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Paring: Regulus Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: Everything told them to be apart, but they said fuck the world.

Inspiration: Click

People would describe the younger Lupin sibling as warm and bright. She shined like the sun and was warm like a sunny summer day. She was the breeze on a warm summer day and the sun on a chilly autumn morning. She was worn books with annotations in the margins, highlighting, and scribbles. She was dependable, sweet, kind, and loving.

Dependable like a best friend. Sweet like Honeydukes chocolate. Kind of like a puppy dog who had been just adopted and as lovable as soft blankets. Her brother was no different. He oozed shyness, charisma, and intelligence. His tousled sandy hair and gleaming green eyes made everyone bend to his will. He didn’t even know that he was doing it.

But by fifth year, Remus Lupin had come out as gay. A month later, Sirius Black was on top of the Gryffindor table with a blushing Remus announcing their relationship. Remus had given his sister a sheepish look as he sat back down. Y/n had just kissed his cheek and smiled.

Y/n and Regulus had been sitting beside each other when Sirius had taken the Great Hall by storm. Instinctively, Regulus tightened his grip on her hand, and Y/n allowed her thumb to run along his. She watched as his shoulders relaxed a prominent amount.

“Well,” Regulus whispered, “I wasn’t expecting that. Did you know?”

Y/n shook her head, “No, but I’m happy for them. Are you?”

“I ‘spose.” Regulus shrugged, “When do you think they’ll find out about us?”

“Remus is a bit oblivious.” Y/n replied, “Sirius doesn’t really turn his head in your direction.”

Regulus looked down at his lap, “So if anything, we’ll have to tell them.”

“Do you think,” His voice was lower than a whisper, “That he’ll ever be my brother again?”

“I do.” Y/n leaned her head on his shoulder, “Siblings have a special bond.”

“I hope you’re right.”

She snorted, “I’m always right.”

At that, he cracked a smile.

Maybe it was her warmth that melted the ice surrounding Regulus’ heart. The icy, cold, Regulus Black. It wasn’t like they were hiding their relationship, but people were terrified to talk about it. They didn’t want to face the wrath of the young Black brother.

Regulus was described as the dark, cold winter nights people despised. The winter nights that were so low in temperature that even staying inside with the heat on, blankets on, and layers of clothes couldn’t warm. He was sleek, hardcover books and soggy leaves in the fall that left you disappointed when the satisfying crunch didn’t echo through your ears.

Regulus Black was everything but warm. He was your least favorite color. Your least favorite food. He was everything you hated. Perhaps it was Y/n’s sweetness that brought some of the crunchiness back to his leaf, the pen to his book, and the folded pages.

They were star-crossed lovers. Everything in the universe was trying to keep them apart from the colors of their robes and the clashing of their personalities. Regulus was the dry autumn and brash winter. Y/n was the prospering spring and hopeful summer. Perhaps they were the best of both worlds, and that’s why they worked together so well.

It wasn’t until their sixth year when their relationship had become the talk of the school. Regulus had begun wearing long sleeves even in the hot months, and people grew suspicious. Only he and she knew what laid beneath that crisp white button-up. Beneath the cold ice he kept around his heart.

Y/n looked around Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for her raven-haired boyfriend as Remus joined his friends on the train. When she did find him, it wasn’t pleasant. Walburga had been fussing with his sleeve, making sure it stayed down, and she had slapped the back of his head for slouching over. Regulus had rolled his shoulders to stand up straight. Orion didn’t look impressed, and Walburga murmured something along the lines of, “Good enough.”

“Now, what do we say, Regulus?”

Regulus caught Y/n’s eyes for just a split second, and he looked away hastily, “Toujours Pur.”

“Good.” Walburga stated, “Now go.”

He nodded and began walking toward Y/n’s general direction. Regulus took her hand in his directing her on another path, “Meet at our usual compartment.”

Y/n gave him a smile in response as she walked away. It left Regulus with a pink hue coating his usually pale skin. His stomach fluttered, and his heart palpitated. They entered the train on opposite sides and met in the middle at their compartment. She was already sitting down when he plopped down beside her. His head was leaning on her shoulder.

“Missed you.” Regulus slurred, sleep evident in his tone, “Wish I could’ve escaped.”

“I missed you too, Reggie.” Y/n took his left hand in hers, “But I know that we have a lot to talk about.”

He tensed, “I suppose we do.”

“Things like what’s on your left forearm?”

“Y/n, please-“

“I’m not mad.”

“But you’re disappointed.”

Her light laugh confused him, “I’m not either, actually.”

Regulus lifted his head to look at her, “You aren’t?”

“I just want to know what you plan on doing with that mark.”

“I don’t have a choice.” Regulus stated, slumping down again, “I have to serve him.”

Y/n hesitated, “You have choices.”

“What are they?”

“Be a spy.”

“A spy?” Regulus queried incredulously, “Are you serious?”

A silly smile graced her features, “Actually. Forget I asked that. Are you daft?”

“No.” Y/n replied, “I’m actually top of our class, so.”

“If he finds out I’m a spy. Then I’d be killed, Y/n.” Regulus said softly, “It’d be different if I didn’t care about anyone. If I had nothing to lose, but I do, and I don’t want to lose a chance at a future with you because of it.”

Y/n took his face into her hands, “You can’t do this. You can’t work for him. You’ll kill yourself slowly anyway.”

“I don’t have a choice.” He wiped a tear from her cheek, “This was bound to happen. This was my fate.”

“Who gives a shit about fate.” Y/n chuckled tearfully, “Professor Trelawney always said that you could change fate.”

Regulus cracked a tiny smile, “You would pay attention in Divination, wouldn’t you.”

“Someone’s gotta give Sirius the notes.”

“Sirius… I didn’t even think about-“ Regulus stopped, “He’s- He’s gonna hate me.”

“Hey, Regulus, look at me.” His breathing sped up, and his hands began to tremble, “Sirius isn’t going to hate you.”

He shook his head, “No, he’s- he’s gonna- I’m gonna-“

Y/n wrapped her arms around him. Regulus nosed at the crook of her neck, breathing in the sweet perfume. The fragrance smelt of crisp apples mixed along with her scent of caramel, chocolate, and marshmallow. It gave him something to focus on, and with his muddled mind, Regulus fell asleep.

Regulus was still asleep three hours later when Sirius came barging into the compartment stopping in his tracks. Y/n brought her index finger to her lips, ordering him to be quiet. Sirius shut the door and sat in front of them. Regulus’ face was out of view from his older brother's. His nose was nuzzled in Y/n’s neck, and his hair hid his face.

“So,” Sirius began quietly, the atmosphere had never been so thick, “How long?”

“Fourth year.” Y/n thought Sirius’ eyes were going to bulge out of his head.

“But you- and him- you don’t-“

“Don’t belong together?”

Sirius nodded, “Who are you to say? Technically I could say the same about you and my brother.”

“Fair point.” Sirius muttered.

It was quiet again, and all that was heard was the slashing of rain on the window of the train, “How- How is he?” Sirius’ voice had never been so quiet before.

“He’ll be okay.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?”

Before Y/n could respond, Regulus began to tremble again. He was trying to dig his nose deeper into her neck and reaching desperately for something to hold onto. Y/n allowed his hand to grasp hers tightly. His trembling subsided, and Y/n gently kissed the crown of his head, allowing him to relax finally.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“I never-“ Sirius looked shocked, “I could never calm his nightmares….”

Y/n gave him a soft smile, “Perhaps it’s a Lupin talent.”

“Perhaps.” Sirius replied, “But, is he okay?”

“He will be.”

“What does that mean?” Sirius questioned loudly, and Y/n hushed him, “They didn’t- did they?”

She nodded solemnly, “We’re gonna- We’re gonna work through it together.”

Sirius could see her swallowing the lump in her throat. Sirius could see the dullness in her eyes, the same dull that Remus’ eyes got after the full moon. Sirius could always read Remus through his eyes. They were a tell-tale of his emotions. It seemed that he could do the same with Y/n. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, untold trauma, and unspoken words.

“Take care of him, yeah?” Sirius requested quietly as he stood up to leave the compartment.

She nodded, “Yeah.”

He closed the sliding door quietly. It was a quiet walk back to his own compartment with the Marauders. The task of getting the summer homework to copy turned into an entirely new adventure. Sirius opened the door to his compartment to find James and Peter talking animately. Remus sat with his head against the glass and head in a book. He had some muggle markers beside him that Sirius liked to draw with.

Sirius slumped beside Remus putting space between them. That was the first tell. The second tell was that Sirius didn’t speak, and he stared out to the train's hallway. Remus closed his book, placing it back beside him, and wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and hot in Sirius’ ear.

“Nothing.” Sirius replied, still not looking into Remus’ eyes, “Your sister was no help. Said I needed to do the homework on my own. Said I was a tosser for not doing it.”

Remus snorted and nuzzled his nose into Sirius’ cheek, “Well, perhaps I ought to tell her that’s not how she should speak to my boyfriend.”

“No.” Sirius hated how distant he sounded, “She’s got other things to worry about.”

The lycanthrope furrowed his eyebrows, “Like what?”

“Like you.” Sirius lied like it was nothing, “Who do you think puts hot cocoa and Honeydukes chocolate at your bedside after the full?”

“Then I should give her a sister of the year award.” Remus corrected, and Sirius nodded, “Perhaps you should.”

If only I could get a best brother award, Sirius thought. It was selfish. He knew that. It was wrong to envy Y/n and Remus’ relationship. Unfit to be jealous of his brothers relationship, but he couldn’t help it. Sirius wanted to be the one to chase all of Regulus’ demons away. Sirius wanted to hold him during every thunderstorm as he used to as children. Sirius should be happy for Regulus even if it weren’t because of him.

It took a month before Remus was storming into the common room and yelled insanities at his sister. Remus wasn’t thinking, words fell from his mouth so carelessly, and the entire common room stared as Remus had his sister pushed against a wall, hands holding her up from the collar on her shirt, seething at her.

“You must be one of the stupidest people I’ve ever met.” Remus seethed, and Y/n flinched, “You must be fucking insane.”

Sirius could do nothing but stare, “Maybe I should’ve disowned you as my sister the minute I saw you hanging out with him.”

Tears ebbed at Y/n’s eyes, “But I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I trusted you, and you betrayed me.”

James couldn’t tell what was worse, the fact that Remus was so calm and his voice was so low or when Remus yelled, “You were my everything. My sister, my partner in crime, my other half, and you fucking destroyed it.”

“Mate, stop.” James tried to interject, but Remus just shoved her against the wall harder, and streaks of silver appeared on her cheeks.

“Wonder what dad would do if he found out.” Remus taunted, and Y/n shook her head, “You know how much dad despises them.”

Y/n choked, “Remus-“

“Don’t.” He snarled, “My name isn’t allowed to fall from your mouth. Fucking traitor.”

Sirius had enough, “Remus, stop. That’s enough.”

Remus whirled around, Y/n sliding to the floor, knees to her chest, “Who are you talk? You did the same thing back in fifth year.”

“I’m not your bloody sister.” Sirius snapped, “She’s been there with you through everything. Maybe if you let her explain, then you could understand.”

Remus pointed at her and looked at Sirius with fire in his eyes, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.”

Sirius could remember the exact same words falling from his mouth only a year earlier, and it crushed him. Y/n was sobbing, and her knees were pulled tightly under her chin. James was trying to console her, but it wasn’t working as Remus and Sirius went toe to toe. Y/n didn’t deserve this for loving who she loved.

Remus scoffed when Sirius wouldn’t back down and stormed up to the boy's dormitory. Sirius knelt before her and lifted her head from her lap. His thumbs wiped away the tears, and he took her into his arms. So much built-up pain, built-up trauma, built-up lies. She was finally crumbling like a tower on an unsteady foundation. Y/n was a one-hundred-story tower that was collapsing from the bottom up.

Debris falling everywhere and soot clouding the atmosphere. He could see the smog slipping in her mind, clouding up her judgment and thoughts. Sirius could see the debris cluttering and scraping away at her heart. With every scrap and every tear, her heart began to give out. It felt like being crushed in an elevator, with no room to breathe and no room for moving. She was stuck, and that was it.

Y/n couldn’t remember much after feeling Sirius’ lips on the top of her head. But she woke up on the plush of the common room couch. The rough maroon fabric was felt beneath her fingertips. Beside her was a boy in an armchair. He was curled up, and a black fleece blanket covered his body from the coldness of the Gryffindor common room.

Beside her was a glass of water and a note. She picked up the water and allowed it to glide down her throat, soothing the ache from her earlier crying. Her nose still felt stuffy, and she willed herself to sniffle quietly, trying not to wake the boy beside her. The parchment was ripped at the edges and was written in beautiful calligraphy.

"Il y a toujours des ténèbres avant que la lumière brille."

She folded the note and placed it back on the side table with the empty glass. The fire had gone out fully in the common room, allowing the temperature in the room to fall. It was cold, dry, and dark. Y/n had never seen the common room so dark. Not a candle was lit, and no light was shining from the windows. Just the slightest bit of moonlight. Gently she stood up and reached for the boy's hand in the armchair.

“Reggie.” Her voice was smooth and soft, “Reg.”

He stirred and opened his eyes to meet his girlfriend's warm ones. Sirius had rushed to the Slytherin common room despite all prejudice. Some of the Slytherins spat at him when he asked for the password. It took ten people before Regulus finally answered to the incessant knocking. He was shocked to be met with his older brother.

There Sirius had told him what happened, how Remus had shoved his sister against the wall accusing her of betraying him for dating him. Regulus felt ashamed. He didn’t want to be the reason they didn’t get to be civil with each other. Sirius even uttered the exact words Remus had, “She isn’t my sister. She’ll never be my sister again.” Regulus had to bite his tongue to stop himself from saying anything.

People stared at the younger Black brother as he walked into the Gryffindor common room. The Gryffindor’s glared, spat, and insulted, but he didn’t care. He found his girlfriend lying on the couch with a thick red blanket surrounding her. Sirius had claimed that Marlene had brought it for her, and Sirius had been the one to move her to the couch. Regulus saw the dried tear stains, the swollen eyes, and the bruised lip.

“It wasn’t pretty.” Sirius had muttered, “Remus isn’t one to hold back.”

Regulus smoothed her hair back, “This is because of me….”

“Reg, no.” Sirius had replied, “Remus will come around. He just doesn’t know how to digest this.”

The common room was silent, and Regulus just held her hand. His thumb stroked the back of her hand softly. Sirius watched as Regulus went through a wave of emotions. He was hurt, confused, concerned, and terrified. It was like watching the seasons go by. Watching everything welt, die, grow back and prosper just to repeat the cycle. It was like watching a new book turn into an old one as the ink was embedded onto the pages, the papers getting folded, tabs being placed, and the spine being cracked.

Regulus appeared to be a sleek hardcover book, but she was his person. She turned him into a used paperback. One with highlighting, tabs, folded pages, a cracked spine, and a loved cover. His heart beat for her. She was the reason he woke up every morning, the reason he ate, the reason he got good marks. She was his reason.

“I tried talking sense into him.” Sirius confessed quietly, “He just brought up the incident in fifth year.”

Regulus closed his eyes tightly and tried to withhold his tears, “Maybe I should talk to him.”

“No.” Sirius said sternly, “You’ll be asking for death.”

“What do I do, Sirius?”

His blue-grey eyes were glittering with desperation, “Nothing… Take care of her.”

With that, Sirius left a kiss on his younger brother's head and left the common room, retreating to the dormitory. Regulus sighed and placed his forehead on the back of her hand. Tears slipped from his eyes and onto the material of the couch. Everyone was gone at that point. The common room wholly cleared and the fire slowly decaying in the fireplace as Regulus Black finally allowed himself to break.

