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ｃｏｎｖｅｎｉｅｎｔ ｃｈａｎｃｅｓ II
🎱 pairing: yandere!stalker!enhypen x fem!reader
🎱 cw: language, non-con kissing and touching, reader gets tortured-ish, slight dumbification, use of the nickname "doll"
🎱 wc: 3k — read part one and three here
YOU AWOKE TO the feeling of the once running vehicle coming to a complete stop, doors unlocking at every which side.
Niki nudged your exhausted body, “Rise and shine, sleepy head.” Meanwhile, Heeseung hooked his arms under your armpits, guiding you out of the car. Your legs hit the ground, drawing your attention to your surroundings. From what you could tell, it was still fairly late in the night, and you were in the middle of the woods. Not too unfamiliar of a scene to you, but still a good ways away from civilization.
Jake ran over to hold your feet, Heeseung and him now holding you in a hammock position. They carried you past a campfire to a ledge on the cliff where the rest of the boys were standing ominously, Sunoo deciding to stay back in the car.
“Now look. We're not gonna hurt you unless we have to, so consider this all an unruly warning. A reminder of who you belong to,” Jay slithered, grabbing a stick from the ground to trail your frightened features. “You're not making any sense, Jay! If this was all apart of your plan to get my attention, why’d you have to kill Mandy?”
The six boys exchanged looks, laughing hysterically at your pitiful state.
“We didn’t kill her, jackass,” Sunghoon spat.
“What do you think life is? Some sort of simulation where people do the same things every single day?”
“She got the night off,” Jake finished, “so I covered for her shift.”
You internally sighed in relief, "Great, so you’re just trying to scare me, then?”
Heeseung peered at you from above, “Are you scared?”
You spat in his face, causing him to snicker in amusement. He dropped one of your arms to wipe your spit from his face, holding you up by one arm. “I like her," he grinned, reached down to squeeze your cheek harshly.
Jay stuck the stick he held in the fire before sealing the red hot edge at the side of your waist.
“Ahhgg,” you groaned in pain, provoking Jay to dig the burning stick even further into your skin, “Don’t fuck this up for me, love. I'm trying to be nice here, and you're only making things more difficult.”
“Alright, ladies, let’s stay on track, please,” Jungwon complained, impatiently nudging Jay’s shoulder.
“Right. We’re gonna ask you a question. Though, there’s only one right answer.”
“W-wha-what?"
“Slow down, dummy. Let him finish,” Niki retorted at your stuttering.
“Fuck this, walk her to the ledge,” Sunghoon directed, Heeseung and Jake guiding your frame to the cliff, their grips tightening around your wrists and ankles the more you struggled against them.
“It’s like you want us to punish you,” Heeseung smirked, swinging you back in forth dangerously close to the edge, Jake chuckled at your trembling. You screwed your eyes shut, preferring not to see whether they’d actually throw you over the cliff or not.
Jay stood in the background, observing your terror before speaking.
“There are two ways this night can end, ____. One, you fight back and my boys will do with you as they please.”
Jungwon and Niki snickered to each other.
Your lower lip quivered at the sound of their devilish tone's, feeling your arms and legs go numb from the awkward position you hung at.
“Two, you and I continue our relationship as if nothing ever changed and you swear your loyalty to me.”
“Booooo,” Sunghoon whined sarcastically, “I like the first option better.”
“The choice is yours, love. So choose wisely.”
“Fuck," you groaned exhaustedly, "fine! I’ll go with you! Just please make them put me down!”
“Tsk tsk tsk. You were so close, love, but I’m not sure if I favor the delivery of your answer. Try again, sweetheart, I know you can do it.”
“J-Jay,” your voice cracked with frustration, feeling the two rascals starting to swing you again.
You hated that he persisted on making this a difficult situation for you, even though you had already complied. You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking away the moisture in your eyes before continuing.
“I’ll go with you, Jay. I swear, I won’t leave you again!”
“And?”
“And my love and loyalty belongs to you, Jay. Always and forever.”
The wilderness fell silent, the sound of your jagged breaths filling the atmosphere.
Jay kneeled down to meet your tired figure that hung in the air, pulling your face to his before kissing the corner of your lips.
“I know, my love. And I’ve worked so hard to make sure you finally know that, too.”
He gave Jake and Heeseung a look before they released your aching limbs from their hostile grasp, your body flopping on the rocky ground.
“Eugh,” you grunted as Jay pulled you into his hold.
“All of you get in the car!” Sunghoon ordered, rounding up the rest of the boys as Jay carried you to the vehicle, dropping his friends off at their places before bringing you back to his house.
Your new “home.”
THE NEXT DAY, you and Jay were at a fancy restaurant just like old times. He bought you the most lovely black dress and stilettos to wear for the evening, complimented with pearl accents that matched his fancy wrist watch. It had been a while since you went out for food other than the convenience store, especially not with your ex-boyfriend.
He pulled your chair out for you before sitting at the other side of the table, analyzing the menu before initiating small talk.
“So, how’s life been? We haven't had many opportunities to catch up in a while.”
You ran a finger over the dish titles under the plastic covering of the menu, “I don’t see the point in discussing my life details with you when I’m sure you’ve already seen everything.”
Jay paused for a moment as if hitting a brick wall, clenching his jaw at your reply.
“Can’t you see I’m trying here, ____?” He pleaded, looking into your frustrated eyes, “I know I can’t take back what I’ve done to you, but this is a start. I already explained that my intentions were noble, I just-“ he paused again.
“You’re just crazy about me, right? Is that it?” You teased, crossing your legs under the table.
Jay snickered, showcasing his cat-like teeth.
“See? I knew you understood me,” he feigned glee, peering in a little closer over the table before whispering, “now stop disrespecting me or I’ll take your ass home and demonstrate just how crazy you make me.” His hand found yours, giving it a gentle squeeze that didn’t match the cruel nature of his words.
What was wrong with him?
“Good evening, and welcome to The Diamond. What can I start you guys off with? Drinks, appetizers?”
"I'll start with an iced lemon water,” Jay smiled, “and for you, love?”
“Iced water sounds lovely,” you smiled back, fighting the urge to kick him under the table.
“Anything else before we move onto entrées,” the waiter asked. Your eyes were so stuck on a Jay that you hadn’t realized it was Niki dressed as the server. You felt like the ceiling was caving in on you.
“Is everything okay, Miss?” Niki asked sarcastically, tilting a mocking head at your anxious state.
“Y-yes, I’m alright,” you stammered, trying to remain calm.
“I’ll let you know if we need anything else,” Jay finished, Niki bowing before running off to serve other tables.
“You brought back up?” You scoffed, shaking your head at him.
“No, doll, I’ve only ordered water so far. No need to panic, I’m paying anyways,” he chuckled, observing the menu once again.
You hated the nickname doll, as it only added to your circumstances of being his play thing. You watched as a thick bead of water trailed down the side of your glass, a bright yellow lemon floating in the mixture. You stuck your bare hand into the cup, bringing the lemon to your lips to suck on.
The slurping noises you made caught Jay’s attention, “What’re you doing, ____?” He asked in shock at your sudden change in behavior.
A few drops of the lemon dripping on your tits, drawing Jay's attention to your cleavage. You got up from the table, feeling Niki's threatening gaze burn holes into your back. You pushed your chest out, “Can you clean me up, Jay? I’m such a mess,” you pouted getting on your knees for him.
“____, this isn’t funny. You know better than to act out in a place like this.”
“Don’t keep your dumb doll waiting, Jay-Jay,” you ignored him, reaching a hand to stroke his thighs.
He snatched your wrist with such a force that the contact with his skin and yours made a snapping sound.
“That was your last strike, love. You don’t get any more chances to behave.”
For whatever reason, you didn’t feel threatened by his words. You knew that your actions would only lead to the inevitable cycle that Jay planned to evoke on you anyways.
He guided you through the restaurant, a few people observing the event in disgust. “She’s just a little tipsy,” Jay remarked halfheartedly, rushing through the doors before shoving you in the passenger's seat of his truck.
“What the hell was that, Jay?”
“Pfft, you’re asking me that?”
“How am I supposed to trust you when you bring your goons around to watch me? When you threaten my safety over my emotions?”
Jay shook his head at your words, “you're not the victim here, love.”
You scoffed before he continued.
“I may have hurt you physically, but you broke my fucking heart, and that can never be healed. Not until I correct your behavior,” he frowned, pulling into a driveway.
You didn’t bother asking why you were here because you knew this place all too well. It was the same place he’d take you whenever he wanted to “teach you a lesson.”
He called it his classroom.
So here you were, a student smelling of sweet citrus with your aggravated teacher and his hostile cane. You imagined each whack would feel more like a hit to your mind than it’d hurt you physically. Because that was the thing about Jay.
He’d cut you from the surface, but forget that those wounds often travel much deeper.
He held the small of your back as he guided you to the doorstep at the front porch, taking in your nervous frame.
“____,” he began, taking your hands in his but your gaze fell to the ground, fearful tears starting to spill from your eyes. So much for holding it in all this time.
“Save you tears love,” Jay continued, lifting up your face and wiping the moisture from your cheeks, “I’m not gonna hurt you anymore.”
His words delayed your tears mid-stream, staring into his eyes with confusion.
“What are you saying, Jay?” You sniffled.
“I’m saying that I considered your words. 'How can you trust someone who hurts you?' That’s what you said, right?”
You hummed in response, more keen on listening to him than speaking for yourself.
"Well. In that case, I promise that I'll never lift a finger against you in a violent way. From now on, my hands will only be used to love and adore you, my love. Do you understand?"
You felt the tears starting to form at the corners of your eyes again.
This promise of his was almost too good to be true.
"Y-yes, Jay," you hiccuped, face feeling hot from the breath you held, "I understand."
Suddenly, he pulled you close to him, tenderly connecting his lips with yours. You didn’t reject his kiss because for whatever reason, you craved his comforting.
He broke from the embrace, unlocking the door to reveal the oozing black that danced within the structure of the eerily familiar house. He nodded, initiating you to enter without his force. "I'll see you in two hours," he said as you noticed the six pairs of soulless eyes staring back at you. Your legs grew stiff, but Jay pushed you in, locking the door behind you before going about his evening.
You beat on the door like a mad woman, “Fu- ughh! Jay! Please don’t leave me in here with them,” you screamed desperately, shaking at the door knob in terror. You heard footsteps approaching you from behind before Heeseung, the eldest of the bunch, grabbed your shoulder viscously, pinning you against the cold door.
“Nice to see you again, cutie. I’m sure you remember me from our last encounter,” he grinned, leaning in to breathe his hot breath against your neck, “it’s funny how you smiled in my face while I thought about getting you in a position like this,” he bit down on your skin, “vulnerable, and so fucking pretty for me,” he groaned, harshly kissing at your neck.
Sunghoon pushed him out of the way, giving him a fed up expression, "and I’m sure you remember Jay’s rule.”
Heeseung wiped the wetness from his mouth, “yeah? And what rule was that, fun police?”
“That we’re allowed to mess around with her how we please as long as we avoid leaving any obvious bruises,” Jake finished, cringing at the teeth marks Heeseung left on your neck.
“Hmm,” he hummed in thought, “I should’ve went for the tits.”
You felt nauseous in the middle of all this, having to listen to the perverted boys debate on they'd abuse you. Niki made his way around the corner, walking in your direction.
He pouted back at you facetiously, punching you in the stomach and snickering as you fell to the ground, “you’re such a fucking crybaby,” he spat, grabbing you by the hair just to let you go harshly.
You looked around the dark room, noticing Sunoo standing in a corner alone, mirroring your anguish. You got up and ran to him, falling in his lap before weeping. “Sun, I know what I said to you, but-" your words were cut off by him pushing you away, the back of your head clashing with the hard floor.
“You don’t get to call me that anymore,” he bit back, walking over you as if you were a piece of trash, “finish her off, Jungwon. I don’t wanna have to hear her screams once you get started, so I’ll be outside.”
“Me, too,” Jake added, “I don’t have enough energy for the crybaby tonight,” he rolled his eyes, joining Sunoo outside.
“As you wish, hyung,” Jungwon grinned, grabbing you by the hands before dragging you to the center of the room. The four remaining boys huddled around you like kids in a candy store. Jungwon and Niki held your arms and legs down while Sunghoon kept your head in place.
Heeseung walked over with two large buckets of water, placing them down before coming over to straddle your frame. “How about we play a little game. As I'm sure you’ve learned, there's only one right answer,” he slithered, snaking a hand down to pinch the soft skin of your thigh.
"Your body will give me your answer before your mouth does,” he grinned as Sunghoon reached his hand over to cover your mouth. You fought under Niki and Jungwon’s grip, muffled screams rumbling from your throat.
“I’ve heard that most girls scream when they like it,” Sunghoon chuckled. Heeseung removed Sunghoon’s hand before forcing his tongue past your lips, his tongue fighting against yours.
Sunghoon tried holding your head in place, but he lost his grip as you shook away, biting down on Heeseung’s lip, “FUCK,” he grunted, tasting his own blood fill his mouth.
"She's definitely more of a fighter than a lover," Jungwon began amused, "maybe that's why Jay had so much trouble keeping her around."
By now, you had long forgotten about the large buckets of water sitting a few feet away until Heeseung’s weight left your body, grabbing one of the buckets before dumping it over your face in a stream that lasted thirty seconds.
You hiccuped on the water, struggling to fight the agonizingly steady stream.
“Jake, Sunoo!” Heeseung growled, calling the boys back in.
“Yeah, what’s up?” They asked in unison.
“I’m gonna need a lot more water,” Heeseung ordered, watching you pant for breath beneath him. “Any last words before they get back, because I’m afraid from here, you’ll only be able to burp for the next week," he snickered.
You shook your head violently, more so as a cry for help than an answer to his sadistic question. Heeseung grabbed the second bucket of water, cooing at your misery, "I guess you're choosing to end things on a cliff hanger, for now," Niki smirked, swapping places with Sunghoon so he could restrain your head movements.
That's when the second dry-drowning circuit began, Heeseung pouring the chilly water all over your face. This stream lasted longer than the last one, or maybe it just felt that way because you hadn't had the chance to catch your breath.
The devilish boys would continue to do this for another two hours until Jay came back, occasionally playing with your body in between sessions.
You were soaking wet and your skin seemed blue, considering that you actually passed out a few times from the abuse. Goosebumps stained the surface of your skin as if you they were permanent, feeling as though your life had been completely washed out of you.
Jay didn't bother hanging around at the house before guided you to his car, thanking his friends for “handling you" while he was away.
“So,” Jay began, driving you off to God knows where, “how were they?”
You picked at the skin of your nails, failing to get a hold of your nerves. Your dress was still damp from everything that happened, and your hair was a complete mess. You looked a wreck from the outside, but that hardly compared to the agony you were suffering from on the inside.
“Great,” you replied with a pleasant expression and tone, almost sounding genuine.
"You don't have to lie to me, love. You look dreadful," he admitted, resting a hand on the bumpy skin of your thigh.
"To look on the bright side, I'm sure you learned a very valuable lesson. Hmm?"
"Yes, I did," you replied, your eyes fixed on the dark city skyline ahead of you, lost in your pain.
"Lovely. Now let's get you home and cleaned up. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."
Ｔｏ ｂｅ ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ.
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𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄
summary: just some short and sweet cuddling headcanons
pairings: mammon :: belphie :: barbatos :: dantalion :: valefar (my ocs) x gn! reader
warnings: only me playing favourites again ♡ + one teeny tiny allusion to lesson 16
obey me! masterlist || similar post: kiss me more
𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍
After your first week in the Devildom, Mammon’s understanding of personal space is as follows: His personal space is his and your personal space is also his. The rest of the brothers love to poke fun at him for it but he’s glued to your side now, throwing an arm around your shoulder or using your head as an armrest whenever he sees fit.
So it should come as no surprise that, once he basically moves into your room after making a pact with you, he’s going to cuddle up to you every chance he gets. In his defence, this is most likely unintentional, seeing as Mammon nearly flings himself out of bed at the realisation that you had been leaning on his shoulder for a good chunk of the movie you were watching, sending snacks flying everywhere.
Once your relationship becomes more settled and the white-haired demon owns up to his true feelings more, however, his reactions to cuddling are less dramatic. Yeah, you’ll still have to be the one who asks and deal with his aloof reaction but that’s okay when he can’t look you into eyes as he hides his face behind his hand and makes no fuss when you drag him to bed. Soon thereafter, it’s basically like he’s trying to melt into you though, as much of him touching as much of you as is humanly and demon possible. He’s also a living furnace, which is great in a realm where the sun doesn’t shine.
𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄
Yeah, good luck ever getting up again, I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day or the following ones, for that matter. As the king of ‘five more minutes’, Belphie is going to keep you in bed with him way longer than you anticipated, courtesy of the iron grip he has on you even while asleep. Sure he told you it’ll only be a short nap but honestly, you should know better by now.
On the plus side (was the beginning even a downside?), you can lay down in whatever position you want to because Belphie will just contort himself around you, making you question whether he actually has bones. If he cuts off your airflow again, it’s because he plopped his entire weight down on you just to snuggle up to your chest like an overgrown cat.
You made the mistake once to card your fingers through his hair and it lulled him to sleep so fast he now practically demands you do it every time. Whether it’s pouting at you or just taking your hand and putting it on his head, he’ll make it known you’re neglecting your poor demon if you don’t. Still, cuddling with Belphie guarantees you the best sleep possible; even if you wake up super disoriented, not knowing which year it is, at least you’re well-rested (Insomnia? We don’t know her).
𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒
Congrats! You managed to pry Barbatos away from babysitting— I mean serving Diavolo! Your reward is seeing the busy demon relax for once in his long life.
The air is infused with the soothing fragrance of tea leaves as your cups happily steam on the bedside or coffee table, depending on where you choose to snuggle up, the tea never going cold thanks to Barbatos’s magic.
Another rare thing to see -or rather to feel- are his bare fingers trailing over your sides, dipping under your clothes to trace random shapes onto your skin as you rest against his chest. Every now and then, he’ll bow his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, not hiding how his lips curl into a fond smile. While he loves to take care of you and draws energy from it, if you run your hands through his hair and lightly massage his scalp, his usual composure will give way to a demon who’s putty in your hands.
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍
This man only has the best silk sheets and will coax you into sleeping over more often than not. Sure, he could visit the House of Lamentation but why would he set himself up to be interrupted by those nosy brothers (no offence). Besides, you’re always running around appeasing their whims, you should take a break and let him spoil you.
Cuddling really is just a part of an entire routine of destressing for him. From sharing a meal to washing the dirt of the day away with a shower or bath to changing into soft, top-quality loungewear or pyjamas and snuggling up on the couch or bed, this demon will make sure you’re not lacking anything. The lights in his house seem to always dim to the right brightness and colour and there’s calming music playing from somewhere.
But, of course, cuddling doesn’t have to be an orchestrated act every time. If you ask him to hold you he will gladly do so, cooing at you or talking about his day if you want him to. Despite taking the shape of a peacock, Talion’s voice is actually incredibly soothing and he chuckles quietly whenever he lulls you to sleep with it. He’ll even fan out his tail feathers over you if it makes you happy, even if it means rustling them in the process. Smoothing them out again is well worth it for the way you run your fingers over them as you study their colours in awe, both your silent and verbal praise making him preen with pride.
𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑
Valefar wants to be the big spoon, not only because he feels like he can protect you this way but also because this way you wouldn’t notice his heated cheeks. It’s not like he’s insecure to the point where he thinks you holding him would undermine his masculinity, he just needs to hold you close in peace after a stressful night at the casino.
But it’s all good, his defined muscles make for a comfy pillow and if you fall asleep watching TV, he can easily pick you up and carry you to bed without disturbing you. Whenever you cuddle, he also always lowers his voice to a husky murmur, the vibrations of which will travel from his chest to your skin.
In the tranquil moments where it’s just you and him, Val loses all the brashness he’s feared for, his calloused hands hovering over your form as if he’s scared he could hurt or taint you. Just take them in yours and settle them on your hips, squeezing them encouragingly to tell him ‘It’s okay’ and he’s falling for you all over again, especially if you pair it with a chaste kiss on his cheek. As a greed demon, however, once he’s had a taste of your affection, he will take everything he can get, now coming up to you out of the blue, hugging you from behind whenever he sees fit.
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Lipstick Stains - Pt. 17
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Larissa Weems x fem!reader
summary: you finally get a chance to paint Larissa (smut ensues).
words: ~ 3.1k | ao3 link in title
A/N: once again thank you to @afeatherformills for all of the planning and beta-ing, and to my gf as well. i drive both of them crazy and am eternally grateful that they haven't yet told me to stick this fic where the sun don't shine :')
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That Saturday you were deep in thought as you navigated the halls of Nevermore, making your way to Larissa’s office. So deep in thought that you hardly noticed Enid walking past you.
“Hey!”
Your head snapped up and you looked around for the source of the voice. Finding it, your face softened and you stepped towards the blonde. “Enid. You okay?”
She hesitated for a moment, her face falling a bit. “Yeah, I guess. Thanks for convincing Weems not to expel us.”
You laughed. “I didn’t have to convince her of anything. Is she really that stern?”
Enid’s lips curled up into a smile. “Sometimes. She can be really cool, but sometimes she’s a bit scary.”
“I’m sure it’s just because she cares,” you replied - truth be told you’d seen Larissa’s ‘scary’ side in action when dealing Wednesday, and you could certainly understand Enid’s point. But as long as Larissa’s anger wasn’t directed at you, you thought your girlfriend was kind of hot when she was angry - a fact you decided to keep to yourself.
“Maybe.” Enid shrugged. “Say hi to Weems for me.”
“Sure,” you replied, feeling yourself blush. As you were about to say goodbye, you were struck with an idea. “Wait.”
You reached into your bag, with Enid watching you curiously as you pulled out your sketchbook and flipped to a random page, scribbling your number on it and tearing it out.
“Here. If you guys are in trouble again, you should have someone to call.”
She took the paper with a shy smile. “I’m never going back out there again. But… thanks.” Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she entered your number and shot you a text. “Now you have mine, too.”
“Thanks. Stay safe, Enid,” you teased gently, earning yourself a giggle from the young girl.
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“Come in,” called Larissa’s smooth voice as you knocked on her office door minutes later.
You did as you were told, closing and locking the door behind you. The sound of the lock clicking was not lost on Larissa, who looked up from her laptop with a smirk plastered on her face.
“Hello, darling,” she purred, her fingers pausing in their frantic typing as she waited for you to cross the room, drop the large canvas bag you were holding, and give her a kiss. “Pretty girl,” she mumbled against your lips as she pulled you onto her lap. Deepening the kiss, she flicked her tongue against yours, drawing a breathy moan from your throat which she swallowed eagerly. Her hands came to rest on your thighs, rubbing circles overtop your trousers as her breathing became more shallow.
You chuckled into the kiss, pulling back reluctantly - Larissa let out a little whine, pouting slightly as she stilled her hands in their movements.
“Rissa…” you whined playfully, wrapping her arms around her neck. “I wanted to paint you while we still have some natural sunlight.”
“Mmm, I know, I know.” Larissa sighed, resting her forehead against yours and sliding her hands up to your waist. “Just tell me what you want from me, I’m all yours today.”
“Thank you.” You smirked, pressing a kiss to her cheek and whispering in her ear - you didn’t miss the shiver that ran down her spine as your warm breath hit the side of her neck. “I actually had an idea for what I wanted to do, may I ask you to accompany me to your bedroom?”
Larissa threw her head back as she laughed, squeezing your waist. When her laughter died down and she locked eyes with you once more, you were met with amusement and desire in equal measure. “Lead the way,” she replied with a smirk as you slid off her lap and held a hand out for her to take, grabbing your bag with the other hand.
She placed her palm in your own and stood, following you to her quarters and straight into her bedroom. “And what will you have me do in here?”
“Well I noticed that the light that comes in here in the early afternoon would be perfect for painting you.” You placed the bag you were carrying at the foot of the bed and looked around the room, your eyes falling to Larissa’s vanity. “Can I move this?”
Larissa chuckled, eyeing you curiously. “That’s fine…” She helped you clear it and drag it to the end of the bed, then sat down at the edge of the bed, kicking her heels off and watching you set up your tabletop easel, a canvas, and your paints. “And how will you have me pose? Would you like me naked in my bed?” she asked playfully.
“You know I would never object to having you naked in your bed,” you teased back, watching Larissa blush, her lips curling up into a shy smile as her gaze dropped to her lap. Once you were satisfied with your set-up, you stepped in front of Larissa, placing a finger underneath her chin and lifting it until her gaze met yours. “I was thinking we could get rid of some of these clothes though…”
You gave Larissa’s collar a playful tug, receiving an eye-roll and a fake-annoyed huff in return. With a soft smirk playing on her lips, she undid the belt of her dress, then the top buttons, then tugged it over her head, dropping it onto the floor.
“This too.” You snapped the strap of her bra - she reached behind herself, unhooking her bra and tossing it onto the dress.
“And let me help you with these.” You hooked your fingers under the waistband of her underwear, never breaking eye contact as you dragged them down her legs. You could see her lips part, her tongue darting out to wet them as she spread her legs open for you. When you dropped the underwear to the floor and stood again, you found yourself standing in between her thighs. Larissa’s hands came to rest on your hips, her eyelashes fluttering as her gaze flicked down your body.
“You know it’s more than a little unfair that you’re still fully clothed, darling,” she husked, watching you with doe eyes.
“Yeah? I can change that.” You stripped yourself of your own clothing under Larissa’s hungry gaze, tossing the garments onto the growing pile. “This better?”
“A little.” Larissa bit her lip. “I know something else that could help.” You raised an eyebrow as Larissa stood from the bed, towering over you as she straightened to her full height. Grabbing hold of your waist, she spun you around and pushed you back onto the bed before crawling on top of you and looking down at you. “Much better,” she purred.
Smirking, you reached down to grab the backs of her thighs. “If you want to be on top so bad you only have to ask,” you teased. “You know what I’ve been wanting to try?”
“Hmm?”
“Having you sit on my face.” You gave the backs of her thighs an insistent tug. “Interested?”
Larissa let out a little groan, leaning down to capture your lips in a lustful kiss.
“Is that a yes?”
You couldn’t help but grin as Larissa rolled her eyes, shifting so that her bare pussy was hovering over your face, her plush thighs bracketing your head. “Yes, that is a yes, darling.” Her entrance glistened with her arousal, the scent of which was already beginning to drive you mad. You wrapped your arms around her thighs, pressing soft kisses to her skin that caused her to let out little whimpers.
“Whenever you’re ready,” you breathed - she began to lower herself onto your waiting tongue, which immediately traced a path up her slit. “Fuck, you taste amazing.”
Larissa’s hips found a good rhythm, rolling against your face and matching the pace of your tongue as it circled her throbbing clit. Loud, breathy moans fell from her lips as she cupped her own breasts and rubbed her palms roughly over her nipples. From this angle it was hard to see her face as she tilted her head back, losing herself in pleasure, so you focused on the sounds of her moans and the lewd noises of your tongue against her wet cunt, on the feeling of her smooth thighs under your hands, on the sight of her tits bouncing slightly with every buck of her hips.
“Mmm you look so good touching yourself like that,” you moaned against her pussy, allowing your tongue to explore her folds before slipping it into her entrance. Her walls clenched around you and her hips stuttered slightly in their movements as she stammered out a breathy reply.
“Y-you feel so good…”
“Look at me,” you commanded, waiting until Larissa’s eyes - dark and hooded - were on you before thrusting your tongue into her hole, as deep as you could. You could see her cheeks flush and her breathing falter for a moment as she adjusted to having your tongue inside of her. You groaned as you watched her watch you, as she rolled her own nipples between her fingers while you fucked her.
As she bucked her hips against your face you ran your tongue back up her slit, wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking feverishly. Larissa’s movements became more and more erratic, her moans growing in volume as you found just the right pressure to bring her over the edge.
“I’m s-so cl- mmh- close, I can’t - shit-” Larissa’s voice was hoarse as her thighs began to tremble around your head - you could tell she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up much longer. You moaned against her clit, tightening your hold on her thighs in encouragement. Larissa fell forward, catching herself on the headboard and crying out in pleasure as she came, her juices coating your tongue and dripping down your chin.
You continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning her up and simultaneously savoring the taste of her. As you felt her thighs shift slightly beside your head, you helped her swing one leg back over your body so that she could lie beside you, breathing heavily.
You pushed her back onto the bed and kissed her eagerly, swallowing her moans as she sucked her arousal off your tongue. When you pulled back, you couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of her lipstick smeared up to her nose.
“Wait here.” Pushing yourself off the bed, you went to the bathroom to wash your face, getting a makeup wipe and a damp washcloth in the process. Catching sight of Larissa’s bathrobe hanging on the back of the door, you slipped it on, taking a moment to revel in its softness before stopping by the kitchen to fetch a bottle of water.
Returning to the bed, you found Larissa watching you with an amused grin on her face, her eyes dropping to the makeup wipe. “You’re still planning on painting me, aren’t you?” she said with a chuckle.
“Yep - now drink some water and then hold still.” Larissa did as she was told, humor dancing in her eyes as you cleaned her up - first her thighs and cunt, then the bottom half of her face. “Can I redo your lipstick?”
Larissa blushed and nodded. “It’s in the drawer of the vanity.”
You took your time to reapply her lipstick, careful to get the edges just right. Larissa was a perfect model for you, holding perfectly still and watching you with hooded eyes. You unpinned her hair, arranging her curls over her shoulders until they hung just right, before moving onto the rest of your “scene” - adjusting the sheets until they were draped over Larissa’s body, revealing the tops of her breasts and clinging to her curves. The early afternoon sun filtered in through the window just how you had envisioned, giving you enough natural light to be able to work properly.
She was an absolute vision, the sun illuminating her blonde curls like a halo, kissing the tip of her nose and giving her a healthy glow. Mascara-coated lashes fluttered a bit against her cheeks when the sun got too bright for her eyes, almost pale blue in this light. You laughed and told her to move her head back a bit, an instruction which she happily complied with.
Sitting down at your easel, you wasted no time in beginning to paint - it was a portrait you’d envisioned painting time and time again, and you were thrilled to finally get the chance. There was something about the shapeshifter in this light, with a post-sex glow about her, that made the moment so special to you.
“You could’ve been a model, you know?” you teased, your heart melting at the pink hue that immediately rose in Larissa’s cheeks. Her lips stretched up into a wide smile that made her laugh lines more prominent and caused her eyes to crinkle at the outer corners - all of the little lines that gave away her age only made her more beautiful to you, stealing the breath right from your lungs.
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” Larissa’s voice was low and sultry, and she shifted underneath the sheets, cocking her head to the side - something that you immediately reprimanded her for, shooing her back into position.
“I’m serious though. Did you always want to become a principal?” You eyed Larissa as her expression turned thoughtful.
“Not always. What I did want, even in school, was to become a teacher. I’ve always loved working with children, even as a teenager I tutored younger students. But what these kids really need, as outcasts, is someone to advocate for them, and I can do so much more in my role as principal than as a teacher.”
Larissa’s passion for her job never failed to bring a smile to your face, and you glanced over at her between strokes of your paintbrush. “Do you miss teaching?”
“Sometimes…” Larissa’s smile turned pensive, a little sad. “I felt more connected to my students when I taught them directly every day.”
“You really seem to care for them, you know? Like they’re your own.”
“I do… When you get to watch them grow every day over years, they start to feel like family. I’ve always wanted my own…” she trailed off, her expression wistful. A long silence hung in the air and suddenly, Larissa’s cheeks turned red, her gaze dropping to her hands as she began to fidget. “I’m sorry, darling, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She seemed unable to meet your gaze and you cocked your head to the side - the nervous energy radiating off of her was almost palpable. You set the brush down to give her your full attention.
“Why not?”
Larissa’s blush only deepend, and she sighed. “I’m getting too old for that, anyway. I turn 50 next year, that part of my life has long passed.”
“You could still have that,” you argued - with me, you wanted to add, but you didn’t.
Larissa scoffed, waving a hand in front of her face to distract from her (unwarranted) embarrassment. “You’re young - you’ll learn that you can’t have everything you want in life, and that’s alright. My students are enough for me.”
As much as you wanted to argue with her, you remained silent, mulling over her words in your head. The thought of Larissa settling, giving up on her dreams and desires due to something as stupid as age, broke your heart. You wanted kids, too - maybe not right this second, while you were still in college, but you could see yourself in a few years, chasing a blue-eyed, platinum-blonde-haired toddler around the home you’d share with Larissa.
“I don’t think you should give up your desires so easily,” you murmured, more to yourself than to Larissa.
Larissa’s eyes darted to meet yours for only a moment before looking away again. She seemed deep in thought, her brow furrowed a bit. Shaking her head gently, she rolled her shoulders back and let out a deep breath, plastering a smile onto her face - it was neither a genuine smile nor a fake one, but rather something in between.
“I’m sorry if I upset you,” you whispered gently.
“You didn’t upset me, my love, that I can assure you,” she whispered back with equal tenderness.
Standing from your seat you rounded the vanity and stepped up to the bed, leaning over Larissa to cup her cheek and kiss her. When you pulled away, her smile was considerably more relaxed, the lines between her eyebrows nearly gone.
You spent the rest of the afternoon talking and painting. Occasionally you’d catch Larissa giving you a once-over, but she waved it off every time. Not wanting to push her again, you ignored it and allowed her to steer the conversation.
Larissa mentioned Mayor Walker’s funeral the following day and you told her you’d be there, as Robin’s family had been quite close to the mayor and his family. When you asked if Larissa would mind you saying hi to her if they saw each other, she chuckled.
“Darling, I think the secret is out - if Enid knows about us, everyone at this school does.”
You blushed a little at that, but Larissa reassured you that it was alright, she’d love to see you - that small fact made your heart flutter, and you ducked your head behind the canvas to stop Larissa from seeing how red you’d gotten as you added a few final touches to the painting.
“There.” You smiled proudly as you looked between the painting and Larissa. “All done - well, not done done. I need to add some details, and I’ll need to finish parts of the background. But your part is done, you don’t need to sit here while I do that.”
Larissa sat up to stretch, the sheets falling off her body to reveal her rosy nipples and the swell of her stomach. She smiled softly as she caught you staring at her. “Put that paintbrush down and come here,” she cooed.
You did as you were told, getting up and going to crawl towards her on the bed. She gave your legs a tug, signaling for you to straddle her. Her fingers came to the tie of your robe, giving it a gentle tug and then pushing the robe off your shoulders. She leaned in to kiss you, her bare chest pressing against your own in a way that made your whole body shiver.
Smirking against your lips, she wound her fingers into your hair, her nails scratching lightly against your scalp. “How about you let me show you how much I appreciate you working so hard for me this afternoon, hm?” Her words drew a moan from your throat and you allowed her to push you onto your back and have her way with you, kissing her way down your body and eating you out as if you were her last meal until the both of you were absolutely spent.
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“Oh, you're still here ?„
Arlecchino x Reader.
No warnings!
note: aaaaaAAAAAAA that one isn't as good as the others but my brain ran out
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A child comes to you, handing you a card orned with drawings of trees and snowmen. “Look! That's my wishes to Santa!„ a smile creeps on your face and a chuckle escapes you. You carefully grab the card to read what the child had written.
“Dear Santa! I hope on Christmas we can all play together and that Father will be home with us!„ your heart warms up at the sweet words. You know every children in the orphanage hold Arlecchino dearly in their heart. After all, she saved their lives.
You hand back his card and gently pat his head. “That is a lovely wish you have made. I'm sure Father will be home to spend some time with you.„
You could feel an hesitant tug at your sleeve. A little girl looks up at you with big puppy eyes. “I... I don't know what to write on my card...„ she shyly admits. You chuckle quietly and take her hand to guide her to the nearest table.
Helping that poor child, you yourself hope your wife will manage to get home to spend time with you, but you'd understand if she can't. After all, being an Harbinger isn't an easy task now, is it?
You already met Pierro once, and Archons, you felt so tiny and vulnerable, as if he could crush you at any moment. You almost met all the other Harbingers in fact, beside Dottore. Arlecchino always forbids you to, she doesn't want this sick twisted doctor to try anything funny with you.
Once every children finished their cards, you gesture them to come over and give it to them. “I'll go deliver them to Santa~!„ is the plan, but you know that it isn't the case. You'll keep it to yourself and try to make their wishes come true, as best as you can.
You aren't actually working in the House of the Hearth, but since you are Arlecchino's partner... You are allowed to come and go as you please as long as you don't do any harm to the children.
As the last kid hands you his card, he takes your hand in his, pleading eyes. “Could you make Father do a card too ? It'd be nice!„ the others' eyes shine with stars at the thought. “I will.„ you promise, not even knowing if she'll come home, and that even if she does... How the fuck are you going to do it?
Anyway, it's only three days after that while you're chilling in your quarters, or more likely - Arlecchino's quarters -, reading a book, you hear the door shut close and her figure walking closer.
“Oh, you're still here ?„ she glances at you, tossing aside her jacket. “I thought you would've been to your house.„ stepping closer, she leans against the desk, taking the book from your hands.
“Still reading Princess Mina of the Fallen Nation? Wasn't it what you started when I left?„ she questions. Well, that is true that you're taking a while to read it, but... “I have been busy around the orphanage...„
Raising an eyebrow with a smirk, she places back down the book, “Oh, really ? How so?„ her voice drips with malice. It gives you butterflies. Your cheeks take a soft pink tint. “I helped with the children, of course... I tried to keep them entertained.„
She loves the idea of you taking care of a kid, that's a fact. Her hand reaches to the side of your neck, and you slightly jump at her sudden touch. “... Such a scaredy kitty. What have you done with the children? I hope they haven't caused any trouble.„
You quickly dismiss her words - or somehow worries - “No, no of course not! They are adorable!„ she chuckles, cupping your cheek, caressing it with her thumb while being careful to not hurt you with her nails. “Since it's soon Christmas, I.. I made them do some Christmas cards.„
Her eyes close, seemingly in thought, and she sits on the table. “Christmas cards, huh... What a stupid thing. How can it be useful?„ she opens her eyes once again, letting them bore into yours. “It isn't specifically useful but... It made them happy to do it, so I wouldn't call it stupid.„
“No, it's true. It isn't stupid. It is just very childish, and it doesn't surprise me from you.„ she teases, creeping closer to press a kiss over your nose. “I bet they love you.„ you nod. You couldn't deny what's true.
