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roguerogerss · 8 months

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Take Me To Church

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

W/C: around 3.7k ?? (i’m too lazy to check)

Warnings: SMUT!! (literal porn with a tiny bit of plot if you squint), oral sex (f receiving), loss of virginity, some weird religious stuff (this is actual filth).

(IT HAS BEEN A WHILE!!! promised this a few days ago and it’s not brilliant BUT i’m getting back into this because i love love love writing tommy. pls keep in mind that this is literally pure FILTH and nothing more, i am but a simple being. love u stick around for more tommy sooooon!!!)

The Garrison was busier than usual, you supposed because it was a fine Saturday, but it seemed that every man in Small Heath was swaying drunk before you. You didn't mind the busy shifts, in fact, you almost enjoyed them. The men got drunk much quicker on Saturdays, meaning most of their money had made it's way into your pocket as tips by the time five o'clock rolled around.

You'd taken the time during a quiet spell to open the small coin purse that you carried with you and dump its contents onto the counter. Three pounds already, your entire monthly rent paid for in just under 4 hours of work. You smiled to yourself, knowing you'd only be given more as the night went on.

"Y/N." You heard a familiar voice from behind you and felt your stomach flip itself over. He was either going to berate you for counting your tips on shift, or you'd put something through the books wrong, he sounded even sterner than usual.

"Mr Shelby." You turned around, a smile on your face. You enjoyed his presence, you couldn't lie, something about the way he intimidated you excited you at the same time. "Can I help you?"

"Don't call me that." He sounded angry with you, frustrated, even, something that he never was. His brothers joked that he had a sweet spot for you, the pretty barmaid from the Garrison, the book keeper for their business. You hoped they were right.

"Whisky?" You asked, holding up a crystal glass and cocking your head to the side. You were sure he wasn't just here for a drink, but, then again, you weren't at all sure what else he needed.

He shook his head no. "Come with me."

You felt yourself almost shrink away from him, now feeling more intimidated than anything else. "Where? I'm working Thomas."

"Your work can wait for me." He turned to walk away, expecting you to follow, but he knew that you weren't as easy as that. You were going to give him a hard time of this.

You stayed put, scraping your tips from the counter and into your coin purse. "And are you going to pay me for my time? These men are paying good tips, Tommy-"

"I don't bloody care." He turned around, you'd definitely struck a nerve of some kind. His next steps towards you had you gulping in what could've been fear, or excitement. "I don't care what these men are giving you, Y/N. You come with me, when I ask."

"Yes, sir." You smirked. Thomas bit down on the inside of his cheek. You knew exactly what you were doing, he was convinced.

He shook his head, pulled his cap back on, and walked away, with you in tow. When you got outside, he waited for you, passing you a cigarette and even lighting it for you when you placed it between your lips.

You walked side by side, in silence, through the alleys of Small Heath, smoking together. Everyone who you passed either acknowledged Tommy in a passive way - "Evening Mr Shelby." - or turned their heads away and moved swiftly out of his line of sight.

Tommy led you through the gate to the Chapel, and your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to decipher what he was doing. "The Chapel?" You asked, passively. Tommy simply grunted in response, holding the door open for you.

You crossed yourself as you entered, something you'd been taught to do as a child and that had become a force of habit over the years. Thomas smiled to himself as he watched you.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" You turned to him as you reached the pews, arms crossed over your chest in that cocky way that he so hated but loved at the same time.

"Sit down." He paid no mind to your playful manner and gestured to one of the rows. You did as he said, but apprehensively, watching him all the while.

"Have I done something wrong, Tommy?" You asked as he sat down next to you. You could feel your heart pounding, and your regular playful nature with Tommy seemed to be gone, replaced by pure nerves.

His face seemed to soften slightly upon hearing you sounding nervous. He wasn't used to this side of you, your usual temperament being smug and sarcastic. "No. No, you've done nothing wrong."

The Chapel went silent for a moment, and you simply stared up at the large, stained glass window before you. You'd practically grown up here. Every morning before school, your mother had taken you and your siblings to morning prayer, and every Sunday you'd attend the services, entire family dressed in Sunday best dresses and suits. You'd stopped coming at sixteen, when your siblings had all moved away from home and it felt more depressing than anything to do the things you used to do together as children.

Religion was a taboo subject for you, having grown up Catholic and realised as a young teenager that you didn't agree with the teachings of the Church, and so the old Chapel both held a place in your heart and a feeling of resentment in your bones.

"Then what is this about?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, the silence becoming too much to bare. "Why am I here?"

"Well, you grew up a good Catholic girl, didn't you?" Tommy was smirking, an odd sort of smirk. You found yourself looking puzzled, but nodding your head anyway. "Then you'll know that a Chapel is where people come to confess."

"And what would I have to confess?" You thought that maybe he was accusing you of something, and you found yourself scrambling to think of anything you'd put through the books wrong. You figured it could very easily have looked like you were stealing from him, had you not accounted for money lost or spent, and your heart started pounding again.

"It's more what I have to confess." Tommy shifted slightly in his seat. If you didn't know him well, you'd assume he was acting rather calm for apparently being in the middle of a confession that required a visit to a Chapel, but the way he was wringing his fingers, the way he was shuffling around in his seat, you got the sense that Thomas Shelby could even have been anxious.

"Oh." The word almost fell from your mouth, quiet, but loud enough to have been heard in a silent Chapel.

"You remember when I hired you as bookkeeper of the company, yes?" It was a rhetorical question and you knew that, so you didn't speak, or nod, you just hung on his every word, intrigued, excited, "I wasn't completely honest with you about the reasoning behind that. I told you we needed a bookkeeper, but I lied. Arthur had been doing it for years before I asked you to help us out, and his adding up isn't great but he got the job done."

"So why did you hire me then, Mr Shelby?"

"I told you not to call me that. Does something to me.” He said it so nonchalantly, but with a hint of something that sent a chill down your spine. You found talking with him electrifying. "I hired you because I'm selfish, really."

"I don't think I'm following." You were playing dumb, now, not entirely sure on what he meant but having much more of an idea than you were letting on. You supposed some part of you thought deep down that there was no way that what you were imagining he meant could've been true.

"You haven't noticed, have you?" Tommy watched you intently, the look from earlier still plastered across your face, confused, naive, "The entire male population of Small Heath practically worship the ground you walk on. And I've never blamed them, really, figure a woman like you should be worshipped, but I'm a jealous man. Having you work for me meant I'd always have you, and other men would leave you alone."

"Why wouldn't you just ask me to be yours?" Your heart had resumed it's pounding, the sound of blood rushing in your ears, you were sure Thomas could hear it, too.

"I said I was a jealous man, not a simple one." You were suddenly feeling the burn of Tommy's eyes on you, the intensity of his stare, right into your face, as though he was trying to see into your mind.

"You could have any woman you wanted, Thomas Shelby, if only you'd ask." You were smiling now, a small smile, and so was Tommy, something that you'd come to notice, he seemed to only do around you.

"But I don't want just any woman, do I, love?" Tommy was impossibly close, now, face just inches from your own, breath hot against your cheeks. His hand wandered from his lap to your thigh, and your breath hitched when the rough pads of his fingertips found the exposed skin not covered by your skirt.

"So, you want me, Mr Shelby?" A subtly sultry whisper, evoking a wanting sigh from Thomas' lips. He let his eyes flutter closed for a second as you watched, his dark eyelashes settling on flushed cheeks, so, so close to you. You thought you might've been the luckiest woman in Small Heath at that moment.

Without another word, without warning, Tommy's lips came crashing onto yours. Rough, open mouthed, your hands roaming the back of his neck, his inching their way past the threshold of your skirt.

You'd heard the rumours around town, from women who'd been with your boss intimately. You couldn't lie and say you hadn't thought about it, God, you thought about it, and your expectations of Thomas were high.

"What do you want, love? Tell me what you want me to do." He was looking you dead in the face, and you could feel your cheeks burning red.

You looked around apprehensively, at the empty Chapel, the very public Chapel, and then back to Thomas, "Shouldn't we go home? Do this some place private?"

"Do you want me or not?" He was blunt about it, but your answer came quickly, with barely a thought behind it.

"I want you, Tom."

"Then we'll do this where I say we do this, pretty girl." He kissed you again, "Now, tell me, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"We'll get there, sweetheart. I'm a bit of a gentleman in bed, though. Not gonna rush this." His hand wandered, until he was touching you over your underwear. You mewled at the feeling, "Do you want me to touch you there, eh? Is that where you want me?"

"Fuck, Thomas, yes." The sound of your moans echoing through a Chapel was something you'd never have expected to hear.

"Good girl." Tommy's hand traveled further up, into your underwear, long fingers making you bite down on your lip to suppress a whine. "So wet, all hot and bothered for me. And in a Church, God, what would ‘Our Father’ think if he could see us now?"

He was grinning, looking up at you with hungry eyes as you wiggled your hips closer to him, wanting him to do something, anything, to stop teasing you and just give you what he knew you wanted. "Please, Tommy."

You found your hands reaching for his crotch, but he swatted you away, "I want this to be about you, not me."

Tommy’s eyes met yours, one of his hands holding the back of your neck, keeping you looking directly at him. “Tell me, love, have you done this before?"

"Fucked in a Chapel?" Your sarcasm had Thomas in a chokehold, you knew he loved it.

"You know what I mean."

"And you want honesty from me?" You swallowed hard when he nodded, “No. I haven't."

"And you're sure you want to?" You nodded your head yes, well aware of what you wanted from Thomas Shelby since the moment you met him. “Use your words, sweetheart."

"Yes. I'm sure. Thought about it, Tom."

"Thought about me, have you?" The grin on his face had your head swimming. He knew what he was doing, too. “Mm, tell me what you've been thinking about, darling."

"I've heard you give women you sleep with quite a time. Lizzie told me down at the wash house that you were...good with your mouth." You couldn’t meet his eyes after saying that, making an effort to look anywhere else, his tie pin, his shoulder, but he placed a single finger under your chin, lifting it just enough that you couldn’t fight from looking at him anymore.

The corners of Thomas' lips turned up, "You want me to prove it to you?"

"Yes. Please."

He nodded, and gave you a gentle push backwards, encouraging you to lay down. You obeyed, and he sent one last look at you, eyes piercing, a silent question of "are you sure?". You nodded, knowing somehow that, even although he could be cold, he'd take care of you.

And then his head was under your skirt, and your underwear had been practically ripped from your body. His hands guided your thighs to rest on his shoulders, and then moved to grip your hips tightly, thumbs rubbing small, soothing circles into your skin.

As soon as he started his assault, you were gasping and whining without a care. Lizzie tended to lie, exaggerate the time she had in bed with men in town, but, God, was she right about Thomas Shelby.

"Tom, that feels so good." You let your head fall back against the wooden pews, focusing on how his tongue felt as it pressed against you, gentle strokes over your clit, and then diving between your folds. Your hands reached for the back of his head, holding him in place. He smiled against you, he knew you were reaching your high already.

"You're close already, sweetheart. That good?" He kept going, the knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter by the second. You felt completely comfortable with Tommy, something you'd never had with anyone else, the reason you were only now letting a man take your innocence.

"I've never done this before." You breathed out, not even entirely sure what you meant but assuming that Tommy got the message. He hummed against you, earning a whine from the back of your throat. "Tommy, I think I'm about to-"

"I know you are, darling. Come on then, let me hear you." One of his hands reached further under your dress, under your bra, and you felt his fingers tweaking your nipple. You came totally undone, then, the warmth in your belly too much to handle.

Your orgasm came over you with a scream, had you biting down on your hand to quiet yourself down. Tommy was grinning now, listening to you was like heaven to him, knowing that he'd made you feel so good that you were screaming for him.

“God, could listen to you moan forever, love.”

When you were done, Tommy lifted his head from under your skirt, lips and chin glistening with your wetness, "You liked that, didn't you pretty girl?" He used the side of his hand to move the hair that had fallen into your face to the side.

You nodded, not quite meeting his eye, almost embarrassed by how obviously you'd enjoyed yourself. "I'm not done." He added, matter-of-factly, "You said you wanted me to fuck you."

You nodded again, "I do."

"You're certain?" He was serious, something that he was all the time with everyone else, but never so much with you.

"I'm certain, Tommy." And you were, so, so certain.

He nodded to himself, looking down, hand rubbing the back of his neck almost apprehensively, "I've never taken someone's virginity before."

You giggled, a surprised, giddy laugh, “I don't believe that for a second, Mr Shelby."

"I'm serious." You could tell he was. You didn’t understand how that could’ve been the case, you were almost certain that any young woman in a fifty mile radius would beg Thomas Shelby to take their innocence from them, “I'll be gentle with you, alright? You tell me to stop and I'll stop."

You'd never expected Tommy to be such a gentleman in bed, as he'd told you earlier, but you believed every word he said, comforted by his hand on your cheek and the way his eyes were trained on yours. "Okay. I trust you, Tom.”

"Okay." He was kissing you again quickly, again, laying you down, hovering over you this time. He didn't wait long before unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers.

You reached out, lips still attached to his, to palm him through his underwear. You almost gasped out loud when you felt him, so hard for you. You heard a groan rise from the back of Thomas's throat as you touched him, his kisses becoming even more hungry for you.

You reached into his boxers, pulling out his hard cock, and pumped him in your hand a few times. He pulled away from you enough to let out a few small moans, and then took himself in his own hand. "You're sure, yes?"

You nodded, "I'm sure."

Tommy placed his arm by your head, resting on it as he lined himself up. He gave you one last look of approval, and found nothing in your eyes that made him think you weren't being truthful, and then he guided himself to your entrance, pressing in slowly. He closed his eyes as he felt you, he was convinced that this was what being in heaven felt like. How long he'd wanted you, how long he'd had to watch other men pine over you, and you were finally here, moaning for him, letting him take your virginity.

"Jesus, fuck." He mumbled to himself as he bottomed out, forehead pressed against yours, chest to chest, watching you pant and whine beneath him. "You alright, darling? Can I move?"

"Yes. God, Tommy, please move." You clawed at his back, and he pulled his suit jacket off, leaving him in nothing but his shirt and unbuttoned trousers, and his bicep cuff.

His thrusts were gentle at first, asking you every now and again if you were okay, but his pace soon picked up when he realised how much you were enjoying this. He was pounding into you in no time, having your screams and moans echo through the Chapel, mixing with his own. He figured that no amount of prayer that could go on the next morning would compare to the holiness of the sound of your pleasure.

He could feel you clenching around him, hot and wet and so tight, and he felt himself nearing the edge knowing that you were close too. "Tommy. My God, I'm going to come again."

"Come for me, love, I'm right there, too." He picked his pace up even more, wanting to drag this out for you, make you feel the best you'd ever felt. "Wanna hear those pretty sounds, darling, come on."

His words and the way his face was screwed up in pleasure was enough for you. Your walls clenched around him, and you moaned his name loud enough for the entirety of the town to hear you, and he couldn't hold on any longer either.

He released inside of you, a hot rush that somehow had you feeling even better than before, his forehead rested on your collarbone.

You stayed there, laid like that, him still inside of you and breathing heavily against your skin, for a few minutes, just enjoying how eachother's bodies felt, now. Tommy eventually sat up, and took your hand to help you do the same, zipped and buttoned his trousers, and picked his jacket up from the floor.

"Is that why you brought me here?" You asked quietly, small smirk decorating your lips.

"Yes." He was very matter of fact when he said it, shrugging his jacket on and not even looking at you.

"You brought me to a Chapel, knowing you were going to fuck me."

"Thought it'd be a nice bit of scenery." He raised his eyebrows at you, and you snorted at him.

"You're an ass." You noticed a small, genuine smile make it’s way onto Thomas’s lips. You wondered how on earth he felt the same way about you as you did him.

He turned to you, and quickly placed another kiss on your lips. Not a sexual one, or a hungry one, he didn’t want anything more, it was just a kiss. “Good enough for your first time?"

"Certainly lived up to Lizzie's talk about you." You joked. "Of course it was, Tom. Thank you, for being so gentle, too."

“That’s alright, love. Told you I’m a gentleman in bed, didn’t I?” He stood from his seat, held out his hand to you, and helped you up onto shaky legs, “Come on, I’ll take you back to my place, you can get cleaned up.”

You walked down the aisle of the Chapel, back to the door, and Tommy pulled out his box of cigarettes, lighting one for each of you as you walked across the Chapel Yard.

“You know, I really wanted those tips at work.”