He woke up on an armchair with a soft thick black blanket covering his limbs. Red rimmed e/c eyes met his blue-grey ones, and he felt a wave of relief. Y/n reached her hand out, and Regulus took it, keeping the blanket around his shoulders as she brought him to her dormitory. The girls were sleeping, and Y/n sat down on her bed, Regulus doing the same. She drew the curtains and muttered a silencing spell.

Regulus laid with his head on her pillow, pulling her to lay on his chest. He wrapped the fuzzy black blanket around them. Y/n nuzzled into his side, and he placed a kiss on the top of her head. They didn’t need to exchange words for expressing how they felt. They knew how the other felt. There was no need on elaborating. She fell asleep not too long after, and Regulus laid awake trying of solutions.

Even when the sun broke the horizon, Regulus still had nothing.

They continued the year like this. Remus and Y/n didn’t speak at all anymore. Remus went as far as to change his schedule and ignore the sweets left on his bedside after the full moons. Sirius would pretend it came from him, but Remus still would budge. He would chuck the chocolate in the trash even though he knew that Y/n barely had money in the first place to buy it. He’d dump the hot chocolate in the waste bin and smash the mug to get out any frustration.

Sirius thought that the worst part was Remus never grieved for his sister. He never saw Remus cry or get upset about what he did. It was like Remus had no remorse for what he did. Sirius had grieved. He had sobbed in the midst of twilight with shit silencing charms. Sirius had wailed and clutched his blanket close to his chest, hoping it would soothe the aching of his heart.

When they graduated, Remus didn’t look for his sister in the crowd. He didn’t care if she was there or not, but she was. Y/n was there holding Regulus’ hand tightly, watching her brother shake Dumbledore’s hand. She watched as Sirius embraced Regulus in a tight hug in the shadows. Y/n smiled bittersweetly at their embrace as Regulus took her hand back in his.

Sirius began to open his mouth, “No need to lie. I know he doesn’t care if I was here or not.”

Y/n shuffled on her feet, and Sirius took her into his arms. Sirius was shorter than Regulus, and he didn’t smell the same, but his hugs were just as comforting in a brotherly way. His hand caressed her hair, and Sirius couldn’t help the way his heart ached. He shouldn’t be the one hugging her, Remus should, but he isn’t. Sirius kissed her forehead and released her from his hug.

“I’ll write to you guys.”

“Don’t get into too much trouble.” Y/n replied with tear-filled eyes, “I can’t imagine you gone.”

Sirius smirked, “Yes, ma’am. Don’t you know I always obey the rules?”

“She’s being real, Sirius.” Regulus didn’t crack a smile, “This war isn’t a joke, and I’d- I’d like to see you next year when I graduate.”

“I’ll be there.” Sirius said solemnly, “I won’t leave you guys. They won’t take me alive.”

Y/n cracked a smile, “Good.”

Regulus nudged his girlfriend, and she wiped the tears from her cheeks, “Protect him. He gets reckless and forgets about himself. Don’t let him do anything stupid.”

Sirius could still hear Remus’ voice in their first Order meeting, “I swear on all Merlin if they touch her, they’ll be sorry.”

“‘Course. Don’t forget he’s still my boyfriend.” Sirius replied, and Y/n smiled, “‘S why I’m asking you and not James. Keep- Keep my brother safe, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They joined the Order of the Phoenix without looking back. Remus, James, Sirius, and Peter quickly became some of the best Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. Sirius had made the Daily Prophet multiple for putting Death Eaters in Azkaban. Many citizens of the Wizarding community thought of him as the next Alastor Moody.

Seventh year was the worst one yet. Most of the Slytherin Death Eaters were attacking the younger kids. Most of the older Gryffindors, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs had to defend them from the unforgivable curses. It seemed normal to hear the crucio curse being thrown away and seeing green flashes. It made Y/n sick to her stomach.

It got so surreal that Y/n and Regulus had begun sleeping behind tapestries or hidden tunnels. Dormitories and common rooms were no longer safe. Their backs ached, and body’s sore from lying on concrete, but it was better than dying. Graduation was not a celebration, and no one from outside was allowed in, but Sirius waited for them at Kings Cross.

The next time Y/n saw Remus was when she was being sworn into the Order, and he barely spared her a glance. Not long after the speech was being spoken, another person entered the meeting point. He was shockingly familiar with wavy black hair and blue-grey eyes. Remus jumped out of his seat, and James had to hold him back. Regulus released a breath and stood beside his girlfriend.

“Now. I’m sure there’s a lot of confusion.” Dumbledore began calmly, “Regulus has sworn to be our spy.”

Remus growled, “He’s a Death Eater.”

“Exactly.” Remus glared at the old Professor, “Therefore, he can enter and participate in their meetings. Then he can come back here and report what he knows.”

“I don’t like it any more than you do.” Regulus said, “I don’t want to put anyone in danger, but someone needs to do it.”

Remus went to speak, but Regulus cut him off, “Someone needs to protect your sister.”

Everyone stared in shock at the bold statement that came from the young Black brother's mouth, and Remus leaped from his seat, “She is a traitor. Just like you.”

Instinctively Regulus moved her behind him as Remus was now face to face with him, “She’s everything but. Wasn’t she the one who stopped Fenrir Greyback from killing you?”

“Shut up.”

“Wasn’t she the one who cleaned your wounds after the full moons before the Marauders?”

“I’m warning you.”

“Wasn’t she the one who used to make you hot chocolate when the nightmares got too bad that you couldn’t sleep?”

Remus snapped, and Sirius pulled him away from Regulus. But they all saw how Y/n cowered when he lunged forward, how she flinched back, covering her face with her hands. Regulus kept a tight hold on her hand, and they watched as Sirius calmed Remus down, bringing him upstairs. When Remus was gone, Dumbledore spoke again.

“Well, the first Order meeting will be announced in just a couple of days. It allows Y/n and Regulus to get in their positions.” Dumbledore announced, “It allows Y/n to get some training and Regulus to get Voldemort’s trust.”

Everyone dispersed. Y/n and Regulus apparated to a flat they had bought in London. It was relatively modern for the time and had everything they needed. The place was clean and brand new. When they landed in the living room, she went straight to the bedroom. Regulus prepared her a hot drink and set it at her bedside table with a warming charm. He laid beside her, placing her head on his heart.

“Je Vous Aime.” His french accent was so smooth and gentle, like a baby blanket, “Je t'aime aussi.”

Everything just got more stressful as time passed. Regulus’ job got more and more dangerous, making Y/n worry profusely. It got to times where they had to pretend to throw curses back and forth so he could prove that he was loyal to them. It wasn’t until a rumor of a spy for the Death Eaters came out that Regulus’ job became crucial. It took three more meetings, and on October 15th Regulus knew who it was.

He could remember the day vividly how Voldemort welcomed Peter Pettigrew to the Death Eaters with open arms. Regulus had stared in mock happiness but, in reality, had been shocked. Someone so close to the Potters had gone and betrayed him. So when Peter was absent from one meeting, Regulus brought it up.

“They spy is Pettigrew.”

“No.” James chuckled, “You’re lying, right?”

Regulus shook his head, “He plans to kill you, Lily, and Harry on Halloween.”

Everyone stiffened. The air was tense, but Dumbledore smiled victoriously, “Beautiful work, Regulus. We’ll apprehend Pettigrew when he’s seen again.”

They had set up a false meeting where Peter got sent to Azkaban only two days later after Regulus announced he was the traitor. That sparked the war between them, and this time, Regulus was on the right side, the side he always wanted to be on. A week later, and on Halloween, Voldemort was dead. Many people's lives were lost, but many were saved.

After the war, Remus had proposed to Sirius, and yet Y/n was still not invited to the wedding. Sirius had begged Remus to make amends with her. The war was over. This nonsense was not needed anymore. But Remus was stubborn, and Y/n was too afraid to approach him, so James gave her the invisibility cloak to watch her brother marry. Not the ideal way she planned on watching her brother and his love get married.

A couple of months later, Regulus and Y/n did the same. Except they did it alone, with Sirius being their only witness and the person marrying them. Sirius couldn’t help but feel awful for Remus not being able to walk her down the aisle, not to see her in the pretty dress she had picked out. It wasn’t until fifteen years later when Y/n had two teenage boys, and a little girl did someone came knocking on her door during the winter holidays.

Both boys were running around the house, and their little sister was trying to keep up. Two twin boys who were fifteen - Romeo and Romulus. A little girl who was just about ten named Ascella. Romulus was a carbon copy of Sirius. Romeo had the Lupin sandy hair and the Black family eyes with the Black family defined face. He was the best of both worlds. Ascella looked like a female Regulus.

Romeo was the Keeper of the Slytherin house for Quidditch. Romulus played Beater for Gryffindor, and little Ascella would get her Hogwarts letter in just about a year. Regulus and Y/n both predicted she’d be in Gryffindor with her brave, mischievous nature. Y/n was the one to get the door with her two boys behind her. Ascella had been called into the living room by her father.

Y/n was shocked to meet familiar green eyes, “Um- hi.”

“Hey.” Remus said nervously, scratching the back of his head, “I hope I’m not intruding.”

Both boys behind her looked confused, “Mum, who is this?”

A pang of hurt hit Remus, “This- This is my brother.”

“Brother?” Romulus questioned, “Like he’s our uncle?”

“Yes.” Y/n retorted, “Now you boys grab your sister. Go do something upstairs while we talk, yeah?”

Romeo looked crestfallen, “Mum, we aren’t five.”

“I know, but we have a lot of talking to do.”

Romeo sighed, “Fine but be safe.”

She kissed the tops of their heads, “Of course.”

Ascella was running to her brothers within seconds after Romulus called for her. Remus saw her black hair flutter around as she followed her brothers up the steps. Y/n smiled and motioned for Remus to come inside. The house was lovely and decorated for the holidays. Y/n walked through the hallway to the living room, and Remus followed.

“I apologize for the mess.” She chuckled, “Having the boys home makes the house messy.”

Remus saw the pictures on the wall, “A Slytherin and a Gryffindor.”

Y/n smiled, “Yep. Romeos the Slytherin, and Romulus is the Gryffindor. We have a feeling Ascella will be in Gryffindor too.”

He placed the picture back down and sighed, “Merlin, what did I miss?”

Regulus was still stiff and stern, “A lot if you couldn’t tell already. That’s what happens when you call your sister a traitor and decide to disown her.”

All three children were listening secretly and grimaced at their father's words, “But don’t worry. I’ve done your job. I’ve been there for her, protected her, and made sure she was happy.” Regulus snapped, “And Sirius did your job of being the children’s uncle.”

“He didn’t even tell me you guys had kids.” Remus muttered, “‘Course he didn’t. In case you don’t remember, you didn’t want anything to do with us.” Regulus retorted.

The children had never heard their father speak this way with so much ice in his words. Regulus was blunt and unapologetic, “We wanted you to be a part of our family, Remus, we really did. But we didn’t know how you’d feel.” Y/n informed.

“Plus, the last time you saw us, you tried to kill Regulus.” Ascella covered her ears, and Romeo ushered them to his room to stop listening, “Yeah, so forgive us for not inviting you to be a part of our family.”

Regulus punctuated his statement by putting his arm around Y/n’s waist, “I’m sorry.” Remus murmured.

“I’m really sorry for how I acted. It was immature and stupid of me.” He continued, “I didn’t know how to feel when I heard my sister was with a Death Eater at the time, and I was just scared.”

Y/n stood up and hugged him, “Remus. What you did isn’t going to be forgiven. I’m sorry.”

He had tears glazing in his emerald green eyes that dulled with age, “I know we were young, but that doesn’t excuse the words you said or how you acted. Trying to kill my husband and saying god awful things about me.”

Y/n took her seat beside Regulus, and Remus sniffled, “You did this. Not us.” Regulus reminded, and Remus nodded.

“Okay, I just- I’ll go.” Remus stood up from his seat and walked down the hallway to the front door; he took in every family portrait.

When he got to the door, Y/n opened it for him, and he walked out, “Remus.”

He turned, and Y/n hugged him one last time. His chin rested on top of her head, breathing in her shampoo that still hadn’t changed since third year. The same perfume from fourth year. Her arms fit around him just the same way as they had when they were little children running around the lake. Y/n kissed his cheek and released herself from his embrace.

“I may not be your sister.” Y/n repeated with tear-filled eyes, and Remus allowed the tears to fall; her two boys were standing beside her, “But you’ll always be my brother.”

The door had closed, and Remus decided that that was the end of his chapter. He had underlined, circled, highlighted, and folded every significant page, but this was the end of the chapter. He was flipping to the next page, where the new chapter began. The new chapter where he had to live without his sister or his niece and nephews.

Remus always loved fragile, cracked paperbacks.

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c-nstantine · 2 years

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Hii! Can I maybe request a Bruce Wayne x fem black reader where Bruce/batsy had cheated on her with Selina and has broken up with reader and is now in a relationship with Selina which Alfred and the kids aren’t so happy about since y/n is who makes the family complete and Bruce has been feeling lost lately and Selina has noticed and decides to have a talk with him about it and she comes to the conclusion that he’s still in love with y/n and even though she doesn’t want to let Bruce go she’s also aware of the pain she’s caused on the bat family and decides that it was good while it lasted and tells him to go and make amends with her and try and bring her back to the family and he does that but it’s going to take a lot more than that for there relationship to go back to the way it was and he’s trying to make things better one step at a time

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: infidelity and guilt

"By far, Master Bruce, this is the stupidest thing you have done. That's including going after Bane without backup." Alfred said pacing the floor of the Manor's kitchen. The latest issue People's magazine was thrown at Bruce. While he could catch it, Bruce figured it would be best for it to hit him in the face.

"I'm aware, Alfred," Bruce groaned.

"No, I don't think you are. She put up with all of your bullshit, as the kids would say. She didn't mind the late hours, and she understood your night job. Yet, you cheated on her. Publicly, I might add," Alfred said straightening out his apron to begin breakfast. Bruce looked at Alfred with despair.

"I'll fix it." Running a hand through his hair, Bruce began to formulate different ideas on how to win Y/N back.

"And what of Ms. Kyle when you do? Bruce, there's no happy ending for everyone here."

"Why did you make her leave?"Damian stopped his father on the large staircase of the grand house. His black Great Dane puppy sat next to him watching his master for commands.

"What?" Bruce had a long day being 'Bruce Wayne'. He didn't quite understand what his son was asking him.

"You made Y/N leave. Why?"

"I didn't make her leave," Bruce muttered.

"She said she loves me, but she can't stay anymore. What did you do?"Damian pressed for answers. Bruce knew that Damian was stubborn which was partially gained from him and partially gained from Y/N. Even though Damian and Y/N shared no blood, Bruce could see the similarity in Damian's furrowed eyebrows.

"Y/N and I aren't together anymore because I cheated on her. You are more than welcome to visit her."

"I don't want to visit her. I want her here with us. Titus wants her here. We were a family. I had a family that didn't want to kill each other."

"I'm sorry I'm late," Selina said taking her seat beside Bruce and across from Damian.

"You shouldn't have shown up if you were going to be late," Damian said moving around the various vegetables on his plate. Damian's disdain for Selina had slowly become more and more apparent since Y/N left.

"Damian! I'm sorry about him," Bruce was quick to reprimand his son and his face became flush.

"Don't be. I'm sure he's adjusting. Where are the others?" Selina knew Damian distrusted her. He had every reason to. After all, she was the one who forced his adoptive mother out. She'd be more concerned if Damian liked her, or at least pretended to.