“They do, but they love you too. And they miss their Father.„ her eyes widen slightly in surprise, a deep chuckle leaving her lips. “Is that so... I am glad they recognize to who they owe something.„
You roll your eyes at her words. Suddenly, you feel yourself lifted, and pinned down to the bed. “However, I missed you the most. Would you be so nice to let me engulf into you again?„ she asks, but you know it isn't a question. It's an order.
“Wait...! The children want you to do a card too..!„ she shakes her head, “Not now. Right now I need to be with you. So anything else isn't important.„
She doesn't leave any room for argument. Her lips collapse against your in a fervent and hurried kiss. She claims your lips for the first time of the night, but clearly not the last. You are definitely in for a very long night.
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Seduced by Shadows
Summary: Y/N summons her demon boyfriend Bang Chan for a movie date night but things quickly escalate as the atmosphere gets hot and heavy.
This is my own work not a reblog! Please do not repost or translate.
Content Warnings: demon sex, magic used in sex, oral (male receiving), face fucking, cursing, pet names, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up people!), established relationship, rough sex, breeding kink, marking, possessive language, shameless smut, fluffy smut, domestic fluff, porn with feelings, Minho and Changbin make a brief appearance, demon form during sex, cum swallowing, demon summoning, an attempt at comedy
Word Count: 4,914
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It's been a very long day at work and all Y/N wants to do now is relax and unwind, she's had enough of her bosses nagging her and customers walking all over her. She hurries home as fast as she can and quickly grabs some chalk to draw the all to familiar summoning circle placing a candle around each point.
Happy with her work, having done this many times before tonight, she dusts her hands of the chalky substance and runs upstairs to her bedroom to make herself look a little more presentable. She applies some light makeup, a simple red lip with sleek winged liner, and puts on a sleek form fitting black dress before kneeling at the base of the circle and whispering a small spell to summon the great demon prince Bang Chan into her home. Almost immediately the white chalk lines are replaced by vibrant blue magic and she can instantly feel the crackles and sparks that shoot off from it, a gust of wind sweeps around the room before settling back down leaving a beautiful young man firmly at the centre.
Once the dust settles the man walks out of the circle and smirks "hey there babygirl, what took you so long?" he rolls his strong shoulders letting the bones crack with each movement "almost thought you weren't going to summon me tonight" he pouts slightly as he offers a hand for her to take which she happily does as he pulls her to her feet ``sorry Channie got held up at work stupid boss wouldn't let me leave, came home as fast as I could" she smiles sheepishly at him.
He chuckles softly taking hold of her chin turning her face towards his own "it's alright babygirl no need to apologise" he wraps an arm around her waist pulling her close against him "you look so fucking beautiful tonight baby~" his other hand slides down her back caressing her skin gently "what's the plan?" Y/N sighs contentedly feeling the demons strong arms wrapping around her so tightly "thanks you're not looking so bad yourself" she giggles as she looks him up and down his red hair is styled up and out of his face, his dark eyes shine beautifully and the intricately decorated jacket he wears shows how regal he actually is "I figured we could have something to eat, maybe watch a movie cuddled under the blankets'' she gives his chest a tight squeeze "wasn't sure how long we'd have before your bodyguards show up but wanted to do something nice tonight… I don't know if you remember but it's been a year exactly since I first summoned you" she blushes slightly feeling a little silly under his brooding gaze.
He nods stroking her cheek lovingly finding her embarrassed blush so very cute "of course I remember that sounds perfect babygirl, we can order some takeout, I'll even let you choose what movie we watch" he winks playfully giving her ass a playful slap making her jump slightly and let out a squeak "after all it's been a year since the best night of my life" Chan pulls her in for a soft kiss before adding "as for the bodyguards, Minho and Changbin won't be showing up anytime soon" he murmurs into her ear "we've got all night baby~" he wiggles his eyebrows seductively, she giggles at the seductive look he's giving her "really how do you know? because I don't want them walking in on us like last ti-" he stops her sentence with a soft kiss and a low growl "that won't happen again, no one but me gets to look at my baby's body" he stares down at her possessively making a shiver of anticipation crawl up her spine.
Her gaze moves from his eyes to his soft plump lips thinking to herself how kissable they look, realising she's getting distracted she shakes her head of the thoughts starting to niggle in the back of her mind, she pulls away from his body slightly and grabs his hand leading him to her kitchen where she digs out some takeout menus to look through "where do they think you are Channie? surely they know your here with me again" she asks with a raised eyebrow as she hands him a couple menus to look through "I left a few tasks to keep them busy, told them they were of the utmost importance to keeping the realm safe" he chuckles as she gasps and pushes his chest "if they find out you're here they'll kick your ass" she shakes her head at his antics "I had to tell them something!" he laughs as he explains his thoughts "they can try and kick my ass but I am a prince of Hell, plus if they do find out you never know maybe they'll understand, they already know I have a soft spot for you babygirl" he winks and pulls her into a warm embrace "if by some miracle they DO show up I'm here to protect you, they'd never lay a hand on you" she sighs and rolls her eyes playfully at him.
She picks up a menu for a pizza place, basic but yummy and not too heavy, and nods towards the paper asking him to tell her what he wants "you're going to get in so much trouble for being here again aren't you?" she asks as she wraps her arms around his body burying her face in his clothes, enjoying the way his scent wraps around her making her feel safe and loved, he quickly points to a pizza he likes then curls his fingers under her jaw and presses his forehead to hers whispering "maybe but I don't care anymore even my father couldn't keep me from you, you're going to be my queen one day" his promise makes her chest tighten as he smiles enjoying their embrace before reluctantly pulling away to let her order the food. She takes the menu and orders two large pizzas with extra cheese and pepperoni. It doesn't take long for the food to get there so they gather up from blankets from Y/N's bed and huddle onto her sofa.
She turns on a movie she knows they've seen a few times before and cuddles into his arms as they eat. Y/N cuddles up to Bang Chan's side as he drapes a large fluffy blanket over the two of them, once settled he places a soft kiss on her forehead as they start watching the movie "you know, when I first summoned you..." at her words he turns to look at her face intrigued "I never could have imagined I'd be having domestic as fuck movie dates with the crown prince of Hell" she giggles as she teases him, he chuckles at her teasing "yeah yeah I know, I'm a big bad demon and we're watching fuckin' Bride Wars while cuddled on your small ass sofa" he jokes as he pulls her closer to him as he sighs contentedly "the shit you do for love" he smiles as he kisses her lips gently. The word 'love' makes her heart thud rapidly against her ribs "I love you too Channie" she returns his kiss eagerly.
He wraps his arms around her tightly as he pulls her closer to his chest "I want to spend every moment with you, to just lay in bed with you every night and wake up to you every morning" he kisses her hair softly "I don't want to let go ever, I can't wait for the day I get to take you back with me rather than having to leave you here alone" his words almost make tears of happiness well up against her lashes ``want to spend the rest of my life with you Chan" she moves her hands to her fingers wrap around his jaw as she pulls him down into a passionate kiss. He lets out a low laugh as he leans down to kiss her again "I want that more than anything babygirl and I promise as soon as I can guarantee your safety I'll take you to Hell with me" he says as he begins to nibble along her neck gently, his fingers moving to run through her hair as he pours all his feelings of love and affection into her skin.
She sighs softly as she feels his warm lips on her skin "I'll make sure you keep that promise" she replies as she moves the hair from her neck giving him more access to mark her body the action making him smile as he continues to kiss her neck and shoulders nibbling on the sensitive skin, he leaves small red and purple marks peppered over her neck and collarbone. As he moves one hand to cup her face and bring her head close to his so he could look into her eyes "you'll stay with me? Forever?" he asks as he looks deeply into her eyes. She nods her head "forever" she promises as she shimmies the blanket off her body as she climbs into his lap, she wraps her arms around his neck "let me show you how much I love you Channie" she kisses him, licking over his bottom lip with her tongue making him groan as he grabs onto her hips pulling her closer towards himself as their tongues dance together passionately.
His other arm wraps tightly around her waist holding her firmly against him as she bites his lip gently before breaking apart panting heavily Chan looks at her with love filling his dark eyes "my beautiful baby…" Y/N pulls away from his lips to kiss down his neck and jaw leaving her own little bites and marks, claiming him as her own knowing that his court would know who left the marks on their prince. Once satisfied she moves her hands down to unbuckle the belts tied around his waist, next she unbuttons his shirt and pulls the material off throwing it to the floor, taking a moment to run her hands down his exposed body.
The demon prince lets out a low sigh as he feels her touch sending chills down his spine as he leans back and closes his eyes enjoying the sensation of her hands caressing his bare chest. With each movement of her fingers he can feel the warmth radiating through his body enjoying the way her nails dig into his skin "so pretty" she smiles as she kisses down his body moving off his lap to sit on the floor between his feet. She runs her hands over his muscled thighs then settles her hands on his belt slowly undoing the leather material letting it also fall to the floor.
He looks down at her with an intensely lustful gaze as he bites his lip at the feeling of her teasing his body. Chan reaches down to run his fingers through the silky length of her hair as he feels his body reacting to the seductive touch of her fingertips Y/N moves her attention to Chan's hardening length, she applies slight pressure making Chan suck in a sharp breath as she plays with him "don't tease babygirl, it's been too long since I've felt your hands on my body" she bites her lip nodding almost obediently as she motions for him to lift his hips so she can tug his pants down. As he sees her motions he lifts his hips allowing her to pull his pants down with ease, as soon as they are down she licks her lips at the sight of his pretty pink cock a bead of precum dribbles over the head of his length.
Chan growls in warning as he sees her staring "what did I say about teasing me?" he groans "sorry baby just love your cock, so pink and pretty" she smiles as she leans forward to lick off the precum from his head, she gives teasing licks and kisses down the length of his dick. He groans low in his throat as she starts licking his cock, the feeling of her tongue running along his shaft sends shivers across his body as he arches his back slightly urging her to stop teasing him "mmmh.." he moans softly. His big hands flex and grip onto the sofa cushions "ah ah" she tuts as she uses her hands to push his hips down and keep them there "we're doing this my way" she smiles as he looks down at her not fully sold on relinquishing control however his the worry soon leaves him as his mind goes blank when she wraps her lips around the head of his cock giving the slit as few licks then moving back to soft sucks around his cock head.
As she sucks his cock head he lets out a shuddering moan her soft sucks aren't quite enough, he starts gripping the cushions tighter as he begs "mhmm.. baby, please" Y/N feels pride swell in her chest at his reactions to her touch but she wants to explore his body "wanna take my time Channie, we're always rushing because of your bodyguards" she flattens her tongue against the underside of his length using her tongue to lick at the veins running along his length, moving her right hand from his hip she spits into it before gripping his length giving it short pumps. His eyes roll back as she spits into her hand and starts applying sweet pressure to his dick, he can feel pleasure starting to spark in this body "you're killing me babygirl," he pants "please let me fuck you already" she simply shakes her head as she rolls her wrist tightening her hold on his length letting her hand rub up and down as her mouth focuses on the head, she gives him a few hard sucks before she starts to move him slowly down her throat licking anywhere she can as she does, keeping up the rhythm with her hand.
His eyes close as he feels her hands and mouth working together in perfect harmony, she's always been good at making him melt with her touch, but this is on another level. Her tongue feels so sinfully good as he clutches onto the pillows and moans her name, as she moves her head further down taking in more of his length she keeps a firm hold on his length making sure every inch of him is covered and pleasured as best she can with his impressive size. Her thighs start to rub together in a bid to create some much needed friction as wetness starts to collect between her legs, having him in her mouth and hearing his moans turning her on quickly. He feels every movement in her throat, every twitch of her tongue, every touch of her hand. He's almost at the point of no return, and she hasn't even taken all of him yet. He knows he's done for as she steadily takes his full length down her throat, the tightness and wetness of her tongue and throat making his length throb as a low moan leaves his lips and his hands shoot out to take a hold on her head.
Suddenly she pulls off his length completely taking a breath as her hand keeps pumping him, when she's gotten a lung full of air she takes him back down her throat to the hilt and takes a hold of his hands and pushes them into her hair making him take a hold of her "shit~ you sure babygirl?" he asks, she taps his thigh to give her consent as he starts to fuck her throat his hips thrusting up into her mouth starting slowly at first to let her adjust. She takes everything he's got to give, her throat working against him in a rhythm that drives him wild. Her hair slides through his fingers as he tightens his grip, his eyes closed tight as he fights to maintain control and not go too rough. He can feel his release building in his balls, the pressure building with every stroke of her throat, his grip tightening as the rock of his hips increases as he fucks his cock down her throat as carefully as he can.
She moans around his length as he takes control of her body, the vibrations flow straight to his cock making him choke out a loud groan "fuck...fuck... close" he moans out as his grip on her hair becomes almost bruising, she uses her tongue to lick against his cock as he moves faster down her tightening throat. He feels his orgasm building, and with a grunt he grips her hair even tighter, his thrusts becoming more frantic, harder, his breathing quickening. Then it hits him, with a loud moan of her name he holds her head firm against his body as he cums hard down her throat as his grip on her head loosens she slowly pulls away from his cock making sure to clean him clean as she moves away, looking into his eyes she licks her lips and any precum left on her fingers "you good baby?" she asks with a giggle as his chest heaves heavily.
His breath coming in ragged gasps panting for air he nods, letting his hands run over his face before looking back down at her and nodding slightly, "yeah I'm fine..." he says softly, "I think you just sucked my dark soul out through my dick" he chuckles as his breathing evens out. She giggles at his dramatic comment "glad you enjoyed it baby" she crawls back onto his lap as she nuzzles his neck with her nose, Chan basks in her loving attention for a moment before he grins at her mischievously. His dark eyes glow blue as his magic crackles into existence, he clicks his fingers and teleports them to her bed where he throws her down and crawls over her body with a predatory gaze.
He smiles widely when they arrive at her room feeling himself getting lost in her beautiful eyes, he leans forward and presses gentle kisses along her jawline before trailing them lower towards her collarbone, licking lightly "I've missed this, missed feeling you" he clicks his fingers again to leave her bare in front of him, he nudges his nose along her neck as he growls possessively "you smell so fucking good babygirl... smell like me" a shiver runs down her spine at his words she lets out a small whimper as she spreads her legs for him "need you Channie" she reaches her hands out to grasp at his body.
His cock hardens at her words, he nips at her neck softly and smirks a little "need you too little one, need to be inside you... I need to hear your sweet voice calling my name as you cum around my cock..."he reaches his hand down and groans as he feels her slick running down her thighs "so wet... I'll barely have to prep you" he smirks as he pushes two of his long fingers into her wet pussy making her moan out. His words have her walls clenching down on his thick fingers as they thrust up hitting the deepest parts of her body "don't need prepped Channie, I can take you please...please need you in me now" she cries out as her hands come to grip his muscled arms.
He pulls back sucking her essence off his fingers and growls hearing her beg before reaching under her knees and lifting them over his shoulders. He groans deeply as he enters her, stretching her wide, slowly pushing his cock into her, filling her so deliciously as her moans steadily increase in volume before he begins to pound into her with force, his lips crashing against hers with a savage passion that matches his movements. Her back arches off the bed as he sets a rough pace pounding her back into the bed as her eyes screw up from the immense pleasure "want you to call me by my birth name babygirl" he grunts as he re angles his hips to make sure his cock head is hitting her g-spot "want you to call me Chris" a loud moan leaves both of their lips as she clenches down on his length, she nods her head immediately moaning out his name "C-Chris~ fuck baby... you're cock is filling me so deeply" she chases his lips as he trusts into her.
He grips her asscheeks tight pulling closer as he continues to pound into her hard, his teeth bared in a feral grin as he speaks "always wanted to hear you moan my given name...had to wait until I knew you'd be my queen" he grunts each time his cockhead rubs against her g-spot. He growls out her name as he slams into her faster and harder, his breath coming in short bursts, his face twisted in pure lust as her pussy sucks him in greedily. Her bed starts to shake with every thrust but neither of them could care what her neighbours can hear, she whimpers and clenches down on him as he calls her his words "you like that babygirl? when I call you my queen?" he grins as she nods her head, her grip on his body tightening as he rocks her body back and forth.
He groans loudly as he feels her tighten around him, her walls squeezing tightly around his shaft as he pounds into her relentlessly, his hands gripping onto her thighs for support as he leans forward kissing and licking her neck "well I love calling you my queen because that's what you will be when we get married" he whispers between kisses, his voice hoarse from all the exertion as he lays his heart bare for her. Her cries in pleasure are making her throat sore but she can hardly recognise the pain through the immense pleasure shooting through her limbs "'m gonna fuck my babies into you, gonna breed you so every demon out there knows your mine" his grip on her thighs tightens, the skin turning red from how hard he's gripping her "need your cum Chris" Y/N cries out.
The sound of her cry sends shivers up his spine, his hand reaching down to stroke her clit in gentle circles "I'm going to fill you up babygirl, mark you as mine" he whispers before leaning down to kiss her lips passionately, his tongue sliding into her mouth eagerly "want you to cum around my cock~" he grunts as his fingers increase their speed on her throbbing clit. Y/N reaches her hands up to rest in his hair tugging roughly as he thrusts into her, she whines loudly as the pleasure of his fingers on her clit and his cock spearing into her g-spot have her eyes rolling back as she babbles cock drunk "g-gonna- g- gonna cum!~ cumming~" she cries as she bucks her hips up, thighs shaking wildly.
He grunts as she tugs on his hair and he feels her buck against him, her body trembling beneath his touch as she cums hard around his thick member, coating it in her slick "ohh fuck...you're such a good girl for me..." he moans softly, as his thrusts become erratic a familiar blue crackle fills the room as his regal red horns sprout from his head making her gasp, knowing his horns are sensitive she gives them a rough tug making his hips stutter into her walls.
He growls deeply in pleasure at her rough touch on his horns thrusting into her harder as he feels them being played with, making his eyes roll back as he loses himself in the moment "you're so fucking sexy playing with my horns like that...Y-Y/N... I-I'm…" she clenches her walls down hard as he gives her one last rough thrust before he's spilling his hot cum into her pussy, rocking his hips forward as he slowly comes down from the intense high she's milking from him.
He releases a ragged groan of pleasure as he spills himself into her feeling her tight walls clench down on his cock making him shudder with pleasure, leaning forward as he kisses down her neck groaning as he feels her soft lips against his neck "fuck...you're so-wet and warm around me…" they stay still wrapped in each other's arms for a moment as their breathing becomes less erratic Y/N winds her hands through his hair, brushing her fingers over his golden tipped horns with a small smile on her face.
A smile plays on his lips as he feels her hands in his hair and ghosting over his horns reaching up he wraps his fingers around her waist, tugging her closer to his chest as he nuzzles his nose against her own "I love you" a soft giggles escapes her lips at his feather light touches "I love you too Chris" the demon on top of her blushes slightly but smiles moving his lips to place kisses along her wrists, once his length has started to soften he pulls out of her slowly moving his body away to get a damp cloth to clean them up with.
Chan quickly and carefully cleans her up first then gives himself a quick wipe down before throwing the cloth into a nearby bin, he rejoins her in bed crawling over her body as he pulls her close his face inches from hers as he places light kisses over her cheeks then down to her lips. She returns his soft kisses sighing contently, he rubs his nose against her neck then he looks into her eyes "if you ever wait that long before you summon me again I'll hunt you down and make your life insufferable" he laughs as he gently pokes her side "didn't wanna disturb you in case you were busy with your 'princely duties' but couldn't pass up the opportunity to see you tonight" he hums at her answer "summon me anytime you want or need me babygirl, I'm all yours" he smiles as she gives him a tight squeeze.