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obey-my-twisted-logic · 6 months

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Name-Your-Friend : You find a rather tall boy with an interesting look in your yard at Ramshackle. Despite your initial wariness, something draws you to the man and an interesting friendship blooms. Platonic!Malleus Draconia x GN!Reader

Synopsis : you make a new friend who's almost as bad at socializing as you are. He's quiet, gentle and awkward in a way that's endearing. He won't share his name, so you decide on a nickname as you confide in this mystery man. Begins the night after Riddle's Overblot.

Warnings : general spoilers about the game Disney's Twisted Wonderland. Light fluff, purely platonic and friendly, use of personal head canons and what I know about the game pre book 5. Slightly different from the in game meetings but same vibe. INCREDIBLY SELF INDULGENT BECAUSE HORNTON IS MY BEST BOY. Reader is normal font. All thoughts and musing by Malleus are italic.

Authors Note : this has been living rent free in my head since I first met Malleus in game. They can't show us every second and every interaction, so I think there's a lot of late nights he visits because he's just as lonely, and it's nice to have someone who's not groveling, calling him "my prince" or scared of him. God I love him.

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You were physically and emotionally done for the day. Grim was passed out and dreaming of tuna all ready while you began to close the curtains. As you did, something caught your eye. Something? More like someone. You couldn't tell from this distance but because of the lighting of the moon, you could see a student of NRC just staring at your house.

It definitely startled and when you made eye contact from the window you pulled the curtains shut and dropped to the floor. Why did you feel like you'd been caught peeping? After a moment of collecting yourself, you pull on a hoodie over your pajamas and stuff on your shoes before making your way down and out of the house.

The ghost trio gave light teases as you passed. A midnight tryst?! And so soon! You'd have to introduce them. You waved them off, a little annoyed but mostly focused.

Had he run off? You can't help but wonder as you step outside into the brisk air. Scanning your surroundings you find him nearer than before. He had what you could barely call a smile on his calm and handsome features. He was so beautiful you felt inferior. Shaking off the nerves, you stepped onto the dying lawn and stood beside him, looking up to see what had caught his eye.

You weren't sure if he acknowledged your presence, but he made no move to leave or brush you off. He just continued to stare up at your roof.

"Is it the gargoyles?" You ask suddenly. It was the only thing of interest you could spy. It kind of fit his spooky yet handsome appearance. "I couldn't believe myself when I was first dumped here. Old place has a lotta very cool bits and bobs, even if it is falling to pieces..." You grumble that last bit, still frustrated that Crowley had been avoiding the topic of fixing the roof, despite all your work so far. The near perfect grades you got, handling Riddle's outburst and Overblot without dying, and just generally baby sitting some of the rowdier students.

"A child of man?" Was the first thing he said. You try not to gasp, he had such a pleasing voice. "To my knowledge, this dorm has been abandoned and forgotten for quite a while." You noticed for a split second a look of confusion. Had you not been studying his face, you may of missed it all together.

"Ah yea, I had heard that from some of the ghosts and the headmaster. My name is [Y/N], I'm Ramshackle Dorms new Prefect." You explain quickly and offer your hand.

A moment passes, and you begin to feel a fool for offering your hand to a stranger. He does however accept it within his firm gloved grasp. "A pleasure to meet you child of man. I am-" he paused and shook his head. "My name matters not, you may call me what you wish. Though careful, you may come to regret it." He gave a playful smile, exposing sharpened canines. Between the horns and his teeth, you knew he wasn't human. This didn't scare you near as much as it should, but then again three of your roommates were ghosts.

"Shy?" You ask with a shrug and give it a thought. "How about Hornton? It's a bit on the nose but it's all my brain can come up with."

He bursts into laughter, giving you his first genuine smile. "You are quite fearless child of man. Truly." He gives you one last smile. "While it's been pleasant having the ruined house to myself, I look forward to what you bring to the future." He gave the gargoyles a fond look. "Remember the gargoyles as you fix things up, and give it attention." he finished with a short bow, as he burst into a beautiful green light, leaving nothing behind but some fireflies.

What a magical way to end a very long and unpleasant day. You hoped he'd visit again, he was pleasant to be near. He gave you an odd calm feeling, even though his aura screamed danger.

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You intrigued Malleus Draconia greatly. Not that he had revealed his name. Despite his overwhelming aura, you approached him with little to no hesitation.

In the following months, you'd catch him admiring the quiet of your house, even going so far as to give you advice on how to deal with the OctoTrio when they had taken hold of the dorm, threatening to leave you homeless in a world that wasn't your own and was hardly kind. Especially not kind to those without magic.

Other times you'd join him in his quiet studies of the gargoyles and surrounding forest. Occasionally you would break the silence with questions or just to add your own musing to the about the surroundings and recent event. You told him about everything, from mundane classes to nightmarish Overblotting of several Housewardens.

His favorite part about you was how you genuinely treasured your time with him. You never pushed for his identity, happy to have him as your gargoyle enthusiast friend Hornton. He found himself chuckling over the name, even when not around you. Lilia had asked about you more and more as he noticed the lingering visits Malleus spent at Ramshackle. He waved it off, merely stating he needed to check on you, his "Child of Man" who was almost completely alone in a terrifying new world, full of a magic you had never seen before. Lilia would always laugh and nod along, even going so far as to deliver a holiday card when Malleus could not himself.

Not long after the winter, he was once again in front of Ramshackle, waiting patiently for his Child of Man. He was surprised when he heard your familiar footsteps. Not surprised by them exactly, more stunned by the speed and noise that you made rushing to open your door.

"Hornton!" You exclaim and practically threw yourself at him, embracing him. It felt like so long.

The embrace surprised the fae dragon, but he caught you none the less, carefully returning the embrace. "Awfully excitable tonight aren't you child of man?" He teased lightly.

You beamed up at him with a pleased grin. "Yes! Tonight is important. It's very special." You assure him, kicking your door gently open further.

Freeing yourself from his embrace, you give him a little bow and extend your hand for his. Before he could even pout, you continued to smile at him and take his hand. "Ramshackle is finally presentable enough for me to invite you in. Hornton," you begin to lead him inside. "I welcome you in to my dorm, come have a drink or something! I'm excited, you're the first person I wanted to invite in."

"You're inviting me inside Child of Man?" Malleus asked surprised, but genuine smile and delight on his face.

"Of course! You're one of my best friends, and I wanted to share this with you as soon as I could." You led him in and rambled about how you had to enlist Azul and professor Trein to finally get Crowley to get off his ass and make the place at least a safe haven from the elements.

Malleus had stopped listening from the moment you confirmed the invite. All he could do was smile and keep his hand in yours. You truly were special. His Child of Man would always remember to invite him, always remember to have him in your life. He quite looked forward to that night, and any following adventures he would have with you.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst malleus #twisted wonderland malleus draconia #malleus draconia #platonic!malleus x GN!reader #obey my twisted logic

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tomtenadia · 1 year

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Dress me up

Hello all,

here I am with another Rowaelin based on the foilowing prompt:

Rowaelin son, age 5/6/7 or so sees his big sister wearing a pretty dress and nail polish and asks dad if he could look pretty too??? and Rowan paints his nails

@rowaelinprompts

I have been eying that prompt for ages and today inspiration finally struck. it was fun to write and I hope I did it justice.

As usual I am bad at titles so apologies for that.

1.7k words

No warning, just pure undiluted Rowaelin fluff with their kids and Rowan being the most amazing dad that all the in the universe deserve.

Enjoy

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Rowan loved weekends. He had a Monday to Friday corporate job, while his wife Aelin was a surgeon and could not always have that luxury. Those two days at home gave him the opportunity to spend time with his kids. Maya was fifteen and growing way to fast for his taste. Freyja was eight and a little tornado. Thomas was the youngest at five and now he and Aelin were expecting another child. Having a big family had been their dream from the start. Their friends called them crazy but they did not care. They had desired a house full of laughter, screams and in perpetual chaos. Adjusting the work balance to an ever growing family had taken some adjustments but in the end they had made it work and the kids were thriving.

Rowan was in the kitchen tidying up after lunch, Freyja at his side helping him placing crockery in the dishwasher which he then had to reshuffle. She just loved to dump things randomly so then he had to move everything again according to his very highly tested stacking plan. Truth was, he did not care. Having his daughter’s company was precious to him.

“All done!” Freyja had raised her arms in celebration.

He chuckled and closed the door “yes, my love, now, do you want to press the button?”

“Yes!” Freyja pressed the button that her dad had indicated and sat down in front of the machine that had a glass window allowing them to see inside.

“Wash!”

Rowan lifted his daughter in his arms “let’s go and see what your sister and brother are doing.”

They walked to Thomas’ room and found it empty until laughter reached them from the room at the end of the corridor “let’s go and see what they are up to.”

Maya’s room was chaos. It looked as if his daughter’s room had suffered a wardrobe explosion.

“Did you have a fight with the closet?”

Freya squirmed in his arms and he let her go and his younger daughter ran to her sister’s bed and started trying on clothes that were far too big for her. Thomas in the meantime was sitting on the carpet and stared at his two sisters in fascination. He was a very quiet boy and Aelin kept telling him that he was a little Rowan.

“Mum did tell you that I am going to Aidan’s birthday party later on, right?”

“Yes Maya, she did and I know that auntie Elide is picking you up.”

Maya sat frustrated on the bed after throwing another dress on the floor “I look horrible in every dress.”

Rowan sighed. He and Aelin were getting used to a teenager daughter and all the drama that came attached with it. Luckily their circle of friends was more or less in the same situation so they had been exchanging tips on how to deal with angry, stressed and frustrated teenagers.

“There is this girl from my class that I really like and I just want to look nice but…” a loud groan left Maya’s lungs.

His eldest was all Aelin. Fierce and hot tempered just like her mother. Six months before, Maya had gone to her mother and confessed she thought she was interested in both girls and boys. She hadn’t said anything to him because she was afraid to disappoint him, but when Aelin told him he had gone and spoke to Maya offering all of his support. His daughter happiness was all that mattered. He had only told her that no matter whether she brought home a woman or a man, he was still playing jealous dad because she was and would always be his princess.

Rowan walked to the bed and picked a nice green dress “what about this one? It matches your eyes.” Maya was his clone. Same silver hair and same pine green eyes. The other two were a mix of both parents’ traits.

“What do you think kids? Does Maya look nice in this one?”

Freyja and Thomas approved loudly and Maya smiled.

“Fine, family approval. I guess I can try this on.”

While Maya disappeared to get changed, Freyja had sneaked in the open wardrobe and started taking out all of her sister’s remaining dresses and when Rowan turned he saw her with a red wig that her sister had used for Samhain a few years back.

“Looking good Freya.”

The girl giggled and in that instant Maya came back and Rowan turned to her. The dress suited her perfectly and hugged her in the right places without being too sensual. She looked beautiful and a part of him ached at the idea that her daughter would start to date soon and he was not ready to see her going through all of the heartache in the process. Not everyone was as lucky as he and Aelin had been. Not everyone got to marry their best friend and soulmate.

“Baby, you are stunning and I hope that girl will see it too.”

“You are so pretty,” added Freyja hugging her sister at knee level.

“Tom, what do you think?”

“I like green.”

“Well, you have the family approval and I am sure mum would agree too. I just texted her.”

Maya started to get ready and Freyja kept playing with her sister’s clothes. Rowan then noticed Thomas trying to wear a nice blue dress.

“It’s too big, Tom.”

“But I like it.” Hurt thick in his voice.

Freya looked at her brother and disappeared away, probably to her room. When she came back she was carrying her little suitcase which was full of a lot of her princess dresses and accessories.

Thomas looked at his sister with joy and the two young ones started rummaging in the suitcase.

“We can have a parade.” Added Maya, looking at her siblings with delight.

Maya helped Freyja and Rowan sat on the floor and he and Thomas went through the clothes until the boy settled on a nice sparkly princess dress.

Thomas’ gaze then landed on Freyja wearing a tiara and then Maya painting her nails “Dada, I want to look pretty too.” He added, while pointing at his sisters.

Freyja walked to her brother and placed her tiara on his head and the boy smiled.

“Do you want to paint your nails too? Like your sister?”

The boy squealed in delight and ran to Maya who at the question had sat down on the floor and took out her box with nail polish “which one do you want?”

Thomas looked at his father and Rowan nodded “you have a light blue dress, do you want blue nail polish too?”

“Green.”

“Green it is.”

Maya was about to start painting her brother’s nails but Rowan stopped her “I got this, finish getting ready. The little ones and I will get ready for our party tonight with mum.”

“Yes. Can we party with mum?”

“She is coming home soon, we need to get ready for her.”

Rowan sat on the bed and asked Thomas to kneel and place his hand on his thigh “now you need to sit still.”

One by one he painted all the nails and then Maya showed him how to blow on them to dry faster.

In the meantime, Freyja had finished dressing up and was wearing one of her favourite Disney princess costume, her sister’s red wig a set of bright yellow sunglasses and a plastic sword in her hands. It was the weirdest combination but he and Aelin had always allowed the children to express themselves freely.

“Dad, am I pretty too?”

“Absolutely dashing, my love.”

The girl preened just like her mother would do.

Once Thomas’s nail were dry he just started jumping around happy “I am pretty.”

He took a picture of all of them when Freyja walked to him and pulled his hand for attention “dada, you need to look pretty too.”

“Do I?”

“Yes,” Freyja gave him wide grin showing her missing tooth. He sat back down on the floor and Freyja placed a bright pink boa feather scarf around his neck, Thomas gave him another of the many tiaras and Freyja then added a pair of big clip on earrings.

“Dada, you are pretty too now.”

Rowan stood and walked to the mirror and laughed.

In that instant Aelin’s voice reached them all and the two wee ones started screaming in happiness.

“Slowly, we will parade down the stairs and surprise mum.”

Freyja was the first one out of the room and Thomas followed holding her hand.

“Dad, you look dashing too. Does mum know she married a pretty princess?”

Rowan grinned and flicked his long hair and adjusted his tiara “Maya, your mum is the warrior who slays dragons for me.”

They both laughed and then Rowan offered his arms to his daughter “let’s go.”

Together they reached the living room where Thomas and Freyja were parading in front of Aelin who was sitting on the sofa.

Rowan saw her face restrain a laughter as soon as she spotted her husband and his current attire.

“You make a good princess, dear husband.”

“We had the best stylists.” Added Maya with pride.

Aelin looked at her daughter with love “you are beautiful, my love.” She then placed her hands on her hips “now I am the boring one and we can’t have this.”She disappeared upstairs and came back ten minutes later among laughter from the rest of the family. She was wearing her koala pyjama a green wig and a sword attached to her hip “Baby and I went for comfort.”

“This definitely deserves a photo.”

Rowan went to grab the camera and set it on a timer and ran back. He took a spot beside Aelin, his arms sneaking around her waist while the other landed on her baby bump. Maya was at her mum’s other side. Aelin had a hand on her sword, Freyja was in front of her and had her own wielded and in an attack pose. Thomas’s face was morphed in a grimace and pretended to be a monster scaring his sister.

Rowan went to retrieve the camera and together they looked at the photo “well, no one can say that we don’t know how to have fun.”

“Buzzard, we are the Whitethorn-Galathynius, we are awesome.”

The kids roared their approval and the party began.

The photo became a permanent fixture on top of their mantlepiece framed in the sparkliest frame Freyja could find.

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#rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin kids #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #rowaelin fluff #domestic fluff #aelin x rowan #rowan x aelin

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avacodork · 1 year

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Tommyinnit in the place of yuu? Here we go.

-–—

The entrance ceremony was going well.. until Tommy had entered the room with Crowley. The feral child was being held by the back of his shirt as they screamed and cursed Crowley. Everyone was concerned.

"PUT ME DOWN YOU BIRD BRIANED BITCH!" The child screeched as he wiggled in the bird man's grasp. "I WILL DESTROY YOUR BLOOD LINE AND RAIN HELL FIRE UPON YOU!"

The headmaster dropped Tommy on the ground and crossed his arms. The feral child stood up and glared opening his mouth to, presumably, begin cussing the headmage out again. "Go up to the mirror and state your name." The headmaster ordered seeming exhausted. Grim stayed silent by Tommy having been given a small amount of affection and wanting more.

"HMF!" Tommy huffed and stomed over to the mirror. "Tommy Danger Kraken Innit! ...bitch."

"... I don't know which dorm you fit in. Perhaps you should be put in a separate dorm." The black mirror said, probably thinking Tommy is a danger to the other students.