"At dinner with Y/N. Father wouldn't let me go." Damian quickly left the table leaving Bruce and Selina alone. Bruce couldn't reach Selina's eyes. He wanted to. She was the one he chose but not the one he wants.

Coming to bed was something Bruce had been dreading. He had tried to avoid it but Gotham was unusually quiet. Alfred liked to incite the chaos that was going to ensue and so he sent Bruce to bed.

"Are you packing?" Bruce asked while removing his tie.

"You don't love me, Bruce. You may act as you do but you don't,"

"Selina, I-"

"It's fine. I hope I didn't mess things up for you and her."

"I'm coming. Hel-. Oh, Bruce, if this is about Cass staying over, she fell asleep, and you know how rarely she sleeps," Y/N said leaning against her door frame. She looked well and much better than Bruce. The color from his face had drained and his hair had looked less shiny than usual.

"It's not about that. Damian misses you." He wasn't lying. Damian had been quite bitter towards Bruce since Y/N had left. Conversations were sparse and quick when they occurred.

"I know. He writes me letters every day and manages to get here every weekend," Y/N chuckled. She recently convinced Damian that public transportation was safer than the thirteen-year-old driving the Batmobile.

"I miss you."

"Bruce, don't." Y/N didn't want to deal with Bruce at the moment. Today had been a good day. She didn't need him trying to worm his way back into his heart.

"I am very sorry. I made a terrible mistake," Bruce immediately regretted his words.

"A mistake? Is that all you think it was? I married you and all of your flaws. I made the mistake of falling in love with you. Everything I ever did was for you. I have nothing but the kids to show for us." Y/N didn't yell. Her voice was broken and her tears began to flow. Bruce had always felt guilty but seeing Y/N in tears while talking about their kids, only exemplified it.

"Y/N, please. Will you just come home? For tonight?"

"Fine. Just because I miss Titus and Ace." Y/N disappeared into her home and for a moment Bruce believed he had a chance.

"Hey, Dames," Y/N spoke while walking into the library of Wayne Manor. Titus and Ace ran up to greet Y/N, Damian soon followed.

"Y/N. You're moving back?"Hugging her waist Damian didn't want to let go. He thought she would fade away like a dream.

"No, but I will be staying the night,"

"I can accept this," Damian said dragging Y/N off into the known wonders of Wayne Manor. Bruce smiled. It was small and barely noticeable, but it was there.

"You are aware that you made no progress with getting back with ma, right?" Jason said walking into the library eating some popcorn. Jason was one of the more nonchalant children and it's an admirable trait.

"I didn't know you were here Jason," Bruce said turning to his second-oldest son.

"She's here for Damian, Cass, and Duke because they're the youngest." Jason pointed out. He knew that he was allowed into Y/N's apartment at any time. Whether it be just to talk or for a quick bandage, Y/N's door would always be open.

"Thank you for that insight"

"No problem, big man,"

"Where are you going?" Bruce asked as he saw Y/N go into what was their bedroom and grab a couple of pillows and blankets.

"The kids wanted to have a movie night with me. I don't think you're invited," Y/N joked. Joking was good. Joking meant that there could be happy moments still in life together.

"Makes sense. I'll be here when you're ready for bed," Bruce once again regretted his words.

"Excuse me,"

"I'll be here when you're ready for bed?"

"'m not going to sleep in the same bed as you. I told you I was only here for the kids,"

"Right, right."

Bruce laid awake that night and for once it wasn't because of the horrors of the world but for the atrocities he'd committed in that very bed. Y/N was finally under the same roof as him, but she's not here for him. At least, they're talking again. It was the little things that he missed most. He missed her walks with Damian, the cookies she'd bake with Alfred, and the girls' days with Stephanie and Cassandra. It would be a long time when he got that back. If he got that back.

#bruce wayne #batfam #batmom #batman #black!batmom #bruce wayne x reader #batman imagines #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne imagines #batman x reader #c-nstantine

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Addidentally Injuring Their S/o

Part Two Here

YT Video Here (thanks @vanillaicedlatte-yt)

Genre: a n g s t

Type: Drabble/ Headcannons

Summary: in the heat of an arguement, after a battle, etc., they activate their quirk and Y/n somewhat permanently.

Warnings: gore, blood, fighting/ cursing, crying, burns, toxic relationships, 290 spoilers, endeavor

Other: This was meant to come out yesterday, but shitty mental health got in the way, so yeet. Also, I’m sorry these get worse and worse as they progress, that’s usually how things go for me. This was also inspired by a Tik Tok that I can’t find where Shigaraki accidentally dusts y/n who’s trying to comfort him. It was a Cosplay, if anyone can find it please let me know so I can link it and credit the creator.

Characters: Shigaraki, Dabi, Bakugou, Todoroki

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy (let me know if you want to be added to or removed from the taglist)

Tomura Shigaraki

It had started as a great day, a perfect day even. Everyone was listening to him, the league was getting news coverage, people were afraid.

Everything was too perfect.

Something was going to go wrong, he was sure of it.

He hated the way everyone was laughing and joking together, Toga helping Magne do her nails, Spinner playing video games with Twice backstage, and you were chatting with Dabi and Compress about the league’s next moves.

Kuroguri was off doing something or other, and he’d mentioned another ‘follower of All For One.’

But something felt off.

And of course you would notice him.

You were hiding at an abandoned theatre, and he was sitting on the edge of the stage, staring out at the empty audience.

You were with Dabi and Compress in the wings, and glanced away from them towards your boyfriend.

He seemed stressed, scratching at his neck vigorously. You sighed, standing up and heading over to him, sitting beside him.

You placed your hand on top of his spare hand, offering him a soft smile.’

“Hey, baby~” you cooed. “How’s my boyfriend doing?”

He grumbled, yanking his hand away from you. Your theory was correct, he was stressed about something.

He didn’t want to talk to anyone, especially not you. You always tried to comfort him and convince him everything was ‘okay’ even when it wasn’t.

“Go away.” He growled. “I’m trying to think.”

“Thinking about what?” You asked, scooching closer to him.

“None of your fucking business!” He snapped at you, and you flinched away from him.

“Tomura, I was just trying to help-“ you frowned at him. He could be immature and bratty at times he’s, but he usually made sure not to get that way with you.

“I don’t give a shit! I don’t need your damn help!” He stood up, marching over to the wings to head backstage. You followed suit.

Compress and Dabi quickly rushed off the stage when they saw Shigaraki heading towards them. Dabi stopped for a moment next to you, looking at you.

“Good luck with him.” He said, jerking his head towards Shigaraki. You shrugged at him.

Shigaraki overheard Dabi’s notion, anger and distress intensifying. Good luck? Good luck?! What the hell was wrong with him?

Dabi and Compres joined Toga and Magne in the red velvet chairs, Compress requesting that he gets his nails done in orange and black when she finished with Magne’s.

Shigaraki pushed aside the large heavy curtains blocking his way backstage, finding Spinner and Twice huddled near a small TV, an old PvP game loading onscreen

They both looked over their shoulders, staring up at their boss. You quickly darted backstage, crouching next to the ‘gamer boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis’ as they had nicknamed themselves.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to them. “He’s in a bit of a mood. I’ll take care of it, okay?”

Did he hear you correctly?

A mood?

You’ll ‘take care of it?’

Of it?

What.

The.

Fuck.

“Say that again, to my fuckung face!” Shigaraki screamed at you. “Tell me I’m just ‘iN a MoOd’ again!!”

You turned to him, eyes wide and scared.

“I’m sorry, Tomura, I didn’t mean it like that- I just didn’t want our friends to worry!”

“They aren’t our fucking friends! They just work for us- they work for me!” He corrected himself.

You stood up, flicking your wrist to motion for Twice and Spinner to leave. They quickly turned off their game and rushed away.

“You might not consider them our friends, but they’re certainly my friends. And I won’t let you scare my friends.” You stood your ground, taking a step towards him.

He scoffed, turning around and marching back onstage. You sighed, following after him, again.

“Please, Tomura talk to me. I’m your partner I want to help you!” You exclaimed. “You’re worrying me, please!”

“Well I don’t want to fucking talk!” He shouted, “and I don’t have to!”

“Please, Tenko!”

“THAT’S NOT MY NAME!”

Red.

He saw red.

His hand flew away from him before he could stop himself, a target missile. It’s destination? Your face.

You lifted your hands instinctively, and he grabbed your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

In that moment, all he felt was relief. Thank fucking god you’d lifted your arms. It was the one thing that has saved you from him.

You screamed, pain shooting up through you from your arm. Your skin peeled, falling away in tiny fragments of dust.

The dust fell around his fingers, your hand and wrist were completely gone now.

You felt someone pull you backwards, and you saw a glint of silver as Toga quickly severed your arm, blood spilling onto the floor of the stage where the pile of dust that used to be your arm lay.

You fell to your knees, screaming, reaching up and clutching at your elbow- the point of separation- desperately, trying to will your arm back into existence.

“TOMURA!” You shrieked, tears falling down your cheeks. “TOMURA! FIX IT!!”

It was hopeless, you knew there was no way for him to un-dust you. You fell forward, forehead pressed against the floor.

Shigaraki took a step back, glancing at his hand. There were a few speckles of dust resting on his palm. His breath quickened, eyes widening as he cupped his other hand over his mouth.

He stared down at you, Blood staining your shirt as you screamed and cried.

It must have hurt.

He remembered the promise he’d made after you’d started dating, when he’d protected you from some assholes trying to mug you.

“I promise you, I’m going to protect you. Nothing, no one, will lay a hand on you ever again.”

It was a promised meant against anyone who posed a threat to you.

He never meant to become a threat himself.

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

Some days were always going to be better than others, that’s simply how it works when you’re recovering from trauma.

Today was one of the bad days.

He’d woken up with a thick, heavy, dark feeling in his chest.

He wasn’t even comforted by the warmth your body produced next to him.

Most days he’d roll over and wrap his arm around your body, pulling you close to his body to cuddle you.

This morning however, Dabi rolled away from you and climbed out of bed. You looked over your shoulder at him, confused and slightly hurt. Did you do something to make him upset last night?

You followed after your angsty boyfriend, walking out of the bedroom and down the hall into the kitchen.

He crashed at your apartment a lot, being a villain it was hard to get his own home. You didn’t know where he stayed when he wasn’t at your place.

He grabbed a box of cereal out of the cupboards, pouring himself a bowl. You pulled the milk out of the fridge, handing it to him with a smile.

He scrunched up his nose at your kindness, snatching the carton from your hand and angrily pulling the cap off.

You sighed, nervously pouring yourself a bowl as Dabi started to eat. He didn’t even bother to sit at the table.

“Hey, babe? You okay? You seem kind of... off today.”

Your boyfriend glanced down at you, cerulean eyes seemingly staring right through you.

“M’fine.” He grunted. Your frown tightened.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that.” You shook your head at him.

Dabi glared down at you in annoyance. His scowl deepening. You took a step back, concerned and scared.

“Dabi, please talk to me.” You pleaded with him.

“Uzéndayo.” He grumbled angrily. “Fuck off.”

“Please, you’ll hurt my feelings.” You scoffed sarcastically. “You can talk to me, y’know.”

“Don’t fuckin need to. Leave me alone.”

“Dabi, this is my place. I’m not leaving you alone.”

“Then I’ll leave!” He snapped, brushing past you and leaving his cereal on the counter to sog.

He snatched his jacket off the back of the couch, shrugging it onto his shoulders.

“Seriously, Dabi! What the hell’s going on! Did I do something wrong?”

It pissed him off further to hear you blame yourself. You always thought it was your fault, but it never was.

“Oh shut the fuck up for once! Quit thinking it’s all about you! It’s not always about you!”

“Dabi just fucking talk to me! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong!”

You stepped in front of the door, flinging your arms open to block ilhis exit. He looked you in the eyes, seething.

“Nothing happened!” He shouted “Sometimes I’m just angry for no reason! Get out of my way and I’ll take my anger out on some rando and not on you. Then I’ll come back and we can pretend this never happened.”

“Dabi I won’t let you just kill some innocent person because you’re upset! Just sit with me and we can talk it out and-“

“That’s always your solution! Quit being a wimpy pacifist and move!”

“I’m not a pacifist, I just don’t think you should kill without reason!”

“Well I have a fucking reason!”

“And what’s that?”

“I want to!”

“That’s not a reason!”

“Just get out of my fucking way or I’ll make you!”

“Dabi, just talk to me!”

It was the last thing you said before he grabbed your arm and pulled your body forward to meet his. Your chest pressed against his, his face right in front of yours.

It’d be hot if you weren’t so scared.

“Listen here you little shit,” he growled, low and angry “I’m stronger than you in every fucking way.”

“Dabi?”

“I could kill you in an instant if I so desired.”

“Dabi-“

“Incinerate your filthy annoying ass any day I want, so be fucking grateful for once and watch your damn mouth!”

“Dabi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LISTEN! I am superior to you in every way, you should be grateful I even share oxygen with you!”

“DABI YOU’RE HURTING ME!”

“I DON’T CARE IF IT HURTS, LISTEN TO ME YOU DIRTY MOTHERFUCKER!” He screamed in your face, eyes wild with unchecked rage.

Tears flowed down your face as you sobbed, indescribable pain was shooting up through your arms.

Dabi’s eyes finally drifted downwards, and he froze, mouth falling slack.

Smoke was billowing off his hands, and his knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping you.

He snapped his hands away from you, curling them into his body as his eyes widened. He took a few steps back.

There were black scorch marks on your body in the shape of his hands. They looked real bad.

“Get out.” You whispered, so soft he couldn’t hear.

“W-what?”

“GET OUT!” You screamed, pointing at the door despite the intense pain in your arms. “GET OUT OR I’M CALLING THE POLICE!”

“B-baby I’m sorry!” He shouted “I didn’t mean to, I promise!”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOME BEFORE I TURN YOU IN!”

Dabi stumbled past you, quickly rushing out of your apartment and shutting the door behind him.

His back was pressed against the wood as he slid down, covering his face as he listened to your sobs on the other side, hearing your footsteps fade into the bathroom, probably to run cold water on your skin.

For a moment, all the could think about was the cereal on the counter, getting soggy.

“Fuck.” He muttered, eyes burning as they tried to produce tears without his tear ducts.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

Shoto Todoroki

Shit wrong emo scar boy with daddy issues, fire powers, and an evil older sibling with blue fire

There we go

It was a shitty day.

Well, most days were shitty days, but today was shittier than usual.

A home visit, Endeavor trying to act like he was ‘upset about everything that happened,’ and pretending he was the victim in the situation.

It would be enough to set anyone on edge, especially Shouto.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when he returned to the dorms with a deep frown on his face.

Even when Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka tried to talk to him, he still seemed angry the whole time. There was really only one thing that should be able to cheer him up. Let’s hope you do your job well.

“Knock knock~ Shouto it’s me!” you stood on the outside of Shouto’s dorm. You knew Shouto must be stressed, so you’d gotten him some brownies from the sweets cupboard, Sato’s locks were easy to pick.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” his response was blunt, clearly annoyed that you’d bothered his brooding. “Go away.”

You sighed, he could act like such a child sometimes!

“Shouto, I just want to cheer you up! Let me in, babe.” a moment later, he swung the door open, am annoyed glare on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, handing him the plate of brownies. His hands remained in his pockets, glancing down at the brownies then back up at you.

“Um... can I come in?” you asked quietly. He shrugged, stepping aside to let you in. You stepped past him, sitting on the edge of the platform bed, setting the brownies on the nightstand.