A low hum rumbles in his throat as he holds onto her tighter, unable to resist the urge to claim every inch of her body. His lips are hot and demanding as they take hers desperately, their tongues intertwining together without restraint. Chan softly pushes Y/N into her bed and he's about to crawl back on top of her when the pair hear two very familiar voices pounding on her bedroom door "you in there Chan?" Changbin asks, sounding a bit sheepish, as a slap fills the space "of course he is, can't you smell them" Minho complains and she can already imagine the look of disgust on his face. Chan simply growls low in this throat "someone better be fucking dying" clearly not sensing the danger they're in at interrupting Chan the duo burst into the room "no one's dying yet… woah" Minho blinks as he points to Chan's clearly visible horns grumbling as he dodges a pillow thrown at his head by Chan.
The frustrated demon prince pulls Y/N behind his back and makes sure her body is covered completely before giving his friends his attention "demons are whispering about how long you've been gone man" Changbin speaks before hesitantly adding "the king and queen, y'know your parents, are demanding you return home" he flinches slightly expecting another pillow to come flying at them.
The sigh that leaves Bang Chan is one of defeat and annoyance "fine fine I'll get dressed and come back home" he turns to his pretty human with a frown " 'm sorry babygirl, I'll make it up to you, yeah?" he places a chaste kiss against her lips, he gives her one last longing look before he stands making the men quickly cover their eyes "you could've waited till we left the room ew" Minho tuts as Changbin laughs silently "you two" Chan points between them "wanted me to hurry and I was clearly very busy before you teleported here" an amused laugh leaves his friends as they both nod muttering a joint "clearly" while looking at each other with smirks on their faces which only works to increase the frown on Chan's gorgeous face.
Using his magic he quickly redresses himself and his lover allowing Y/N to stand and say goodbye, she gives him a long passionate kiss before muttering a soft "I love you" against his lips. With a longing sigh he responds "I love you too babygirl" he gives her one last tight squeeze before standing with his life long friends and bodyguards "a pleasure as always" Minho smiles giving her a small bow "same time next week" Changbin jokes earning a slap to the back of his head from Chan and a laugh from Minho and Y/N "bye boys, look after him will you?" she speaks sweetly, receiving an earnest nod from the two slightly smaller demons as she blows Chan a kiss and watches with a sigh as they disappear in a haze of smoke "see you next week" she smiles to herself as she flops onto her bed curling into her bed sheets surrounded by the scent of her royal lover.
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set fire to the rain
neteyam x fem!omatikaya!reader
summary: your relationship with neteyam was beautiful until the return of the sky people. now you have to adapt your life to things you would never expect.
warnings: angst! fluff in the beginning-middle, swearing, character death, pregnancy, unknown pregnancy, mentions of smut
aged up! character
based on set fire to the rain by my queen adele
this is a long one but i’m actually so proud of it, let me know what you all think <33 (not proof read)
𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚝
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛
𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎
you met neteyam when you were seven years old. neteyam was eight. he was taller, quicker, and wiser. it never changed as he grew into a teenager.
he always was a shining star; the prince of the omatikaya clan. it wasn't until you had turned seventeen, neteyam eighteen, when you would become his true shining star.
you were happy with another man, going to mate officially with him once you turned eighteen in a month. but the plan quickly changed once you saw him courting another woman under the tree of souls.
your heart shattered as you watched them mate, the woman unknowingly taking your place. you would never forget the way it felt for your heart to drop completely.
but neteyam was quick to pick you back up. he had watched you from afar ever since being juveniles, an unknown presence drawing himself to you.
your depressive state hit him more than he would like to admit it, but he strived to make you see him the way he saw you.
it took months, but eventually, you found yourself falling for the prince. he made you feel something no other man has made you feel before.
"where are we going, neteyam?" you questioned the boy as you closed your eyes, following the sound of his excited voice.
"somewhere special, ma y/n. mawey (calm)."
your once broken heart fluttered against your chest. your tail wagged happily behind you, neteyam's own following your pattern as he took you to his place.
his place he went to when his father got too much for him, a place that he felt his best. "open."
you opened your eyes, adjusting to the bright nightlife that surrounded you. the plants glowing blues, pinks, purples, and about every color you could think of.
seeds from the tree of souls soon landed on top of you and neteyam, eywa's ultimate sign.
"y/n, there is something out there that is telling me that we are meant for each other. i can never get you out of my head, the feeling i get just when you are around me- i cannot even describe it,"
your heart pounded as your ears fell flat, signaling you were listening intently to his words. the na'vi man grabbed your hands in his.
"it would be the biggest honor if you were to mate with me."
"oh, neteyam." you practically jumped against him, pulling the tall man into your embrace. your tail instinctively wrapped itself around his own, pulling each other closer.
"oel ngati kameie (i see you), y/n."
"oel ngati kameie, ma neteyam."
neteyam placed his soft lips gently against your own, the feeling magical as he finally got to hold you the way he always wanted to.
"i will protect your heart, mind, and soul while i live." he mumbled against your skin.
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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎
a year went by of you and neteyam being officially mated. it wasn't until the sky people had returned when your lives flipped upside down.
jake had taken you under his wing when neteyam brought you home, allowing you the option for mo'at to help train you as tsahìk. but you had turned it down, preferring to hunt and live a freeing life.
the night neteyam broke the news to you was right after lo'ak had almost gotten him killed.
you were making dinner in your little hut, waiting for your mate to return from the meeting with his family.
the tall man was silent as he returned, picking at his fruit while you ate.
"are you going to tell me what is troubling you?" you questioned him.
you began to get worried as you watched his lips tremble.
"i have to go, ma y/n."
you placed your hand on his stripped knee, stomach turning as you stared at his broken face.
"what?"
"the sky people are after me and my family... we must leave the clan to protect everyone."
you stayed quiet for a minute, trying to process what he had just told you. "then i am coming with you."
"no- it is too dangerous."
neteyam went to stand, you quickly following his lead.
"neteyam-"
"ma y/n, please," it was the first time you had seen him cry. his voice was shaking as he ran a hand through his long braids.
"please stay here. it is not safe for you to come."
"i cannot lose you, 'teyam."
your mate pulled you into his embrace, your head resting into the crook of his neck as you both sniffled.
"you will not lose me, i am just going to be away for awhile."
"how are you going to protect me?" you asked him quietly, tears rolling off your cheeks and onto his chest.
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𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗
𝚆𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍
'𝙲𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎
it had been months since neteyam left you. everyday your heart yearned for him, needing to see and hold your mate once more. but you knew your people needed you, so you continued to stay.
as the days went past, your heart continued to grow heavy. you had been complaining to mo'at of a stomach ache for a week now, neither of you knowing how to treat it.
but when you were sleeping, a voice woke you up gently.
norm's eyes met yours, an apologetic yet scared look on his face.
"jake just called, he said something is wrong with kiri. do you want to come with us?"
you quickly jumped up, rushing after the group of dream walkers. the pain in your stomach grew tighter as you called your ikran.
"we go!" you said to the group, jumping onto your purple ikran with gold accents.
you glided next to the avatars as they flew in a helicopter, your mind racing as the edge of the forest grew closer.
you were gripping onto the hold of your ikran in pain, a gust of wind faltering your movement.
neteyam…
it sounded like someone was warning you. a chill ran down your spine as you looked around.
"we have to loop around, y/n." norm called out. you nodded, not forgetting the eerie spirit that called out your mate's name.
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the journey was long as your tired eyes threatened to close every minute. you had no clue where you were going, following the helicopter full of dream walkers.
as you let out another yawn, you opened your eyes fully to see the clearest water you have ever seen. you couldn't help but marvel at the sight, seeing every coral and creature that lived.
"alright, closing in." you heard norm speak.
you straightened your back and adjusting your clothing garments, preparing to meet your mate. what if he found someone else? what if he didn't want you to come?
the thoughts ate away at you as you saw the clan of reef people. you couldn't help but feel guilty for leaving your people, your stomach aching once more.
your ikran roared as the helicopter landed on the sand, a crowd forming around as you narrowed your eyes. your gaze on jake, your father-in-law.
you let out a deep breath as you landed your ikran, jumping off the creature and disconnecting your queues.
"y/n?" jake asked, releasing norm from a strange embrace.
"where is neteyam?" you questioned him. you both looked exhausted, despite jake being directly on the peaceful ocean.
"he is with kiri."
you could feel people's eyes on you, judging your appearance, fawning over it, or confused on why you showed up.
you nodded at your father-in-law, following after norm and jake as they rushed to help kiri.
they approached a marui pod, your heart rate suddenly picking up as your previous thoughts filled your head. your chest hurt from anxiety and you couldn't help but peek in the pod.
there sat tuk, neytiri, lo'ak, and neteyam.
"y/n?" tuk gasped in excitement, noticing the feather and beads she braided into your hair one night.
your body appeared from the entrance, everyone's ears dropped as the sun gave you a silhouette.
"y/n!" tuk ran over to you, hugging your stomach tightly as you hugged her back. neteyam quickly stood up, believing it was all a dream.
as tuk let go, your eyes built tears as your mate approached you.
"ma y/n?" he asked softly, almost scared to believe you were really here with him. you nodded, hugging him tightly.
back in your mate's embrace, it felt as if every thought was swept away. until you heard, "neteyam" whisper past your ear, wind rushing into the pod.
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𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎
𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜
𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛
neteyam had taken you out onto the beach that night, happiness in his body; an emotion he hasn't felt in months.
his hand held yours as you two walked on the cold sand, your toes scrunching against the dirt-like substance. the sound of the waves was like music to your ears.
"i cannot believe you are here," neteyam said. it was hours after norm left, sunset dawning over pandora. the sky a deep purple, illuminating both your white freckles.
"we do not get sunsets like these in the forest," you teased.
neteyam grinned down at you, watching as you sat on the sand. he followed your lead, stars softly coating the sky.
neteyam laid down, not caring about sand getting stuck in his hair. you laid on his chest, cuddling against him as you gazed on the pretty eclipse.
"i could not last another day without you, ma neteyam," you admitted. his calming heartbeat reassured you everything, his hand gently running up and down your bicep.
"i hated being away from you... but you shouldn't have come, y/n." your mate replied.
you frowned at his words, leaning up so you could look down on his glowing features. "whatever comes, we will tackle it together. we will protect each other."
“i promise you, we will go home together.”
you leaned down to press a nurturing kiss on his plump lips, his hand moving to your lower back. he pushed you closer to him, desperate for your attention he has so longed for.
that night you reconnected on the beach, unknowing it would be the last peaceful night you share.
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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚗
life seemed to be going by too quickly. the next day, the tsahìk, ronal, had her spirit sister and calf die. your heart ached for the poor woman, never wanting to lose your own ikran.
neteyam held your hand as the metkayina people grouped together, doing cultural shouts. you looked at your mate, holding onto his bicep as jake calmed the crowd down.
"you tell the tulkun that if they're hit by one of these they're marked for death, okay?" jake announced, showing a tracking dart.
your eyes trained on the bright yellow dart, you didn't notice lo'ak slipping out of the marui pod. "c'mon," neteyam grabbed you.
"no way you're going out there, baby brother." neteyam said to lo'ak as you watched the brothers.
"i have to warn payakan about the sky people," lo'ak remarked.
"no, i've got to keep your skxawng (idiot) ass here."
you heard your mate sigh before he continued speaking.
"why do you always have to be so difficult?"
"no, you mean why can't i be the perfect little soldier like you?"
"lo'ak-" you intervened, the boys' gaze landing on you. you gave the younger boy a back-off look.
lo'ak scoffed at you, continuing his rant.
"i'm not you! he's my brother, i'm going." lo'ak's words were filled with rage.
"no, i'm your brother!" neteyam yelled at his brother, seeing him dive into the water.
"lo'ak! get back here you- ugh!" neteyam shouted in frustration.
"we must go after him!" neteyam announced as a few other metkayina people approached, named tsireya, ao'nung, and rotxo.
you jumped onto neteyam's ilu, holding tightly onto his lower waist as you sucked in your breath. the familiar twist of your stomach appeared, your heart thundering in your chest as you felt your mate grip your thigh.
as you all approached lo'ak, your eyes marveled at the massive creature that befriended lo'ak.
"help! he's been hit!" lo'ak shouted, all of you jumping onto the animal. you let out a gasp as the tulkun had a tracking dart on him, your eyes shifting up to see kiri and tuk approaching.
"y/n- what is happening?" tuk asked, holding onto your hand as you helped her onto the tulkun.
you turned around, seeing a ship approaching.
"neteyam!" you announced. everyone moved quickly as the ship continued to approach, lo'ak calling for backup to jake.
time moved too quick as the teens finally yanked the dart off payakan. "i will throw them off!"
neteyam took off on the ilu as you urged tuk and kiri onto one.
tuk held onto you, frightened by what was happening. none of you went very far as submarines were hot on your tail, splitting you all up.
you made sure to not lose tuk as you were struggling to hold your breath, not being prepared like your family was.
you soon found an air pocket, making sure tuk was with you as you sucked in deep breaths.
“i’m scared.” tuk admitted to you, her voice shaky.
“it is okay, i will get you back to neytiri and jake okay, i promise.” tuk nodded as tsireya swam into the air pocket with lo’ak.
“we have to get away,” tsireya said.
“we’re trapped.” lo’ak’s energy was full of frustration.
neteyam…
the voice once again whipped past your ear, making it falter.
“you three just need to escape, i will try to hold them off.” you told them.
nodding in agreement, you sucked in a deep breath as you swam in front of them. a force pushed you back, and you quickly realized that a net had caught tsireya and tuk.
you swam up to the surface, gasping for air as you called for your ikran.
the creature quickly scooped you up from the ocean water, your body dripping as you flew off to try and meet jake and neytiri.
your eyes narrowed as you saw another ikran approaching. “neytiri!” you shouted out.
she flew next to you, panic written on her face.
“they took tuk and lo’ak.”
she hissed in frustration, speaking to jake in their ear pieces. “you will keep watch for us.”
you didn’t argue with the mother, your mind too far gone into panic.
and as jake stood off with the sky people, your body slowly dried off from the sharp wind.
but when payakan leaped out of the water and took out people, you couldn’t help but notice your mate jump onto the ship.
the reef people and neytiri rushed into war, trying to give you all time to escape. you flew down next to the ship, jumping off to meet neteyam.
“y/n, get tuk and tsireya out of here!”
“girls go!” you barked the command, watching as they dove off safely.
neteyam hissed gently, mad you didn’t follow them. “together, remember?”
“we need to get spider!” lo’ak announced, taking off into the ship.
neteyam rushed after him, you quickly on their tail.
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But I set fire to the rain
Watched it pour as I touched your face
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name
Your name
neteyam…
you once again felt chills run down your body, your mate’s name being called out to you.
“ma neteyam,” you whispered. you didn’t get another chance to speak before the boys jumped down to fight off the sky people, protecting their friend, spider.
“okay, let us get out of here!”
a gunshot sounded next to your figures, making your already anxious heart worsen. neteyam pushed you all forward, urging you to get off the ship.
fire igniting from the inside of the ship, ash forming on all your bodies.
“give me this!” he took the gun from lo’ak, shooting off some sky people as spider and lo’ak dove into the ocean.
“y/n, go!” neteyam commanded.
you opened your mouth to speak, but your mate’s name was being chanted in your head.
neteyam… neteyam… neteyam… neteyam…
“y/n!” he shouted, pulling you out of your trance. you jumped into the ocean, feeling the wave of another body next to you.
your head was ringing as you kicked your feet to the surface, your stomach pain stopping as your heartbeat slowed.
you looked around for your mate, feeling as if the rushing time had now stopped.
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I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
When it fell, something died
'Cause I knew that that was
The last time, the last time
“i’m shot,” he moaned out in pain.
the words rung in your head, making your vision fuzzy. tsireya called an ilu, all of them forcing neteyam on the animal.
you jumped onto the animal, the chant continuing as neteyam leaned onto you for support.
his blood seeped onto your breast as jake met you all on a rocky island, helping you grab your injured mate.
your body was numb from shock, seeing your mate bleed out as neytiri now joined you.
neteyam was gasping for breath as he grabbed your hand. you gripped onto him, now coming back to reality.
“ma neteyam-“ you choked out.
“i’m sorry,” he apologized to everyone.
you ran your hand against his forehead to his cheek, tears pouring from your darkened eyes.
“i cannot lose you, 'teyam.” you cried, staring into his once bright eyes that were now dull and lifeless.
“y/n- i-“ neteyam choked out, but his sentence was never finished as his grip loosened.
the familiar feeling of your heart dropping now returned, one you would never wish upon anyone.
and as his soul slipped away, the ringing stopped. there was no more chanting, nothing but silence.
and then neytiri began screaming from grief, jake trying to calm her down.
too overwhelmed with shock, you stared down at your mate. his once happy, bright, wise soul now with the great mother.
you hadn’t even noticed jake and neytiri left, the only noise that you processed is the sound of the waves hitting the rock. tsireya was crying with lo’ak, saddened over the loss of the mighty warrior.
you placed your mate’s hand on your chest, relishing in the moments you spent together.
flashbacks stuck in your head from the night he left you, the night you two shared just a few days ago.
your ears were downturned as tears fell onto his wrist, eyes closed as you tried to feel your mate.
“i can’t feel you-“ you sobbed quietly.
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Sometimes I wake up by the door
That heart you caught must be waiting for you
Even now, when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you
the night of neteyam’s funeral you went to ronal for stomach pain.
the ceremony was beautiful, watching your mate have his energy be taken back by eywa. and while you were still in disbelief, you will never forget how the bright life engulfed him.
he was always so filled with light and joy, sharing it to others. he had the ability to cheer anyone up, and it made him adored by many.
and you will continue to keep that memory of him.
she was cleaning her home, her pregnant belly bulging as she came over and placed her finned hand directly on your stomach.
“you are pregnant.”
three years later
“zerok! be careful!” you laughed, chasing after your son.
you scooped him up in your arms, blowing against his belly as he giggled from your antics.
he wiggled out of your arms, continuing to run over to the beach. your son loved playing on the sand with the other kids, babbling with them as they played with nature.
you watched as your son approached a crying girl, cocking his head. he didn’t say anything, just began to hug her.
and when you realized the sight, tears began to build in your eyes. zerok looked identical to neteyam and you only hoped he would get his personality too.
you saw your deceased mate in zerok, a strong wave of emotion washing over you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.
that night, you took zerok to the spirit tree of the metkayina clan. you had resided there for the years as your mate was with their ancestors, not yours.
“ready, baby?” you smiled down at your son, helping him swim down to the tree.
you carefully connected his queue to the tree, following yours after. and as you closed your eyes, you felt like you were being sucked back.
your eyes opened, the sound of purring coming from a few feet away. the figure was hidden by brush as you cautiously pushed it away.
there, you saw neteyam. he was holding zerok in his arms, cradling him to sleep.
you pressed a kiss to his shoulder, scared that if you were to blink everything would disappear.
“there you are, i was beginning to worry about you.”
neteyam’s voice was gentle, a soft rasp hidden behind his vocal cords. he turned around, his face faltering once he saw you crying.
“why are you crying?” he asked, reaching his hand up to wipe away your tears.
“i just love my boys so much,” you said. pressing a kiss to zerok’s temple, neteyam leaned down to press his forehead to yours. you heard him sigh as he spoke.
“let’s go home.”