-–—

Tommy: *Looking between the headmage and Ramshackle with a look of disgust.*

Crowley: Since I'm so gracious-!

Tommy: No. Shut the fuck up bitch.

Crowley: *Shocked.* What..?

Tommy: Do you actually expect me to love in this dump?

Crowley: Well your not even-

Tommy: Be Quiet.

Crowley: Eep!

Tommy: *Grown of frustration.* Dadza will be hearing about this. *Walks into Ramshackle*

Crowley: Who is "Dadza"?

-–—

Tommy: And this is Shroud!

Ace: ... Where did you find a spider that big???

Deuce: *Petting the spider.* He's soft..

Random Crow: C A W . (Translation= T O M . )

Tommy: *Looks at the crow and let's it land on his arm.* Yes?

Random Crow: Caw, caw. Caw Caw. (Translation= Dadza is worried. Dadza want you home.)

Tommy: Sorry, I am stuck here. But tell dadza that some bitch put me in a rundown, falling apart dorm, even though he was the one who brought me here.

Ace: *Whispering to deuce* Is he talking to a Crow???

Random Crow: *Nods his head and flies away.*

Deuce: *Whispering.* I think they were both talking.

-–—

Vil: ...

Tommy: What are you looking at bitch?

Vil: How are you caked in dirt if you haven't even been outside today.

Tommy: *Menacing smile.* Potted Plant.

Vil: *Shocked Pikachu face.*

-–—

Rook: *Being pinned to th ground.* Trickster! Wonderfully done, but how did you get me down?

Tommy: *Unimpressed.* I went into war when I was.. what 5.. 9? When I was young soo. Your easy dude.

-–—

Malleus: *Looking at Gargoyles.*

Tommy: Hey Horn Bitch!

Sebek: *Offended gasp.*

Malleus: *Turns and smiles.* Child of man.

Tommy: *Huffs.* I know you like these stupid gargoyles right?

Malleus: please do not refer to them as stupid, they have a purpos-

Tommy: Yeah, Yeah.. Here. *Hand him something*

Malleus: ... Is this...

Tommy: A grotesque? Yes.

Malleus: *Happy dragon fea noises.*

-–—

Lilia: There is no way your father is older than me.

Tommy: He is. Plus he married death so he has more game than you too.

Lilia: ...

‐–—

Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR-

Tommy: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!

Riddle: *Very red.* You-

Tommy: *Runs away cackling.*

Riddle: *Runs after him.* GET BACK HERE!

Cater: Should we stop him?

Trey: He brought this on himself.

-–—

Tommy: *Dragging Idia out of his room.*

Idia: *Screaming bloody murder.*

Ortho: *Whatching this all go down with a smile.* My brother finally made friends!

-–—

Tommy: Hey bitch boy.

Jack: ... I give up..

Tommy: Oh no, don't be like that!

Jack: then stop calling me that.

Tommy: No.

Jack: Do you even know what that means?

Tommy: No, but it doesn't matter.

Jack: It means, "someone who likes to be fucked or dominated."

Tommy: ...

Jack: ...

Tommy: *Nervous laughture.*

Jack: *Inhale*

Bonus~

Phil: So.

Crowley: *Nevous sweating*

Tommy: *Fake crying and pointing at Crowley.* HE THREATENED ME! *Sobs.*

Phil: *Menacing aura.* Is that so..?

#tommy mcyt #myct #twst wonderland #dsmp #philza #twst incorrect quotes #this is funny to me

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rvp32 · 2 years

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Caring Sunbae Jihyp

One day after training, jihyo is frustrated. Jihyo has been practicing for years in jyp, she spent her entire childhood in the JYP building. Jihyo like all other women also had a side for her sexual desires. From a very young age, she has been following orders on how to behave what to eat when to sleep what to speak how to dress and how to project herself in the public. Somehow, this had an impact in her desires, she loved to be dominating in her world of sex. Jihyo being the senior member in the JYP as an idol of the girl group, she used that to her advantage for sexual desires. The young trainees new to JYP asked jihyo to do some favors for their way to become idols and tips on how to be the best, who better to ask than the child prodigy Jihyo. For every favor jihyo owned them and made them be her slaves in sex, some of them hated to have sex with jihyo and regret it but some dirty little whores in JYP enjoyed it. We are gonna look into the day when she got frustrated. Jihyo was feeling bad,

then she crossed paths with Itzy Yuna and lia. They noticed as soon they saw her, Yuna asked unnie what happened, Jhiyo was like I am frustrated as hell working continuously for weeks I want to put my mind off, Yuna being the dirty little slut asked jihyo whether she is available today night, Jihyo knew what she was up to, jihyo said do you want to be my dirty little slut you bitch? Yuna said “hmm I want it so bad, the juice from your pussy tasted good and all the spanking awwww, imagining it now turns me on so much, Yuna grabbed jihyo’s hands and placed it on her ass.

makes her lick all over her body and makes Yuna clean the floor with her tongue, Jihyo orders Yuna and lia to strip down naked and bend over and place their upper body on the rack near the mirror. Yuna being the experienced bitch does it straight away but lia doesn’t jihyo walks up to her and rips apart her dress and bra and starts pinching her nipples and grabs her pussy and says, do what I say okay? Lia starts to like all this and says ok. Lia and Yuna bend over near the mirror and ask jihyo are this, okay, to which jihyo says is it right, it's fucking horrible and walks to them and starts to spank them in the ass until its pink like a rose, jihyo wipes her hand dry and shoves her two fingers in yuna’s asshole, yuna starts to scream jihyo,says shut up you bitch, pulls her finger out and puts three fingers in her asshole, yuna screams even more and lia is terrified, jihyo says to lia aww don’t worry darling, she is getting punished for being as asshole and touching what belongs to me. Jihyo says to yuna, didn’t I say you to shut the fuck up. Yuna closes her mouth with her both hands, jihyo fingers yuna’s asshole aggressively and fast and yuna starts shouting ahhhhh ahahhha ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, jihyo stops and puts the fingers in yuna’s mouth and says lick them clean you bitch and yuna says yes ma’am, jihyo says “ma’am”, yuna apologises and says yes boss,

jihyo says thats better. And slaps on yuna’s boobs and with just one slap it turned so red, jihyo undresses and says lets begin, jihyo puts yuna on the floor and sits on her face and says yuna you better make me cum okay? And moves lia in front of her face and spreads her ass and sees the asshole closing and opening, jihyo spanks lia’s ass red and starts to lick her asshole and ass, With yuna licking jihyos pussy jihyo starts to moan and puts almost all her bodyweight in yuna face and says lick it just like that, yuna being a slut who know what she is is doing makes jihyo cum and squirt. Jihyo starts to squirt inside yuna’s mouth and yuna drinks all that fast, and starts to cough,jihyo while licking lia’s ass she also fingered her pussy and made lia cum and squirt on the floor and lia losses all her strength in the legs. Jihyo makes both of them stand and kisses both one after another and makes lia say, say you love this? Say “You love being a slave of jihyo” Lia says “I Love this, I love being a dirty little dump truck of you boss” Jihyo kisses them both again passionately. Jihyo makes them to kneel down and she starts to walk away from them to grab a chair to sit, As she walks away she turned around for a sec and notices lia starring at her juicy ass jiggling while she is walking, jihyo grabs the chair and walks towards them and notices Lia staring at her voluptuous boobs as well she puts the chair down and ask Lia why you looking at boobs and my ass like that, Jihyo realizes that “yeah, i made her bend over and she never really got to see my boobs and ass”, So jihyo asks lia do you wanna taste them lia? Lia grins and says so I wanna lick them so bad boss, Aww ok lia let me let you have a taste of them, jihyo sits in the chair slightly leaning back and just letting her ass out of the chair and spread them wide apart, and orders yuna to suck on her foot. Yuna sucks jihyos feet and lia enjoys licking jihyos ass and lia say does ass this good? Of course, says jihyo, and asks lia you love it, lia stops licking and responds I love it, Jihyo grabs lia by her hair and buries her head in her ass and says to lick them clean, Lia keeps licking her asshole as yuna licks jihyos feet. Jihyo says lia to put her tongue in the asshole, lia starts to spread her big ass cheeks and lets her tongue deep in her asshole. Jihyo starts to reach orgasm and says I am cumming lia dont stop, lia starts to lick them fast and jihyo grabs lia head and shoves her face further deep in her ass as she reaches climax. Lia gets the hang of it and starts to rub jihyos clit, jihyo bites her lips and says ahhhh it feels so good, is it really your first time? Ask's lia aroused. Lia grins, lia licks her all the juice from the pussy in her fingers and shoves it in jihyos pussy and starts to finger them nice and slow, jihyo grabs yuna's arm and bites it as she feels great, jihyo make then wakes up from the chair and goes on all fours and says both yuna and lia to finger both her holes with three fingers. Jihyo starts to moan as both her holes get fingered by them, jihyos eyes starts to role back as she orgasms and says ah I fucking love this and moans loudly, then she cums. They all makeout with each other. Jihyo feels great and happy, so does lia’s and yuna’s face all smithered with jihyos juices happily smiling and laughing saying we had a great time as well.

Credits to my friend SandhipKumar67

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mercy-misrule · 1 year

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Content warning: discussion of fictional emotional incest, fictional domestic violence, general spoilers for the interview with the vampire show

Ok so one of the changes I was in awe of, how smart it was, was to have Claudia redefine her relationship with Lestat and Louis as sister.

Book readers know that as Claudia ages, her relationship with the two changes but it changed to the point of...I want to explain it as spiritual incest almost? Like, there is reference to Claudia as Louis lover, though obviously nothing physical happens, not vampire intimacy either, with blood drinking.

One of the horror themes of iwtv really echoes the vibes of a book written a few years later, Flowers in the Attic. Siblings trapped by an abusive, charismatic parental figure with power over them who end up having their platonic relationship warped by the pressure cooker of their environment.

Whereas the tv show has taken that concept and applied the idea of emotional incest.

Emotional incest is a real life phenomenon where a parent treats the child as a confidant, as an equal where they dump all their emotional baggage and expect the child to process that like an adult would. It's referred to as incest because it's the parent expecting the same level of support as they would get from a partner.

So in the tv show Claudia redefines herself as sister and then the power dynamic is all over the place. Because she and Louis are a type of sibling, created by the same vampire. Because they did have a parent child relationship, but as she mentally ages she no longer seeks that support.

Also, an aside, I am a domestic violence and child abuse survivor, and I was genuinely impressed with the way they incorporated the fullness of a toxic family vibe.

Claudia stepping up to defend Louis like she was an equal, Claudia frustrated with Louis being passive, and not understanding how a power imbalance between romantic partners works, so not understanding why Louis lets Lestat back in.

Louis defending Lestat to her, Louis making excuses for his behaviour when Lestat hasn't truly demonstrated any significant efforts to change.

And Claudia gets to live out every abused child's darkest fantasy: kill your parent.

(Please don't think I'm speaking for every survivor, everyone's experience is unique and just because it resonates with me doesn't mean that others feel that way)

Book readers tend to not talk about this part of the story because it's uncomfortable, and because as an Anne Rice fan, there are plenty of times where it's like, Anne what the fuck is this. Anne, I'm mentally editing this out because if you'd had an editor they would have taken it out.

But that's not the case with the Claudia relationship, honestly. Interview is gothic horror, and a staple part of the genre is the way the dark, oppressive environments and relationships destroy and warp characters.

Nothing else in the series is fully gothic horror romance, which I also think makes it harder to accept as part of the story.

Anyway, this post is so long lmao. I have a lot of feelings and they can be summed up as: the writers did an excellent and nuanced change up of the bond between the little family coven, while still remaining true to the book, even the parts a lot of fans pretend don't exist

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #vampire chronicles #this meta took an hour to write lmao #if you act a clown in comments or tags on this post that's a block from me

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corvidcrowned · 1 year

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Sticking this here bc I don’t have an ao3👍

(There is a thingy under the cut)

(Thanks to @beanieman for beta-ing this)

Red knows this isn’t true freedom. Just a larger enclosure, nothing more.

He stalks the midnight streets as if he owns them, confidence in his step and swishing

his tail. It’s seen stray cats do the same.

But behind the mischievous smirk and luminous eyes, it knows caution. he knows that

He's being watched.

The little doll spins on his heel, glaring into the shadow behind him.

“Oh, come out already, I know you’re there!”

A rummaging sound, something falls off a crate. Just a pair of strays, nothing more.

Red shakes his head. Just nerves. But Asu-Naro does keep watch of him.

Red is only allowed out at night. Only allowed to stop at certain locations, in more run-

down areas. Places where it couldn’t run into her.

Because it would be soo terrible if she saw something that bothered her, right? If the

spoiled princess had even a slightly bad day?

Red scoffed. He hoped Sara would trip over her own feet and fall off a building. But of

course, there would be hundreds waiting to catch her.

It was almost fitting. That a child loved by even the sun got to roam in the day, while

one such as he was cursed only to wander the nights.

Red stood up. Damn it all, why did she get everything? Why should Red stay in this

dump!? In fact, why shouldn’t Red walk over there this instant and give that teacher’s

pet what for!?

No, he couldn’t fight her, but… it could certainly scare her.

Red dashed off into the night. He had just the plan.

. . .

The doll slinks through these newer streets, lined with large houses and shrubbery. It’s

quiet, most of the windows are darkened. Red was surprised at how… clean it was.

How nice it seemed, even at night. He kicked over a trash can, just to liven the place

up a bit. Surely some crows or rats would appreciate it, if not the stuffy rich bastards

who lived here.

Red continued along, realizing all too late that he was not quite sure where the

Chidouin home was. He didn’t quite think this out, did it?

He looked around, hiking up the strap of it’s bag a bit. He strolled forward a bit, and-

Was that a footstep behind it? A leaf crunching?

He whirled around, facing down none other than…

the scapegoat of Asu-Naro himself, the lost Satou son.

Kai looked at Red with curious eyes, tilting his head to the side. Did the doll confuse him? Red realized bitterly, it must be his resemblance to that brat.

“Erm… you…”

“Waddaya want, Satou?”

“….ah.” Kai drew back, holding his arms behind his back. The same pose Gashu held himself in, Red noted.

“You… are not miss sara, then.”

Red barked out a laugh. “Ain’t that obvious!?” It put his hands on his hips, leering at

the man who stood before it. “Even a failure like you should be able to tell!”

Kai inhaled sharply. Red hit a sore spot, he knew.

“You must be a product of Asu-naro, then. What is your purpose here?”

“Whaat, I can’t go outside and enjoy the fresh air if I want to?”

“A replica of Miss Sara, being found here of all places, cannot be a coincidence.”

Red clenched his teeth. He… he wasn’t Sara. He was not a copy. Why couldn’t anyone

else see!? He was just as real, wasn’t he!?

Red glared at Kai.

“Who says I’m just a copy!? I ain’t anything like her! It’s like--“

“Well, it’s like comparing you and Gashu!”

Kai flinched at this. He looked at red now without curiosity but with some unreadable emotion.

“I… am nothing like my father. And I see you lack the compassion that Miss Sara has.”

This guy… was really intent on that comparison, wasn’t he? Red shoved his hands in his pockets.

“I told you, I’m not Sara.”

“Then why are you here?”

“I dunno, why’re you here!?”

Kai looked frustrated.

”I am to guard the Chidouins. You seem to be nothing but a harbinger of chaos. Now tell me, just what is your business here?”

Red couldn’t tell this man, in all of his devotion to this family, that it was here to prank Sara. This guy was intense, He might cook Red alive!

“I was just on a walk, didn’t I say so?”

“You did. But I hardly believe you.”

“Rude. How come?”

Kai stopped, pondering what he would say next, maybe? Or just flabbergasted?

“You came here in the dead of night, causing a ruckus and disturbing the peace. That is not simply “out for a walk”, you must realize.”

“Well, dumbass, some of us aren’t allowed out unless it’s late!”

“Because you cause too much trouble in the daytime?”

“I-- HEYYY! I’M NO TROUBLEMAKER!”

“How interesting, then, that you’ve spilled trash all over the sidewalk.”

“YOU-- YOU STALKER! I HARDLY EVEN LOOK LIKE YER TARGET!”

“I was following you out of suspicion, not just because you resemble her.”

“Yeah, yeah, ya creep…..”

He paused for a moment, trying to come up with something to bother this man.

“…Y’know, she’s weeeeell aware of you. Well, just that she’s got a stalker.”

Kai was silent for a bit, but stone-faced as ever.

“…I am to guard the Chidouin family.”