Shouto closed the door behind him, turning to face you.

“Do... do you want to talk about it?” Shouto huffed, shaking his head and looking away from you.

“Do I look like I want to talk?” he snapped. You flinched, his tone was harsh.

“Shouto I just want to help, you don’t need to be rude.”

“I don’t give a shit if I’m being ‘rude.’“ He growled, arms crossed.

His eyes stared coldly at you. Yeah, he was definetly upset.

“That’s okay, we can chat about something else. Oh, Sato probably needs to change the lock on the sweets cupboard, I kinda broke it getting you these brownies!” you looked up at him, smile faltering as he looked down his nose at you. “Are... are you mad at me?”

“Wow, you just noticed that.” he rolled his eyes. “I told you to go away but you didn’t.”

“I-I’m sorry, I was just really worried about you. You’re my boyfriend and I love you, I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“Then maybe you should try fucking listening to me for once. If I don’t want to talk, then you can’t make me talk.” You nodded, apologizing again.

“Oh my god shut the fuck up!” he shouted. “You’re always talking, always apologizing, you’re getting on my fucking nerves!”

“Okay!” you stood up quickly, lifting your hands defensively. “I’ll just leave!”

You brushed past him on your way to the door, hesitating on the handle. You glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Would you fucking stop with the pity?” you looked at the ground, not saying anything.

You heard the slap before you felt it.

The sting shot through your face, and you could hear Shouto shouting at you, but it was muffled. You didn’t know what he was saying.

You lifted your hand to your cheek, hissing in pain. He didn’t just slap you,

He used his fire.

You choked on your words, turning to look at your boyfriend with tear-filled eyes.

Shouto was looking at you with a look of sheer horror on his face.

“I’m sorry...” you whimpered. “I’m going-” you slipped out the door, ignoring Shouto’s shout for you to turn back and talk to him

That it was an accident.

That he didn’t mean it.

That didn’t matter.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Fuck Icy-Hot.

Fuck. Him.

He said he’d gotten stronger since the Summer Camp, but he hadn’t at all.

He was still loosing to Todoroki, and no matter how hard he was working, he still kept loosing to him.

His hand was buried in his hair, tugging harshly every so often as he listened to you ramble about something that happened during your work study.

Even you were getting ahead of him, his own partner was getting stronger than him. He’d promised he’d protect you, but that would be useless if you kept improving faster than him.

“Then afterwords, FatGum took me, Kirishima, and Amajiki to this resturaunt, and the owner turned out to be a huge fan of FatGum, she gave us free desert! Oh my gosh the cake was so good!” you exclaimed, laughing a little.

Bakugou grumbled under his breath a little, keeping his eyes away from your estatic face.

“Great.” you glanced back to your boyfriend from where you sat at your desk, eyebrows furroring. Usually, Katsuki would give you one of those proud smirks all like ‘that’s my partner,’ but today he seemed upset.

“You alright, Katsuki? Was your provisional licence class stressful today?” you asked sympathetically, moving your hand towards him to comfort him.

He yanked his hand away from you, shooting you a pissed off look.

“Fuck no.” he growled. “Even if it was, I can handle it. I don’t need your damn help.” you rested your hand on your lap.

“I know, Katsuki. My boyfriend’s so strong!” you smiled brightly at him. Usually complimenting him would make him feel better, but today it seemed to only piss him off more.

“Shut up.” he hunched over, curling into himself more. He pulled one leg up to his chest, holding it under his knee.

“Uh.. are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, cocking your head to the side gently.

“I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, keeping his eyes anywhere but on you. “I don’t need your pity!”

“Pity? Katsuki I’m not pitying you, I’m worried for you. You’re my boyfriend and I want you to be happy so-”

“Didn’t I say to shut up?” he stood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Don’t give me your worry, fight me instead!”

“Why the hell would I fight you, Katsuki? I already know you’re stronger than me!”

“Fucking how? You got that new work study you’re constantntly talking about! How haven’t you gotten stronger than me?”

“Is that what this is about? I’ve only been at my work study for a few days, how in the world could I have leaped leagues in that amount of time to reach your level?”

“Then why even join that stupid work study if you’re not getting stronger?”

“I am getting stronger, just not fast enough to be at your level that quickly!” you explained. “Sorry?”

“Ugh just shut the fuck up!” he shouted, storming out of your dorm and down the hall to the common room. There were a only a few people in there,

Yao-Momo and Jirou in the kitchen, Kirishima and Kaminari on the couches, and Sero was leaning over the back of the couch. They all looked up when Bakugou stormed in with you on his tail.

“Katsuki, you’re confusing me! What’s going on? How can I help? Is it something I did?”

“Just leave me alone, okay? Go away!” he shouted over his shoulder. Kaminari, Kirishima, Sero, Jirou, and Yaoyorazu all snapped their heads towards you and Bakugou.

“Katsuki, please! You’re scaring me!” you glanced over at your friends, Jirou and Yao-Momo glancing between each other and muttering.

“Yo, Kachan, the hell’s going on between you and Y/n?” Kaminari asked, standing up. Sero hissed at him to sit down if he wanted to keep his head.

“I’m sorry, Kaminari, Bakugou’s upset and I don’t know why-”

“Don’t know why? Quit it with the lies! I hate liars!”

“I-I’m not lying! I really don’t know!” you reached forward, latching your hand onto his wrist. “Please just talk to me!”

“BULLSHIT!” he snapped his hand away from yours. “You’re a fucking liar!”

“Bakubro, calm down!” Kirishima stood up, briskly walking over to the two of you.

“STAY OUT OF THIS!” Bakugou slammed his palm against Kirishima’s face, setting off a small explosion.

“KIRISHIMA!” You ran to his side as the smoke cleared, finding his face hardened.

“I’m okay, I’m okay!” he assured you. He offered you a small smile, suddenly, he yelped and ducked, avoiding another hit from Bakugou.

“LET GO OF THEM!” he shouted, and his hand sparked twice before setting off again. This time right next to your face.

You hit the ground first, then felt stinging pain across your face and shoulder.

You didn’t even hear your own screaming because of the fact that he blew up your ears.

You didn’t register Kirishima picking you up, or Bakugou staring after you in fear, or the others in the room scolding Bakugou or worrying about you.

All you knew in that moment was pain.

Pure, white hot, agonizing pain.

#bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha angst #mha angst #angst train #dabi angst #dabi x reader #todoroki angst #todoroki x reader #bakugou angst #bakugou x reader #shigaraki angst #shigaraki x reader #poc reader #male reader #trans reader #gender neutral reader

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Prompt: People now know that Danny Fenton is a ghost/half-ghost, but not that he’s Phantom. People assume that Danny is a fairly weak ghost. People are about to be proven very, very wrong.

"So," asked Mikey, "have you ever been to the Ghost Zone?"

"We've all been to the Ghost Zone," said Danny, raising an eyebrow. "The whole town was sucked in, remember?"

"That doesn't count," said Mikey. "We stayed in town the whole time. We didn't go anywhere."

Danny sighed and put down his sandwich. This was going to be another Q&A session. "Yes, I've been to the Ghost Zone."

"Is it scary there?" asked Star, leaning in.

Danny leaned back, and Sam and Tucker nudged him with their elbows, a silent promise to back him up if he wanted to run for it. He'd been outed as a half-ghost a week ago, thanks to one of his parents' inventions, not long enough for the novelty to wear off. He wasn't, quite, popular, but by some strange alchemy of social pressures and the local fascination with ghosts, he wasn't a complete outcast anymore, either.

"I mean, it is full of ghosts and there are some dangerous spots, but... Not really. It can actually be calming to float there."

"You can float?" asked Mikey, eagerly.

"Yes...?" said Danny.

"Do you have any friends there?" asked Star.

"Yeah!" said Danny, distracted from Mikey apparently not knowing he could fly. "A bunch! Most of the ghosts that come here are the really aggressive ones who are looking for a fight. But most ghosts in the GZ just want to be left alone to do their own thing, really, just like humans."

"What are they like?" asked Star. "Have you met any cool people?"

"Hah!" shouted Dash, who was passing by. "Fenton couldn't meet cool people if it killed him!"

"Wow," drawled Danny, resting his cheek on his fist. "What does that say about you, I wonder?"

"Huh?"

"Never change, Dash?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The bell rang. Danny sighed. Time for class, he supposed. He shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.

"That's gross, Danny," said Sam.

Danny shrugged in response, mouth too full to properly respond. They walked out into the courtyard.

Then Danny's ghost sense went off, an interesting sensation with a full mouth. He swallowed.

"Great," he said. "Hey, everyone! There's about to be a ghost attack! Or, at least, a ghost will be here. Soon."

"Wait, is that how you always run off right before there's a ghost attack?" asked Mikey.

"I'm not exactly running off-"

"Alright, everyone evacuate!" said Mr. Lancer, who had been the lunch monitor today. "You know your plans! And you can come with us for once, Mr. Fenton."

"But I've got to fight the ghost?" said Danny gesturing.

"I know you have a few special abilities from your condition, but this really isn't the time," said Mr. Lancer.

Danny stared as other students ran from the courtyard. "Okay, what? I feel like we're missing something here. A few powers?"

"Today will be the day, whelp!"

Shaking off the strangeness, Danny turned to his enemy. And transformed. Because why not? Everyone knew he was half-ghost, now.

"Are you seriously telling me that no one knew I was Phantom? It's been a week."

"We know," said Principal Ishiyama, tiredly.

"And you're telling me the school was okay with me being half-ghost, but they're drawing the line at me being Phantom."

"Well, we obviously had a very different conception of what half-ghost meant," said Principal Ishiyama, rubbing her temples, "and you aren't expelled or suspended or anything. Just. We feel like it would be better for you to go home early today. For us all to... process. Besides, your... life? Your life was threatened by a dangerous ghost today."

"He does that once a week," said Danny, unamused.

"Still. You can come back on Monday. Please."

The office door slammed open, revealing Jack and Maddie.

"YOU'RE PHANTOM?"

"How did you guys also miss that?"

#danny phantom #ask #answer #prompt #prompt fill

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fangirleaconmigo · 2 years

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There is this quiet Geralt x Dandelion moment in Sword of Destiny that just squeezes my heart to bits, and I don't think I've seen anyone post about it.

It takes place during the dragon hunt.

Everyone has been trying to convince Geralt, against his will, to kill the dragon. The dragon has maimed Eyck. The party is splitting up. Geralt asks Dandelion what he should do.

The Witcher looked calmly at the tiny, grey-green creature, fluttering its bat-like wings beside the golden talons of the stooping dragon.

"And what is your opinion about all this, Dandelion? What do you think?"

"What does it matter what I think? I'm a poet, Geralt. Does my opinion matter at all?"

"Yes, it does."

"Well I'll tell you then... that dragon.."

"Yeah?"

"It...it's pretty, Geralt."

"Thank you, Dandelion."

"What for?"

Geralt turned his head away...he lifted his right hand to check if his sword hilt was positioned correctly. Dandelion looked on with eyes wide open.

"Geralt! Do you plan to...?"

"Yes," the Witcher said calmly, "...there is a limit to what I can accept as possible. I've had enough of all this. Are you going with Niedemar or staying, Dandelion?"

The troubadour leaned over, placed his lute beneath a stone cautiously and with great care and then straightened up.

"I'm staying. What did you say? The limits of possibility? I'm bagging that as the title of the ballad."

"It could be your last one, Dandelion."

"Geralt?"

"Mm?"

"Don't kill it...can you not?"

"A sword is a sword, Dandelion. Once drawn.."

"Please try."

"I will."

I just go a little feral with that passage. Dandelion has a tender heart underneath all the bullshit. Geralt values him and his opinion even though he is 'just a poet'. Dandelion stays with Geralt even though it's going to put his life in danger. Dandelion begs him to spare the dragon. He promises to try. I don't know. I just. My heart. It is just. A mess.

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #gerlion #dandelion #sword of destiny #the witcher books #thinking about the witcher books yet again #thinking about geralt of rivia yet again

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quicksilver-babeyy · 2 years

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Crazy over you

Pairing : Johnny Lawrence X Reader

Summary : When a cute brunette boy flirts with you, Johnny feels the need to make sure he knows you're eachother's.

Warnings : jealous Johnny, possessiveness, flirty reader, also Johnny considering you his soulmate.

This a request for @no-mercy-bby

Recently Daniel seemed to be trying to lock eyes with you and giving smiles that the sun only made brighter, even your boyfriend had to admit the other boy was cute and could easily take you away from him, just like he had done with Ali in the past. One day the brunette "accidentally" bumped into you making your things fall to the ground, he kneeled down with you and helped you pick everything up. It was just like the scene from a romantic film which was his plan, he was a hopeless romantic and tried his best to win you. He felt like you deserved someone kinder, loving and sweet just like him and sometimes Johnny agreed internally with that thought. That doesn't mean he didn't love you or tried his best to be a great boyfriend, if everyone knew the way the blonde boy treated you they'd be surprised.

He was like a worshipper who would let you walk all over him as long as you wear near him, that boy was crazy over you and you knew that perfectly. Every kiss, touch, whisper or smile you gave him made him melt completely in your arms, he was yours for life and everytime you kissed in the moonlight it feels like the world is spinning, as if everything was perfect just like he had seen in the cheesy movies his mother forced him to watch. After kissing you for the first time he realised that your relationship was just like the ones in the screen, just perfect unlike anything else he had ever experienced in his life before, which made him appreciate those movies and you even more. So seeing Danny boy trying to steal his soulmate away made his blood boil, the anger inside of him was bigger than ever and the fear of you leaving made him shake, both in fury and nervousness or was it panic.

“Do you think I don't notice you trying to steal my girl/boy away from me, it's pretty obvious you like taking what isn't yours Danny boy~” Johnny said in a teasing tone visibly fuming at the shorter boy, the other boy put his hands up to calm him down.

“Chill dude, I'm not stealing anyone away from you. I'm helping the pretty lady/gentleman pick their things up, that's all” the boy told him while faintly smirking at the furrowed brow, that appeared on the blonde when he called you pretty.

“I don't want to have to fight you now, but if you keep trying to get with y/n I'm gonna kill you. Got it?!!” the blonde screamed in anger at Daniel, while grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and glaring daggers at him.

“Okay okay, I was just trying to be nice. You're gonna have a heart attack if you don't relax dude, geez” Daniel told him as he pushed him away from him, when he started walking away he smiled and winked at you.

When Johnny was ready to go and run after him you grabbed him by the shoulder making him relax, he turned towards you the redness from his face being now from the shyness instead of his anger. You pulled him close by the waist your things now forgotten on the floor, he leaned down to kiss you but stopped when he heard you chuckling. Slightly glaring at you but his hard gaze softening when seeing your face, you had found the whole encounter absolutely amusing and couldn't hide it at all from your boyfriend. Who was pouting cutely at you cause he wants to be taking seriously, although it was hard when he looked like a kid who didn't get what he wanted. He hit your chest jokingly making sure not to hurt you since he knew he was strong, you just looked at him and smiled smugly at him making him shiver. Cause he couldn't help but find that look on your face both annoying yet hot, you could really make him feel a million things at the same time.

“So you really fought LaRusso again” you say amused instead of angered like he would've thought you'd feel.

“Of course, I had to the asshole can't take a hint. You're min-” he was cut off before he could finish, he was still shaking in your arms but now he felt more safe.

“Yours I know and you're also mine, you don't have to get jealous over him” you reassure the jealous boy, you slightly brush his hair away from his face. Letting you see his blue eyes as his pupils expand, now that they see your beautiful face better.