#simpforboys#bring neteyam back#neteyam angst#neteyam sully x reader#neteyam x you#neteyam x reader#neteyam#neteyam smut#neteyam sully smut#neteyam fluff#neteyam x y/n#neteyam sully#neteyam sully x you#neteyam sully fluff#neteyam sully x y/n#neteyam sully x na’vi!reader#pregnancy#avatar neteyam#neteyam avatar#avatar 2022#avatar 2009#avatar#avatar way of water#avatar 2#atwow neteyam#atwow
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The Stars Amongst the Darkness
Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader
Content: Star Summoner!Reader, Jealous!Reader, Established Relationship
POV: Second
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They say stars are dead when we see them. That when they shine brightly amongst the velvet background of the night sky they are mere burning corpses. The only star that still lives is the sun. All others burnt out many moons ago. We see their carcasses lighting up the darkness of midnight and we use them to guide us. The dead are always the wisest for they’ve lived before us and we can learn from their mistakes.
When Alina first arrived at Little Palace you noticed how Aleksander looked at her. Like she was the sun and in many ways she was. Through her veins she could call the living star to her finger tips and light up the world. The young girl shined much brighter than you did and you envied her. Envied the way Aleksander looked at her light, the same way he once look at your light.
While training with Zoya you saw Alina watching you. Anger ran through your veins, she never did combat training so why was she here. You let your emotions get the best of you and ended up burning your sparring partner. Luckily there was a healer on standby. She didn’t blame you, Zoya would’ve acted the same way if her lover payed more attention to someone else.
Grabbing your kefta you pulled it over you. It was black with silver and gold embroidery. Tiny specks of blue throughout. Representative of your stars and your etherealki abilities. Alina tried to stop you but you shoved past her, not wanting to give the Sun Summoner any mind.
With tall strides you made your way to your chambers. The ones you stayed in long before your relationship with the General. They were untouched by time, the only difference the layer of dust over your belongings. Many books about the stars and constellations. Ideas you had been toying with months ago. The idea of summoning the saints constellations to see if you could perhaps mimic their powers. It was long forgotten when you left your chambers to move in with the General.
It was only when a knock rung out from your door were you pulled out of your notebook. Pulling away from the dreams you once had. Walking to your door you couldn’t even touch the handle before it swung open. Revealing a rather angry Aleksander.
“You said after your training with Zoya you’d be back in our bedroom”
It was a statement and every word was dripping with venom. Scoffing you walked back over to your desk, looking through the sketches you once enjoyed to do. Being with Aleksander you had become more focused on fighting. Neglecting your passions of experimenting and drawing.
“I wanted to return to my old chambers, remember who I was before your shadows consumed me”
Voice quiet to prevent it from breaking, you couldn’t stand to look at him. Fearing the way he was in this position. Aleksander had always towered over you. As you shrank into yourself he seemed even larger.
“My shadows consumed you?! How ridiculous do you have to be to believe that?”
His words were laced in disgust. How could you, his northern star, believe that about yourself? Aleksander took a step towards you and when you responded by retreating from him you could’ve sworn he looked sad.
“Ever since you found the Sun Summoner it has all been about her. I understand, she shines brighter than me and Alina is far prettier than I. She fits into your plan, she is your equal. I was just a replacement until you got the real thing…”
You were crying, tears decorating your cheeks like sapphires. Lighting up the curve of your skin as the candles danced in the corner.
“Are you so naive that you actually think that? Nothing and no one can compare to you milaya… you are my everything. My stars and my moon…”
He took you in his arms, holding you firmly and refusing to loosen his grip. No matter how much you fought against him Aleksander wouldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose anyone again.
“Alina is a means to an end, you are my equal. Much more than she. The girl can barely fight, she doesn’t put effort in. Since the moment you were brought here I’ve heard many words about your diligence. Alina could never match up to you, she’s nothing compared to you malyshka”
Every word he spoke you believed. The cadence of his voice made you feel loved.
“I promise you I will do better to focus on you, to spend more time with you my little one. Just come back to our room”
You smiled, not his room as it was yours too. Our room, you thought happily. Aleksander would be your endgame and you would forever be his. The Starless One and his Starry Night.
#darkling x reader#aleksander morozova x reader#ben barnes#the darkling x reader#general kirigan x reader#kirigan x reader
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Monster Trio Births part 1
Author's Note: Follow up to telling the Monster Trio You're Pregnant. Don't necessarily have to read that one to experience this but prequels are awesome. Lol. Enjoy! Supreme fluff! ***edited*** baby girl would be a little over a year old (17 months for those on top of it, lol) based on my timeline I gave in the prequel..smh..😳😒😩😑😬 my bad...
Luffy
The pair of you had finally reached the Sunny after running into some "turbulence" along the way. Once the crew was together they were surprised to see a bouncing baby girl of a little over a year old amongst their crew. You had given birth to Monkey D. Asa (pronounced Ace-Ah after her dear uncle who would never meet her) before you're rendezvous point was to be met at Sabaody. Rayleigh and Sharkky had offered to keep the infant safe in secret until they could dispatch her later but Luffy refused. If after all the training he had gone through couldn't keep you and you're baby girl safe... he deemed it pointless. He would have his daughter and lover with him. It was his resolve and no one could tell him better. Not even you...
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"Luffy... ", you whispered as he nuzzled into you after another day's hard work training on Rayleigh's regiment. Boa Hancock had allowed him to rest with you and the baby at night in your private quarters in the palace when he had wanted to end his day with you. She had taken a liking to you and considered you one of her sisters after helping save her family after having just given birth a few weeks before and still within your healing time, much to your lover and Rayleigh's protests.
"Y/n.... you and this baby you gave to me... you mean the world to me... I would rather you and her hate me then put you through the hardships that we will face... I'll keep you under Hancock's protection for eternity... " he began but you silenced him with your finger.
"You promised me Monkey D. Luffy that come hell or high water even the end of the world would not keep us from you... what changed?"
Your Captain actually lowered his head and began to get on his knees before you stopped him. "Will you always look to where we are? Concerned about our safety when you can ensure it?"
His eyes sparked red for a moment... the PTSD he endured at the Battle of the Best shining through...
"I'll fight to protect you and Asa... ", he gently whispered, "But I have more reason now than ever to be King of the Pirates..."
He smiled once more as he held your daughter close..."and Asa will be Princess..."
"Lou...", you gently stated, drawing his face to yours as he held your daughter to his chest and pulled you close as well, "We knew having a baby would put a kink in your plans....."
"You knew the day we left our island it wouldn't be easy.... and you reminded me more when we left that our relationship could result in a child.... but I SWORE to take care of you BOTH..." he interrupted your train of thought.
"I will NOT lose you or Asa...", he quietly swore as he kissed your forehead, "NEVER for a moment doubt that I want my girls with me... but if it gets too dangerous don't be upset if I send you back here..."
You smiled as you kissed his cheek. "I'll respect that... but if it ever does come to that... don't abandon us..."
"Never", he growled as he cuddled you and your infant daughter closer to him "I'll never give my girls up..."
****end of flasback***
"Captain... I can understand you bringing y/n along but what's with the kid?" Zoro ungracefully pointed out.
"IDIOT!" Nami shouted as she punched the back of his head with enough force to knock him down, "OBVIOUSLY they had a KID in the last two years!"
"Wait.... are you telling me I never had a chance with y/n?!" Sanji lamented before he joined the swordsman on the ground from Nami's hands as well.
"Congrats to you both... I mean it's SUUUPER that you guys had a kid but... are you sure it's a good idea for y/n and the baby to tag along? I mean we're going DEEP SEA..." Franky pointed out followed up by Chopper's medical advice saying it wasn't safe as well.
Robin and Brook were too enamored with the baby to care of anyone else's opinion and acted happy to meet the gurgling mess known as Asa.
"I've thought long and hard over the past two years... y/n is part of our Nakama... and my future Queen... Asa is my heir and princess... I'm NOT leaving them behind..." Luffy seriously stated, "I already lost a part of my family...again... I'm not giving them up... their my girls... my family.... as are each of you... help me keep our family safe or step off... I won't hold a grudge against you if you do..."
He took Asa out of your hands and held her close as he took your hand in his, "My daughter doesn't keep me from being King of the Pirates... or y/n being my Queen... if anything it's more motivation... I want ALL of us to be free and have fun in our journey TOGETHER..."
"I'm not changing diapers but I'll train Asa", Zoro answered first.
"I'll teach the Princess how to cook and defend her and y/n with my life ", Sanji spoke up.
"I'll teach her how to navigate and make profits!" Nami shouted as she took the baby from her Captain's grasp, "Gotta make sure you inherit it ALL, huh?"
"She'll need to learn about all the cultures we meet and those before her time. I'll read her some historical facts along the way..." Robin smiled as she cooed at the baby in Nami's arms.
"Well if that's the case I'll teach her how to build some cool Super weapons and repair things! Uncle Franky gots you kiddo!" The cyborg smiled.
"I can teach her basic medical stuff! And herbiology!" Chopper smiled big as he crawled up Nami's back to gently caress the smiling babe.
"I can teach her how to play the violin! Sing her lullabies to get her asleep!" Brook jovially laughed.
You smiled as the crew began to accept their newest Strawhat crewmate. Your daughter cooing, babbling, and giggling as she began to acclimate herself to her family. You squeezed Luffy's hand reminding the Captain he never let go. In all his goofiness he smiled wide at you, "Told you they'd spoil her..." and began to laugh. It was a perfect moment with your family. You felt reassured in that moment... your lover had picked his perfect crew.
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In light of recent interesting discourse about Beren and Lúthien's Silmaril theft, and the Fëanorions' priorities in the lead-up to Nirnaeth and after, I started wondering how things might have changed if B&L had managed to steal two Silmarils rather than one. Would pulling the Union together be harder with only one jewel left to draw focus in Angband?
Then as soon as I thought about it some more, I realised the most inevitable path diverged earlier than that.
Then I started writing a fic, got 400 words in, and realised I wanted to actually figure out what happened first. So here's a half (or potentially a smaller fraction) of a sort of bullet point fic/plan/thing, which may or may not get properly written up later. First I need to work out where to go from here.
Angrist was forged by the greatest of the Dwarf-smiths in the master-workshops of Nogrod. It cuts two Silmarils from Morgoth's iron crown before the blade snaps, and Morgoth stirs in his enchanted sleep.
Beren passes one Silmaril to Lúthien, and they run for it.
Carcharoth still meets them, snarling, at the gate. Beren still holds out a Silmaril to ward him off. His hand still gets bitten off.
But when the Eagles come for them, and Lúthien clambers sobbing onto Thorondor's back, she clasps a Silmaril in her hand.
The Eagles bear them towards Doriath, and the Treelight undiminished shines out over Dorthonion and Gondolin.
In chilly Himring, Maglor is shaken awake from nightmares of fire and smoke by his eldest brother, who drags him out of bed and towards the window. "Look! Is that not a Silmaril that shines now in the North?"
Maglor recognises it, of course. Moreover, he recognises the size and shape of Eagles in flight, even at a distance. Recognises, too, that as often as not they bear doom itself upon their great feathered backs.
(His father's jewel stinging his Oath awake, his brother's emaciated bleeding body wrapped in Fingon's cloak - they all mean failure.)
"Thingol's daughter and the mortal must have succeeded," he says. "What can we do?"
Maedhros and Maglor, you see, are Not Happy with the news out of Nargothrond.
That Celegorm wanted to force an elf-maid to wed against her will, after what they heard befell Aredhel—
That Curufin could turn against his favourite cousin, and betray him to his death—
"I am afraid," says Maedhros, "of what it will make us do. What it will make us become."
"We could ignore it," says Maglor, whose first response is always inaction. "Let it go to Doriath—" But it is hard even to finish the sentence, with the Oath choking his words.
And there is a bigger problem: Celegorm and Curufin, who are sleeping now (it is only Maedhros who can be relied upon to pace the fortress by night), will not do so forever. They have already attacked Thingol's daughter once - will they do so again, before she can pass into the safety of her mother's Girdle?
"We have to get to Doriath before they do," says Maedhros, and wonders when his little brothers became the threat to be outpaced.
"And then what?" asks Maglor, who never shies from difficult questions.
Maedhros gives him one of his quick strange smiles. "This is how it works, you know," he says. "Huan has turned from Tyelko. Tyelpë has repudiated Curvo. It turns you into the worst version of yourself, and then it strips away the best thing you have left."
Maedhros has ridden out to claim a Silmaril before, and lost all of himself in the process.
Maglor, too, has been offered all he ever wanted - his dearest brother, returned to him - and turned away for the sake of the Oath he renewed at his father's deathbed.
They are both afraid of what they could become.
They ride out from Himring anyway, swiftly and secretly, before the dawn.
Meanwhile, Thorondor sets Beren and Lúthien down on Doriath's southern border.
Huan comes to join them, and with the power of the Silmaril, Beren is healed sooner than he might have been, otherwise.
The Quest is fulfilled. Beren has no reason to stay away from Thingol's house.
Instead of wandering in the wilds, the lovers return to Menegroth, present a Silmaril, and promptly get married.
Thingol is very surprised (and overjoyed) to see them; the last news he had of Lúthien was that she had vanished from Nargothrond.
In fact, he's just sent out a couple of messengers, led by Mablung Heavy-hand, with a scathing letter to Maedhros Fëanorion demanding his aid in finding the princess.
North of the Girdle: "Hey, isn't that Maedhros Fëanorion?"
"Sure is," says Mablung, who was at the Mereth Aderthad.
"Hail, Mablung of Doriath!" calls Maedhros, who never forgets a face. "What news from King Thingol?"
Well, there isn't news as such. Just... fury.
Maedhros considers the merits of keeping his cards close to his chest versus the dire diplomatic situation he's currently in, and opts to share what they saw from Himring, and what it bodes for Beren's success.
He decides not to share that Lúthien was definitely with Beren, which he knows because his brothers attacked her.
Maglor is not sure how stopping to chat with an Iathren marchwarden is going to get them closer to a Silmaril, but he isn't in the habit of arguing with Maedhros.
Anyway, before the conversation can wrap up, a marauding werewolf appears.
Right. Carcharoth.
The Iathrim make the sensible call and scramble up some trees. Maglor follows a beat later.
Noldor don't climb trees very often. It isn't one of the skills Maedhros has had cause to practice one-handed.
Not that it matters, because he's frozen where he stands, eyes wide and bright and thoughtful.
This is unusual. Maedhros would not be the most renowned warrior of the Noldor if he were constantly dissociating in the midst of battle.
He saves the dissociation for after the battle, thank you.
The wolf is almost upon him.
Well, thinks Maglor, about time I did some saving for a change.
Maglor is not Lúthien. Does he need to be? He knows enough about madness, and enough about torment. He knows how to sing the suffering to sleep.
He drops down from his perch to begin a lullaby.
Carcharoth slows down when he sings, and comes to a momentary halt, and Maglor takes the time to hiss, "Nelyo, run—"
"They burned him," Maedhros breathes, still with that bright faraway look in his eyes that means he is half-lost in memory. "His hands were black and ruined. No evil thing may touch them."
The wolf lunges.
[I want to kill Maglor off here but I'm a coward. so.]
Carcharoth savages Maglor's leg and he collapses.
That brings Maedhros back to himself.
Mablung and his party aren't heavily armed. They were only meant to be messengers, after all. They get a few shots in at the wolf, who runs off, still maddened.
Maglor isn't moving isn't talking and there's so much blood—
(to be continued)
#silmarillion#my fic#bullet point fic#beren#luthien#maedhros#maglor#I think I know what happens next#but not what that leads to#I had to look at a map for this do you know how traumatic that was#anyway turns out bullet point fic is quite fun to write#maedhros and maglor have entered leithian and derailed it#maybe fingon will make an appearance too#who knows I'm tired#what even is this actually#cw blood
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Hi! Well.. I have a Wednesday x Fem!Reader request... eheheheheh!
In which Wednesday and Reader flirt ALL THE TIME in a very Addams way (dark humor jokes, compliments that sound like insults, tell the other to stay the f..k away but then being like glued to the other) they really like each other and they both knows that the feeling is mutual..Damn! All the school knows that their feeling is mutual! But they're not together 'cause Reader wants to project the PERFECT date for Wednesday, better than the one she had with Tyler (the guy was terrible but that date.. Ugh! A soo good idea!) and has really no idea.
Wednesday, on the other hand, wants soo badly to be in a relationship with Reader, she even daydreams about their funeral and their stones near each other, wants to.. omg, kiss the reader, bite her, touch her and scratch her (her way to cuddle, actually) but.. Ugh! physical contact? bleah. And she really doesn't want to be like her parents.. but she also wants to be with Reader so baad!
Enid, Thing and Yoko (R's roommate) are going to help:)
"You disgust me", you said towards Wednesday as you crossed your arms as Wednesday sat next to you in class. "All that I think of when I see you is your body chopped up in small pieces", Wednesday said back as you smirked leaning back into your chair.
If others were to hear these things many would think that you and Wednesday hate each other, buy they would be far from wrong. Everyone in school have been betting on when you two would get together as you two have been at this 'flirtation' for days now.
"You look hideous today Wednesday" "And you look unwashed as if you were a zombie climbed out its grave" "At Least I don't look like a crazy a crazy serial killer", you said as you leaned down towards her face. You pulled back up walking away leaving Wednesday some what satisfied.
For days Wednesday has thought about seeing you grow old and weak, your hair white, skin wrinkled, but you still looked beautiful as you died. With that she would draw you and hers grave side by side but no one will never know.
As she doesn't want to turn out as her parents but you make it hard for her. The way she wants to hold you and just to make your her wife was all she can dream about.
But on your part you were just wanting to set up the perfect or terrible date for Wednesday as you wanted to out shine Tyler stupid but genius date.
You would ask your friend Yoko on the weather for the month asking Thing to look around the woods near by, asked Enid on Wednesday schedule to 'avoid' her.
But this was all part of your plan. Than your plan was finally done as you corner Wednesday after first period. "Want to see a dead body" "Is it still bloody" "Very, Who knows maybe you" "What time do you think it was killed" "8:00 p.m." .
"Where are you heading out tonight? You know tonight is not the night tongo dressing out like that or... Did You Finally!?" "You'll see my blood sucker friend, but don't worry I'll be back before I get caught" "Well good luck girl" "Thanks but I can make all women drop dead for me".
Once you walked up to your meeting spot you stood there till Wednesday appeared beside you. "Hello source of chaos" "So where is this dead body you speak of" "Just follow me".
You lead Wednesday down a trail where there was a bench, from your pocket you took out your phone were a true crime documentary, The black Dahlia.
As while Wednesday sat down to get comfortable you pulled out some candles lighting them up. "Are you trying to summon yourself" "Nope you are just my sacrifice", you smiled at her as you sat down.
"If you can look up you can see the dark cloud covering the moon" "The half moon is a sign of fertility as it's rated to life and death" "Look at you miss smarty" "Good to know that I know more than you".
You both sat there till you looked up as you smiled, "Do you mind getting wet and muddy tonight". Once those words left your mind sprinkles of water were falling from the sky. You only got up as you reached your hand out with Wednesday going along with your lead.
As you looked up again you smiled with the true crime case to classical music. You got reaching your hand out to Wednesday, which she accepted.
With that you two danced as if in a ballroom with rain now coming down. Once done with the dance you both stood still as if knowing what the others want you both kissed. As your lips touch, you were both waiting for this moment but now that it's here it felt like a dream come true.