“Does sheeeee know that? ‘Cause, if I noticed some random guy following me, that’s not what I’d assume.” Red said with a giggle. Surely that, at least, would get under his skin... even if picking on some reject wasn’t what he had planned, it would be a little funny to see him get upset. Would his face change at all? He was awfully curious.

And yet, Kai held strong. He stood, quiet, for a minute or two, and when he spoke it was in a steady voice.

“…You are merely trying to deceive me.”

“You callin’ me a liar now!?”

“It is wise to distrust an agent of Asu-Naro.”

“You’re more an agent than I am!!”

“Yes, however you are a mere product of their evils.”

This… this failure wanted to lecture him on being a ‘product’? This man, who even without killing, did so much more for Asu-Naro than even he?

“B-BASTARD! YOU ARE TOO! Y’WERE BORN AND RAISED ASU-NARO!”

Red was standing at his full height, fangs bared and fists held at his sides. This jerk…. He thought he was soooo much better because he was human, was that it? Because he doesn’t live in the facility? Because his father disowned him? Sickening. This man didn’t know a thing.

Red saw it now.. Kai was blind. A hypocrite. He was probably thrown out for being too annoying. No use hanging around someone like that.

“….You’re worthless, Satou. No wonder your father replaced you.”

“I will not entertain your petty insults any further. Leave my sight.”

“I was leaving anyways, ya asshole!” Red yelled, before turning back to the dark neighborhood and running off into the night. What a worthless plan… he’d have to prank Sara some other way.

#Yippieeeeee #ai test idiots #chicken scratch #sara yttd #sara chidouin #kai yttd #kai satou

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twilightmalachite · 7 months

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ABYSS - The Ocean of ■ That Drips Downwards 10

Author: Akira

Characters: Souma, Madara

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(I must protect him! He worried about me and even patted me on the head! I cannot let such a gentle child get caught in the venomous fangs of bad guys!)"

Season: Winter

Location: Underground Waterway

Souma: (…!? Was that a scream just now?)

(This extraordinary atmosphere! So what Father had said to the guest was true!)

(These bad guys called “Abisu” are trying to kidnap God—That blue-haired kid I saw at the funeral!)

(Kidnap him, worship him, and enshrine him in the new religious group “Abisu” is creating! As a new living god of their new religion!)

(I don’t know if it’s true or not, but there are rumors of it! That’s why Father was talking about making sure security was in place…)

(And that’s why I got so worried about that kid, about God—)

(As so, I’ve even broken myself into the residence of that child Father divulged in that conversation earlier.)

Souma: (…What am I even doing? I was just scolded for behaving selfishly.)

(But, it seems to be really dangerous! I’d never seen Father speak so seriously!)

(A crisis is approaching! A great crisis! And so, as a samurai, I will do what I must!)

(A samurai fights to protect the weak! I might get scolded for calling God “weak”, but, still!)

(I must protect him! He worried about me and even patted me on the head! I cannot let such a gentle child get caught in the venomous fangs of bad guys!)

(As a samurai! No, it is only what’s natural to do as a person!)

Madara: Stooooooppp!

(…!? What was that voice just now? Was it right around the corner?)

(I’ll sneakily check the situation where I cannot be found. *heart pounding*)

Madara: Give back Kanata-kun, give him baaaack! Damn iiiiit!

Souma: (…! That’s the kid I saw at the funeral venue! That God—is he Kanata? He’s the one who was friendly with Kanata-sama!)

(That detestable guy who hit me in the head and knocked me out!)

(Hmmmm, he is likely fighting against “Abisu” to protect Kanata-sama.)

(But his rival is an adult… He might have a better physique than I, but there’s no way he can win against a well-trained adult through strength alone.)

(Given he is beaten mercilessly, and rolled around with his hands behind his back… This is likely what happened.)

(I must say it serves him right. The heavens have punished him for doing such a terrible thing to me.)

(…But it must be frustrating to not be able to protect his friend.)

Madara: Damn, fuck, shit… Damn it!

Why must I be so weak?

Souma: (Hm. I don’t see any signs of anyone else around. Then I guess God—Kanata-sama must have already been kidnapped.)

(Having fulfilled their task, those from “Abisu” appear to have left. It should be fine to approach him, then.)

Pardon me, pardon me.

Madara: …!? Wha? W-What is it?

Souma: You don’t remember me? You’re quite the rude fellow, my head still hurts from when you hit me, you know!

Madara: What are you doing here…?

No, that doesn’t matter! Untie my hands, right now!

Souma: I don’t like your commanding tone. Well whatever, don’t move.

I’m not of age to use a sword yet, so I’m not used to its weight.

Madara: …?

Souma: Hyaaah!

Madara: …!? Ah…h?

Madara: That’s dangerouuuus! Where did that sword come from!?

Souma: I’ve had it on my back this entire time. I figured things would get rocky, so I sneaked out my family’s heirloom sword.

If Father finds out about this, I might have to actually commit seppuku, so please keep it a secret.

Madara: Well, you’ve definitely saved me… That sword is incredibly sharp. It was just a light swing, yet the rope cut so beautifully.

Souma: So what on earth happened? To God—to Kanata-sama?

Madara: He was kidnapped… by ABYSS. I tried my best to fight back, but I was no match for them.

They tied Kanata-kun up and carried him like luggage… Damn it, so frustrating.

But I kept struggling and flailing, so they dumped me here because I was getting in their way…

For them, I bet they’re glad as long as they could get their hands on Kanata-kun.

Souma: Hm. Where did those from “Abisu” go after that?

Madara: The sea. Many of the passages here lead to “the Abode of God”, but they were heading towards the sea. They left only a few minutes ago.

Souma: Then, if we go after them now, do you think we could make it in time?

Madara: Yeah. Lend me the sword, and I’ll cut them up and massacre them all.

Souma: Don’t say such frightening things… Even with swords, there is no way two children can compete against a group of adults on their own.

Madara: Then, what do we do? Because of me, Kanata-kun is—

Souma: Calm down. Fortunately, you are not alone.

With two human beings on the move, more measures can be taken.

I have a few ideas, are you in? Ummm—By the way, I don’t think I’ve heard your name?

Madara: I’m Mikejima Madara.

Souma: I see. I’m Kanzaki Souma.

Mikejima-dono, what are you willing to do for the sake of that god—

No, for the sake of your friend?

Madara: …?

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#abyss #scout #translation #madara mikejima #souma kanzaki

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the-box-publisher · 10 months

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Ok so BIG UPDATE! I was worried that the cameras didn’t work because the Journalist clearly reads my blog. So I took down all the cameras and dumped them in the trash, made a post expressing my frustration of them not working and secretly on my way home bought new disguised ones and installed them. And I caught the Journalist on tape- well, that’s the good news. The bad news is it climbed through my window- it didn’t open the window and crawl in but it went from the non existent balcony into my room as if the glass didn’t even exist. Can someone help me come up with an explanation of this? Science side? Anyways here’s todays story.

“Story submitted by Sasha Joyce

I’m dreaming, or I’m having a mental break because there is no way I’ve been trapped in this f****** place for 10 hours! Is this hell some sort of divine punishment for my actions? I’m a good person or at least I think I am… I do all the inconvenient things people like to avoid, I take cold showers and walk places and only shop local, I didn’t like go out and protest but I don’t think that should damn me. Look I even saw an exit but I can’t leave here without Gabriel, he’s only 9 and I love him more than life itself ever since mum and dad died we’ve only got each other. He was so sad because we couldn’t afford anything more than a local restaurant for his birthday. But I worked overtime and got enough money for the local Chuck E Cheese. It’s not one of those fancy ones with the animatronics, in fact the sign out front is so worn down it only says “-h— E -hee-e” so even worse than your normal one. You know I don’t know if I thought this was weird at the time but the kids I saw through the Window of the place when entering… I’m pretty sure every kid was different from the ones visible outside all looked like almost kids like looking for faces in an arcade floor kind of but not really I can’t describe it I’m really dehydrated. Every kid sounded the same like mimicking a voice but not having enough data. He played at the arcade for a while but I could feel his eyes wandering toward the play pen. I have claustrophobia and I dreaded the question but it never came, one moment he was here the next I only caught the sight of his shoes leaving and him scuttling in. He’s always been so rebellious… WHY DID HE DO THAT? THIS IS HIS FAULT WHY AM I BEING PUNISHED! Well I played on my phone until he came out but he didn’t. Eventually I had to go in I knew this but I don’t remember deciding or actually going in one second I was out the next I was in. The ceiling is just low enough i can’t crawl I have to slither and slink my way through staircases. I thought if I just kept going down I would eventually find the bottom but alas my phone tells me my altitude did not change. I can look out the windows at the children and staff fighting to ignore my pleas for help and screams… next time I see an exit I’m taking it, I just wish he stopped screaming always just out of sight behind a corner or up a staircase. On the bright side my phone still has 1p0% battery, no cell service, actually maybe I’ll try again I’ll see how high I can get see if I can get a single bar or sos. I don’t have high hopes I fear this maze is getting tighter movement is harder. Pray for me”

I think I know that Chuck E Cheese it’s not to far from here, it’s closed down but I’ll go check it out

Greetings from someone who has now broken into a kids restaurant. There’s something off about this place I still hear children’s laughter despite this places closed status. Something that really creeps me out is the two sets of shoes in the cubbies a child’s pair and an adults pair. I feel like the play area is calling to me i here banging from somewhere deep inside.

Should I go in?

#short horror story #horror #horror story #scary #scary story #scary stories #liminal #liminal spaces #chuck e cheese

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subpar-ghoulfriend · 3 years

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Let’s have a baby

yandere!EraserMicx PREGNANT!Reader

A terrible mix up leading to an accidental pregnancy? Or something more intentional? Either way now you were pregnant with (none other than the beloved power couple heroes) Eraserhead and Present Mic’s child. Time to discuss how co parenting is going to work.

TW: pregnancy, artificial insemination, yandere elements, mentions of stalking, alludes to potential custody battle

You had been avoiding the two men for the past week, which was challenging seeing as they managed to find your phone number, address, and place of work. Any time you blocked their calls they got a new number. Two Pro Heroes versus a twenty something civilian, it was only a matter of time until you were cornered.

Now the couple stood between you and your apartment. You had a long shift at your job as a pet groomer and just wanted to get some rest.

Present Mic was the first to speak. "Hey lil momma, we heard you had work today so we brought you some dinner. We thought we could talk over a nice meal."

You had no response. You were tired, both physically and emotionally. You had been put through the ringer ever since meeting them at your doctors office. It was a total Jane the Virgin situation. You went in for an assessment about some supposed ovarian cysts and unknowing left artificially inseminated. There was a supposed mix up, a digital glitch that somehow merged your chart with the surrogates - apparently your names were super similar. Two weeks later you were called back into the doctor's office and informed of what took place. And now you were in this living nightmare.

And the two heroes had nothing to do with the error. There was totally a surrogate. They hadn't paid off your provider. And why would they? You had never met them - although given their patrols they may have seen you once or twice...

They were tearful when they were informed of the mix up, they had been waiting patiently through the whole process and now everything was thrown in chaos. They offered to compensate you for your service which sent you into a blind rage. They just assumed you would carry a child, a child with half of your DNA, and then give YOUR baby away. Rationally you understood that they had planned to be be the only parents to the child, but that was with a professional surrogate who understood the process, who didn't want the child in their life, just happy to help out a loving couple. But that wasn't you, you grew up wanting to be a mom, and now they would take that from you.

What if they tried to legally take sole custody of the baby? Surely they had some pull in the judicial system. Besides, they were a solid couple with money, while you were alone with no family and working two jobs. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

You were shaking as you tried to push past them. Maybe they would just disappear if you ignored them, a girl could dream. But instead they tagged along inside. Albeit you weren’t fighting them on it, you knew this had to happen eventually.

Aizawa easily found the cluttered dining table in your small apartment. You flinched when the loud one tried to help you shrug off your backpack. Taking a seat on the couch you waited for them to start berating you.

"Come sit at the table, dinner is getting cold," Eraser spoke for the first time.

"I'll eat later, I'm not hungry."

"You may not be, but the baby needs to eat."

You glared, how dare they insinuate you didn't know what your child needed. If your body was hungry, you ate. If you were full the baby was full too.

But, you complied, not wanting to argue, "Fine, but I ate a snack not too long ago."

As you ate, Mic kept you company, picking at some left overs, they clearly ate before their visit. Aizawa was rummaging through your place but you managed to hold your tongue until he began throwing things out of your fridge.

"What are you doing?" You hissed, getting up out of your seat.

"Mic and I will bring you groceries tomorrow. The food you have is barely safe for an adult, let alone a fetus."

"Are you kidding me? It's not like I'm chugging alcohol and living off Twinkies. Hey! I just bought those turkey slices. How is turkey bad?" You whined.

To make sure you wouldn't dig the food out trash he dumped it out of his container.

"Zashi, don't let me forget to empty the trash on our way out. Do you know how much salt is in deli meat? And there's no way you can drink any of this while you're pregnant." He gestures to the cans of soda.

As the frustration built you had to fight back tears. They couldn't come in to your home and start throwing out your things.

"Some of us don't make ridiculous money, I'm buying what I can afford and the doctor never had any problem with my health." You hissed.

Hizashi felt the tension thickening, "Hey hey hey, it's okay. Sho and I will go get you some good stuff. We just gotta watch out for you and baby."

And that was the end of your resolve, you stomped past the Hero and locked yourself in your bedroom. Finally tears began to drip down your cheeks.

Back in your kitchen Mic was chiding his boyfriend for being so tough on you.

"So I should just back down while she stuffs herself with junk food?"

Mic gave him a shrug, showing him a bottle on your counter, "At lest she's taking her prenatal vitamins?"

Grabbing the keys to your apartment Aizawa instructed Mic to wait with you while he got you better groceries. He would make copies of your keys on his was back.

You prayed they would leave soon. You were laying in your bed having cried yourself out. Barely into your second month of pregnancy. You still had to endure this for at least seven more months, but most likely much longer.

Next thing you knew you were opening your eyes and the clock read seven AM. By now your uninvited guests must be gone. Nervously you sat up, praying that you'd skip the morning sickness just once this week. You had always had a weak stomach and even the doctor was surprised you were already experiencing the symptom. Unfortunately the minute your feet touched the floor you knew what was coming. You sprinted to the restroom, not even checking to see if the duo had left.

God this was terrible, you didn't just hate throwing up, you were terrified of it. What if you started and never stopped? But it did come to an end. You wiped the water from your eyes and took a moment before standing from the floor. You screamed when a hand slid under your arm, helping you up. Another set of feet rushed to the bathroom.

" What's wrong?" Hizashi huffed as he skid to a stop.

You pulled arm free from Aizawa's grasp. "What are you two still doing here?"

You turned in the faucet to rinse your mouth. Trying to calm your stress, the nausea was trying to return.

Undeterred the scruff pulled your hair into a bun before rubbing your back. You debated returning to bed but that wouldn't get them out of your apartment. You told them you need to sit down, both of them nodding, still wearing their concerned expressions. They got you a glass of water before joining you on the couch. Stubborn men, you sat at the end of the couch so they couldn't both sit, but Mic decided to perch himself on the armrest.

He started petting your hair, "You feelin better little listener?" You nodded in response.

"I got you more food, let us know if your hungry."

You sighed in defeat, "I'm barely two months pregnant, I can fend for myself. What did you all want to talk about?"

You anxiously placed a hand on your stomach. Both men felt their hearts flutter recognizing your maternal instincts kicking in.

Aizawa let Mic begin, he was the more gentle of the two.

"Well, we figured we got off to a rough start. You got put in a tough situation. We shouldn't have assumed you didn't want a child so we're not mad at how you stormed out. But either way we expect to be in our baby's life. The two of us talked it over and we don't want to fight you if you want to be in their life too. So if you wanna be the mommy we're cool with it."

You could blame your reaction on your hormones for your response but you didn't, "Geez thank you so much for allowing me to be in MY child's life."

Aizawa placed a hand on the back of your neck, giving you a gentle massage. "Okay then, the three of us are gonna have a baby. That means you have to stop ignoring us. We can raise the baby together, without involving anyone else. But if we have to, we can always go the legal route for the baby's best interest."

He knew it was a low blow, but the couple needed you to stop fighting them. Your eyes snapped to his and you shook your head in protest.

"Okay then we're all the same page," Aizawa reassured you.

Mic cheered, "Now we can focus on the fun stuff."