“How couldn't I when you're so beautiful and I know he likes you a lot. I mean who doesn't like you, you're an angel” his voice is shaky just like his body even if he can't notice it, he tries to look away trying to hide the tears threatening to appear.

“Don't worry your pretty little head, I just love you and nobody else” your voice sounds sweet and loving just like when you talk all night together before you fall asleep on the phone.

“You mean it?” he asks sounding hopeful that your words are honest, his eyes are wide open and they're on you, searching for any sign that you're lying but he's met with pure truth.

“Of course I do, I'm crazy over you” you say flirtingly making the boy bite his lower lip, blushing even more at your words and tone.

“I feel that way about you too” he admits and leans closer to your face, immediately kissing you passionately not wanting to pull away anytime soon but having to, after taking a few breaths he soon starts kissing you again.

When the school starts ringing loudly you two remember were you two were and immediately blush, you grab him by the hand and run together towards the backdoor to get out secretly. When you two are outside Johnny and you two get on his motorcycle, he gives you your own helmet and he puts another one on. He smiles when he feels your arms wrap around his waist for safety, he starts the engine and you two ride far away to your special place. Hearing laugh and scream in joy makes the boy laugh along with you, he had never been with someone who made him feel so free with just their presence alone. You were definitely precious and special to him unlike anyone else he's ever dated, when you two finally reach the place you immediately run towards the cold water in the sea and take off your shoes to feel the coldness on your feet. You shiver slightly and laugh only making the blonde boy melt even further, your eyes looked even warmer as the sunlight shined on them and your smile was beautiful so so beautiful, that he couldn't stop himself from taking out his camera and taking a photo of you.

“What are you doing?”You asked your boyfriend curiously and he just smiled softly, showing you the Polaroid of your gorgeous self.

“Just making sure to keep the beautiful memories with me forever”He admitted making you cover your face in embarrassment, then to his surprise you started posing jokingly for him.

He took more photos of you, loving the ones were you can't help but laugh at yourself. God even your laugh sounded angelical to him, whenever he looks at these photos he can't help but crack a smile. Miguel notices this and asks curiously who the person laughing in the photos is, making the blonde man sigh nostalgically and tell him about you. The love of his life, his soulmate who has never left his heart and who he hopes to see once again in the modern world. The brunette boy's eyes shine at the absolute cuteness of the things Johnny says about you, then an idea crosses his mind one that would make the older man happy. He asks what your name is just for Johnny to say it in a dreamy voice. He immediately grabs Johnny's laptop who doesn't notice this, being in a trance of remembering all the beautiful memories you two share together.

“Sensei, you might like to see this”Says the boy excitedly almost jumping in happines for the blonde man.

“What's so important that I have to stop looking at...is that them?” He says surprised grabbing the laptop from the younger boy, your face was there now mature and just as gorgeous as he remembers you to be .

“Yup, I thought you might like seeing them again” he admits and he smiles seeing the face of the older man, who seemed to have a sense of familiarity and warmth when seeing your face.

“They look so...good after all these years, I knew they'd still be a hottie but the reality is even better than I imagined it would be” he says absolutely mesmerized at the pictures, he looks at the boy with gratefulness in his eyes and hugs him.

“Would you like to talk to them?” the boy asks his sensei who was distracted, god he had missed seeing your face.

“If I would like to? Of course, I'd love talking with y/n again!” he answers excitedly yet almost sounding like he's scolding the boy, since he was sure he wanted to have you back in his life.

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I hope you enjoyed it, I'm not the best writer ever but I hope this is good to you. It's been a long time since I last wrote!

#johnny lawrence x reader #karate kid x reader #Young Johnny Lawrence #cobra kai x reader #Older Johnny Lawrence

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cherienymphe · 3 years

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Love Bites (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, vampire!Avengers, Peter x reader, bloodplay, violence, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, jealous!Steve, modern setting they just wealthy af

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summary: In a coven, the master’s word is law, and humans are nothing more than pets to symbolize wealth and prestige. They tell you that being the master’s pet is a great honor, but the poorly constructed façade is broken when you forsake honor for love.

“Well, don’t you look darling.”

Your eyes met familiar green ones before you gazed back into the mirror. Only your lone reflection stared back at you, but Natasha’s hands were soft on your arms as she smoothed out the fabric of your dress. She had picked it out, per usual, finding great joy in treating you like nothing more than a doll. You blinked, swallowing as the truth in that thought hit you.

You were nothing more than a doll.

Steve’s pretty doll to dress up and drink from as he pleased. How many years had it been? 5? 6? Maybe 7? It was hard to keep track inside of these spacious walls. The opulence and frivolity that surrounded you skewed your perception of time. It skewed your perception of everything, and you hardly remembered what was considered right or wrong anymore.

You were a teenager when you and your best friend had been taken, wide-eyed and naïve freshman walking back to your dorms late from a frat party one night. It had been so long that you could barely remember that night, only the fear and her screams and the nausea swirling in your gut as you stared what you thought was death in the face. If only you had known that the truth was much worse.

For the first 6 months, you were nothing more than a slave with a fancy title. You cleaned and cooked and served, the fear of your captors’ true nature keeping the both of you in line. Your best friend hadn’t made it past 7 months, one of them losing control one day, draining her dry like it was nothing, treating her death like some small slip up instead of the very thing that changed the trajectory of your life forever.

You’d been inconsolable, hugging her body to you. You heard him suggesting to simply kill you too, the same one who killed her, the same one you had to see and face to this very day like it was nothing. Natasha had sighed, not keen on the idea, having taken a liking to you, but you could hear the indecision in her voice. You had wanted to die, almost begging them to kill you when he came and took that choice from you.

You had heard whispers about him for months, the one in charge of this coven. You’d heard stories about his blond hair bathed in blood, blue eyes cold with murderous intent. You’d had the pleasure of never meeting such a man until then, and you remembered the feeling of shock when your eyes rose to meet his. He’d tilted his head at you, almost in curiosity, and you had frowned.

The man before you looked more like an angel than the bloodthirsty beast you knew him to be. The blue of his eyes wasn’t cold. In fact, they were soft, gazing at you in wonder like this was the first time he was being made aware of your presence. His pink lips had pursed, a low hum escaping him as he, Bucky, had told him what he’d done. His blond hair almost glowed in the low lighting, and you couldn’t stop staring at it as he knelt before you.

“What’s your name?”

You had swallowed, hesitating for a bit.

“Y/N.”

He nodded, eyes falling to the figure in your arms, reaching out to stroke her hair when you slapped his hand away. You could hear everyone still, and his eyes met yours again, something glinting in them that made your heart drop. It was gone just as fast as it came, and he suddenly sighed.

“I take it she was your friend.”

You nodded, and he said nothing, simply staring at her body in thought.

“Are you going to kill me too?” you quietly asked.

He lifted his gaze to you again, something flickering across his face that you couldn’t name. He tilted his head to the side, a crooked smile dancing along his lips.

“You sound like you want me to.”

“Maybe I do.”

His smile simply grew, and you watched as he stood. He whispered something to Natasha that you couldn’t hear, and your eyes found the other man’s, the brunette. They were a similar shade of blue, and you felt your blood boil as he simply smiled at you, shrugging apologetically before swiftly leaving. Your murderous thoughts were interrupted when your friend was taken from your arms. You stood in confusion, Natasha assuring you that everything would be okay.

You had felt numb as they gave her a proper burial, even more so as the blond man introduced himself as Steve, the dirt on his fingers marring your cheek as he touched you. He’d studied you, seemingly intrigued by your quiet disposition as he pulled you along with promises to get you cleaned up. He’d given you some speech about no longer being a servant, taking you under his wing so that you could live a comfortable life here.

You wish you had known then what you knew now.

A comfortable life entailed Steve’s teeth in you whenever he pleased, drinking his fill until you were a loopy and weak mess. You were more than comfortable. Your room was more lavish than anything you’d seen in your entire life. You ate food that was way more expensive than it needed to be, and your closet was filled with the kind of clothes you had only been able to dream about buying. Was it golden? Sure, but that didn’t make it any less of a cage.

“You belong to him,” Natasha had told you one night as she detangled your hair. “For a mortal, there is no greater honor.”

You hadn’t believed it then, and even now, years later, you still didn’t. You didn’t want honor, especially not at the cost of being treated like nothing more than a blood bag with a pretty face. You had no agency, no freedom of any kind, and you knew that the “respect’ you received was only because of the figurative dog collar around your neck with Steve’s name on it in big and bold letters. When you walked these halls, you were Steve’s. When people looked at you, they saw Steve. They saw his face, his wrath, the dark promises of what was to come should anyone harm you.

Another vampire had only made that mistake once.

A dark-haired man from a visiting coven. He hadn’t gotten the memo about who you belonged to and had taken it upon himself to try and taste you in more ways than one. You’d been horrified at how quickly Steve had separated the man’s head from his shoulders, even more so as he used those same hands to make sure you weren’t hurt. You’d been ignorant then, so you hadn’t understood it at the time.

Your wellbeing was a direct reflection of Steve’s status, his ability to lead. His worthiness of respect. A vampire with a mistreated pet? A pet who looked worse for wear? A pet who was malnourished? Unhappy? It was a disgrace, and Steve was a lot of things, but disgraceful was not one of them.

“Honestly, I don’t know why he’s so insistent on putting you in light colors when he knows he’s just going to ruin the dress with all of the blood,” Natasha hummed to herself, bringing you back to the present. “He always was a messy eater.”

The baby blue dress complimented your skin perfectly, and you found yourself smiling as you remembered the occasion. Wanda and Vision were getting married. It was rare for vampires. After all, some ceremony was nothing in comparison to blood bonds or consorts that had remained by each other’s sides for centuries, but a marriage was not unheard of. Today was one of the few times you felt genuine joy, genuine happiness. Wanda’s happiness was contagious.

You were beside Steve for the entire affair, tucked into his side as the couple before you recited their vows. Near the end, your eyes found a familiar brown pair across the room, and you returned his smile. He rolled his eyes, indicating that he was bored out of his mind, and you frowned in disapproval. Peter simply shook his head, looking away with a small smile as he straightened up, feigning the perfectly enraptured guest.

While everyone ate and danced afterwards, you were seated beside Steve, a position that was all too familiar and equally monotonous. You said nothing, the perfect smile on your lips as face after face came to give him their respects, greeting him with praise as they did on the daily. One face was all too familiar, and you could feel her eyes on you despite your indifference to her.

Sharon’s blonde hair glowed just as brightly as Steve’s, and every time she so much as glanced at you, you swore the female vampire was trying to set you ablaze with her gaze alone. She didn’t like you, never had, and you had never understood why. Natasha had told you that she and Steve had been on and off lovers for centuries, your master often seeking her out to satiate his needs, but that did little to quell your confusion. If anything, it only added to it.

Plenty of vampires had pets, especially coven leaders, some having more than one. It was common, far from unheard of, like a human having a dog, so your presence posed no threat whatsoever. If anything, you thought to yourself that she should’ve set her sights on one of the many other vampires Steve often fell into bed with. Steve had never touched you in that way, not once, and he’d never even hinted at such. You often thanked God for that. His teeth in you was bad enough…

As her sultry voice reached your ears, Steve’s own joining in as she pulled him into conversation, you took the chance to slip away. It wasn’t like Steve had you on a short leash or anything, but ever since the incident with Rumlow, he was a bit wary sometimes of letting you go off on your own. However, everyone here would put their life on the line for Steve, so you knew you were probably safer here than you were anywhere else in the world. Peter was outside, sitting on the fountain when you “snuck” up on him.

“Boo!”

Peter merely turned his head to look at you, one dark brow raised as he fought back a smile. He reached up, placing his hand over yours on his shoulder.

“Did I scare you?”

He tilted his head, the other eyebrow joining in, and you huffed. He chuckled as you sat down beside him.

“Can you at least pretend just once?”

Peter scooted closer, a smirk on his pink lips.

“I can hear your heart beating from over a mile away, and you want me to pretend like I can’t hear you coming?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head, a grin on his lips.

“Alright. Just once…”

You watched as the grin faded a bit, and you worriedly eyed him. Peter was your closest friend in this whole estate. From the moment you met, you got the feeling that he took to you as more than just Steve’s human pet, but as a genuine friend. He knew all of your secrets, and you thought you knew his, but as you stared at him, studying that look in his eye, you realized that you didn’t.

Something was bothering him, it was clear as day, and you didn’t like it. Peter was a ball of sunshine, so radiant and carefree, and in that moment, he looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. You blinked, frowning a bit as you placed your hand on his arm. It seemed to pull him from his thoughts, and when he looked at you, it was like he’d forgotten that you were there.

“Hey…what’s wrong…?”

Peter seemed to hesitate, lips parting for half a second before pressing them together. He looked troubled, even like he was going to be sick, and your concern grew. You moved closer, a startled gasp leaving you when he snatched your wrist, keeping you in place. He held your gaze, brows drawn together as he appeared to be deep in thought.

“I love you.”

He said it so quietly that you thought you misheard him, but then he shook his head and continued.

“I have been for a while, I think, and… I don’t think I should,” he said, sounding almost confused. “You’re Steve’s, and I don’t know how much of you is Steve’s.”

“It’s not-we’re not…like that,” you hurried to say.

You didn’t even remember thinking the words, but they had tumbled out somehow. Some desperation in you to let Peter know that you didn’t belong to Steve in that way. Why were you desperate to let him know that? Peter shrugged, a bitter chuckle leaving him.

“It’s not…unheard of for a vampire and their pet to…”

He trailed off, and you touched his face, making him look at you again. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, and your heart clenched.

“I had to say it. I had to let you know, and you can do whatever you want, but you had to know.”

He sounded tired, but not in a tragic way, but more in a relieved one. He sounded like he’d just unloaded the heaviest burden, and you hadn’t realized you were leaning in until you heard your name being called. You swiftly pulled away, eyes never leaving Peter’s as you stood. You dropped your hand from his face, albeit reluctantly, gaze holding his as a familiar voice called your name again. You unsteadily inhaled, forcing yourself to turn away and heed your master’s call.

Steve sighed as you pulled the brush through his hair, a frustrated sound as he leaned back in his chair, staring at his desk in thought. He’d been like this since you all retired from the wedding, and normally you would’ve been a bit curious about his demeanor. You may not be Steve’s biggest fan but having the kind of relationship that you did with him for little over half a decade was going to breed some kind of connection whether you wanted to or not. However, your mind was plagued by other thoughts.

Peter was in love with you. The vampire who had become your best friend and closest confidant had confessed his feelings for you, and it did not take rocket science for you to realize you felt the same. How long had you felt this way without realizing it? Or maybe you always did. Deep down, some part of you recognized the truth in that. Peter was handsome and sweet and treated you like the human being you were. It was hard not to love him, but something had always prevented you from thinking on it further, and that something was currently shifting in his seat.

“What’s wrong?” you wondered when he sighed again.

“Sam thinks it’s time I find a consort. A permanent one, and Bucky agrees.”

You noted that he didn’t sound enthused about that, and you hummed.

“What about Sharon?”

Sharon may not have liked you, but you were indifferent to the blonde altogether. You weren’t her greatest fan either, but you figured you could help put the poor woman out of her misery. Anyone could see that she was drunk on Steve, and at this point, you knew Steve was being willfully blind. Either that or he was crueler than you thought him to be.

“She is beautiful,” he said more to himself. “She respects me and has proven herself many times over. She would be the perfect choice…”

You sensed a ‘but’.

“…but…that’s all she is. A perfect choice.”

He didn’t speak on it anymore, and you opted to leave it alone. When you were done, you felt Steve’s eyes on you as you set the brush down, and you found that you were right when you looked up. He studied you for a bit, tilting his head to the side, blue eyes taking you in.