As now since that date you two would cuddle on her bed as sge would never want to let you go now that she gots you. As now when you two kiss she would mame sure to leave bites and scratches on you to remind everyone that you are now hers.
#wednesday addams x reader#wednesday 2022#wednesday addams#wednesday addams x fem reader#wednesday x reader#wednesday#wednesday addams x gn reader#wednesday x gn reader#wednesday x fem reader#wednesday addams x fem!reader
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*Discreetly slides this fan letter into your mailbox*
From: Anonymous Fan,
Address: Ask Box, Tumblr, somewhere on Planet Earth
To: Hybbart
Address: Hybbart's Blog, Tumblr, somewhere on Planet Earth
Date: Today,
Dear Hybbart,
Hi! I'm just a little anon writing to say thank you so much for your amazing Ranchers Apocalypse AU. I've binged it several times and I plan on doing it again and again. It's given me so much hope for life. I have never experienced anything like it before. Your art is incredible and I could stare at it all day.
I don't comment on things often, I'm usually one of the silent spectators but I really felt like I needed to give you a thank you.
I have hated and avoided apocalypse stories because they always felt so hopeless and scary to me but yours is the first I've seen that's not hopeless. Thank you so much for the new perspective of an apocalypse story. Now I love them. If an actual apocalypse happened I hope I am one of the ones, like the Ranchers, that don't give up and keep pressing on even in the hard and seemingly dark times. Not only to just survive but to thrive. To keep holding on to hope for a better tomorrow. Rain or shine, bring it on. It's almost like the Ranchers are giving life a middle finger lol. Like, Gosh dang it life, you want us dead, oh heck no we will live and not only will we live but to really add insult to injury we are choosing to thrive.
I love how the story is almost like Polaroid photos with little notes at the bottom of each; it feels a bit like a scrapbook documenting important moments in the story which is cool. It's so unique and it's nothing like I've ever seen before. It's incredible.
My goodness, the way that you draw characters so expressive and dynamic with their poses and the amount of details in the background. It's absolutely captivating. I love studying and admiring each picture.
Your art and stories are inspiring and healing. I fully believe that people's worlds will be flipped on their heads for the better when they experience the stories and art that you create. You flipped my world. Please don't stop creating. The world needs what you have to give.
Once more thank you for the incredible story, I can't imagine how much time you spent on it. The love you have for the AU really shines through your work. You are an inspiration.
I look forward to what comes next in the RAAU, rain or shine, bring it on.
Sincerely,
- Anonymous Fan <3 <3 <3
P.S Also a song rec that I think is really neat and hope you think is neat too:
Owl City's Bird with a Broken Wing.
It makes me think of Jimmy after the apocalypse started but before Tango found him.
P.P.S if you are reading this, thanks so much for reading this long letter. Lol.
Thank you very much! I think you might enjoy two series, called yokohama shopping log and Zom 100: bucketlist of the dead. Yokohama shopping log is a very lovely slice of life healing series about the twilight of the world and the people who've accepted it and decided to live the best they can, including robots. Zom 100 is about a man so beaten down by modern work culture the apocalypse sets him free and gives him and everyone around him the opportunity to be human and enjoy life again. They're both series about human compassion and small joys in the end times, and big influences on raau.
And that reminds me! I've been work on raau for over a full year now! It's crazy to me, I hope to work on it again soon.
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pretty . . . ♡
character - rui.
type - scenario.
contains - male reader, reader being called 'pretty' and 'pretty boy' separately as well as 'love' and 'dear' as pet names, and ten heaping tons of self indulgence
a/n - i cant explain what spurred me on to write this other than i'm feeling a bit wonky rn and i was like "you know what will fix me. that pretty boy" please enjoy
Rui's fingers absentmindedly play with your hair as he rambles on about his plans for WxS's upcoming show. You haven't entirely been paying attention to him talk, but that's definitely not because you don't care. Far from it, really.
It's just that he has the most calming voice in the world, at least to you. His chest, which your head rests on, rumbles whenever he talks. You're easily distracted, zoning out and listening to the sound of his voice rather than what he's actually distracted.
...You've just realise you're doing it again. Better pay attention.
"...I'm thinking after that, I'll repurpose something I made a while ago for the next scene," Rui explains calmly. "I made a bubble machine that's a lot smaller and portable than most of the machines you can buy in stores. I want to remodel it so it fits as a prop, and find a way to shine different lights on them to make them appear as different colors. Then, when Emu uses it, it'll make her magic feel more, well, magical. What do you think?"
He tilts his head down to gaze at you after asking that, his curious yellow eyes studying you carefully. His pretty yellow eyes that always gaze at you with such warmth and affection, combined with that ever-present smile of his.
Rui chuckles lightly at the prolonged silence not filled by your response, which causes your cheeks to warm up in embarrassment.
"I-I think it's a really great idea," you tell him quickly. "S-Sorry, I, um..."
"Were staring at me again?" Rui cuts in, smiling teasingly. "Don't worry, I really don't mind. It just means that I can tell you all my ideas and you'll still be surprised by them."
He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead that makes your heart flutter. He softly caresses your head, watching your gaze grow sleepy and tired.
"Pretty." Rui speaks up after a short period of silence.
You move your head to be able to look at him. "Are you talking to me?"
A smile of amusement appears on his features. "Who else would I be talking to, love?"
He's right, but you don't want to admit it. You stick your tongue out at him, causing him to chuckle at you.
"You. You're pretty," Rui repeats, kissing your forehead once more. "My pretty boy."
Even though it's such a simple compliment, it causes butterflies in your stomach. You let out a squeak of embarrassment and hide your face in his shirt, which causes him to laugh at you again (the big meanie that he is).
"It's funny watching you get all embarrassed about something that's true," he says it so casually like it's a fact known by everyone. "You're a pretty boy."
"Shut up!" You immediately whine in response, once again drawing a chuckle from him.
"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Rui grins, speaking in that teasing tone he loves to use on you. "For now, anyway. You look tired, so please get some rest, okay?"
You shift your head to now be resting your cheek on his chest. "...Fine. Goodnight, Rui."
Rui hugs you to his chest warmly, cradling you close. "Goodnight, dear."
#♡ ~ love letter sent!#project sekai x reader#pjsk x reader#imagines#rui kamishiro x reader#kamishiro rui x reader
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who follows the rules anyway?
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9
complete
pairing : anthony lockwood x reader
word count : 7.3k
content : fluff scenes where i was kicking my feet as i wrote them, angst too with another fight, the plot thickens
taglist : @cassiopeiia24 @archiveoftara
note : it's like i blinked and suddenly 3 weeks had passed, i have no idea where the time went but i certainly did not want to post this so late thank you everyone for your patience i really hope you like this part (i like it a lot let me know what you think)
“What do you mean?” She asked with round eyes.
“There’s been a sudden increase in missing sources in the past two weeks. This happens at the same time you see Dufour selling a source she stole from a client. That’s too big to be a coincidence.”
“Well, that’s my cue.” Lockwood said as he was heading for the door. “You should watch out, y/n, he’s going to be rambling for the next two hours.”
“Actually, I kind of want to hear this.”
She settled on the couch next to George, pulling a blanket over her legs. In this moment, there was nothing other than the light shining in George’s eyes as he went into further details and the softness of the blanket underneath her fingertips. About a week ago she thought she had seen him for the last time. That the last image she would have ever had of him was carrying his stuff in a cardboard box so damaged it was a miracle nothing was falling everywhere. Now here she was, listening intently as he told her about the operating system of an industrial-sized source-burning oven used at the furnaces and how time-wasting and inefficient it was to turn them on late. Her anxiety had made itself silent, her tears were dry, her breathing had slowed down. Maybe it was thanks to Lockwood’s comforting peace. Maybe it was thanks to her determination to see the positive even on the darkest days. Maybe she was lying to herself, drawing way out of proportion her ability to keep her emotions in check. Either way, she felt peaceful and warmth flooded her as she realized she got to listen to George’s crazy theories once more. She hoped many more evenings like these were to come. Her career plan may be out the window, but here she had found something she never got close to having at Fittes. She had found her home.
Lockwood left the room without a sound, smiling at his best friend’s enthusiastic tone and energetic hand gestures. She was too caught up in George’s explanation to notice him exiting the room and throwing her one last glance, relieved to see her smiling again. They stayed up well into the first hours of the following day, not paying attention to how late it was actually getting. They hadn’t realized how tired they were either apparently.
A ray of sunshine shone directly into her face. She reluctantly opened an eye to see the sofa in disarray and her blanket on the floor. She was exhausted. Her limbs were heavy, her clothes seemed to be made of lead. She turned her face away from the light, drifting back into peaceful slumber. She heard some light rustling and thought it was another one of her dreams. She was too tired to confront that girl again. But to her surprise she never came. Instead, she felt a cover being draped delicately over her. It was soft and smelled faintly of cinnamon. It was enough to put her back to sleep. As she was drifting in and out of consciousness she could have sworn she felt something brushing her cheek. She must have been dreaming.
She woke up crouched into the sofa, her legs resting on something harder than cushions and covered with a queen-sized blanket she thought she had dreamed of. Light was shining through the windows, the sun already high. She went to get up, but as she tried to move her legs a groan came out of the opposite side of the sofa. George was sleeping on the couch too, his legs underneath hers as well as a part of his torso. They were tangled up in one of the most uncomfortable sleeping position ever. Seeing them like this triggered her laugh which made George pull up the blanket over his head. She got up as delicately as she could so as not to disturb him. She stumbled into the kitchen, sleepy-eyed and unaware of her surroundings.
“I was starting to worry you two might be in a coma.”
She jumped, bumping into the foot of the closest chair.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.”
“What time is it?”
Lockwood told her it was almost one, laughing as he poured himself a cup of tea.
“I thought you’d be sleeping all day.”
“It would have been nice but we have a case tonight, right?” She mumbled. She wasn’t entirely up quite yet.
He smiled and handed her his cup. She warmed her hands on the mug, feeling more awake already. He went to pour himself another one but winced as he picked up the kettle.
“Your arm is still hurting?”
“Just a little, it’s nothing really…” He said, struggling to pour the hot water.
She got up to help him out but had to battle him to take hold of the kettle. She looked him straight in the eyes to silently convince him of letting her do this. He reluctantly let go, and she noticed his tie was undone.
“When did you wake up?” She asked as she poured him a cup.
“About two hours ago.” He said, taking a sip.
“And you didn’t tie your tie because…?”
“I didn’t have to go out yet.”
She might have only been living with them for a week, but during her time here she only saw him without a tie late at night once they had gotten home from a case.
She sighed and went to tie it for him. She raised her hands towards his collar. Before she could take hold of the blue fabric, he reached for them.
“I can do it myself, I swear-”
But his fingers had barely brushed her skin that he had to take hold of his arm. She looked back at him with a disapproving stare. He lowered his hands. She smiled with a triumphant grin, satisfied. He stood straighter with a sigh to allow her to focus on the knot. Slowly, she passed one band over the other.
“How did you manage to button your shirt in that state?”
“It… took longer than expected…” he admitted hesitantly, his eyes looking up at the ceiling.
She passed the larger band around the thinner one, passing it inside the forming knot.
“You need to learn how to ask for help.”
He looked down at her work and scoffed.
“You need to learn how to tie a tie.”
At that she tightened the knot around his neck, enough to startle him. His breath caught and for a moment he looked into her eyes with surprise. After a few seconds, she figured she had taught him a well-deserved lesson and loosened the knot carefully, maintaining eye contact. He still seemed to be holding his breath when she finally let go after neatly replacing his collar and making a few adjustments to the knot. Maybe she’d scared him. That would teach him to criticize her necktie expertise in the morning.
She sat back down, taking a sip of her tea before asking him if he was going to be okay on the case tonight.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“That probably means I should keep an eye on you. It could have been a very close call yesterday.”
“If you’re gonna keep an eye on me you’ll have to work on your rapier technique.”
“You’re so unfair! First of all, I saved your life. And second, I’m excellent with a rapier, Kipps mentored me every day when I was on his team.”
He let out what was probably the most honest laugh she had ever heard. She crossed her arms, vexed. He could be so infuriating.
“Kipps is mediocre at best.”
“Yeah right, like you could take him in a fight.”
“I could actually. I even brought back a trophy.” He winked at her. “Poor Quill never got over it.”
“Is that seriously the sole reason for your stupid rivalry?”
He nodded, smiling into his cup. He looked so proud. It was rather funny, but she was really close to slapping the grin off his face.
“That, and the fact you humiliated him.” George chimed in, coming through the door barely awake.
“Lockwood! I thought you were better than this.” She acted shocked, but they were all laughing.
“He’s the fully grown man holding a grudge.”
“Oh, right. And you’re just an idiot.” She teased.
He put a hand to his chest, like his feelings were hurt. George interrupted their banter to remind them of the case they had that night and what they were getting into. They organized the rest of their day, Lockwood insisting on training her this afternoon.
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“Your stance is all wrong and the fight hasn’t even begun.” He left his position and took a step closer to her. “You’re already standing back in defense when nothing has happened yet. You have to look more confident otherwise you’ll lose the upper hand right away.”
“Sure, because confidence is a famous ward against ghosts.”
He wasn’t amused. Right then he looked like a strict fencing teacher bothered by his student’s lack of progress. She hadn’t realized placing her feet improperly could upset him so much.
“Just show me then.”
He came to stand right behind her, telling her to place her right foot a few inches farther from her left. He got closer, a serious look on his face. He really wasn’t joking anymore. He turned slightly around her and lifted her chin to make her look right in front of her. His eyes were sharp and focused. They didn’t linger on her face and he didn’t seem to notice hers getting rounder at the sudden contact of his fingers with her jaw. His other hand was on her waist, adjusting her position a few inches. He then came closer, mimicking her stance like he was her shadow, and took hold of her arms. She felt his breath in her hair. He strengthened her grasp on her rapier and lifted her right arm at the correct angle. It must have triggered his pain because he lost his balance, leaning against her before staggering backwards.
“Are you okay?”
“My arm’s a little sore, that’s all.” He was already trying to get her back into position.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this today.”
“Really, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. I’ll cover you for tonight, I’ve done it before I can do it again.” She said, leaving her position to look at him. “No matter how skilled you are you’re not in the right state today, Lockwood. It’s okay to rely on others, you know?”
He didn’t even acknowledge what she just said before adding
“Just try to hold your arm lower than you usually do so you don’t cramp up. It’ll allow you to gain stamina and it could save us some time.”
George called them from the kitchen, he needed help with the bags.
“How did you know-”
Lockwood was already climbing the iron stairs. She shook off the feeling that he could see right through her. It was good advice. She focused on that part and made a mental note to remember it tonight.
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The case had gone even better than the night before. Sure, it was just a Type One so it wasn’t as dangerous. But they were more coordinated, more organized and more methodical. Lockwood hadn’t gotten into a near death situation, which was a significant improvement. He had been in the last two cases they had been on together, it was enough for her to think it was a common occurrence.
She felt like she was part of a proper team again. However, now she didn’t feel the need to impress anyone. She wasn’t craving the praise and admiration of her team leader. It was liberating. She was free to do her job without worry. It made her feel more confident in her abilities too. She didn’t need to prove anything and she didn’t feel watched all the time. She had found a team that helped her grow.
They established a rotation of their roles, alternating who had to dispose of the source, who had to oil the chains and who had to give the keys back to the client the following day. The guys made her feel instantly like she was an essential member of the team.
The following day, two new clients made appointments. Then two others called. It was like she had blinked and then it had been a week since she’d been officially hired. The cases kept coming but she didn’t mind. Before all the drama of her professional life, she had loved her job and being part of an agency. It was risky, most of the time it sucked. But it was rewarding. And in the end she felt like she had a purpose, like she was making the most of the circumstances and helping out in her own way. The clients kept calling and the cases kept piling up, as if there was an outburst of paranormal activity. It wasn’t unusual to see an increase in hauntings nearing November, but she had hardly seen anything like this. Though Fittes had a lot more resources and maybe it hadn’t affected her team as much. With just them three they had a lot more work on their hands. It could get overwhelming at times but it kept her mind busy and she was thankful for that. It helped keep her dreams under control too. She hadn’t woken up in a cold sweat since she had seen the girl at the foot of her bed. And whatever she wanted from her, she was too busy to even think about it.
Another week passed. Time was flying and she had really gotten used to Portland Row. After a case she threw her rapier in the broken flower pot that stood as an umbrella stand with the others, smiled at the smell of toast coming from the kitchen, she was home. She knew what steps to avoid on a late night or an early morning, she started to know the names of the books in the library, she was even familiar with George’s filing system for their cases and his research, something even Lockwood found hard to follow.
She was grateful for George. He had brought her here. Well, she had followed him here but he was the reason she had stayed. And ever since he had made his best to make her feel at home. They had grown closer, they were actual friends now. Sometimes she assisted him on research, but mostly during the few moments of rest they had she sat at the kitchen table while he was cooking. Listening to him rambling was probably one of her main activities. But it kept her mind off her future, her responsibilities, her family who still thought she worked at Fittes. And she got to learn about random things that could always be useful someday. Once, she managed to find a source that had been hidden in a compartment inside a fireplace thanks to George’s detailed description of their nineteenth century construction technique.
Lockwood would sometimes join them, but it was rare. When they were home, he either had errands to run or paperwork to fill out. Late at night if they had a moment of rest he mostly sat in the comforting silence of the library with a magazine. He was still somewhat of a question mark. She hadn’t figured him out quite yet, but they got along. Training had become a regular thing. Once his arm had healed he had turned into the fencing teacher he aspired to be. He helped her improve her technique, her reflexes and stamina. She immediately saw the difference with the way Kipps used to train her. Kipps followed the rules, he’d always been behaving according to a script and every single one of his movements had been rehearsed. Because of him she had always thought that using her rapier was something that had been decided upon. There were rules and if she wanted to be good she had to stick to them. Anthony Lockwood was different. He was an artist with a weapon in his hand. He knew all the rules, sure. But he was creative, resourceful. Everything she had been taught so far was just a blank canvas to him and he used it to paint the most beautiful pictures. During their fights, he always found a way to gain the upper hand even when she thought her maneuver couldn’t be overpowered. He was so imaginative it was impossible to beat him. And he always looked elegant, no matter how long they fought he remained graceful until the end. It annoyed her every time. She always ended their sessions drenched in sweat and out of breath, her hair a mess. He looked slightly disheveled but overall unaffected. He didn’t even have the decency to act like she was a worthy opponent. His lessons were formative but also a great source of frustration. But it was all in good fun. It had helped them get along better. Though she didn’t feel like she had made much progress since the night he hired her. They would tease each other every now and then but aside from their training they didn’t spend that much time just the two of them. She didn’t know if he kept his distance intentionally or if it was just the normal relationship they should be having as colleagues. The night he comforted her was still very clear in her mind. She remembered vividly the gentleness of his tone and the warmth of his smile. She thought after that it would feel like they were actual friends but something was missing. She still considered that night to be special. It held a meaningful place in her mind, she hoped she would feel closer to him at some point. If she got George to come out of his shell, anything was possible.