"Hun," Eraserhead caught his attention. "There's still a few more important things to figure out. We don't want you going back to that doctor. They're incompetent. We scheduled you an appointment with another's clinic for next week. Okay?"

You couldn't find your voice after how easily he threatened to take your baby. So you just nodded. Half listening.

"Good. We also went ahead and programmed our numbers into your phone. We need to be able to check in with you."

"Okay, but I can't use my phone at one of my jobs."

"About that lil momma," Mic started. "You work a lot, which is totally bad ass, but we don't think you leave enough time to rest and take care of yourself."

You tried to protest but Aizawa cut you off, "You also shouldn't be working around so many animals. Even though we love animals, they can be unpredictable and one dog can trigger all the rest into a frenzy."

You were dumbfounded, "I've never heard of anything like that happening. One of my coworkers was pregnant last year, she worked until her maternity leave. Plus I need to be able to pay my bills. And don't offer to compensate me again."

"Why do you have to view it as compensation? We just want to take care of the mother of our child. Just think about it. Mic and I have to go take care of some business but we'll be back later this week."

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Back at their home Hizashi was dramatically splayed on their bed.

"Babe why are you pouting?" Aizawa asked.

"Why can't we just bring her home already?"

Aizawa sympathized with his better half, but they needed to be methodical. He reminded Hizashi that they didn't need to cause her even more stress, especially so early into the pregnancy. If they played their cards right they would have their happy little family soon enough.

If they could ease you in to the relationship everything would be easier in the long run. They had been managing just fine until now, they could wait a few more months.

He joined Hizashi on the couch. Mic was comforting himself the way he usually did when he felt like this. He was scrolling through the countless photos they had collected since their chance encounter with you over a year ago.

#bnha yandere #yandere erasermic #yandere x reader #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa

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cellophaine · 2 years

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The Calm and The Storm

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 1954

Warnings: Blood, angst, description of violence, and more.

Author's Note: I finally finished something for the first time in over 3 weeks lmao. I'm so sorry that it's so short. The good (ish) news is I'm easing myself back into my writing groove. After this week, I'll have two weeks off, therefore I can focus on putting out what I actually promised you guys (LA updates, blurbs and sneak peeks of my future project for 2022). Again, I'm so sorry if this one-shot is disappointing. It's a weird time.

Prompt requested by: my friend @phantomkindalikejaiden <3

Taglist (open): @stanfordscrush <3

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Another call went into his voicemail. You threw your phone onto the couch, running a hand through your hair in frustration. 2:38 AM, and Matt wasn't here in your apartment like he was supposed to. Where could he be at this odd hour? You tried his cell over and over to no avail; each unanswered call pushed you further to the terrifying edge. Your worst fears, your dreadful thoughts, ran free in your mind, tugging at the strings of your heart. Your unfinished intern work was displayed on the brightness of your laptop screen, forgotten, as you didn't have the mind to pay attention to it. And it would stay like that for a while longer, as you picked up your coat by the door, getting ready to go to Matt's place. If he didn't want to answer your calls, he would have to talk to you face to face.

Before you could put on the other shoe, quick and sharp raps resounded from the window, making your head turn sharply to the source. A shadowy figure perched on the fire escape; the moonlight drowned out most of their features. Your head kicked into high alert; the instinct to drive the unknown presence away engulfed your senses.

You grabbed the vase on the table by the door, dumping the dried flowers bunch to the floor before treading carefully to the window. Your stance was defensive, bracing yourself for the worst-case scenario as your eyes flitted over the threat. The stranger stole the warning words from you before you could say them.

"It's… me. It's me, sweetheart."

He pulled the piece of fabric down from his eyes, letting the moonlight reveal the rest to you. You took in his unsighted gaze, busted lips, and the bloody hand that still lingered on the dark cloth. No question needed as a sense of urgency took over; you let the vase fall onto the thick carpet with a soft thump, rushing to the window to welcome Matt in.

Before you could close the window all the way, Matt rushed into you, causing you to fall onto the floor in a tangled heap. He wrapped his arms tightly around you; the sudden movement felt desperate, almost as if he needed this, needed you more than his next breath. You couldn't bring yourself to question him when you could feel the sharp shudderings that seemed to run so deep through his body under your palm. You breathed him in, and you could almost taste the blood on your tongue, along with the ghosting touch of fear and agony.

The words that came out of his mouth were strangled, as if he used the rest of his fleeting strength to form them into audible sound.

"I … I did it. I … stopped him."

You ran a hand down his back, trying to soothe the tension visible in his muscles. Your other hand held his head closer to yours, letting him bury his face into the crook of your neck. It seemed like it was where Matt found his comfort. The steady pulse under the thin skin on your neck never failed to calm him down.

"He will … he will never … hurt her again."

The vague whisper cleared the fogginess of your confusion. You knew who he was talking about. You knew because you were the one to call child services with Matt beside you once he told you of what he heard. You were there when Matt got angry and petrified when he found out the little girl's mom didn't believe the knowledge that was brought to her attention. The dad was smart; he knew exactly how not to get caught. And just like that, the ordeal went away quickly, and quietly, leaving both of you in an agitated mess, full of worries for the child's fate. Matt was absent from his place and yours for every night of that week. You understood how hard it was on him to be powerless when neither of you could do anything to save the little girl.

"I … I waited for him to be … alone, and I …."

You held harder onto him; your heart seemed to rattle in your chest, too loud in the strained silence, weighed down by his impending confession.

"… I hit him, over and over and over, until … until … he couldn't move."

You sneaked a glance downward onto Matt's tight hold around you, eyeing the smears of blood he left on your white shirt. You were afraid to ask, but you knew you couldn't avoid it if there were ever the need for imperative precaution.

"Did you … kill him?"

Matt shook his head firmly; his words were muffled by the trembling exhale of breath.

"No … no, I did not kill him. He will live."

You let out a relieved sigh, feeling the weight of an invisible burden lifted off your chest. You knew Matt would never forgive himself if he caused the death of that sickening man. A monster underneath the suit that was made of human flesh and blood, but a human life regardless.

"I … I couldn't stop myself. I kept going and going until his face was all broken up and bloody."

Another deep tremble ran through Matt; his crumpled composure and strangled whispers were a knife plunged deep into your heart, twisting and cutting it into a mangled, bleeding shamble. To feel sympathy for a helpless little girl was one thing. But to feel guilty for what he did to the same person who caused distress to the victim was different. Your heart broke for him as you understood the tremendous guilt Matt put himself through.

"The worst thing is … I enjoyed it. I wanted to cave his face in; I wanted to cripple him until he could no longer talk, no longer move on his own."

The hand you put on his back stilled.

He broke away from the crook of your neck, letting you see his face in all its raw guilt. His face was stricken with tears, contorted in pain and shame. He sobbed the last words out with difficulty.

"I even grinned when I was doing it."

He stood up abruptly, backing away from you as you followed his every move. He spun around wildly; the trail of incoherent thoughts fell from his lips.

"I came straight to you. I ... I needed to hear your voice, I needed to feel you. How could I be so selfish—"

You could sense him spiralling towards a destructive end. You grabbed Matt's shoulders, forcing him to stay still with all of your strength. Then, standing on your tiptoes, you brought your face closer to his, your voice firm, leaving no crack for him to slip through.

"Stop! Matt, listen to me."

He stayed still; his lips parted in surprise at the sternness of your tone. You forced yourself to stay steady, letting him feel the truth that you offered.

"I know … I know that you're scared. But believe me when I tell you this: you did the right thing."

Matt shook his head, averting his blank gaze elsewhere. Even with the lack of sight, he did his best to direct his gaze at you, for he knew how much you appreciated that. He couldn't let you meet his eyes tonight, for he could feel the guilt engulf him, making it hard to breathe.

"No, that's impossible. You must think I'm a monster. How could you not?"

His voice quivered hard, laced with the hot tears that adorned his guilt-stricken face.

"You didn't kill him, Matt. That's the most important thing. He still has a chance at redemption."

Your hand outstretched carefully, reaching for his face like how you would approach a wounded wild animal. Matt winced softly at the contact, but he didn't pull back from your tender touch. Brushing the tears away, you let the weight of them lean on your fingers instead. The words that came out of you were nothing but a raw whisper.

"And if ... if your monster can help a little girl have a good night of sleep tonight, then so be it."

"There's no guarantee that little girl will be safe in that house for as long as her father is still under the same roof. But hopefully, with your intervention tonight, that pathetic, despicable excuse of a human being would leave her alone for good. And if he still dares to do that again …."

You searched for his hand that curled so tightly on its own it could draw blood, wrapping your fingers around the bloody fist and giving it a secured squeeze.

"… you'll be there to remind him what you could do to him."

At that, Matt drew back sharply, shaking his head.

"No. No. This can't be the way. I did that, and I ... enjoyed that feeling when I caved his face in. But, I know I would do it again in a heartbeat."

You sighed, whispering his name in a desperate appeal to guide his focus onto a different perspective. Your hands fell to your sides in acceptance.

"Maybe ... maybe, there's nothing wrong with that. Tell me, answer me truthfully. Would you sleep better knowing there are people like her, too?"

He paused, turning his focus onto your trail of thought.

"People who are helpless, who are suffering because the justice system can't do anything to help. There's only so much the system can do and so many loopholes for people like that cruel man to take advantage of."

You took a deep breath, letting the weight of your words sink in.

"Maybe you are what Hell's Kitchen needs — a helping hand when no one could hear its cries of anguish. You are capable of doing more good when the law, Matt. So go out there, protect your neighbourhood from the dark."

You pressed your forehead to his, and Matt didn't shy away. Instead, he leaned into it. Finally, you felt like you could breathe freely for the first time that night. For a while, you could only hear the mismatched pattern of your breathings gradually unified as one in the stillness of your apartment.

You wiped the tears from his face as he held onto your wrist, pressing small kisses on your pulse. Then, you looked back to the forgotten scrap of fabric on the floor, picking it up to examine it.

"This was all you used to cover your face?"

Matt sniffled, nodding gingerly.

"Yeah, I … I didn't have time to think it through."

You paused before giving him your honest opinion.

"It's ... a little revealing."

Matt's light chuckle followed you as you made your way into your bedroom. You searched your dresser, taking out a black cotton scarf from the compartment. You brought the fabric to his face, wrapping it around his head, covering his hair and the upper half of his face. You pulled it until the edge of the cotton hung on the tip of his nose.

"What do you think? It gives you more discretion, and it should do for the time being. We can work on your ... outfit as well, only if you want to."

Matt dipped his head to place a kiss on top of your head, pulling you into his tight embrace.

"I love it. I love you."

You sighed, leaning into the divine warmth only he could provide. The two of you didn't know where all of this would go, but in the back of your mind, you knew it would end in change. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse. It didn't matter. You would be here for Matt through it all. You would be his lighthouse, leading him home in the storm.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x you #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fic #matt murdock au #daredevil #daredevil x reader #daredevil au #daredevil imagine #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock angst #marvel imagine #no use of y/n

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Debt Collection. Yan Childe x Reader [SMUT]

Tags: Mild dubcon ?, hate fucking, power bottoming, creampie, dirty talk, AFAB reader and degradation. Word count: 1.6k. Note: this could be considered apart of contractual obligations universe or something on the side. i’m not sure where it’d officially line up in the stories tl, i just wanted to write some sin .

This is the only plausible option left.

That’s what you told yourself when you walked into his office, what you told you told yourself when removing your clothes and when you climbed into his lap. He called it special treatment. Whispering huskily into your ear that you should be grateful he likes you so much, that anyone else would be dead in your position. The Fatui are not known for their leniency with debts. People go missing, their neighbors too frightened to question what might’ve happened to them.

Childe seems happy enough to remind you of this like it might make you feel better somehow. It doesn’t. All you want is for the stress on your business to be alleviated, for things to go back to how they used to be before him, even if it is wishful thinking.

Whatever his feelings are for you, you don’t care in the slightest. You’re doing this to get it over with.

“Mm, just like that,” Childe hisses out through clenched teeth, fingernails digging harshly into either side of your waist. “Take all of me in.”

Everything is so warm. His fevered touches, your face, every inch of your bare body. You do as he tells you, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Sinking down onto his dick, you despise the lascivious noises it makes from how terribly wet he’s made you. Childe’s gaze never falters from your own, watching unblinkingly as you take in every inch of his throbbing length. His grip on you tightens, steadying your trembling body, harsh pants leaving both of you.

You’re grateful for his lack of comments, already humiliated enough as is. The silence doesn’t last when he fills you completely, your walls slowly adjusting to his length. Even with the proper preparation, his considerable size causes mild pain. Each deep breath you take does little to steady your nerves. The weight of Childe’s stare is impossible to ignore.

Why is he looking at you like this? Why can’t he just silently get off and let it be over with? The passion burning in his ocean blue eyes is unmistakable, the waves of it threatening to drown you.

“Good girl,” he exhales, affectionately running a hand through your tousled hair. You let him do as he pleases. The odd intimacy behind what’s meant to be a tumble in the dark isn’t lost on you. “Now, you remember what I wanted, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, I do.” You confirm breathlessly, more blood rushing to your face upon remembering his vulgar instructions. Childe cups your face in his hands and presses a chaste kiss to your lips, pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth when he moves away. This is the first time he’s kissed you, you realize, lips tingling. He does it with such ease, as if the two of you were lovers. The thought alone is enough to make bile rise in your throat.

“I’m afraid my memory is failing me. Be a dear and remind me of what you’re going to do.”

Of course, he’d make this as difficult as he can for you, you shouldn’t have expected anything different. The lascivious words discussed during your agreement reverberate in your head, and you push past your hesitations to repeat them. “I’m going… going to fuck myself on you.”

You feel his cock twitch excitedly inside you and shiver. He urges you on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And?”

“And… I’ll make you cum inside of me.”

“Get to it then.” Childe leans back into his chair, pleased so far with your submission. You take a deep breath, raising your hips up, wincing at how he stretches out your walls. When nothing but the tip of his dick remains inside you, you slowly sink onto him again, earning a low noise of approval. He really isn’t going to help you, is he? While full of him, you gyrate your hips, getting yourself more accustomed to his size. Childe’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, looking down at you through thick eyelashes.

“I didn’t expect for you to take your time like this,” he chuckles breathlessly, voice guttural and husky. “Not that I’m, ngh, complaining, I could watch this all day.”

You furrow your eyebrows, indignant at his comments. That’s the last thing you wanted...! You wanted to get this over with, to push past the embarrassment he’s inflicted on you. Spurred on by his comments, you raise and lower your hips onto his cock faster, the sensation of being stretched less painful than before. Childe lets out a breathy moan at your increased pace. No longer willing to hold himself back, he thrusts his hips up, throwing his head back at how good you feel around him. You can already tell the area he’s gripping will leave bruises. Hopefully, they can be covered up so questions don’t arise.

“Do you… do you know how much I think about you?” Childe breathes out, each word more strained than the last. The sound of skin on skin fills his office, a far cry from the normal business that goes on in here. Not that he cares in the slightest. You don’t want to know the answer, honestly, but he gives it to you regardless.

“Mm, I’ve thought about it even when we talk,” Childe confesses, head throwing back as he bucks himself up to meet your hips. “What you’d feel like… all the cute little noises you’d make when I made you pleasure yourself on my dick.”

Childe’s words strike a chord deep within you, your face getting even redder than before. You feel yourself getting closer to a release and feel frustrated by your lack of self-restraint. Childe’s chest rumbles with a low moan at how your walls tighten around him. He’s half wanting to fuck you against his desk, losing any shreds of patience that he’s somehow managed to hold on to. But knowing that you’re working oh so hard to make him cum is too tantalizing to pass up. He sees your reluctance fade into desire, no longer able to deny carnal pleasure. You’re enjoying this as much as he is but just don’t want to admit it.

He leans forward, wrapping his soft lips around your nipple and biting it gently, laughing breathlessly at the noise you let out. Childe’s hand that was on your hip goes to your chest, greedily playing with the soft mounds of flesh. He adores how you taste, how lovely and exposed you are before him now. All of the efforts that went into procuring you earned him such a ravishing sight.

Spurred on by his touches, you can no longer hold yourself back. Your movements get sloppier as you chase your own release, chest bouncing as you hold onto him for balance. Childe lets out a content noise at this. His strength is commendable, your hazy mind notices, as now he’s the one lifting you up and bringing you back down onto his cock. Strength all but gone, you lean forward, hoping to muffle your moans against his glistening neck. Your walls clench around him, a high pitch noise leaving your lips when you cum.