“Everything okay?”

You knew his concern was shallow, only sparked out of how it would make him look if he had a depressed pet sulking about the place. You wanted to lie, but your heart would give you away, so you smiled.

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You look a little sad,” he noted, and you shook your head.

“Just a little tired,” you said.

Steve chuckled, standing.

“The wedding was kind of long, wasn’t it? Where’d you sneak off to earlier?”

“Just with Peter,” you said with a shrug.

His smile faltered just a tad, but it returned just as quickly.

“I’m glad you’ve found a friend in all of this, but try to find more. Someone might think that he was trying to steal you away…”

Said offense was punishable by death, and while Peter wasn’t trying to take you from Steve for himself, you worried that Steve might see it that way. You grimaced a bit as Steve took your hand, leading you towards your room as he exited his study. The entire floor was his, every room connected, and that included yours. Sometimes Steve was good, but there had been times where you passed out in his arms, and so the logical choice was always to drink from you in your room, the comfort of your bed near as he finished.

It had been years, and for some reason, it never got easier for you despite how painless Steve tried to make it. You knew that vampires drank from each other sometimes, usually in the heat of the moment, but the way you heard Wanda describe it was never your experience. There was always that brief pain, something that made you wince and grit your teeth, freezing in Steve’s hold until it faded. It never faded into something warm or pleasant, not like they all described.

It was like a wave crashing into you, drowning you all at once as everything became overwhelming, too much. Whenever Steve held you in his arms, it was hard to breathe, hard to move, and you had no choice but to cling to him as you struggled to make sense of your jumbled thoughts. Your heart would race, fire coursing through you and burning your blood. It traveled to your core, but not in a welcoming way. It was an overstimulation that bordered along painful, and you constantly thought to yourself that Steve couldn’t finish fast enough.

Steve sat down next to you, eyes dancing along your neck as he tilted your head back, fingers on your chin. You stared at the ceiling, forcing yourself to relax as you felt him lean in, his breath blowing over your skin as he exhaled. You felt his lips gently press to your neck, a kiss that could barely be called that, something he always did to prepare you. It never worked, and with a deep breath, you closed your eyes just as his teeth pierced your skin.

You gingerly took the rose from Peter’s outstretched hand, a small smile on your face. It was normal for the two of you to meet up during the early hours of the morning, and you recalled the relief on his face when his eyes landed on you.

“I’m glad to know I didn’t scare you off…”

You wistfully shook your head at him, holding his gaze.

“Never.”

He was quiet, clearly wanting to say something, but you spoke before he did, putting him out of his misery.

“I thought about what you said,” you quietly started, and you watched him straighten. “…and I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time too.”

Peter froze for half a second before his hand was on your cheek, stepping closer, brown eyes sparkling.

“I always knew…deep down, but I never wanted to give it too much thought. I know that I’m not Steve’s in that way, never have been, but for some reason I felt like I was doing something wrong.”

You sighed, glancing away now that both of your confessions were out there. There was no taking them back, no going back to how things were…

“So…what happens now?” you voiced your thoughts.

Peter was quiet for a while, thoughtful before licking his lips.

“What happens is… You love me, and I love you the same. You belonging to Steve doesn’t negate that,” he told you.

Peter made it sound so easy, and as his lips met yours, you realized that in his mind it was that easy. You couldn’t remember the last time you kissed someone. It had been literal years, before you were taken, and you found that you missed the feeling of being touched in that way. Peter’s hands were gentle as he held you, tasting you like he couldn’t get enough. Your hand tightened on his arm, and the rose, and you winced, pulling back with a hiss.

You both eyed the blood on your finger, and you were fully prepared to wipe it off when Peter did the unthinkable.

He wrapped his lips around your finger, sucking it off, and tasting your blood for the first time. You couldn’t deny the way such an act heated your frame, but your eyes were wide as you watched him. No one else but Steve had ever tasted you before. No one else was supposed to, and your heart sank to your stomach as Peter pulled away. He seemed to understand what he just did, and you could tell by the brief flash of fear in his eyes, but then he smiled like he hadn’t just done something that could get him killed.

“There. Now, we don’t have to get you cleaned up,” he said with a shrug.

“Peter…”

“It was nothing. No one has to know, okay?”

His demeanor was so reassuring, and you found yourself nodding. He brushed your cheek with his thumb, briefly kissing you again before pulling you along.

It wasn’t that you were sneaking around with Peter, but that was kind of exactly what you were doing. It wasn’t unheard of for a pet to have lovers or companions, but they usually were human. A vampire lover invited all sorts of temptation with deadly consequences, and like Peter had mentioned, sometimes a master and lover were one in the same. Taking on another vampire one was just asking for trouble, but you and Steve weren’t like that. Far from it…

Still, you felt guilty for some reason whenever you met up with Peter. Every time he held your hand or kissed you or brought you flowers, you felt like you were doing something wrong. But you weren’t. He didn’t drink from you ever, something only reserved for Steve, but it felt like his lips were constantly on you, something only reserved for Peter. You were happy and in love and you never thought you would be.

You had long resigned yourself to your fate, nothing more than a warm body in this place to be shown off and used until you had served your purpose. It was a depressing thought, but you could never entertain anything else. Steve was your survival, nothing more, and any brief thoughts of escape almost brought tears to your eyes from the laughter. Never in a million years could you dream of escaping.

Peter made your life here a little more bearable, but now that you had him as you wanted, you realized just how unhappy you were. You woke up with him on your mind, and you fell asleep to the same. When you touched yourself, you thought of him, and you wondered what he would feel like between your legs, fucking you in the way you imagined.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?”

Your eyes met familiar blue ones in the hallway, and you swallowed down your snarky retort.

“Nothing,” you evenly replied, attempting to move past him.

Bucky blocked your way, and the brunette sighed. The handsome man had a small smirk on his lips, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you like you were some bratty child.

“Are you really going to hate me forever? I said I was sorry. Many times,” he said with a shrug.

You took a deep breath, fixing him with an even look.

“…and yet she remains in the ground. Its almost like your apologies mean nothing and don’t actually change anything,” you whispered.

Bucky’s lips twitched, brows scrunching together as he nodded.

“Fair enough, I suppose.”

He moved out of your way, arm outstretched with a flourish as he eyed you.

“Run along, now. You wouldn’t want to keep your BFF waiting…”

You didn’t like his tone as he said that, eyes glinting with something that unnerved you. Truthfully, everything about Bucky unnerved you, and with a sigh, you brushed past him. You could feel his eyes boring into your back as you made your way down the hall, and relief only filled you when you were out of his sight.

“Peter!”

The young man ignored you as he pulled you down the hall, away from the loud chatter and even louder music. The hallways were dark, and he pulled you around the corner into a secluded one. Your heart was racing, out of breath from the sprint, and you didn’t have time to catch your breath before Peter was stealing what was left of it.

Your back met the wall, and you giggled into his mouth. His hands were tight on you, kneading into your waist and back, and you sighed when his lips trailed down to your neck. You started to panic as he got lower, his knees eventually hitting the floor, and you gasped, eyes wide as you looked down at him.

“Peter-.”

He cut you off, shushing you as he pushed your dress up. The rest of the coven was in the ballroom, celebrating Steve’s birthday, and you should’ve been there at his side. It was customary, expected, but Peter had pulled you away before anyone could notice. He had been so touchy, lips pressing along your face as you both stumbled throughout the halls.

“I’ll be quick,” he promised, and before you could say anything else, your underwear was in his hands, and his mouth was tasting you.

One hand was in his hair, the other pressing against the wall as his tongue swiped over you. Your chest was heaving, lashes fluttering as you fought to keep as quiet as possible. A few whimpers escaped, and you pressed your hand to your mouth. Peter was relentless, eating at you like a man starved, and your leg shook on his shoulder. When he pushed his fingers into you, you dropped your hand, letting a moan climb out.

You hadn’t been with Peter completely, not in the way you wanted, and he only fueled the fire inside of you. You felt like you needed to tell Steve before it went further, you felt like you were supposed to, like it was the respectful thing to do, and you wanted to scoff. You were your own person, a grown woman, but years in this place, in this world, under Steve’s thumb, had conditioned you into thinking you owed an explanation for doing what people did all the time.

When you came around Peter’s tongue, he eagerly lapped at every drop. He continued to taste you long after you came, holding you until he was satisfied. When he stood up, even in the dark you could see his lips glistening. His grin was wide, eyes sparkling, and you pulled him into a kiss.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you whispered into it.

“I wish,” he breathed, and you froze for a moment.

He kissed you again before you could dwell on that, pulling you along.

Peter returned first, and you saw him conversing with Sam and Clint when you entered the room. You knew that Steve would’ve noticed your absence by now, and so you hurried to join him where he was seated on the platform. When you looked up, your eyes caught Bucky’s as he leaned in next to Steve. There was a smirk on his pink lips as he whispered something to the blond, but his blue eyes were entirely focused on you.

He pulled away just as you neared, straightening to look down at you as you ascended the steps. You greeted Steve with a smile, but it faltered at the cold look in his eyes. You had heard about it, had even seen it, but you’d never been on the receiving end of it, and your stomach dropped at the sight. You heard Bucky chuckle to himself, walking past you with a smirk, and that feeling in your gut only grew.

Steve wasn’t saying anything, and it only made you nervous, but you swallowed it down. You stepped closer, noting the way Steve’s gaze remained on you like a hawk, and you hurried to say something. Anything.

“I’m sorry about my absence. I stepped out for a moment…”

Steve said nothing, simply staring at you with a clenched jaw, nostrils flaring. You frowned at him, lips parting to question if everything was okay when he stood. He neared you, only stopping when his chest grazed yours. Your eyes were wide, heart hammering in your chest, and you knew he could hear it. You were drawing attention now, you could feel the eyes on you, and you swallowed.

“Steve…?”

Before anything else could be said, his hand was fisted in your hair, and his teeth were in your neck. You knew everyone was watching now, you knew because a hush had fallen over the room, and you knew that because your scream was the only sound in the room. Your knees buckled, and your nails pressed into his arm and back through his shirt. An attempt to keep from falling or an attempt to get him off, you weren’t sure.

You tried to speak, but your words kept drowning in your throat. You felt blood trailing down your shoulder, Steve’s teeth imbedded in your skin as he tightened his hold, making you wince. You could hear someone calling his name, and it sounded like Natasha. She sounded worried, even scared, and you only realized why when your vision started to blur.

Was Steve…killing you?

Tears spilled over, and you could feel yourself fading and fast. It seemed like no one knew what to do, but faintly, past the sound of Natasha’s worried voice, you could hear a commotion. You cried harder, not even at the pain, but at the knowledge that this was it. You tried to accept it, but you couldn’t. It was too soon…

Steve suddenly let you go, and you immediately collapsed. Natasha was at your side instantly, and you could hear other footsteps too. You were still bleeding, and you sniffed as you tried to sit up. Natasha tried to prevent you from doing so, shushing you, and you reached up to your neck. Your hand was covered in blood, and even though you were on the verge of passing out, you used your strength to glare up at Steve, but he wasn’t looking at you.

His face was even, calm some might say, and it contrasted with the blood on his lips and the venomous look in his eyes. The venomous look that was fixed on Peter.

Your return to consciousness was a rather painful one. Your neck was on fire, and your body felt like you’d been hit by a truck. Your vision was still a bit blurry as your eyes fluttered open, and it took a moment for it to clear. It was hard to move, wincing as you pressed your hand to your head, and it took you another moment to realize that you were in your room. It took you even longer to realize that voices were coming from outside of your door, located in your lounge.

It took all of your strength to get to the door, even more to lean against it.

“You can’t honestly be upset about this?”

It was Natasha. You could hear someone pacing, and somehow you knew it was Steve.

“He-.”

“He what? Its not like he drank from her, Steve.”

“He…”

Steve trailed off, and a new voice spoke. Bucky.

“Honestly, when I told you, I hadn’t expected that.”

The brunette sounded amused, and you frowned.

“Oh, come on, Steve. She sates your thirst, and you act out on your other desires elsewhere, but what about her?”

You heard Steve falter, and Natasha laughed.

“You can’t be serious. Steve, she’s human! I know you forget that, sometimes, but she has needs too. The poor woman has been locked up in here for years with no one, and you punish her in front of the entire coven for fucking Peter? I’m surprised she didn’t do it sooner,” she grumbled.

It was quiet for a while, and you clenched your jaw at the knowledge that Steve had done that because of your relationship with Peter. Weakness forgotten, and overtaken by anger, you flung the door open. None of them looked surprised to see you awake, and your resolve faltered a bit as Steve fixed you with a regretful look. You glared at him, and you were a little surprised to see Sam sitting next to Bucky. Natasha stood, clearly about to say something when Steve spoke.

“You’re awake,” he stated the obvious, and you only looked away from him.

You felt like you were going to collapse again, but you wanted to give Steve a piece of your mind. As soon as you could find your voice.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he quietly said, and your eyes met his again.

“Why did you?”

Steve took a deep breath, hands folded behind his back. For the first time ever, he looked unsure. Confused, even.

“I was angry. I felt lied to and-.”

“I was going to tell you! I just never got around to it,” you told him, throwing a scathing look towards Bucky.

There was an awkward silence, and Steve sighed. He crossed his arms over his chest, a frown on his face as he seemed to be deep in thought.

“Nat…is right,” he eventually said. “I haven’t exactly been fair to you. Sometimes it does escape me that you’re human…with needs… So…”

He exhaled, arms falling.

“I’ll take care of any needs you have.”

Your answer was instantaneous.

“No.”

You hadn’t meant for it to come out, it just did, and you felt awkward at the way Steve’s eyes widened. You should’ve expected this, it really was kind of common, but you didn’t see any reason to change the nature of your relationship now. Especially seeing as Steve was offering out of some odd sense of duty, the desire to keep you happy so that he could continue to look good in the eyes of the coven.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want you.”

You heard Bucky snort, and you looked up in time to see him hiding a smile behind his drink. Natasha’s own eyebrows were raised, and Sam bit back a smile, turning his head away. Steve looked floored, and you swallowed.

“I want Peter,” you said with a shrug. “…and if I can’t have Peter then I want no one.”

Steve took a deep breath, registering your words, and he glanced away. You could see the conflict in his eyes, and you wondered what he had against Peter all of a sudden. Or perhaps it was some strange supernatural claim Steve felt to be the source of everything in your life. The man didn’t love you. In fact, he genuinely forgot you were a living and breathing human sometimes instead of a pet to show off. He was quiet for too long for comfort before he eventually sighed in defeat.

“Fine,” he relented.

He didn’t appear the happiest about it, and it was evident in the way he swiftly left the room. Sam was the first to follow, Bucky after him as he threw you a small smirk. Natasha remained, and she caught you as your knees buckled.

“You should’ve told him,” she eventually said.

“I know,” you sighed. “I swear I was going to, but if I had known he was going to react like that, I would’ve just been better about hiding it.”

Natasha didn’t look like she agreed, but she kept quiet as she helped you back into bed. She stayed for a while until sleep started to claim you. It didn’t last for long though, nightmares plaguing you with the memory of Steve’s teeth in your neck. Even when you were awake, it was all you could think about, sometimes overshadowing the joy you felt about being able to be with Peter freely.

“I thought he was going to kill you,” Peter had whispered the next day, holding you to him. “Sam pulled me out of the room. I couldn’t even…I couldn’t stop him.”

“I’m fine, now. Everything’s fine, and he knows about us, and it’s going to be okay.”