Though, her optimism slightly faded the more she saw his behavior with others. She’d quickly learned that he had a natural charisma he used quite often, with clients, DEPRAC or anyone that might get in the way of what he wanted. He had different tricks he’d combine to make the best impression: listening intently to the requests, or sometimes orders, to seem polite and respectful, shine a wolf like smile to seem convinced and reasonable, then start a great speech with a serious tone and a hint of compassion, to end with that same grin she had soon learned was hard to say no to. What bugged her was that when she listened to those seemingly understanding tirades and saw him subtly smile, she got flashbacks from the night he hired her. It seemed a bit too familiar. It particularly disturbed her one night when the client they had been working for joined them right after they finished clearing her house. She had gone away during their inspection but was too preoccupied to sleep and had decided to stay nearby. When they debriefed the case and told her the ghost was very aggressive and was in fact her mother like she had suspected, she got emotional. Even more so when she was told the source was her own childhood stuffed animal. She was overcome with grief and the team tried to comfort her the best they could. She was on the steps in front of the house, too devastated to come in. She was barely older than them. y/n had felt much pain for her. Yet her attention was drawn to Lockwood, and how he comforted her. She was angry at herself for thinking about this. That girl was going through a lot and all her mind could focus on was how her colleague was behaving with her. She didn’t know what to say to ease her pain so she decided to make her tea. When she brought it to her she found out Lockwood was much more at ease than she was. As she reached the doorstep, she saw him sitting with their client.
“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I guess we’ve got that in common. How fun.” Their client tried to sound sarcastic but she was still sobbing.
“It gets better, I promise.” Lockwood put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to let people in, you might be pleasantly surprised.” He gave her a warm smile that, from afar, looked terribly similar to the one he had given her. It was like she was watching the scene from a few weeks ago, replaying here in front of her. Only this time she wasn’t part of it. And that smile wasn’t for her. She slowly closed the door, went back to the kitchen to pour a new cup of tea for Lockwood. She went back out and handed them their cup. He thanked her and smiled the same way he had a few moments ago, but it didn’t mean as much now.
She had tried not to pay too much attention to it yet she couldn’t help but feel like Lockwood had been lying to her somehow. She thought he had cared about her, since he had acted like a close friend would have. But every time she saw him shine his smile to someone else she realized it hadn’t really meant anything to him. Maybe getting close like she and George were would be harder than expected. Every time she thought she was close to figuring him out she went back to square one. It wouldn’t be the only thing that had made her notice how wrong she could be about him. His whole rivalry with Kipps and overall pride he made no effort to hide instinctively indicated that he was someone who would understand why she needed to clear her name, but apparently not.
After two weeks of late nights and intense work, they finally caught a breath. The phone had stopped ringing and they could finally enjoy a day off. They woke up late, George cooked a breakfast so big it could only be described as a feast. They had all planned to relax but George being George he intended to go to the Archives anyway.
“But you spend all your days there already!” y/n told him.
“Yes, but today I can research stuff I never have time to look into. Like that whole Dufour thing.”
“You’re not still into that, are you?” Lockwood lifted his eyes from his magazine.
“I just want to see if I was right!” He said, exiting the room.
“Of course you’re right. You are every time.” Lockwood mumbled, going back to his reading.
There was silence after he had gone. It was the first time in weeks that she was alone with Lockwood and they didn’t have to talk about work.
“You really think that he’s right?”
“From experience I’d say so, yeah.”
“Then I think I’m gonna go with him if you don’t need help with anything.”
“Oh. Sure.”
“If that bitch is involved in something big I have to find out!” She meant it as a joke, but part of it was true.
She got up to join George, but Lockwood caught her hand.
“You should let go of that whole thing, y/n. It’s not healthy to dwell on it.”
It took her a minute to answer. Her mind had gone blank the instant his fingers had brushed against her wrist.
“That woman fired me and is selling stolen sources. I want bad stuff to happen to her.”
He laughed lightly.
“I get it but… just be careful.”
“I will… I am.”
He nodded slightly, releasing her hand. His eyes didn’t leave her as she went to find George. Her hand still tingled as she stepped through the front door.
When they got to the Archives, the streets were buzzing with activity. They reached the inside of the building and the noise fell silent, everyone inside focused on their task. Despite the crowd, they managed to find an open spot. George was happy to have her with him that afternoon. Mostly because he wanted to go through the news coverage over the last month and had selected not one but four different newspapers for the task. With a hundred and twenty papers to read, he was glad he had extra help.
“What are we looking for exactly?”
“Anything that could be relevant to Dufour or relic-men. Something that could be part of a bigger operation linking them to the furnaces.”
“That doesn’t really narrow it down…” But he didn’t even notice what she said, he had already started reading.
They had two newspapers each, covering every day of the past month. She picked up the first one on her pile and started looking through the pages for any useful information. There wasn’t anything addressing relic-men or a dealing of sources. The columns dedicated to the Problem were focusing mainly on the advances made by the Rotwell Institute or the donations Fittes had provided to the victims of ghost-lock. One more death by ghost-touch wouldn’t make the headlines. She closed the first newspaper and reached for another one. George was scribbling at high speed in his notebook.
“Did you find something interesting?”
“Yes, about 3 and a half weeks ago there was a short article that mentioned the death of a man the police assumed to be a relic-man. Usually newspapers love this kind of story because relic-men really apply themselves when they kill a rival. It’s the kind of gruesome tale that boosts their sales. But here it’s very brief, talks succinctly of a settling of scores but nothing more. It’s a little surprising, maybe there’s more to it.”
His imagination paired with his attention to detail led to impressive discoveries in seemingly random information.
“Maybe you should double check mine when you’re done…”
She kept reading, the pile of newspapers decreasing slowly. She didn’t manage to find any groundbreaking piece of information, but she did notice the repetition of burglaries in different neighborhoods. It had been mentioned five or six times over the last few weeks. The stolen objects where the usual type of thing: jewelry, money and anything worth selling. But some objects stood out in the list made by the reporter because they were all antiques. The articles suggested that the culprit or culprits might be collectors, but George would certainly find another explanation. She pitched him her theory and he started to write even faster. She didn’t think that was possible. She was glad she could finally help, they had been here for two hours and she hadn’t contributed at all until now.
George got right back to his research but y/n needed a break. She told him she was going to get them some tea but he was already deep into another newspaper.
She got up and started to make her way outside. She climbed down the stairs, putting her jacket on. She headed for the door, but someone caught up with her and grabbed her arm. She turned around to see Quill Kipps with an uncomfortable look on his face.
“y/n, hello… I’m glad I ran into you…”
“I really don’t have time, George is waiting for me.” She dismissed him. She wasn’t over the comments he had made and she lacked the patience to have an entire conversation.
“Oh, some work to do for Lockwood & Co?” He said with an uneasy laugh. That kind of small talk didn’t seem to be his forte.
“Yeah.” She looked at the door, trying to send a message.
“I-I didn’t know you were… um… working there.”
She pressed her lips into a thin smile. She was actually curious to see what he was going to say next.
“You should watch out, Lockwood’s an idiot.”
Unbelievable. For arch nemeses they were behaving awfully similar. Though it would be unfair to say that his comment wasn’t accurate sometimes.
“That’s funny because I hear similar things about you back home.”
“Oh, it’s your home now?”
“Kipps, seriously what do you want?”
“I wanted to apologize.”
“Well, you’re doing a fantastic job!” She pushed the door and rushed outside. She didn’t know if it was Lockwood’s loathing of the guy that had rubbed off on her or if it was simply this conversation but she had had enough of him. Unfortunately for her he was persistent. He ran after her, telling her to slow down.
“What?” Her tone was cold and menacing.
He took a step back.
“y/n… I’m really sorry about what happened at the furnaces. It was insensitive and really dumb of me and I’m sorry.”
He seemed honest enough. She looked up.
“I’m worried about you. You were one of the best agents I’ve worked with but now there are some pretty bad rumors going around Fittes…”
“What rumors?”
Something shifted in his attitude. He was worried but he also seemed afraid of something she couldn’t pinpoint. He tried to put the next part delicately but it had the opposite effect.
“Many agents have been saying things about you going… bad? Like… on the wrong side of psychical work…”
Her stomach twisted and the fact that he spoke in riddles didn’t help. Was he afraid of her?
“Just spit it out, Kipps.”
“According to some probably unreliable sources, you’d be working closely with… relic-men.”
“You can’t be serious.” The blood left her cheeks.
“George too…”
She felt light-headed.
“Given your reaction I’m guessing I was right not to believe them.”
“How gracious of you.”
“y/n I’m serious. I may have only worked with you for a month but I know how seriously you took your job. And given the proportions this is taking I just wanted to offer my help.”
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t seen today’s paper?”
“No… why?”
He pulled out a newspaper. On the front page the head title read “Rogue agents: should we be doing more?”. She looked up at him, a million questions flooding her mind. That article couldn’t be about her, right? He gave her an apologetic smile and asked her if she wanted a cup of coffee. He didn’t wait for her answer and led her to the coffee shop next door. Her eyes hadn’t left the article as they sat down. The reporter was explaining in great details that agents, after seeing so many traumatic things, needed to be eased back into society before returning to a normal life. He invoked psychological explanations that remained unclear. He advocated for the creation of a rehabilitation program to keep ex-agents under control so they didn’t end up on the wrong side of the law. He went as far as offering a mandatory two-month long camp of sorts for troublesome young people. He justified his remarks with murky reasons. Having worked in the field for many years, she knew this was all bullshit. But to someone who had never been in her shoes, it would be convincing without a doubt. But the worst part was yet to come. To emphasize the urgency of this issue, the reporter used examples of agents who had apparently gone wrong, citing several supervisors as his source. Apparently, a certain Fittes supervisor had been the witness to concerning behaviors coming from two young people, now ex agents, who had been caught committing several felonies, including maintaining business relations with known relic-men. Right there, on the following line, appeared her name. The reporter ended his piece in a dramatic tone, underlying the fact that those wrong doers hadn’t been apprehended by DEPRAC and remained at large.
She threw the newspaper back on the table.
“It wouldn’t have surprised me that much to hear that Karim was part of this. But you… It seemed impossible. And I really wanted to check up on you.”
She didn’t know what to say. Her name was being dragged through the mud. And what, she was going to be forced in a rehabilitation program made up by some trashy reporter and all because of the same person who fired her? Like ending her career hadn’t been enough. She was taking the blame for the crimes she had seen Dufour commit.
“I need to… get out of there.”
Kipps got up as she stood up.
“Can I keep this?”
“Yes, whatever you need.”
She smiled, or at least tried, and pushed the door of the coffee shop. Before she left Kipps called her.
“y/n, I’m on your side okay? You can count on me.”
“Thank you.” She answered faintly. She was still shaken. She couldn’t believe the proportions this was taking. She had finally started to let go of her time at Fittes and all her efforts were reduced to nothing with just one page in a newspaper.
She rushed back to the Archives, desperate to show the article to George. He hadn’t noticed how long she had been gone, he didn’t even say anything about the tea she didn’t bring back. His notebook was filled with new facts and arrows linking some of them together. She sat down next to him. He didn’t look up, he just started talking, saying something about repetitive power outages. She pushed the newspaper Kipps gave her in front of his notes.
“What’s this?”
“Today’s newspaper. We made the front page.”
“What do you-”
His eyes were fleeting across the paper. They grew wider as he went further.
“This is a joke, right?”
“I wish it was. Maybe it’s just a nightmare and I’ll wake up on the couch with your feet in my face.” She tried to ease the tension she was feeling but none of them laughed. She was self-conscious about being in a place filled with agents. Did they read the paper too? Did they know who they were? She heard two people whispering on her left, she turned to look, George did the same.
“Maybe we’ll be better home.”
“Yeah let’s get out of here.”
No one had said a thing the whole way home. They were both lost in thought. George opened the front door. They took off their jacket and instinctively went down to the kitchen. She put the kettle on while he got some biscuits. They sat facing each other, seeking comfort in the sweetness of cookies and the warmth of their tea. Lockwood entered the room and was taken aback by the look on their face.
“What happened to you both? You look like you’ve seen a ghost in broad daylight.”
“We ran into Kipps.” George said without elaborating.
“I can understand how this could ruin someone’s day.” He smiled broadly.
“It’s not about him.” y/n snapped. “It’s about this.” She handed him the newspaper.
Lockwood skimmed through the article, still smiling. He didn’t look affected at all.
“Well, this is obviously ridiculous. But there’s no need to panic over a badly written article.”
“Lockwood this is on the front page!” George exclaimed.
“Rumors are starting to spread at Fittes.” y/n said in a monotone voice.
“I understand that this is an uncomfortable position to be in but it’ll blow over. There’s no need to overreact, juts keep a low profile.”
“I’m not gonna sit still while Dufour is out there ruining our reputation after already ruining our careers.” She stood up. “We’ve got enough dirt to bury her with what we found today.”
Lockwood gave her an exasperated look. George didn’t notice and began going over his notes, explaining the connections he had made.
“There’s clearly a link there and we can act on it!”
“Absolutely not!”
The temperature had dropped several degrees. The tension in the room was palpable. At least y/n felt it. But George had kept on going, starting to come up with a plan to follow Dufour and see what she was up to from up close.
“George.” Lockwood interrupted. “You’re reaching. It’s a coincidence at best and you know it. It wouldn’t be the first time relic dealing affects other industries.”
“Come on! Don’t you think that-”
“No. I don’t. Please try to focus on the real cases this business needs and don’t get stuck on another obsession.”
“You’re so unfair! You’re the one who keeps telling me that George is always right and that we should listen to his instincts!” y/n cut in.
“And I also told you that you shouldn’t do what he does. The last time you did, it got you fired.” Lockwood turned to her, his arms crossed. How often was he going to go into that well?
“Because you’re always so good at following made up rules…”
“I’m being rational and grounded, which in this case makes me exemplary.”
“Right, and that’s coming from the guy who disregards his own safety most of the time and doesn’t acknowledge that the risks he takes are completely unnecessary.”
“You’re the one who wants to play right into her game! Can’t you see that she’s waiting for one of you to slip up so you can take the blame for everything she’s done?” He gave both of them a warning look. He made a good point, but he was much too aware of it and she didn’t want to acknowledge it.
“I’m serious when I say do not act on it. Dragging Lockwood&Co into this mess would be the last thing we need.”
His last words ignited the flame already burning inside her.
“This is all this is about, isn’t it? If your name was the one being tied to crimes you didn’t commit you’d be the first to convince us to do something about this. But when it’s the other way around you have to think of business first.”
“This company is all you have left!”
“Rather you’re all we have left, right? The great Anthony Lockwood rescuing us and being a hero. How glorious of you!”
He scoffed and closed exasperated eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You need to keep your ego in check, Lockwood. You need us as much as we need you!”
“If you want to cut your safety net then you can go! But as long as you work in my company, you’ll have to listen to what I have to say. It’s my name on the door and it’s my decision.”
She stormed out of the room and went up to the attic. His lack of understanding was too much to bear. She wished he had listened. Was it really too much to ask? She really thought that he would see why she needed to do something instead of laying low. Him of all people should understand. She guessed she didn’t know him as well as she thought.
She spent the rest of the day in her room, brooding, thinking about Dufour. The nerve she had to blame her for everything she did. All of this because she offered a different solution than hers to a client? Sure she broke into her office after that but it still seemed extreme.
She didn’t feel like going downstairs for dinner. She wasn’t really hungry anyway. But even if she had been, she didn’t want to face the obvious tension that would follow. She had gotten used to Lockwood’s warm brown eyes, but today they had been cold when he looked at her. She hadn’t been arguing with a friend or roommate or whatever they were, he had been her employer and she was expected to follow his orders.
There was a knock on her door. It was George, bringing her some food. He put the plate on her nightstand and sat next to her on her bed.
“Thought you could use something to eat.”
“That’s sweet of you, thank you.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Upset. And overwhelmed. But I’ll be okay. It’s just a lot you know?”
“Yeah… I still tried to convince Lockwood over dinner. You were right not to come down, it wasn’t a pleasant conversation. He’s dead set on burying this whole thing.”
At least she had one ally in this house.
“I don’t understand his reaction. It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Don’t overthink it. He’s just… like that sometimes.”
She didn’t say anything for a while, lost in thought. George went to get the plate he had brought up and put it in her hands.
“You should eat. Don’t worry, you’ll be back to teasing each other in no time.” She froze. After a second, she looked up and saw him look so proud of himself.
“That’s not what this is about! What are you even getting at?”
He laughed and put a hand over her shoulder, rolling his eyes. She wanted to push him off her bed, but one bite and she surrendered, forced to compliment him yet again on his cooking.
The following morning y/n was the first one up. Sleep had cleared her mind. If Lockwood wasn’t going to help them, then she would take matter into her own hands. The plan George had started to elaborate the night before had grown into her mind. Following Dufour would really help her know what she was up against. George’s theory was a good start, but to take action she needed to know more about her operation, her clients, her associates. What was she in charge of exactly? How did she cover her tracks?
She walked into the kitchen with purpose. Today, she was taking her life back. She brewed some tea, poured herself a cup and ate toasts as she started to devise her plan on the Thinking Cloth. She remained vague on purpose. If Lockwood saw it, he would think it was just theoretical, like one of George’s ideas. She was so focused that she didn’t hear him coming in. He poured himself a cup of tea, but it was only when he spat it out that she noticed he was there.
“Why do you always make your tea so bitter?” he asked way too loudly for this hour of the morning.
“I think it suits you…” She mumbled, her eyes still set on the table.
He poured more water in his cup but still groaned when he tried it again. Desperate for silence, she got up and grabbed the sugar.
“Here, maybe it’ll soften your mood too.”
“No!” he exclaimed too late. She was already adding sugar to his cup. The opposition only made her pour more of it.
She felt him glaring at her. She tried not to smile, knowing it would infuriate him further and make her morning even less enjoyable. She sat back down and grabbed licorice from the bag that rested on the table. As she went to take a bite he slapped her wrist, making her drop it.
“Ow! What was that for?”
He didn’t bother to answer. He simply took the bag of licorice and left the room. She thought many things of Anthony Lockwood. He was a prick and an idiot, hot headed and impulsive, stubborn, but she didn’t know petty was also part of the list. He quickly said something about meeting an old friend before slamming the front door on his way out. It must have woken up George since he stumbled into the kitchen sleepy-eyed just a few minutes later. She didn’t intend on filling him in about her plan just yet. She wanted to have tangible result before dragging him into it.
She took a while longer to get all the details of her plan. She had tried to plan an itinerary that checked all the important places she needed to stake out. She would try to do as much as possible in one day. Once she had a clear idea where to start, she went up to the attic to finish getting ready. In the hall, she told George she had some errands to run. She put on her shoes, grabbed her coat and was about to open the door when the bell rang. She looked through the peephole. A tall thin man and a woman where standing in front of the door, a DEPRAC van parked right outside the house. She hesitantly opened the door.
“Good morning. I’m inspector Barnes, this is inspector Wade. Is George Karim here?”
“Um… Yes. Yes, he’s here. Should I go and get him?”
He ignored her question.
“Are you miss (y/n)?”
“Yes… I am…”
“I’m gonna have to ask you both to come with us.”
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PS : I'm probably gonna open the next part with a couple of scenes from lockwood's pov ;))
#ukuwrites#who follows the rules anyway#lockwood and co fic#lockwood and co#anthony lockwood x reader#anthony lockwood x y/n#lockwood and co imagine#lockwood & co#anthony lockwood#george karim#quill kipps
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Finally! I finally got it all typed up! So here it is:
A Waltz with Patience
Part 4.
