nasty. I've eaten it before, it's not that bad, and it keeps you all alive", Whumper sat back down.

"Can you put me back with them, I feel guilty that I'm getting this kind of treatment when I'm one of them. I'm your prisoner, I don't deserve this", Whumpee didn't look at Whumper, they kept their eyes to the ground.

Whumper sighed, "no, I can't."

"You can't?", Whumpee looked up.

"Nope, I told them I killed you for being stupid and falling into my knife, and I didn't want to waste stitching you", Whumper laughed, "I made two if them cry because they think your dead."

"But I'm not dead", Whumpee started to stand.

Whumper looked at them, "don't you dare stand. I'm going to keep you up here for a while and have some fun with them. They think you're going out with the trash tomorrow", Whumper started to laugh again, to the point they were wiping tears.

Whumper finally looked up at the terrified Whumpee, they got up and went push them back onto the couch.

Whumpee shook when they were touched.

"Oh relax, they all wanted to know what happened to you, I was being sarcastic at first, but when I saw some tears, I just kept going with it", Whumper moved Whumpee back, "I'll just keep you tied up here for a while and play with you, you'll go back down once the stitches are out."

"Then what?"

"I tell them I was lying, and it is their fault for being gullible", Whumper grinned.

"I don't want any part of this", Whumpee stated with a quivering voice, "I thought."

"You thought you were softening me", Whumper grinned, "I said I had a soft spot for you, not that I was going to stop torturing you all. I'm just going to go easy on you until the stitches are done."

"But who knows if it pleases me, I may just keep you up here for a while. Have a prisoner tied up in my living room. That sounds fun", Whumper moved around Whumpee threateningly, "doesn't that sound fun?"

Whumpee fearfully nodded their head.

"Good", Whumper patted Whumpee's cheek, "after all you are my favorite prisoner, maybe I can break your brattiness, though I'll miss it when it finally goes."

Hey, Whumper here, my mush is nutritional and keeps them all alive. Oatmeal, chicken broth, carrots, salt, pepper, and a few eggs. If the shells fall in, it's added texture. Cook it all together and there you go. I even give them fruit when its available. They should be happy I feed them, right?

MJ- Keep in mind I have no idea what that even taste like, I made it up. Please don't trust Whumper's recipe for mush.

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