You told him that, but you weren’t so sure. You had never been on the receiving end of his wrath like that, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t terrify you. Maybe it was silly, but you had never expected that from Steve. It rubbed you the wrong way that he was capable of that with you, and that you didn’t know what it would take to bring that out of him. You didn’t voice these concerns with Peter, simply enjoying your time with him.

His lips were on yours, brown eyes looking darker in the low light. Every thrust pulled a moan from you and caused you to pull him closer. He spent many nights in your room these days, not always naked and wanting, but sometimes just to bask in your presence when he could. He was never around when Steve drank from you, and for that you were grateful for many reasons.

You knew that Peter wanted to taste you, the way his lips trailed over your neck at times told you so, and you knew there was a growing part of him that hated Steve’s access to you. Even worse, your relationship with Steve hadn’t recovered since that day. It wasn’t without lack of trying on your part. You asked him about his day as you normally did, you brushed his hair, and you were as willing as you could be when he drank from you, but his demeanor wasn’t the same.

He was short with you at times, and sometimes there was a look in his eye that told you he regretted it, but he never stopped the behavior. He held you too tight when he drank from you, making the already painful experience even worse. Too many times for your liking now he’d drank from you to the point of collapsing. Even when you were out with him, his hand was always ghosting over your back or your arm…even your neck. His behavior gave growth to thoughts that you didn’t even want to entertain.

But you did find yourself entertaining them, even as Peter rolled off of you, lips finding yours. He seemed to sense that you were in another place entirely, and he looked at you strangely.

“Are you okay?”

“Do you ever think about leaving?”

Your voice was low as you asked him this, and he frowned. With Steve’s odd behavior, and with your unsure feelings about how to feel about him now, the thought of escaping had plagued you more and more. It was laughable before, but now…with Peter at your side… Maybe it was possible.

“Sometimes,” Peter answered. “…when I think about making you like me.”

You turned on your side at that, looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips. Peter was staring at the ceiling, his hands behind his head as his mind whirled. Truthfully, you had never even thought about becoming one of them. You knew it happened all the time, more than possible, but you had never wanted to. You had never had a reason to want to become a vampire…until now.

“Really?” you asked with a smile.

Peter didn’t return it as he looked at you, and your smile fell. Peter looked troubled, jaw ticking as he blinked, looking away again.

“I think to myself that I can turn you and help you escape…but they’ll know it was me, and they’ll come after us. He’ll come after us…”

Your heart sank.

“…and then I think that I can just turn you and let you go on your own. I could give you your freedom…”

Peter took a shuddering breath.

“…but I can’t. I can’t.”

He looked at you again, tears in his eyes, gaze apologetic.

“I’m so selfish…and if I was better, I would turn you so that you could get out of here, but I’m not. I’m not better, and this is the only way I can be with you…at the cost of your freedom.”

You looked down, unable to hold Peter’s gaze as he chose to be honest with you. You sat up, a frown on your face, and Peter sat up with you. Confusion and uncertainty filled you.

“I’m going to age, Peter,” you eventually said. “…and I’m going to die.”

“I know-.”

“…and you’re just going to let me? You’re never going to make me like you?”

Your eyes met his, and he took a deep breath.

“Steve would have my head-.”

“We can leave-!”

“They would find me, and in turn you.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you held your sheet to you. Peter had allowed you to have hope, and maybe that was on you, but why wouldn’t you expect to be like him one day? You were under the impression that he loved you enough, but his selfishness outweighed what you thought was love, and it suddenly hit you. Peter was Peter, but he was a vampire like the rest of them. It was a hard truth to swallow, but he would never put you before his own desires. None of them would.

“I want to be alone,” you quietly said.

Peter looked like he wanted to protest, but eventually he listened to you. You sat in silence as he got dressed, staring at you for a while when he was finished. Peter leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you avoided his eye as he left.

It took you a while to reacquaint yourself with the future you had already accepted. After all, you hadn’t expected Peter to tell you that he was never going to make you like him. You hadn’t expected him to be selfish with you either, and it hurt, but like before, you accepted your reality. You accepted the time you had with him until Steve saw no more use for you.

Peter still made you happy, he still made you laugh. You still woke up with him in your thoughts, and you went to sleep with the same. He still gifted you with flowers and whispered sweet nothings to you at night and made you feel like the happiest woman in the world. You loved him, and you would do so until you couldn’t anymore. Loving him made your life easier, bearable. It made dealing with Steve bearable.

You clenched your teeth, fingers pressing into his back as Steve held your head in the crook of his arm. You felt like you were burning, toes curling as you harshly breathed through your nose. Tears kissed your eyes, and your other hand twisted into the sheets as that pulling sensation in your neck grew more and more painful.

“Steve-.”

You cut yourself off with a gasp, hitting your hand against his back, the other pushing at his chest now.

“Stop! Steve, stop,” you screamed, digging your nails into his neck.

He let you go, and you fell to the floor, shoulder hitting against your dresser as you did. You looked up at him with a frown, pressing your hand to your neck as he glared down at you. He wiped is mouth, swallowing as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“You’re denying me, now?”

You shook your head, biting your tongue as you fought to hold his gaze. You didn’t know what to say, unsure of what would push him over the edge again. He’d been so angry with you lately, so hostile, and you didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Part of you wondered if your time was finally coming to an end, if this was his way of showing that he was growing sick of you before he finally drained you dry.

Steve’s face suddenly faltered, features softening slightly as he gazed at you. There was a look in his eyes that you couldn’t name, and it scared you more than anything else he’d ever done. He exhaled, and your eyes were drawn to his hand as he flexed his fingers, and you got the feeling that he wanted to touch you. Steve stared at you for what felt like forever, silent and still, but staring. It made you uncomfortable, and you were just about to finally get up when he looked at the ceiling.

He blinked, a strange air of calm surrounding him as he lowered his head. All traces of anger were gone, and you sat up a bit as he neared you. Steve knelt before you, blue eyes almost scarily calm as he reached out to brush a finger down the side of your face. Confusion filled you, even more so when he leaned in to press his lips to your forehead.

“Get some rest,” he whispered into your skin.

He pulled away, and it was a while after he left before you finally did just that, pushing his strange behavior to the back of your mind.

Some time in the night, Peter had slipped into your bed. You felt him when he settled in behind you, an arm thrown over you, and even half asleep, his presence brought you comfort. You had snuggled against him, turning to press your face into his chest. You had a dreamless sleep, oddly one of the best sleeps you’d had in maybe a week, but your awakening was anything but.

Harsh hands pulled you from your bed, and sleep and confusion muddled your brain. You didn’t understand what was going on, but your heart dropped when you heard Peter yelling. Bucky and Sam were dragging him out of your room, and you were getting the same treatment. Whoever had you was behind you, yanking you back, and you could only watch as Peter was being pulled the other way.

“What-? What’s going on? Stop!”

You struggled in their hold, and you could see Peter doing the same. He was putting up a decent fight, but Sam and Bucky were much older than him, and there were two of them, so it wasn’t much of a fight, at all. He was screaming your name, and you tried everything to get out of the hands that held you.

“Clint!”

So that’s who had you. You struggled to get free and to get to Peter, confusion and fear fueling your actions. Clint was harsh as he pulled you down the hallways, all the way down to the bottom floor.

“Clint, let me go! What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer you, he didn’t even apologize as he threw you into what you recognized as the dungeon. You hit the floor with a grunt, pushing yourself to your feet as the door slammed shut. You ran to it, hitting your hands against it.

“Hello!”

Only silence met you, and you hit your hands against it again. You looked around in the darkness, blinking back tears as you fought to get an understanding of why you were here. It didn’t make sense, and you wondered where Peter was, what they wanted with him. It was cold and considering that you’d been yanked from your bed in the middle of the night, you were hardly dressed for it.

It was hard to say how long you remained down there. A day? Maybe 2? You sat against the stone wall, going over every possible reason for this in your head. Was Steve upset about the other night? Did he really feel like you’d been denying him? If so, what did Peter have to do with it then? That didn’t make sense. The longer you sat there, the worse you felt, and you couldn’t fight off the feeling that something was seriously wrong.

When you heard footsteps outside of the door, you stood, and you felt relieved at the sight of Wanda. You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her, and she returned it. She held you a little tighter and a little longer than was normal, and when you pulled away, there was a look on her face that unnerved you.

“Wanda, what-? What’s going on?”

She opened her mouth, but immediately closed it, swallowing.

“What’s happening? Why…? Where’s Peter?”

Her face crumbled a bit, and your stomach churned as she glanced away. Something wasn’t right, and your hands fell as you stared at her. She looked at you again, tears in her eyes, and you froze.

“Wanda, where is Peter?” you softly asked, almost like you were afraid of the answer.

She licked her lips.

“Someone…someone told Steve that Peter had been drinking from you.”

Shock hit you like a bullet, and your eyes widened.

“What? That’s not true! That…”

You trailed off as Wanda shook her head.

“Steve believed it.”

You stood there for half a second more before you pushed past her.

The walk through the mansion felt long, the walk across the estate even longer. You didn’t even mind the cool breeze in your thin nightgown, cold grass beneath your feet as you strode through the backyard. You passed the statues and the gardens and towering trees. You were positive that your heart was pounding, but you didn’t hear it in your ears. Truthfully, you didn’t hear anything. Not your footsteps nor the odd animal, and not even your own breathing. You slowed as you got to the edge of the property, all of the air leaving you.

It was there, just in front of the woods that a tall stake remained. You could see where it was burned, and you didn’t even recall stepping closer. You stared at it for a while, telling yourself that it wasn’t true, but then your eyes fell to the pile of ashes at its feet, and your lips parted. Your vision swayed, and you slowly sat down to keep yourself from collapsing. A numbness fell over you, and you just stared. You were partially in disbelief, but the evidence was in front of your eyes.

Peter was gone.

Tied up and left to burn in the sun most likely. The thought of him there, like that, was enough to make you want to throw up. You felt sick to your stomach, and you wanted to scream or cry, but you didn’t do any of that. You just sat there…and stared. You were only pulled from your thoughts when you felt a hand on your head. You hadn’t even heard him approach, and you looked up at him.

The moon shined down on him, and the glow reminded you of the first time you met him, when you thought that he looked like an angel. Even now, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that, but you knew better. You knew the truth. Steve was no angel. He was a monster, and you slapped his hand away.

He looked down at you, no hint of an apology or regret in his eyes, at all. His face was even, the same calm look in his eyes as that night. The two of you simply stared at one another, not saying a word, and you forced yourself to look away, gaze falling to Peter’s ashes once again. You pretended as if Steve wasn’t there, laying down in the grass, staring at what remained of your lover.

Conversations flowed around you, but you didn’t hear them. Nothing of importance was being said, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to pretend to care. Peter was gone, he had been for months now, and it still felt like it happened yesterday. You hadn’t felt anything for the first week or two, and then suddenly it seemed like all you did was cry. His absence was everywhere you looked, and you couldn’t even pretend to be okay.

You had wondered and wondered who told Steve that Peter had been drinking from you, something that wasn’t true, and then you wondered if it even mattered. It wasn’t like you’d be able to do to them what had been done to Peter, and maybe they had thought that. Maybe they had believed Peter was drinking from you, but why did Steve believe it without question?

You could hardly stomach to look at him, eyes squeezed shut every time he drank from you. You hadn’t said a word to him since that night, or anyone for that matter, and it wasn’t without lack of trying. Steve constantly tried to get you to talk to him, but it was always futile, and it wasn’t out of spite or anger, but merely exhaustion. You didn’t have the energy to say anything to anyone.

Even now you could feel his eyes on you as you sat there, and you slowly looked at him when he touched your arm.

“Aren’t you going to eat something?”

There was concern in his blue eyes, and again, you were reminded of how your actions made him look. You decided that you didn’t care. You simply shook your head, turning away as Bucky pulled him back into their conversation. You could feel Natasha’s gaze on you as you stood, Steve’s too, and she reached for you. Her gaze was sympathetic, worry in them as she eyed you.

“I’m just tired,” you told her before she could say anything.

It was true. You were tired. You were always tired lately, and you often found yourself wishing that Steve would just put you out of your misery. Ironically enough, he wasn’t treating you like he was moments away from ending your life anymore. He was as gentle with you as he was before. His eyes were kind, his touch soft, but you didn’t care how he treated you anymore.

You’d been in and out of sleep most of the night, sleeping through the rest of the feast. You had woken up searching for Peter, hand sliding along the bed until you remembered. It wasn’t hard to forget. Actually, it was pretty easy, but it was the remembering that was the hardest. Your lip had trembled, eyes watering when you felt something touch your shoulder. You jumped, having only just noticed Steve’s presence.

You frowned in confusion, glancing around a bit, taking note of the time on the clock. You realized that the feast must have just ended, and you sat up fully, understanding dawning on you.

“Oh,” you mumbled.

You could feel his eyes on you as you reached for the collar of your t-shirt, but you looked at Steve when he reached up to stop you. His brows were drawn together, blue eyes drinking you in as he held your wrist. His thumb brushed along your skin. Confusion filled you.

“Aren’t you…thirsty?”

Steve was silent for a while, running his eyes over you.

“I am…but not just for your blood.”

His confession threw you, and it took you a few blinks to understand what he meant. A humorless scoff escaped you, and you slowly pulled your arm from his hold. You eyed him, realizing that he was entirely serious, and you shook your head.

“…what?”

He reached for your face, and you moved away, fatigue still plaguing you.

“What-no. No,” you chuckled. “What are you talking about?”

Steve frowned, and you watched him swallow. You noted that he looked upset.

“You looked so happy with him…”

You were fully awake now, heart beating wildly in your chest.

“…I had never seen you look that happy with me. Ever.”

He was talking about Peter, and the mention of the deceased brunette made your heart clench.

“Don’t I make you happy?”

“Steve…”

“Surely, I can make you smile like that.”

“Steve, I loved him,” you quietly told him, reminding him, trying to understand what was going on.

A crooked smile fell onto his lips, and there was nothing humorous about it.

“…and you can grow to love me,” he argued.

“N-no-.”

“What was it about him?”

His voice was harder now, colder, and you stared at the vampire in shock. His nostrils flared, and you slowly moved away from him, but he followed.

“What does he have that, even in death, I can’t compete with?” he spat. “He’s gone, and you still act like he’s right here beside you.”

His tone scared you, made your stomach turn, but even outside of that, something about it didn’t sit right with you. You and Steve stared at each other for what felt like a long time before your face shifted, brows furrowing and eyes watering as Steve seemed to transform before your eyes.

“No one ever told you that he had been drinking from me…”

He didn’t need to confirm your accusation, his silence confirmation enough. The tears spilled over, and you moved to get away from him.

“Oh my God,” you cried, but Steve’s hands were on your arms, keeping you in place.

“You had never looked that happy with me,” he repeated, and you struggled to get away from him.

“How could I?”

Your voice was loud in the room, and the blond froze as you shook your head at him.

“Nothing between us could ever be real, Steve! Have you forgotten how I got here? Did you forget how I ended up in the position I am, now?”

His hold on you loosened, lips parted as you finally slipped from his grasp. You stood as he knelt on the bed.

“You own me!”

Steve swallowed.

“I am nothing without you. Literally. What little respect I have is because of you. The protection I’m granted is because of you. I suspect that I don’t even have any real friends in this place, that the only reason they’re friendly with me is because of you,” you spat.

Steve started to shake his head, and you continued.

“The minute that you get tired of me, the minute that I’ve fulfilled my purpose, I’m done here! I’ll be nothing. You don’t even see me as anything more than a pet, something to take care of and dress up just to show off, and you think I could ever grow to love you?”