Part 3 is here
Tags/CW: Wholesome AF, in which Nikto "casually" drops some info, Rusty concocts a plan, the team gets to see some of Mimic's performing skills, and Castle gets another win
Word Count: 1312 (lol)
"Daddy got Mimic to dance with him?" You ask, eyes shining with excitement as you looked up at Nikto. He had mentioned it so casually to you and Rusty, but you knew better. It was obvious that he had ulterior motives in telling you. Nikto was very secretive. Nothing he said was without thought. And his words had Rusty grinning like a madman.
"Mama loves music." He says, looking between you and Nikto with a manic grin. "It's the easiest way to get her to actually open up and be herself. She's entirely in her element when there's music playing." He's practically vibrating in his seat, clearly excited by this little it of information that Nikto had given you. Rusty looks at you, a mischievous gleam in his pretty green eyes. "I've got an idea that might finally get her to open up enough to stop being so shy around everyone. Especially the captain."
The two of you worked together on Rusty's plan. It was simple enough. He made a playlist to use to ease Mimic into opening up more while being able to fully enjoy herself. "One of her nicknames is 'The Bard.' Her skill for performance is almost otherworldly." Rusty tells you as he selects songs and adds them to the list. "She can match the vibe of a song in an instant and put on a show that will leave the whole audience captivated. Trust me. The captain is in for one hell of a show."
Getting Keegan and Nova to agree to help didn't take any convincing. They both saw the way their captain looked at Mimic when she wasn't paying attention. The idea that they would be able to finally get the skittish lieutenant to relax around him, all while being able to watch her perform, was too tempting to pass up.
Later that evening, the four of you enacted Rusty's plan while everyone was relaxing in the common room. You were sitting at a table with Rusty, Keegan, and Nova, playing a game of cards that you were barely paying any attention to. Castle and Nikto were sitting on the couch, reading over the mission details once more. Mimic was curled up in an armchair, quietly reading a book and trying not to draw any attention to herself. Not that it was working all that well, since Castle kept sneaking glances at her.
They current song running on Rusty's devious playlist was a relaxing, instrumental number. You had noticed that Mimic had almost immediately relaxed when the music had started. Rusty obviously knew what he was doing. As the relaxing music gave way to a more upbeat song, he got up and held a hand out to you. You took it, letting him pull you out of your seat and lead you in a fun dance. Castle looks up, raising an eyebrow at the scene, a small smirk on his face. He glances over at Mimic to find her watching as well with a small smile on her face.
Dancing with Rusty was exhilirating. He had no problem keeping up with the beat, and had you giggling as he moved you around. Nova and Keegan join you two during the next song, enjoying the moment of pure fun. Mimic had put her book down and was watching the four of you enjoy yourselves, her fingers tapping out the beat against her thigh.
Rusty finally gets Mimic on her feet and moving with the third song. As she starts to dance, he crows an enthusiastic "C'mon, Mama! Show 'em how it's done!" She doesn't miss a beat when the lyrics kick in, matching the the energy of the song and singing with a confidence that the team wouldn't have thought her capable of. You were completely captivated as she essentially put on a show for everyone. She even pulled Keegan and Nova in to dance with her during different parts of the song.
Mimic belts out and holds a high note so perfectly that the team cheers. Even Nikto claps for her, impressed by her skill. Rusty taps Castle on the shoulder and leads him to a chair that had been placed in the center of the room. The lanky redhead grins and winks. "Best seat in the house, Cap." He drawls before returning to your side.
He had clearly thought this plan through very thoroughly, because the next song was a sultry and seductive number, and Mimic zeroed in on Castle. She saunters over to him, her voice low as she sings. Moving around him as if she were appraising an offering.
"And you're looking at me, like I'm your Eve. Down on your knees."
Castle was not prepared for her actions during those lyrics. She simultaneously pulled him forward by his shirt and kicked the chair out from under him, forcing him to his knees with perfect timing. His eyes were locked on her as she continued to move around him, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. She danced with natural grace and sensuality, the sway of her hips making his mouth water.
When the song ends, Mimic is standing in front of Castle, leaning down with his chin cupped in her hand and his hands grasping her hips. Before she can pull away and escape his grasp once again, Castle stands quickly, scooping her up in his arms and devouring her surprised yelp as his lips meet hers in a fervid kiss. Mimic melts into the kiss, returning it with just as much passion as her legs wrap around his waist.
He pulls away slightly, looking into those soft grey eyes as he continues to hold her in his arms. God, she feels so good against him. He was tempted to carry her to his room, strip her down, and bury his face between her pretty thighs until her voice was hoarse from her cries of pleasure. But not yet. She was getting shy again, that telltale blush blooming on her pale cheeks. Flower petals on freshly fallen snow.
The team spends the rest of the evening dancing and laughing, with Castle stealing sweet kisses every chance he gets. He doesn't neglect you or the rest of the team, of course he doesn't. But the four of you redirect him back to Mimic every time. Her time with the team was limited, after all. Even Nikto was soaking in his time with her, letting her lead him in a relaxed waltz while everyone else sat back and watched.
When it comes time for lights out, Castle wraps his arms around Mimic's waist. He kisses her sweetly before gazing fondly down at her.
"Keep me company tonight?" He asks quietly, tilting his head to the side just slightly as the corners of his mouth curl up into a warm smile. He wasn't going to pressure her, knowing that taking things at her pace would make the end result that much sweeter. Mimic looks up at him, getting lost for a moment in those gorgeous brown eyes. She nods, letting him lead her to his room.
He lets her get comfortable in the bed first before he settles in behind her and pulls her back against his chest. Her body fit against his so perfectly, and he relished the way she relaxed in his embrace. He buried his face in her hair, taking in her scent and appreciating that the skittish little rabbit was starting to accept his affection.
Mimic felt Castle's chest rumble against her back as he whispered soft praises to her, his hand moving gently up and down her side. The combination of his voice and touch lull her into a deep, peaceful sleep. When he knew for sure that she was sleeping, Castle finally allowed himself to slip into a sweet slumber, looking forward to waking up with her.
Songs that inspired this part:
What A Time to be Alive - Fall Out Boy
Martyr -KiNG MALA
Taglist: @charliemwrites @soupforthecryptids
#cod ocs#other people's characters#mimic writes#sergeant rusty#captain daddy#lieutenant mimic#a waltz with patience#keegan#nova#nikto#my cod ocs
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“60/40”
i want a hundred of your time. you’re mine.
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Art was subjective.
Through any flick of the brush or stroke of paint, anything could be created. Anything could be interpreted. Perspective. It was all about perspective.
Tara had it. She knew how to draw on the inside and the outside. It was easy for her to decide what lines to remove and which to cross. It was quite simple when she had a straightforward rule.
Nobody touches Sam.
Bathed in neglect and sin, Tara was a rabid dog. She bit down, held on, and refused to give in. Too many times had she been the dog with a bird at the door of someone who didn’t want anything to do with her— especially with Sam. But that didn’t matter now. She was reunited with her big sister. And she wasn’t going to let go.
She couldn’t help that her hackles rose each time she saw Sam interact with someone that wasn’t her. She frothed at mouth each time she watched her big sister touch someone that wasn’t her, and she could feel her teeth sharpen each time Sam uttered I love you to anyone but Tara.
Tara knew how to create art. She was good with a pen and pencil. She excelled at oils and pastels. But the most underrated tool was what she could do with a knife.
It wasn't easy following in her big sister’s footsteps. Sam had a knack for violence and a lust to create. Some saw it as destruction, ripping people apart until nothing was left. But Tara knew better. Her sister was an artist, her canvas the bodies of the vexed and deplorable.
She wanted to be her big sister so bad. All she ever wanted was for people to look at her and say— Tara is just like Sam.
The planning took a long time. She was an architect, a creator, and a designer focused on concocting her own piece of art. She observed Sam noticed how the vein in her jaw jumped when she clenched it or how she dug her fingernails into her palms when angered. She learned how to subdue a body properly and carve it out from the inside out.
Once she felt prepared, all she needed was a victim. Someone to take a clean apart, turn it inside out, and make it new again.
So it really was a no-brainer on who to pick once Rebecca wandered into Sam’s life. For Sam, it was an immediate friendship. But for Tara, it was immediate aversion.
In all fairness, Tara tried. She did give it a chance. The girl was just too… boisterous. Too loud, always taking up all the oxygen in the room, leaving Tara uncomfortably breathless. Rebecca took everything- Sam’s time, energy, and power; and left Tara an exhausted and quiet big sister. When Tara wanted more love or attention, Sam couldn’t give it, as she was exhausted from giving her all to her fruitless friendship.
And Tara couldn’t allow that to happen anymore. She wouldn’t allow any more days of little conversations, nights staying up waiting for a too-drunk big sister to come home. Rebecca didn’t love or appreciate Sam’s creativity and heart as Tara did.
Rebecca would never see it coming, what Tara would do next. That was how the world worked—you had to leave before you got left or caught.
So when the girl wakes up in an abandoned warehouse, her wrists bound and her mouth gagged, she doesn’t understand. Typical. The arsonist never realized that they left a trail of gasoline for anyone to ignite.
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Tara chuckles, watching the girl writhe under her restraints. She did such a good job making sure that the knots wouldn’t shift like Sam taught her. God, Sam was going to be so proud of her budding little artist.
Eventually, Rebecca spots Tara standing in the shadows, her dark eyes shining with lust. The girl flips her body around desperately, foolishly believing that Tara is actually here to save her. The absolute gall this woman had.
Padding out of the darkness, Tara stops before her little hostage, tilting her head. She couldn’t help the grin that grew across her face, a real Cheshire cat grin. Everything in her felt red-hot and alive, and it took more restraint than she would care to admit not to carve up her canvas now. She instead bent down and ripped the gag out.
Flopping like a caught fish, Rebecca gasps for air, her face crimson. She looks up at Tara with wide eyes, tears bubbling over and down her cheeks. “Why are you doing this? Why, Tara?”
Tara cocks her head, circling her prey, enjoying the chase. “You know what you did,” she hummed.
The woman shakes her head robotically, almost comically. She pulls against her restraints, Tara’s grin only getting more significant as she struggles. Finally, she stops pulling, tears pooling onto the cold concrete below her. “No, I don’t! What did I do? Why are you hurting me?” she wails.
Shrugging, Tara looks at her nails, bored. She forgot how much she hated monologuing. But she supposed she owed the girl an answer. “I’m not hurting you. I’m showing you what happens when you take what is mine.”
“What did I take? I didn’t take anything!” Rebecca shouts, pulling at her wrists again.
“Sixty-forty,” Tara whispers, her voice cold and sharp.
Rebecca stopped struggling and cocks her head in confusion. Tara could practically taste the blood on her tongue, her mouth salivating in anticipation of the kill.
“What? What does that mean?” Rebecca whispers, her eyes wide.
Tara bends down, roughly grasping the woman’s chin. She forces Rebecca to look her in the eye, as this was her artwork, and she was the artist. She was the mastermind. Everything would happen the way she wanted it to. “Look at me. It’s the time- look at me. There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Clearing her throat, now with the attention of her hostage on her, she continued. “Like I was saying, that’s the time you took from me. You took sixty percent of the time I should have with Sam and left me forty. I’m not too fond of that. No, it should be ninety-five, five. Or better yet, one hundred to nil. Do you understand?”
“You’re hurting me because I hung out with your sister?” Rebecca cries, her tears leaking onto Tara’s hand.
Pulling her hand back in disgust, Tara wipes her fingers onto her jeans. “Hey. No, no. I’m making art. I’m creating—Sam’s mine. I’m showing her that I'm capable of creating gifts to win her back. You’re just collateral, I suppose,” she muses, shrugging.
“Please let me go.”
And that’s what she heard it. That voice. The voice that soothed every fear and fed every need. The voice that spoke reason, and gave honesty. The one thing Tara could always fall into, and follow home.
“Oh sweetheart, don’t let her go Tara. Show me. Show me your love. Give me your heart,” Sam purred, circling the two. Tara looked up at her sister, grinning maniacally, her eyes dark.
For Tara, she knew she was safe. For Rebecca, she thought she was saved.
Looking up at Sam, Rebecca smiled, her face softening in relief. “Sam! You gotta help me. Please, please let me go. Tell your psycho bitch sister to let me go!”
However, those were the wrong choice of words. If the woman was even the slightest bit smart or had a shred of intelligence, she would’ve realized her mistake. She doused herself in blood and threw herself into the lion’s den.
Soft and calculated, Sam speaks. “What did you call her?”
Tara shivers at her big sister’s voice, sweat trickling down her back. It was the same tone that she heard in New York before the knife was plunged through Detective Bailey’s eye. The detached cruelty that Sam could slip on and off so quickly, forgoing her humanity.
She wants to master that skill one day.
As if sensing the reality of her situation, Rebecca sobs, snot running down her face. “Sam, please,” she softly begs, hiccuping.
Her big sister tilts her head, shaking it slowly. Tara could feel her heart bursting at the seams, her love for Sam overflowing. Sam tutted softly and, instead, kicked the girl swiftly in the ribs. Swallowing hard, Tara’s heart thumped, her hands twitching, waiting for a command.
As Rebecca moaned in pain, Sam turned back to her sister, her pupils dilated. “Tara, continue. Show me your love,” Sam orders, stepping back, allowing her sister room to work.
Tara grinned, looking down at Rebecca. She took her switchblade out, unsheathing the blade. “You heard her. It’s time to continue now,” she purred, her eyes glazed in passion.
All that could be heard was hollow screaming echoing off of an empty warehouse and the clattering of knives onto the cold pavement. Soon, the screaming stopped, and Tara stepped back, admiring her work.
Sam wrapped her arms around Tara’s shoulders, pulling her in and holding her down. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You’re such a good artist,”
Tara hummed. “I’ve had lots of practice,”
Her big sister’s eyes lit up in wonder. “Show me,” she softly growled, commanding Tara to her will.
And Tara obeyed. They were finally together. She wasn’t selfish. She just wasn’t sharing.
Sam was hers. Tara was Sam’s. That was it.
#scream#sam carpenter#tara carpenter#carpenter sisters#AU: sam’s heart#ao3 author#dark and twisty carpenter sisters#scream vi
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──★ ˙ ̟ Blue Lock matchup No.5 @mooncakes-and-peaches
Hello! This is my last current matchup. I’ll be writing more soon as I have 3 shorter bonus ones planned for the few people who sent in after the cut-off. I’ll be opening them up again soon once I find I have more free time! I also have some special types of matchups planned so stay tuned!
So anyways, some of the things you noted in your matchup felt really refined and sort of sophisticated, in a way? So, with that, I decided to match you to Reo Mikage!
I know you’re anime only, and so matching you to Reo might not make much sense now, but his personality really shines through in the manga, and I might write a bit over my intended limit trying to prove that to you, so hear me out!
―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I'm a huge homebody. I enjoy watching TV… drawing occasionally.. writing ideas and characters for stories…”
“…and working out (my goal is to look fit and I’ve actually managed to get some muscle!) I like playing tennis, but I have to be in the mood and the weather has to be right.”
If you’ve read most of my matchups so far, I’ve said this same thing a few times, but most of your description sort of gave me Reo vibes (if that makes sense). We know that canonically, Reo is/was studious in school, achieved high marks and always performed well in what he did/does. Despite this, I feel as though he’d definitely enjoy staying home after a long day of training (as anyone else probably would). Though, Reo would definitely motivate you to play more tennis; he’d probably see potential in your skills despite you having specific conditions to be in the mood to play right! He’d also bring you along when he has training at the gym, and the two of you would train together, and this way, the both of you can meet your fitness goals together. Though on those off days when the both of you aren’t in the right mood to go to the gym, you’d stay home, and binge watch a TV show together, sharing a bowl of popcorn and different types of chocolates that he picked up from a super-high-end chocolatier earlier that day. I feel like Reo, being the rich kid that he is, is probably used to super refined tastes, like 95%+ dark chocolate. I’m not sure whether you like dark chocolate or not (personally, I absolutely love it) but if you don’t he’d try to convince you to try it, and if you do, the two of you would eat the box of chocolates together.
―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I'll let things slide here and there, but I've never been a big risk-taker/have been rebellious. At the same time, and I know this is contradicting, I'm a very lazy individual, but recently I've been doing better doing what needs to be done and more.”
Seeing as Reo is kinda a textbook spoiled rich kid, he also carries a little bit of a ‘look at me, I’m following the rules’ kind of personality, but not necessarily in a bad way. Seeing as you’re someone who seems to avoid trouble, he may see you as a ‘refined’ individual and take interest in that. We know that Reo is a huge business and stocks nerd, (duh) his family says it all. So, I’d imagine that he’d constantly yap to you about those types of things, asking you if you’ve seen the stocks today, and always telling you and about the shifting economic state of whichever country is on his mind today. I may be wrong about this, but in the case that you do know about those types of things (I def do not) I can imagine the two of you talking about it for hours. In the case that you don’t really know much about business-y type things, you’d listen to him talk and talk about something he read in a book he bought earlier that day, only to end his yap session by saying:
“Well, I don’t really care since I don’t want my dad’s company anyway. I’ve got Nagi, and together, our soccer will…”. Congratulations, yap session number 2 is about to begin! Although, you don’t really mind, because seeing Reo finally have something to call his own brings a special type of warmth to your heart. His newfound motivation towards wanting to be good at something that he grew from nothing himself definitely makes you feel like you can motivate yourself to build your own skill at things that you already enjoy doing.
I’d imagine that Reo would obviously bring you to meet Nagi. He’d take you along to watch him practice one time and introduce you to his closest friends (literally only Nagi, maybe Chigiri? – but I won’t spoil anything for you). Seeing as you didn’t mention soccer as one of your interests he might suggest that the three of you play a sport together one day, and you’d suggest tennis. With Nagi being the talented freak he is, his general skill in almost anything he does may physically exhaust you, with you opting to watch him and Reo go against each other in a match while you keep the scores. That’s not to say that you’re bad at playing tennis, of course. Nagi is (was) known to make these types of underhanded comments at another person who isn’t up to his skill level (😭).
―୨୧⋆ ˚ “I don't have an aesthetic, I just like to wear whatever is comfy and don't really stray from my regular stuff (another thing I need to work on).”
Given his riches, Reo would obviously have expensive taste. If I’m not wrong, he wears designer clothes and all that jazz. So, seeing as you also have a super self-improving orientated mindset, (in my opinion) he’d always motivate you to do new things and open your avenues up a little. That’s why I think he’d pamper you with new clothes, or randomly take you ‘shopping’ where in reality he takes you to get one of those colour analyses, where the person would help you figure out what colour ‘looks best’ on you. He’d pay extra attention to it and buy you things based on what the analyst says. Of course, he takes it with a grain of salt, and lets his personal opinion seep through when buying you gifts. As for you, you’d give him a little ‘fashion show’ where you try on the clothes he bought you so as to not disappoint him, even if they’re not really your style. In the end, you’d pick out a couple pieces that you ended up liking a lot and scold him for splurging (just because he has tons of money, doesn’t mean he should spend it all!). He’d also take note of the types of things you ended up keeping and use it as reference for his next shopping haul for you. From personal experience, he knows that money isn’t the only thing that can keep a person happy, so he definitely tries to not overwhelm you with all his gifts and stuff. Seeing you smile and be content is one of the most important things to him, and he’d be absolutely torn if he was the reason for you to feel any sort of sadness.
#btw all the character dividers in this series were made by me :D#coldhandsss#writing#blue lock#fluff#anime#bllk#blue lock x reader#reo mikage#mirage reo#blue lock reo#reo x reader#reo mikage x reader#bllk x reader#matchups
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