Childe wants nothing more than for you to remember this. For you to remember him. “That’s... right, [First]. Don’t ever forget that I’m the one who made you feel this good.”

You can barely register his words, mind far too foggy to think of anything. Curses start to leave his lips, from a foreign tongue which you assume to be his native language. His cock thrusts upwards inside you as Childe desperately seeks out his own release. Your energy is all but gone, leading you to feel silently grateful that he’s capable of getting himself off inside you without much help. A surprised yelp leaves your lips as he tugs your hair back, forcing you to look him in the eye.

“I want you to see this,” Childe manages to get out through gritted teeth. A throaty groan leaves him, hips stuttering. “Watch me as I cum inside you.”

Childe releases himself inside you, thrusting up as far as he can before stilling himself. You feel his hot seed fill you up, Childe intent on dumping all of himself as far inside you as he can. He pulls you further down onto him, head thrown back and panting as your walls milk his throbbing cock. You wince at the foreign feeling, the implications of him cumming inside you nerve-wracking. Finally, he lifts his head, a slight flush on his own face.

The room is silent, save for your panting. He keeps one hand on your already bruised hip and moves the other to cup your face. Childe’s eyes soften as you try your best to regain yourself.

It feels hot, sticky, and humiliating. You look around, looking anywhere that isn’t at Childe. He lets out an airy laugh at your obvious embarrassment, much to your displeasure, and you shoot him a hopefully threatening look. It has the opposite effect as intended. Childe coos at the endearing sight, tracing his fingers over your body.

“That’s... all you wanted, right? Can I go now?”

Childe shakes his head and you frown. “Mm... not yet, no. I’d say this only covers a portion of the debt, sweetheart.”

You knit your eyebrows together, indignation flaring, and go to slap him against your better judgment. Childe snickers, catching your wrist with ease and places unexpectedly soft kisses against your knuckles.

“Relax, relax, I was kidding,” Childe winks and you roll your eyes. “Just know this won’t be the last time I fuck you.”

“You’re... utterly shameless.”

“Maybe I am, but what can I say? Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I might just be addicted.”

#idk if this is really considered dubcon but i tagged it just to be safe #childe #childe x reader #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #yandere tartaglia x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #tw: dubcon #not sfw #my stuff

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Beelzebub's Very Bad No Good Day

***So this is the new format in which I'll be answering requests. In my experience, actual posts get spread further than asks do, so this will hopefully help with that. ANYWAY, I am crazy excited about this request as a major Beel simp and YES I will proudly do this request! Thank you @sinnoman for blessing me with it. -B*** Summary: Beel doesn't get anything to eat one day, and it doesn't go well for anybody.

From the moment Beelzebub woke up, he knew that today was going to be a terrible day. For starters, he had apparently raided the fridge in his sleep the night before, so there was not a crumb left in the house for anyone to make breakfast with. Most of the others had gone and grabbed something from Hell's Kitchen on their way to class, but poor Beel had slept through his alarm due to the food coma his nighttime snack had put him in and had to rush to RAD. The entire school was talking about the monster that they believed had awoken beneath the school. Teachers were on edge ready to evacuate the premises for the earthquake they believed to be happening. Beel avoided eye contact, blushing as his empty stomach continued to rumble and roar throughout the day. He ended up eating a few pencils just to get it to quiet down and even that didn't have much effect. The Avatar of Gluttony nearly cried tears of relief when the lunch bell rang. But it seemed that fate was not his friend that day. He was going to order a gargantuan-sized Little Devil mango slushy, a side of Hellfire curry rice, fried shadow bat, and 108 seed salad and the main course of at least twenty shadow hog burgers with three servings of caramel shadow tart for dessert. Beel was drooling at just the thought of it. He was almost at the ordering station when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Beel growled and turned around, baring his teeth at whoever dared to disturb him.

Belphegor narrowed his eyebrows in concern. "Woah. Beel, relax. It's just me. We've got a student council meeting, and Lucifer has threatened to take away supper from whoever skips out." Beelzebub scoffed as the air around him darkened at the mention of someone taking food away from him. "I'd like to see him try." Belphie raised an eyebrow at his twin's uncharacteristically grumpy behaviour. "Are you alright, Beel?" As though to answer his question, Beel's stomach let out another loud roar, causing several students to flinch and Beel to scowl in frustration. "I'm hungry." Belphie's frown deepened. Beel was always hungry, but he didn't usually let it get to him like this. The younger twin rifled through his own bag before pulling out an obviously full paper bag. "You can have my lunch if you want. I ate a little bit of it during class and swiped a bagel from Mammon during the first period, so I'm not all that-" Before he could finish Beel ripped the bag out of Belphie's hands and devoured it, bag and all. Belphie blinked at his now empty hand and chuckled as Beel chewed. "Man, you must be starving huh?"

Beelzebub merely grunted and continued to chew before swallowing down the small meal. He glanced back at the lineup in the cafeteria and put a hand on his stomach as he thought about the lunch he should be enjoying. Belphie nudged him. "Come on, big guy. We got to get to that meeting. The sooner we get it over with, the more likely it is that we'll end early and you might be able to grab something before class starts again." Only the meeting was not short and quick like Belphie had said it might be. Diavolo wanted everyone to come up with an idea for a school fundraiser, and Lucifer was arguing with Asmodeus on what was and was not appropriate. To make matters worse, you were unable to attend as, according to Mammon, your charms professor had asked you to stay behind afterwards to discuss your progress in the class. The bickering on top of the lack of food in his stomach was giving Beel a migraine and the longer he sat there, the more irritable he had become. Eventually, it became too much and he snapped. "ENOUGH!" he bellowed, flipping the table as he stood. "No one cares about the stupid fundraiser anyway and you're just wasting all of our time arguing over something that will inevitably fall apart and cause an even bigger mess, just like it always does!" "Beelzebub! Watch your tone in front of-" "Shut it, Lucifer!" his brother's gaped at him in shock as he snarled at their elder. "I am sick and tired of you pushing us all around and punishing us when the slightest thing goes wrong just because you-" Beel poked Lucifer's chest hard enough to make him take a step back, "won't take responsibility for your own mistakes!" "Oh shit," Mammon whispered under his breath, as Lucifer's eyes narrowed and his body tensed in defence. The second-born quickly squeezed his way between the two of them and spread his arms to try and create some distance. "Okay! Tensions are high. People are upset. But this is not the place to brawl it out." he glanced over at Lucifer who looked like he was a second away from stringing him up to the ceiling. "Might I remind ya Lord Diavolo is still in the room?" Lucifer looked over at Diavolo, who appeared to be both hurt and concerned by Beelzebub's words, before sighing and fixing his composure. He gave Beel a hard look. "Obviously something is upsetting you, but we can discuss this at home. For the time being, I recommend you work on calming yourself and clearing your head." Beel just growled at him before stomping out of the student council room. He had been about to re-enter the cafeteria again when the bell rang signalling the end of lunch hour. Beelzebub felt his eye twitch before his demon form burst into existence. He let out a deafening scream as he grabbed a table and threw it across the room (students still seated on it, included). Students were yelling and scrambling like mice as the large demon rampaged through the halls. He tore the locked grate off of the serving station and grabbed the nearest server by the scruff of the collar, causing them to squeak in fear. "I'm hungry," Beel rumbled lowly as the demon trembled in his hands. "Get me something to eat now or I will not hesitate to eat you." "R-R-Right away, Beelzeb-b-bub." Beel carelessly dropped the demon, who scattered off to gather as much food as they could. He began pacing like a caged animal. Having been alerted by all the noise, his brothers and Diavolo rushed into the nearly destroyed cafeteria. Diavolo's jaw dropped. "Beelzebub, what's the meaning of all this?" Beel's famished brain didn't acknowledge Diavolo as an authority at the moment. Instead, he was yet another person trying to keep him from eating. "I need food. NOW!" Lucifer's eyes widened in realization as he whispered something to Diavolo. The prince nodded and took a step back. "I'm sure the cooks are doing all they can to get you food right away. But I need you to control yourself before I am forced to take action." Satan had his phone out and was urgently texting someone, as Belphie moved forward.

"You'll get your food shortly Beel. You just need to wai-" "I don't want to wait!!" There was a part of Beelzebub's brain that was aware he was acting like a child. But his stomach physically hurt from how empty it was. He was tired. He was starving. He didn't have the patience for pleasantries. "I've barely eaten anything all day, and people keep staring and talking about me because my stomach just will not stop growling and I'm so hungry that I can barely think straight! I hate it! But I know it won't go away unless I eat, so I NEED TO EAT!" The brothers looked at Beel in shock. They knew that he ate a lot, but they always passed it off as just another quirk that made him Beel. They didn't know it bothered him like this. They thought back on all the instances where Beel had stated that he was hungry out of nowhere, always with a distressed look on his face. Every single time they had brushed him off. Before any of them could respond, you casually walked into the war zone that was the cafeteria. "Alright Satan, what's so urgent that you needed me so badly?" The room fell quiet as everyone's attention snapped over to you and you took in the situation. It didn't take long for you to connect the dots.

You immediately began to rush over to Beelzebub; Mammon stepped forward to stop you. "Woah, MC! I don't think that's a good idea right now!"

You ignored him and continued to make your way to Beel. Seeing you, the small human that you were, made Beel realize just how reckless he had been acting. He held out his hands to stop you and took a step away. "You should listen to Mammon, MC. I-I haven't eaten all day and I-" "You haven't eaten all day?! Oh god, this is worst than I thought." Beel watched as you slid the oversized backpack that he had seen you carry around RAD with you every day off your back and begin to dump out the contents. In a second, dozens of bags of chips, candy, fruits, and other snacks spilled across the floor in front of the two of you. Beel didn't waste a single moment. He instantly began consuming the snacks, causing you to smile happily. "Wha-What?! MC?! Why the hell do you have that much food on ya?!" Mammon sputtered as he cautiously began to approach you. You shrugged. "Beel gets upset when he's hungry, and I don't like it when he's upset. So I stocked up on some of his favourite snacks a while back and always keep them on me just in case," Beel paused his eating to look up at you in awe, "He can't help that he's always hungry. It's not like he asked to be the Avatar of Gluttony." Suddenly there were a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Lucifer, Levi, and Mammon called out your name as Beel pulled you tightly against his chest. You just grinned and hugged the friendly giant back. "Thank you," he whispered softly into your hair, his arms tightening around you just a little more. "There's nothing to thank me for." As Beel finally began to calm down, the cooks came out with platters of food and shakily laid them out around you and Beel before taking cover back into the kitchen. Seeing that the threat had passed, the other brothers began to approach as well. "You know Beel, I didn't know you had that much pent-up anger inside of you. It was terrifying!" Asmodeus chirped as he plopped down beside the two of you.

"Yeah! You were just like the antagonist in My Boyfriend Turned Into a Cannabilistic Rage Monster, And Now I Have to Stop Him From Devouring The Whole City!!!" Levi began to ramble about specific scenes from the show that matched perfectly with Beel's rampage, causing Beel to blush as he munched on a burger. Belphie sighed and elbowed Beel as he took his seat at his side. "We'll have to make sure that MC's always around you. Just in case you know?" he smiled softly, before looking at his twin with a more serious expression. "You should've told me about all that stuff you said earlier. I had no idea you felt that away about your appetite." Beel looked away uncomfortably as he took another bite of his food and avoided the question. You snuggled closer to him, to provide him with some comfort. Satan tapped his chin as he watched the group. "I'm sure we could talk with Barbatos and come up with some sort of high-protein shake or bar that would better satisfy you. That way you wouldn't have to eat as much." Lucifer glanced over at Diavolo, silently asking if it was a possibility. The prince smiled warmly. "I'll have Barabatos begin working on something right away." Forgetting all about class and the anger that had previously consumed him, Beel looked around at his family. A warm feeling blossomed in his stomach as he felt content with the rare care and affection that they were openly showing. Maybe it had something to do with the thirty burgers he had already ate, but for just a second, Beel didn't feel so hungry anymore. ***Boy that got a little angsty there for a second, but I hope this was to your liking @sinnoman! I definitely enjoyed writing this one, and I think it made me fall in love with my boy Beel even more 🥰*** TAGLIST: @vampwiire @bunna-does-stuff

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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SAFE AND SOUND

a/n: this one took a little longer to write, but im so happy its finally finished! its not what i originally planned, i started a whole different plot but hated it so started again, but i might go back to the first story, so maybe more bodyguard!harry content is gonna come! anyway, hope you’ll enjoy this one!

pairing: Bodyguard!Harry X Reader

warning: use of weapon (no one dies), mentioning of cancer (no one is sick), sexual content

word count: 9.1k

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“This is not up for discussion, Y/N. What you are doing and what you are about to achieve soon might upset a lot of people that hold great power. We can’t just assume you’ll be fine, walking around like anyone else in the world.”

Your boss, Julian explains it to you, leaning onto his desk, trying his best to keep his cool about your protest to get you a guard to watch out for you and keep you safe. It’s been an ongoing struggle and fight you two have been having these past weeks and it became a burning situation since you’ve made some major progress in your project.

“I’m not some kind of royalty to have security with me all the time,” you grumble rolling your eyes.

“Not just royalties have guards, Y/N. Just accept it, that you’re valuable, your work is very important not just to our company but to the whole world. Do you not realize how big it is? You are close to having the cure to cancer, Y/N! You can easily get a Nobel-prize for that!”

“I know that it’s important, but no one knows me, no one will see me on the street and know who I am or what I do!”

“It’s not about the people on the street. The world is a dark place, darker than you could imagine. Please, just… I want to know that you’re safe.”

Staring back at him with your arms folded on your chest you contemplate his words. You can see the rationality in his words, it’s just that you don’t want to break your routine, you don’t want people around you all the time, you don’t want to end your privacy like that. But Julian is right, your work is important and there have already been a few attempts to steal your researches, but they miserably failed. However that doesn’t mean they will be stopped the next time as well.

“One guard,” you speak up. “Just one. I’m not gonna have a whole fucking team,” you tell him raising your eyebrows. He lets out a relieved sigh, a tiny smile tugging on his lips.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Reaching out to the phone he presses the buzzer that signals to his assistant, Monica outside and a few moments later she walks in, accompanied with a tall, suited man, his green eyes immediately falling to you upon entering the room.

“Y/N, I took the courage to pick him out for you myself. This is Harry Styles, the best you can find in the city if not in the country,” Julian introduces him as he pushes himself away from his giant mahogany desk, walking closer to the man as they shake hands firmly. You stand up from the armchair you’ve been sinking into these past ten minutes and unsurely hold out your hand to the man.

“Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces himself, a thick British accent lacing through his voice and the way his green irises stare back at you, you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. Mr. Styles is undeniably the most charming and handsome man you’ve ever met, with his perfectly carved cheekbones and chiseled jawline, pink lips and those enchanting green eyes framed by his thick lashes. There’s something in his appearance, something feminine, but still, he holds so much masculinity at the same time, it’s hard not to be enamored by him.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you mumble your name, shaking his hand slightly before letting go of it.

“Details about your cooperation have already been discussed with the security agency and us, but of course, your word is what counts, so we’ll walk over the whole plan with you as well,” Julian explains to you and you nod shortly.

The three of you move to the conference room and the next hour goes by with working those so called details out, some of them are ridiculous, some of them you can get used to, at the end you are left with a somewhat bearable plan, but one thing is for sure. Harry Styles will be a big part of your life from now on.

THREE MONTHS LATER

The tiny pack of sugar tears open in your hands, but you put too much effort into it so the countertop is now covered with the content of the pack instead of ending up in your paper cup.

“Fuck,” you growl, dumping the empty pack into the trash before grabbing another one, hoping it won’t end up the same way.

“Let me help you,” a smooth, male voice speaks up next to you and Harry grabs the pack from your hands as he places his own coffee to the counter. You let him tear the pack open easily, pouring the sugar into your drink without problem before he puts the lid back to your cup.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your tired eyes for a split second. You’ve been overworking way too much these past weeks, it’s starting to shut your system down, but you don’t want to rest, not when you’re so close to finishing your project.

The past two weeks have been major, you finally made the progress you’ve been working towards for months now, letting you step into the last phase of your work finally. But it’s been a quite stressful time as you’ve been eager to finish as soon as possible, but that meant little to no time spent outside of your lab.

Harry shoots you a reassuring smile before you both grab your drinks and head out of the café in the direction of your workplace.

The past three months were one hell of a ride when it comes to Harry. You didn’t hide your dislike towards his continuous presence in your life, standing by your side wherever you went. It frustrated you, made you feel like you didn’t have your freedom any longer even though he never did anything to make you hate him. He was considerate, respectful and only wanted to do his job, yet you still gave him a hard time at the beginning, right until the need for his work was proved.

Two months ago someone broke into your apartment while you were out, they searched through the whole place, looking for something. Well, not just something, they were clearly interested in anything connected to your research, but luckily, you’re not dumb enough to just let these stuff lay around your home.

Even though you didn’t encounter the person responsible for it, the incident still shook your up. Knowing that someone could get into your personal space so easily, that they could have come at a time when you were home and vulnerable, it scared you. Harry was the person that eased the worry and fear in you, he took care of everything in an instant and upon his best advice, you moved to a new apartment with a higher security level. He even moved to the place next to yours so he could be as close to you as possible at all times. There was a much needed shift in your relationship after that and you didn’t see him as an intruder any longer in your life, but more as a hero.

“So would you like Italian or Mexican tonight for dinner?” Harry asks as the two of you enter the building, using your IDs you go through the massive security gates, the guards in post nodding in your way.

“Isn’t it your night to choose?” you smile at him sideways as you wait for the elevator.

“Okay, then Thai,” he smirks, making you laugh. “Hope you are not planning on eating it here again,” he gives you a warning look and you purse your lips.

“I have a lot to do, and—“

“Y/N, you need to rest sometimes,” he scolds you as if you were just a child.

“I do rest. Sometimes,” you answer with an innocent look as the elevator’s door slides open and you walk in with Harry following you right behind.

“Like once a week? Do you even sleep when you’re at home?”

“I do! Don’t make me look like I’m some kind of crazy workaholic!”

“I’m just worried about you, is all,” he sighs, giving you a hard look.

“Oh, Mr. Styles. If I didn’t know you better I would think you might have a soft spot for me,” you smirk at him teasingly before the elevator arrives to your floor and you walk out without a word. Harry just stares after you with a small smile tugging on his lips as he thinks about your words. It’s funny, especially because you both know something more than just a professional relationship has been going on between the two of you, only dancing around it as the situation is a little too complicated to address now.

It’s not like any rules are tying you down, but you would rather not mix up work with your private life. You might have feelings for Harry, but you refuse to act up on them until he is out of his duty as your personal guard.

Your days are usually the same. While you lock yourself up in your lab, working with no end, Harry stay either with you in there or he hovers around the door, keeping an eye on everyone and everything. Just the thought of his presence never fails to bring you a sense of comfort, knowing that you don’t have to worry about your safety until he is near. It might seem nerdy, but you can easily get lost in your work. It doesn’t feel like a job, growing up with parents who were excellent doctors and pharmacists themselves, you were doomed to be a science enthusiast yourself from the beginning. Learning has never been a task for you but a gift, as you liked to look at it.

Working overtime happens often because you lose touch with time easily once you get down to work. Nothing exists outside of your lab and you hardly realize how late it is until Harry usually warns you.

“I didn’t joke when I said I didn’t want to have dinner in here,” he steps into your sanctuary while you’re in the middle of running tests for the millionth time today. Pushing your glasses up to the top of your head while the machines are buzzing and whirling, you look up at him with a tired smile.

“Let me just… finish this one last test and then I promise we’ll head out.”

“Alright, but I’m watching you. No more tests,” he warns, sitting on one of the stools while you finish what you started.

Harry never really asked you about your work, for a while you weren’t even sure if he knows what you’re doing and why it’s so important. It was never discussed at the beginning and he never brought it up later either. But judging from the time he spends near you at the lab he must have picked up a few things about it surely.

The machines stop working and the tiny beeping sound signals that the results are out. You grab the long printed paper and start scanning the data, chewing on your bottom lip as you hope to find what you’ve been looking for all day. The numbers are coming in great, but it’s been like this for a while, it’s the end that never matches up with your expectations. So when you get there and see the graphs showing the result that you’ve been dreaming of since the start of the whole project years ago, your mouth falls open in disbelief even though it’s what you’ve been working for all this time.

“Oh my God,” you whisper.

“What?” Harry’s head snaps up in alert, jumping off the stool.

“I… I did it,” you breathe out, glancing up from the paper. “It’s my first time succeeding, Harry!” you start laughing, the shock taking over your whole body that you really did it this time.

“And what does that mean?”

“Come on, let me show you,” you tell him in excitement, pulling him over to the computer where you pull up all the data you’ve been working on. A virtual version of a cell comes up on the screen as you start typing, modelling what you want to show him. “This is a completely healthy cell, it’s what you are made of too, mostly,” you ass with a chuckle before another cell comes up on the screen. “And this is what cells that are affected by cancer look like.”

The difference is a lot more complicated than what you can explain to him in such a short time, but he can see it with his own eyes. The color, the shape, everything is different from the first one. Harry examines the screen and nods shortly, letting you know that he is following.

“I’ve been working on a substance that is able to not just detect the cancerous cells but it can also kill it effectively without hurting the healthy ones.”

You bring up the virtualized version of the substance you’ve been working on, a short animation showing how it can tell the two cells apart and only attack the cancerous one.

“I haven’t been able to get the numbers above 60% when it comes to succeeding in the process of selection so my whole project was about finding a solution to that. I’ve been trying to find the right substance to mix with our already existing one to solve the problem, but I haven’t been successful in it.”

“I assume until now,” Harry hum and you nod smirking.

“Yeah. The last test results came back very good, quite promising. It’s still not the end of the process, but it’s a huge step.”

“That’s great,” he smiles at you and though you know he probably understands just a fracture of the whole process, he can still figure out how important it is. “Congrats, Y/N.” “Thanks,” you breathe out, pride filling your chest as you shut the computer off. “I guess this is my cue to end the day,” you smile at him before packing up everything, getting ready to finally leave.

It’s not the first time Harry is spending the evening at your place. You often have dinner together, or watch a movie whenever you get home early enough to do that. Through the time you’ve spent together because of his job you’ve grown to be friends above everything. Good ones, in fact, which is a big deal for you since making friends has never been an easy task for you.

You bought takeout on the way home and as Harry set the table you poured yourself a glass of wine, knowing well Harry would never drink when he is on duty and he is basically working all the time he is with you, so you’re drinking alone. You both sit to the dining table, starting dinner together in a comfortable silence. It’s another thing you appreciate about Harry. He doesn’t try to talk when it’s not necessary, you hate small talk, you’d rather sit in silence than talk about something nonsense and Harry is a partner in that.

“When do you need to leave work tomorrow to get to the party on time?” he asks breaking the silence and you freeze. His eyes fall on you, examining your features for a moment before he smirks. “You forgot about it?”

“I just… thought it’s going to be next week,” you truthfully admit.

“We talked about it last week,” he smirks at you playfully. “And I told you it would be next week which is… this week.”

“I know how the days work, Harry,” you give him a look of ‘give me a break’ before you turn back to your food. “I just…”

“You just forgot it,” Harry finishes for you, and you just roll your eyes at him.

Glancing at him over the table you wonder if he’ll wear something different than is usual attire he always wears. Black suit with a white shirt underneath, the top two buttons left undone, giving you a tiny peek at the tattoos on his chest. You know those are not the only ones, you’ve seen him with the suit jacket off before, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his whole left arm is covered in ink and you wish you’ve had the chance to take a better look at them.

Harry is such an intriguing person in a lot of different ways. He definitely likes to keep things to himself, not one to ask for attention and it’s not just because of his work, it’s his personality. However he is good with people, interacting with them, being social. A skill you haven’t really mastered yourself yet and you probably never will. He always seems to know what to say, you’ve never seen him even the slightest bit anxious or nervous before, the confidence he holds is unmatched and it makes it hard to not think about him in ways you shouldn’t be.

After dinner he helps you clean up, just like he always does before heading out, but before he could leave he stops and turns back to face you.

“Oh, a friend of mine is visiting from the UK on Sunday. I already mentioned it to you before, but I was hoping I could get the afternoon off,” he wonders and you nod right away.

“Of course! I’ll be just fine at home,” you smile at him.

“Thank you,” he smiles back before walking out of your place at last.

Because of the party in the evening you are forced to stop working early the next day. It’s weird to leave the office in broad daylight, but you know today can’t be one of those days when you end up seeing the new day in the lab.

Harry was right yesterday, you completely forgot the whole party thing, meaning you didn’t plan anything ahead and you had nothing to wear, so through the day you called your sister, Mara to help you out. She was more than happy to lend you anything you needed. She meets you at the office, beaming to spend some time with you finally. It’s not that you don’t like her company, but you are quite different, is all. Your sister didn’t get sucked into the world of science, though she definitely has the bright mind to take up on any field she would want to explore. But she was more into the world of art, having written her first fantasy novel at the ripe age of twenty, she is now a bestseller author at only twenty-nine with a bubbly personality and basically every trait you never owned yourself.

“Harry! So nice to see you again!” Mara beams at the man as the three of you meet up at the lobby.

“Hi, Mara,” Harry smiles with a tiny nod.

“Alright, I have everything you could need so let’s head to yours!” your sister cheers before you make your way out to your cars.

Arriving to your home Harry splits from the two of you, letting you to get ready in peace and also to get ready himself. Mara didn’t joke when she said she has everything you need, the trunk of her car is basically filled with clothes and shoes, there’s no chance you won’t find something to wear tonight.

She orders you to take a quick shower as she unpacks everything she brought and when you emit from a cloud of steam with a towel wrapped around your body and one on your head, Mara gets down to work.

“So do you have a date for today?” she curiously asks while she does your makeup.

“Huh, yeah, sure,” you huff ironically. “It’s just gonna be Harry and me.”

“So Harry is your date?” her ears perk up, but you’re quick to protest.

“Of course not! He comes with me everywhere,” you mumble with your eyes closed as she is doing something on your eyelids.

“But it could be a date,” she offers and you huff in disagreement.

“You know that’s not how it works, Mara.”

“You are making it more complicated than it is! No one would blame you if you just… went for it! Harry is obviously an attractive guy.”

“Then maybe you should date him,” you bite back bitterly. Growing up you weren’t the boys’ favorite, they always paid all the attention to your sister. It’s not that you blame her or them, she always had a more capturing and lively personality that attracted people naturally. But it made you wonder if there was something wrong with you, spending all your time with your nose buried in a book or doing researches for fun while Mara was out with her friends, living her best life. Even her published books were inspired by her personal life experiences.

“Y/N,” she sighs, her hands leaving your face so you open your eyes to look at her disapproving expression. “You obviously like him so I would never do that and besides that, he for sure likes you too.”

“What’s not true,” you deny right away, but then you look at her curiously. “But why would you think that?”

Mara smirks at you tilting her head to the side, seeing right through your act that you’re not interested in Harry. Of course you are, but you choose to keep it at bay for the sake of his job.

“Y/N, I see how that man watches every move you make. It’s written all over his handsome face.”

“Of course he watches my every move, that’s his job!”

“No, it’s different. You’ll see it sooner or later,” she smiles before ordering you to close your eyes again so she can finish your makeup.

Mara does wonders to your looks, the makeup look she does on you already makes a huge difference since you don’t bother to do anything on your every days. But she didn’t stop there, she made your hair look like you just stepped off of the pages of a magazine and the dress the two of you chose was the cherry on the top. The emerald green dress was tight around your curves, showing just enough of your body to be still considered modest, but also have some spice. And though there are a lot of advantages of the dress, your first and most important thought (to you at least) was how well it goes with the color of Harry’s eyes.

“I’m a genius,” Mara sighs satisfied with her work as you slip on the pair of nude heels and put your necessities into the little clutch you’re taking with you. Just when you’re gone with everything, the doorbell rings and your heart jumps in your chest, knowing that Harry is standing on the other side of the door.

“I’ll get it for you,” Mara smiles rushing to the door as you walk into the hallway, standing a few feet behind her so as she opens the front door and Harry comes into view, over Mara’s shoulder his eyes easily find your figure standing there, feeling a little awkward and self-conscious, like you are about to go to prom with your crush. Difference is that you are not a teenager anymore and you aren’t going anywhere together together. Tonight is just work for him.

But as his bright green eyes fall on your frame and you see his lips slightly part, you can’t help but allow yourself to think for a moment that it’s more than just work. That he feels the same way about it as you do. Though you don’t voice your hopes and just smile at him faintly, hoping you don’t look completely ridiculous in your outfit.

“Harry, come on in!” Mara invites him into the apartment and he walks in, wearing his usual black suit with the difference of having a tie on around his neck, his white shirt is appearing neat and crispy and his sometimes unruly curls are now gently combed back a little so his curls are not falling into his forehead.

“Hi,” you smile at him nervously fumbling with your clutch as he takes a few steps closer to you.

“Hi. You look… beautiful,” he smiles back at you a little breathlessly as he takes a respectful look down your body before his green irises meet your gaze again.

“Thank you. You look great too,” you chuckle softly. “Should we… head out?”

“Yeah, sure!” he nods, offering you his arm and you link your arm with his instantly, hoping you won’t trip in your heels. “Lock the door when you leave, Mara, alright?” you call out to your sister who is watching you smiling.

“Sure! Have fun!”

You wave at her one last time before walking out and shutting the door closed behind you.

This party is held every year at Pharma-Z, mostly this is the time when the brain meets the money. Investors and funders like to meet the people behind the million dollars researches from time to time and this is the occasion where both sides show up. Julian always asks you to be social and try to mingle, but the whole thing feels forced and painful for you. You’d rather just be left alone with your researches and projects without having to schmooze to the people who give you the money for your hard work.

It’s held at one of said investors’ luxurious penthouse, that doesn’t even look like someone’s home with the huge outdoors infinity pool, the spacious and modern interiors and the expensive looking decoration that was put up just for the occasion.

“Y/N! I’m so happy you are here!” Julian approaches you with a drink in his hands and you’re happy to see a familiar face in the crowd. You don’t really know others from work, only your little team you directly work with and of course, your boss, Julian.

“It’s not like I had a choice,” you chuckle giving him a short, friendly hug. Julian is far from a nightmare of a boss some people have to face at their job. He is an actually nice and very smart and intellectual person. The pharmaceutical industry can be harsh and dark, the competition between the businesses is way more intent than people think. This is why you need the protection. Some companies profit off of the fact that cancer has no cure yet. They make money from all the treatments that doesn’t even guarantee full recovery. A lot of big fish don’t want the cure, because that would make them lose a good chunk of their income and some of those would even go to the depth of hurting you for being so close to ruining their business with your invention. Pharma-Z is luckily a genuine company that wants to help sick people and that’s why you’re working there.

“You know how important it is for the company,” Julian sighs, but he understands how uncomfortable these events make you feel, though he can do nothing to help you. “Harry, nice to see you again,” he smiles at the man by your side.

“Julian, nice to see you too,” he nods, shaking hands with your boss.

“Mingle a little so people can see and meet you, alright?” Julian requests and you just nod silently before he moves on to the next group of people.

You get yourself a drink to ease your nerves a little as people start approaching you. Some of them you’ve met last year, but there are a lot of new faces. Your project has brought in quite a few new sponsors and investors and now they want to meet you and talk about the research their money is going into.

You try your best to keep a smile plastered across your face as you tell the people the same thing over and over again, receiving praise and compliments on your work before moving onto the next conversation just to start over again.

You can feel your social batteries running out, not sure you can put up with another conversation with a wealthy investor who wants you to know you have a job because they gave money for your project in hopes of you bringing more money to them.

Harry has stayed by your side the whole evening, and you didn’t notice but he kept examining you every few minutes to make sure you were holding up and he noticed how tired you’ve grown from socializing for so long.

“Y/N,” he softly calls out, his palm finding the small of your back. “Why don’t we get some fresh air?” he kindly offers and you immediately understand that he is trying to get you away from the guests and the overwhelming conversations you’ve been dealing with. Nodding you let him usher you outside, finding a spot where the two of you can be a little alone.

“I fucking… hate small talks and being nice to everyone,” you let out a long and heavy sigh, as you lean against the railing, paying just one short glance at the city’s bright lights under your feet. Harry chuckles shortly.

“I figured. You’ve been chewing your lips so hard I was afraid you’d start bleeding.”

Now that he has brought your attention to it, you realize you are doing it again, so you let go of your bottom lip from between your teeth and it brings out another chuckle from Harry.

“I’m just… not good with these… social stuff.”

“I disagree with that,” he hums, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Oh please, if you haven’t realized it, my number of zero friends is a tell, I think.”

“Come on, it’s not zero. You’re friends with Mara.”

“But family doesn’t count, she is kind of forced to be my friend,” you shrug, making him laugh.

“Okay, but I’m your friend too, aren’t I?” You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“You spend time with me because it’s your job.”

His eyes soften on you as he leans against the railing next to you, looking so effortlessly handsome and charming, you almost need to take a deep breath at the sight of him. And the cheeky smile on his pink lips is definitely not helping your case.

“I know you didn’t mean that. You’re a smart woman, Y/N.” Reaching out he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he inches closer a tiny bit. “I think we stepped over the line of just work.”

“So… you consider me your friend?” you ask shyly.

“If you have to ask maybe I’ve been doing something wrong,” he chuckles softly, making you smile too. Folding your arms a shiver runs down your spine from the cold evening breeze. “Are you cold?” Harry asks, but before you could even say a word, he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Oh, thank you,” you breathe out shyly.

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yeah, I think I might need another one,” you chuckle and nodding he tells you to just stay there until he gets you a new one.

Turning towards the view, you enjoy the lonely moments for a little, not too keen on going back inside and keep up the façade of interest any longer. You’d rather just head home, maybe have another drink with Harry on your couch while you watch a rerun of whatever show is on TV and then fall asleep after a hot shower. You’ve been working way too much lately and it’s just now crashing down on you. Next week you definitely should cut back on your hours at the lab, the project is already going amazing, it won’t hurt if you actually had some rest before you lose your mind.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you think it’s Harry returning, but as you turn around you are faced with a stranger, a man who is staring down at you with bloodshot eyes and… a gun pointed at you.

Your breath hitches, your blood freezing in your veins at the sight and your legs almost give up underneath you.

“What… who are you?” Your voice comes out as a whisper, tears already flooding your eyes as you melt against the railing as if you had anywhere to go, but you have no chance against him.

One glance at the gun allows you to see that it has a silencer on, with the music coming from inside and no one around, if he shoots you, he’ll be able to get away before anyone realizes what happened.

The man doesn’t answer, just holds up the gun, aiming right at your chest and you close your eyes, thinking that this is it. This is how your life ends, in the middle of a posh party with no one around to help you. Your lips are trembling and hands are shaking as you hold onto the railing, waiting for the inevitable to come, keeping your eyes shut, not wanting to see your killer as the last thing you see before you go.

And then you hear the muffled gunshot, making you scream in fear, your knees turning into jelly, but the pain never comes. Instead, you hear grunting and growling as a body falls to the ground in front of you.

Your eyes snap open and you see Harry straddling the man, the gun lying near your attacker’s hand and he is trying to reach it, but before he could, you kick it away as Harry throws a punch at his face that stops him from trying too hard to free himself.

The next few moments are so busy and blurry at the same time. Your legs give up underneath you, making you fall to the ground, your whole body shaking in waves. In the meantime Harry gets the man into a position where he can be easily controlled and people start flooding out at the scene, helping Harry while security working at the party take the man, the police already on its way.

When Harry can finally step back from the attacker, his eyes fall on your figure and he rushes over to you, kneeling down next to your trembling body, cradling you into his arms upon seeing how shaken up you are.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s over, you’re alright,” he murmurs, holding you tight as your fists grab onto his shirt, your breathing is uneven, the oxygen barely makes its way into your lungs as you’re panting and gasping from the shock. “Come on, let’s get you inside, Y/N,” he gently tells you, helping you up from the floor even though your body feels like a pile of brick.

You can feel everyone staring at you, whispering behind your back as you try to hide in Harry’s arms while he walks you back inside, away from the man that tried to take your life. He walks you into one of the bathrooms and closing the lid he sits you down to the toilet while he grabs a towel and wetting it he kneels in front of you, tapping the cloth to your cheeks gently. You haven’t even realized that you’ve been sweating from the shock and the coldness feels amazing against your burning skin.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, but not even you are sure why.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” he gently murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze as you shut your eyes closed. He grabs a glass from one of the cabinets and fills it with water handing it over to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble, bringing it to your trembling lips, but before you could drink it, your eyes snap up to meet his gaze. “And thank you for… what you did.” Your voice dies down at the end, the picture of the man pointing the gun at you still living so vividly in your mind.

“No need, it’s my job after all, right?” he chuckles softly, making your lips twitch the slightest bit before you start sipping on the water.

The police show up soon and they arrest the man who refuses to talk. They also request you to give your statement about what happened, but Harry manages to let you just give them the brief story and go in sometime soon to give them your full statement so you don’t have to spend any more time there. They are quite sure the man was hired by someone who doesn’t want you to finish your project, and it’s scary how far some people are willing to go just for the money, just to keep sick people in suffering for their own benefit.

Heading home you stay silent as Harry drives, staring out the window you let the nightlights of the city pass by you while you still see the same face, the face of the man that held a gun at you tonight. The gunshot is still ringing through your ears, it was so close, so real… of course it was real! All of it was real and your life was on the line. If it weren’t for Harry, you wouldn’t be here right now.

Arriving to your home Harry helps you out of the car and you cling onto his hand as you head up to the apartment. He keys the two of you into your home, flicking the lights on and looking around before you go further inside, just to be sure.

“It’s all clear, don’t worry,” he murmurs as you nod and make your way into the bedroom. Kicking your heels off your feet you sit on the edge of the bed, letting out a long breath, feeling your limbs loosening up a bit for the first time in the past hour.

Harry moves around the place doing whatever before he joins you in the room, kneeling in front of you his hands find your bare knees and your eyes meet his worry-filled green irises.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he softly asks and you nod your head. “Come on, I’ll start the water for you.”

He helps you up from the bed and walks you into the bathroom. You stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do as he starts running the water in the walk in shower before he steps back to you.

“Would you…?” you ask, turning around, needing help with the zipper of your dress. Harry clears his throat as his fingers work on it and a moment later the fabric loosens around your frame as you hold it to your chest with your arms. Turning back around you peek up at Harry and you notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

“I’ll be outside at the door, okay?” He whispers, his fingers delicately touching your cheek as you nod before you watch him walk out and close the door behind him.

The hot water feels freshening, like it could burn away the memories even though it’s still so vivid in your mind. You stand under the running water longer than you intended, but it feels nice and needed. Once you’re done, you wrap yourself into a fluffy towel and walk out of the steamy bathroom only to find Harry sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting like a loyal puppy. When he sees you, he stands from his spot and you don’t miss the way his eyes scan over your body that’s barely covered.

“Alright, I’ll go now, but if you—“ “Don’t!” you gasp, panic taking over you at the thought of being left alone. One of your hands grasps his arm to stop him from moving and he freezes in his spot, staring back at your fearful eyes. “Please, stay here,” you plead, voice barely over than just a whisper.

There’s a heartbeat of a pause in him as he is watching you intently and for a moment you think he’ll say no, but then his hand finds yours on his arm and he gives it a gentle squeeze as he nods.

“Okay.”

You let out a long, relieved breath as you ease into comfort. He’s staying, he’ll be with you all night, protecting you from everything and everyone.

“Can I take a shower too?” he asks softly and you nod, stepping to your wardrobe to get him a clean towel. “Thank you. I’ll be back shortly,” he tells you before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door closed behind him.

You hear the water running again and you find yourself standing at the same spot as you listen to the noises coming from the bathroom. Harry is in there, soaking under the water naked and you can’t take your mind off of how badly you want to be there with him.

It’s not just because of what happened tonight, though it made you realize that you don’t have much time to waste. Nothing can assure that you’ll live another day and you don’t want to deny happiness from yourself. You want to be with Harry and as far as you can make it out, he feels the same way.

Upon a sudden decision, you pad your way over to the bathroom door and open it carefully, the warmth immediately hitting your face as you step inside and close it behind you. The glass of the shower is steamed up, you can only make out the blurry frame of Harry in there and you wonder if he heard you come in, but it doesn’t seem like that. His clothes from the night are lying on the floor in a pile, his watch that he always wears is carefully placed next to the sink.

Your hands grab onto the edge of the towel around your body and you unwrap yourself, hanging it up on the wall before stepping to the shower. Hoping you won’t scare him, you open the door, the steam immediately hugging your naked body warmly and you see him standing there with his back facing you as you step into the spacious walk-in shower.

He notices your presence, you see him freeze mid-movement before he peeks over his shoulder, his eyes falling on you as he slowly turns, facing you completely. Standing in front of him completely bare, you feel more vulnerable than ever in your life. You’re scared that he is going to send you away, that he won’t let you get closer to him and if that happens, you’ll feel humiliated, but he just stands there in his naked glory and doesn’t say anything, so you take it as a chance to shoot your shot.

Reaching up your hands slide to his hard chest, up to the base of his neck as you push your front against his, skin to skin with the hot water running down your bodies. His hands find your waist and you could cry from the feeling of his touch on you. Pushing yourself up to your tiptoes your nose nudges against his as your eyes fall closed.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, stopping you right when your lips could meet. Opening your eyes you see the hesitation in his green irises that appear so much darker than they usually do.

“Do you not want it? You don’t want me?” you whisper.

“I do. It’s not that,” he sighs shaking his head slightly. “But you went through a lot today. I don’t want you to make decisions you might regret in the morning.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs on your lips at how considerate and protective he is over you, thinking that this might be just something that crashed over you in the heat of the moment, but it’s been in the making from the first day you met him. Despite all your protesting against him, you knew you needed him and not just as your guard. He is what’s been missing from your life all along, you just never realized it.

“There’s nothing I could regret when it comes to you, Harry. I needed tonight to open my eyes. Our days are counted, I’m done running from my own happiness.”

He lets out a long, shaky breath as his hands hold tighter onto your waist while your hands run up his neck until your fingers tangle into his wet locks.

“I need you. And not just because of tonight. I’ve always needed you.”

“I’m here, Y/N. I’m all yours,” he breathes out before his lips smash against yours all wet and hard, but it’s the most heavenly feeling you’ve ever experienced.

You become a mess, tangled in each other, lips melting together as your hands explore naked limbs and torsos, bodies pressing tightly against each other shamelessly. Harry walks you backwards until your back hits the cold tile and you let out a whimper as you arch your back at the sudden feeling, just as his head dips down, lips attacking your neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin. Your light leg lifts as his hands wander down your thigh, your hips pressing together and you feel how hard he is, his cock pushed against your other thigh, making you moan at the feeling. Reaching down you blindly wrap a hand around the base, giving him a few slow pumps, earning a guttural growl from him before his lips return to yours, kissing you hard and filled with passion. His hands are all over you, on your thighs, ass, back and chest, as if he was mapping your whole body wanting to remember how every inch feels under his touch.

Without tearing his lips away from yours, he blindly reaches behind him, shutting the water off before urging you to jump into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. He carries you out of the shower, placing you to the counter next to the sink as he stands between your legs, his hands once again finding your breasts as they knead them, making you whimper and shake under his touch. It’s euphoric and addictive, you already know you won’t be able to go a day without feeling him against you like this.

“Bed?” he breathes out against your mouth and you nod eagerly. Reaching to the side he grabs a towel, wrapping it around you, tapping and squeezing you to dry you off, throwing fits of giggles when you grab it and wrap it around his body as well.

The towel falls to the floor abandoned and forgotten as he lifts you off the counter and brings you to the bed, laying you down and holding himself up above you with one arm. His other hand cups your cheek and turning your head you kiss his palm gently, eyes glued to his as he settles between your legs.

“Are you sure about this?” he breathes out, his lips dancing against your cheek and the corner of your mouth.

“Yes! Harry, please!” you beg with a whimper, your whole body aching to feel him inside you.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, love,” he kisses you as his hand leaves your heated face, runs down your naked body until his fingers reach your throbbing clit.

He slides two digits through your already wet folds, but just to work you up even more he starts drawing circles on your bud, turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. Your fingers dig into the lean muscles on his back, feeling them twitch from his movements and one hand sliding down to his ass, grabbing a handful of him while pushing him closer to you, his erection pressing against your core.

“Harry, I need you!” you moan, not able to contain yourself any longer. You need to feel him, you need him as close as possible.

Reaching over to your nightstand you grab a condom from the drawer, ripping the package open with your teeth before you carefully grab his erection and roll the condom down his length, ready to finally feel him inside you.

He flicks his fingers on your clit one last time before his hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps while his soft lips kiss down your jawline and throat, his face hiding in the crook of his neck. Your arms circle around his shoulders, your chest heaving from the sensation as he positions himself just right, the tip teasing your hole. Harry lifts his head up, his bright eyes finding your gaze just as he sinks into you, filling you up perfectly.

“H-Harry! Fuck—“ you gasp at the feeling, your walls stretching around his thick cock as he stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size.

You draw your legs up, giving you more space to go deeper as he starts thrusting, sliding in and out of you oh so perfectly, inching you closer to your relief with each movement. You cup his face in your hands, staring into his eyes as if you could see his soul in them and for a split second, you feel like you actually do. His lips are parted and the cross pendant is grazing your chest while he fucks into you, never falling out of his rhythm.

You want to beg to him not to stop, to keep moving and moving, but no words can leave your mouth as your back arches, your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. You start grinding your hips in sync with his, allowing him to reach deeper into you, making your toes curl from pleasure.

“Harry, I’m gonna—I-I’m gonna—Ah!” You can’t make up one coherent sentence as your legs start shaking, feeling your orgasm taking over your body.

“I know, baby. Let it go. Let me make you feel good,” he pants, his lips kissing you everywhere he can reach, your lips smashing against each other in a messy kiss, your tongue meeting his in the middle just when you reach your high.

You moan and cry out his name, fingers digging into his flesh as you chase your release. Seeing you fall apart underneath him is enough to throw him over the edge, spilling himself into the condom as his mouth hangs agape, your name falling off his tongue as if it was the holiest glorification. Combing your fingers through his hair you hold him to your chest as he collapses on top of you, his head lying on your naked chest as you both try to catch your breath in the sudden silence that came over you without the sounds of your passion.

Rolling off of your body he slips out of you, an empty feeling taking over you right away, but he is quick to cradle you into his arms to keep the intimacy. You lay your head to his chest, a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you, but you couldn’t care less. You listen to his steady heartbeat as you draw one of the swallows on his chest with your finger, running it over the lines of the ink. You want to soak in the moment and stay in it for as long as possible, but you can barely keep your eyes open. As Harry’s fingers are gently running up and down your bare back you let your eyes close and the last thing you remember is hearing his soft whisper.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”

You wake up without an alarm in the morning and it’s the first time for that in a long-long time. You stir and groan before you open your eyes, your hands reaching out next to you, looking for the man that was next to you when you fell asleep, but there’s nothing and no one beside you now.

Panic rises in your chest as your eyes pop open and you frantically look around in the room, hoping to see him somewhere near, but you’re alone.

“Harry?” you call you as you sit up, holding the sheets to your chest since you’re still naked. No answer comes and you can feel your heart rate rising instantly.

Getting out of bed you grab the nearest clothing item you find which is an old hoodie, and you put on a pair of clean panties before you carefully walk out of the bedroom, afraid of what you might find outside, but it’s completely silent and still, no one is around. Harry has left.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, feeling the lump in your throat growing as tears are forming in your eyes.

Where did he go? Why did he leave? Is he coming back? Is he gone forever?

You can’t stop yourself from going into depth you shouldn’t, just because you don’t find him first thing in the morning, but you still haven’t entirely recovered from last night’s events and before you could stop yourself, you are thinking about the worst possibilities there could be.

And then you hear the lock turning in the front door.

Blood rushes out of your head as you freeze, afraid it’s another attacker and this time you won’t be as lucky as you were last night. But as the door opens Harry walks in with a paper bag in his arm and you can’t help, but start sobbing at the sight of him.

“Harry!” you cry out, launching at him and he barely have time to put the bag down before he catches you, locking you in his strong arms.

“Hey! No need to worry, it’s just me!” he soothes softly, his hands running up and down your back and head. “I’m sorry I scared you, just wanted to get you something to eat, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head as you try your best to hold back your sobs.

“I just woke up alone and I thought…”

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have left while you were sleeping. But I’m back and I’m alright.”

You just nod, hugging him a little longer before you loosen your hold around him to lean back and look him in the eyes.

“So… you’re staying? With me?”

“If you want me to, yes,” he nods with a soft smile as he cups your tear-soaked face in his hands. “I’ll keep you safe and sound and I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“Just be yourself and… be with me,” you shyly ask him and he nods, his smile growing into a wide grin before he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet, intoxicating kiss.

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