His face fell.

“You think I like you? You think I want to be here? You think I enjoy when you feed from me-?”

“You do,” he hissed, face inches away from yours now as he stood too. “You think I can’t hear your heart? You think I can’t smell you?”

“It’s called an involuntary response, Steve! I don’t want you,” you said as if you were talking to a crazy person.

His hand was at your throat, and your eyes widened, wondering if this was finally it. Steve seemed to catch himself, faltering, and regret flashed along his features as his hold loosened. His thumb grazed your chin, his other hand coming up to brush along your cheek.

“…but I want you,” he whispered, features softening.

You shook your head, feeling like you were trapped in a nightmare.

“Steve, you have other vampires for that. You have Sharon…”

You trailed off as he shook his head.

“They’re nothing. Sharon…is nothing. Ash…dust-.”

He cut himself off as you slipped from in between him and the wall, your eyes wide in horror at his words. Your heart dropped to your feet.

“What?”

Steve softly chuckled, this time there was some humor there, and he held your gaze as she shrugged.

“She’s dust. I killed her…”

You really were going to be sick, and you could hardly control your breathing as he approached you.

“Steve,” you pleaded as you slid along the wall, but he was on you before you could even touch the door handle.

His lips met yours in a hungry kiss, and you recalled that he had never kissed you before. He seemed to recall it too, moaning against your lips as the sound of your shirt tearing reached your ears. Your wrists were in his hands now, and he pulled you away from the door with ease. More tears fell as your back met your bed, and you turned your face away from him.

“You think I was blind? You thought I didn’t know how she felt about you? How she looked at you every time you were in her presence?”

“Steve, please-.”

“Do you really think that I’d put you in danger by giving into you with her still around? I love you.”

“You don’t know what love is,” you sneered, eyes meeting his again as you glared at him.

Steve froze above you, face stricken by your words. He blinked at you, slowly nodding to himself after a while.

“Maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t know what love is, but I do know that I want you…”

His eyes had a far away look in them as he spoke.

“I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to realize it. I’m sorry that it took Bucky whispering in my ear…”

Anger bled into his voice, and you shook your head.

“…about you and Peter-.

“Don’t say his name…”

Steve pressed his nose to yours, teeth bared and fangs on display.

“Why not? Because he’s dead?” he cruelly mocked.

“Stop it, Steve,” you tearfully begged.

“He’s gone! I killed him. I watched as he was turned to ash, and I don’t feel an ounce of regret…”

Your vision was blurry from your tears now, and Steve leaned in to press his lips to yours.

“…because that means I have you all to myself.”

Steve’s teeth were painful in your neck, more painful than they had ever been, and you screamed. You thrashed against him, your blood soaking your sheets as he drank from you. You didn’t know what to focus on, his teeth in your neck or his hands that were working to undress himself.

You were a sobbing mess when he finally pulled away, trembling beneath him as he licked at the blood on your chest. You weakly pushed against him, but it was of no use, and before you could register what was happening, his hands were on your thighs, pulling you against him just as he thrust into you.

Your nails dragged down his arm, and Steve hissed in pleasure, a shuddering breath escaping him as he started to move inside of you. His teeth grazed your shoulder, licking at the excess blood before his teeth found your chest. He continued to thrust into you as he drank from you again, and you blinked in horrified confusion as a foreign sensation filled you.

You felt warm, euphoric, and you scratched at Steve’s back, legs flailing around him as you threw your head back. Your eyes were wide, lips parted in a silent moan as your stomach clenched. It traveled all the way down to your toes, body tingly and light, almost like you were floating, and you clenched around his punishing cock.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he wondered when he pulled away.

Your blood was on his lips, and there was a darkness in his eyes that you had only seen maybe once or twice. You recalled it from that first night you met, when you had slapped his hand away. It had come and gone so quickly that you almost forgot about it, but here it was again, staring you right in the face as Steve fucked you into your bed, the same bed that you had shared with Peter.

Every time you attempted to push against his chest, Steve grabbed your wrist, pushing it away. It was difficult to try and still fight him off as he curved his hips into yours, making your lips part and eyes roll. When his teeth weren’t in you, his eyes never left you, taking in all of your movements and every sound that you made. Steve seemed entranced by you…and that terrified you.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop crying, and Steve only shushed you, licking the tears away. You didn’t want this, you didn’t want him, but Steve owned you. You were his, and what could you do but lie there and take it? What could you say when whispered to you how much he loved you? What were you supposed to do when he tasted the inside of your mouth, your blood still on his tongue?

You lost track of how many times you came around him, heart breaking every single time. Every time he kissed you, it broke a little more. His forehead was pressed to yours, his breath uneven as you milked him, a groan escaping him at the feel. His own lashes fluttered, and you glared at him as he brushed his lips along yours.

“You’re mine. You always were mine…”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears falling.

“…and the only cruel thing I did was allow you and Peter to believe otherwise.”

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rottendollface · 3 years

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I still dream about her.

Character: Childe Tartaglia.

Warnings: Female reader, slight NSFW, yandere themes, mentions of murdering, religious behavior, sacrilegious, slight vorarephilia, breeding kink. 18+!

Summary: Childe still remembers you: the pretty girl from Morepesok and the main object of his strange addiction.

~ Please message me about all the typos and mistakes! ~

• Tartaglia doesn't remember much from his childhood and teenage years. But you are an exception: pure and bright girl with big doe-like eyes and small figure. Such an angel, the pride of your family and delight for his eyes.

• Happiness and joy were your companions. A strange feeling had always curled up in Tartaglia's stomach, when he saw you: something similar to adoration, but more exciting, even sinful — as his father usually said. The feeling of a boy admiring a beautiful girl. The lust itself.

• You were the reason why he hated and wanted to go on liturgies. He always searched for you with his sight, tried to burn every inch of your face in his memory.

• He still loves to imagine how you look under your dress. How warm and plushy your body feels, how hot is your skin will be under the touch of his lips. Does your appearance change much with the years passing by? Do you have scars or stretch marks? Is your body ready to bear his children?

• Tartaglia asks Tonia about you in every letter. How many guys wants to marry you? Did you have a boyfriend already? He will kill everyone who are brave enough to even look at you; he remembers all your glances at him and all your smiles you gifted to him: it wasn't just your kind behavior, it was a true sympathy.

• When Tonia wrote to him that you had have rejected everyone, he was so proud of you. His little girl knows whom she belongs to and waits for her future husband to return from Liyue. Tsaritsa blessed him with your wisdom and great patience. In other letter Tonia told him that you two are good friends, also you are always happy to help his parents with Teucer and Anthon. He didn't risk to even dream about it, but you are really something... A true wonder. Did Tsaritsa send her most beloved angel to him as a reward for future achievements?

• He is so angry he can't hold you in his arms. His body is covered with scars and he hopes you will take care of them: trace them with your lips, outline with wet and warm tongue, kiss them softly. He wants nothing but your plush body pressed under his, fucked till stupid and filled properly with his seed. He will teach you anything you need to know in sex: how to kiss him, how to suck him, how to ride him. Father taught Tartaglia to pray every time sinful thoughts make their way into his head, but Childe simply can't: a pictures of you in the church, even your scent raises in his memory, makes his dick hard every time he tries to pray like a good believer he is.

• One time he was lucky enough to sit with you in the liturgy. He cherish this memory, the blessed scent of your sweaty body and sight of dark wet circles under your armpits that you tried to cover, ashamed of cute and natural thing. You scent was so sweet, so innocent, it raised primal instincts in Tartaglia's body, made him desire to rub himself on you. He can't wait to feel your aroma again, to fuck you until scent of bodies mix together.

• The memories of you are so sweet, filled with heavenly blessings. Tartaglia craves to take the sacrament of your purity, he wants nothing but to devour you. He is the King to all the demons of the Abyss, and you are a warrior of light, an angel he wants to corrupt so badly. He will tear up your wings and chain you to him, mark you, stain you with his sins, make you degrade to a whimpering mess, drunken with the feeling of his dick fucking your tight holes.

• How will you react if he sink his teeth in your velvet skin? How loud will you cry from pleasure if he bury his face between your thighs? He will show you a true paradise of pleasure on the Earth, make you cum so hard so you forget your own name. He will become everything for you: your friend, your lover, your family. You will not need anyone when he show up in your life and take what his by the right.

• You want to study? He will hire the best tutors from Sumeru for you. New jewelry? He will buy an entire shop. Tired of old clothes? Feel free to choose between the best designers from all Teyvat. Tonia mentioned that your parents aren't happy with your friendship with Fatui Harbinger family. Well, the amount of Mora on his bank account will be enough to shut their mouths up.

• Aren't they afraid of his reputation of glorified warrior? Tartaglia is kind, but everything has it's end and his patience isn't an exception. It won't be hard to him just to kill them as noisy bugs.

• His mission in Liyue is ending. Soon he will arrive at Morepesok and ask you to marry him. But this time you can't say no.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #childe x you #childe x fem!reader #childe smut #childe x reader smut #yandere childe #genshin x reader

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sylvielauffeydottir · 3 years

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Hello, it is I, your friendly neighborhood historian. I am ready to lose followers for this post, but I have two masters degrees in history and one of my focuses has been middle eastern area studies. Furthermore, I’ve been tired of watching the world be reduced to pithy little infographics, and I believe there is no point to my education if I don’t put it to good use. Finally, I am ethnically Asheknazi Jewish. This does not color my opinion in this post — I am in support of either a one or two state solution for Israel and Palestine, depending on the factors determined by the Palestinian Authority, and the Israeli Government does not speak for me. I hate Netanyahu. A lot. With that said, my family was slaughtered at Auschwitz-Birkenau. I have stood in front of that memorial wall at the Holocaust memorial in DC for my great uncle Simon and my great uncle Louis and cried as I lit a candle. Louis was a rabbi, and he preached mitzvot and tolerance. He died anyway.

There’s a great many things I want to say about what is happening in the Middle East right now, but let’s start with some facts.

In early May, there were talks of a coalition government that might have put together (among other parties, the Knesset is absolutely gigantic and usually has about 11-13 political parties at once) the Yesh Atid, a center-left party, and the United Arab List, a Palestinian party. For the first time, Palestinians would have been members of the Israeli government in their own right. And what happened, all of the sudden? A war broke out. A war that, amazingly, seemed to shield Benjamin Netanyahu from criminal prosecution, despite the fact that he has been under investigation for corruption for some time now and the only thing that is stopping a real investigation is the fact that he is Prime Minister.

Funny how that happened.

There’s a second thing people ought to know, and it is about Hamas. I’ve found it really disturbing to see people defending Hamas on a world stage because, whether or not people want to believe it, Hamas is a terrorist organization. I’m sorry, but it is. Those are the facts. I’m not being a right wing extremist or even a Republican or whatever else or want to lob at me here. I’m a liberal historian with some facts. They are a terrorist organization, and they don’t care if their people die.

Here’s what you need to know:

There are two governments for the occupied Palestinian territories in the West Bank and Gaza. In April 2021, Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas postponed planned elections. He said it was because of a dispute amid Israeli-annexed East Jerusalum. He is 85 years old, and his Fatah Party is losing power to Hamas. Everyone knows that. Palestinians know that.

Here’s the thing about Hamas: they might be terrorists, but aren’t idiots. They understand that they have a frustrated population filled with people who have been brutalized by their neighbors. And they also understand that Israel has something called the iron dome defense system, which means that if you throw a rocket at it, it probably won’t kill anyone (though there have been people in Israel who died, including Holocaust survivors). Israel will, however, retaliate, and when they do, they will kill Palestinian civilians. On a world stage, this looks horrible. The death toll, because Palestinians don’t have the same defense system, is always skewed. Should the Israeli government do that? No. It’s morally repugnant. It’s wrong. It’s unfair. It’s hurting people without the capability to defend themselves. But is Hamas counting on them to for the propaganda? Yeah. Absolutely. They’re literally willing to kill their other people for it.

You know why this works for Hamas? They know that Israel will respond anyway, despite the moral concerns. And if you’re curious why, you can read some books on the matter (Six Days of War by Michael Oren; The Yom Kippur War by Abraham Rabinovich; Rise and Kill First by Ronen Bergmen; Antisemitism by Deborah Lipstadt; and Israel: A Concise History of a Nation Reborn by Daniel Gordis). The TL;DR, if you aren’t interested in homework, is that Israel believes they have no choice but to defend themselves against what they consider ‘hostile powers.’ And it’s almost entirely to do with the Holocaust. It’s a little David v Goliath. It is, dare I say, complicated.

I’m barely scratching the surface here.

(We won’t get into this in this post, though if you want to DM me for details, it might be worth knowing that Iran funds Hamas and basically supplies them with all of their weapons, and part of the reason the United States has been so reluctant to engage with this conflict is that Iran is currently in Vienna trying to restore its nuclear deal with western powers. The USA cannot afford to piss off Iran right now, and therefore cannot afford to aggravative Hamas and also needs to rely on Israel to destroy Irani nuclear facilities if the deal goes south. So, you know, there is that).

There are some people who will tell you that criticism of the Israel government is antisemitic. They are almost entirely members of the right wing, evangelical community, and they don’t speak for the Jewish community. The majority of Jewish people and Jewish Americans in particular are criticizing the Israeli government right now. The majority of Jewish people in the diaspora and in Israel support Palestinian rights and are speaking out about it. And actually, when they talk about it, they are putting themselves in great danger to do so. Because it really isn’t safe to be visibly Jewish right now. People may not want to listen to Jews when they speak about antisemitism or may want to believe that antisemitism ‘isn’t real’ because ‘the Holocaust is over’ but that is absolutely untrue. In 2019, antisemitic hate crimes in the United States reached a high we have never seen before. I remember that, because I was living in London, and I was super scared for my family at the time. Since then, that number has increased by nearly 400% in the last ten days. If you don’t believe me, have some articles about it (one, two, three, four, and five, to name a few).

I live in New York City, where a man was beaten in Time Square while attending a Free Palestine rally and wearing a kippah. I’m sorry, but being visibly Jewish near a pro-Palestine rally? That was enough to have a bunch of people just start beating on him? I made a previous post detailing how there are Jews being attacked all over the world, and there is a very good timeline of recent hate crimes against Jews that you can find right here. These are Jews, by the way, who have nothing to do with Israel or Palestine. They are Americans or Europeans or Canadians who are living their lives. In some cases, they are at pro-Palestine rallies and they are trying to help, but they just look visibly Jewish. God Forbid we are the wrong ethnicity for your rally, even if we agree.

This is really serious. There are people calling for the death of all Jews. There are people calling for another Holocaust.

There are 14 million Jews in the world. 14 million. Of 7.6 billion. And you think it isn’t a problem the way people treat us?

Anyway (aside from, you know, compassion), why does this matter? This matters because stuff like this deters Jews who want to be part of the pro-Palestine movement because they are literally scared for their safety. I said this before, and I will say it again: Zionism was, historically speaking, a very unpopular opinion. It was only widespread antisemitic violence (you know, the Holocaust) that made Jews believe there was a necessity for a Jewish state. Honestly, it wasn’t until the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting that I supported it the abstract idea too.

I grew up in New York City, I am a liberal Jew, and I believe in the rights of marginalized and oppressed people to self-determine worldwide. Growing up, I also fit the profile of what many scholars describe as the self hating Jew, because I believed that, in order to justify myself in American liberal society, I had to hate Israel, and I had to be anti-Zionist by default, even if I didn’t always understand what ‘Zionism’ meant in abstract. Well, I am 27 years old now with two masters degrees in history, and here is what Zionism means to me: I hate the Israeli government. They do not speak for me. But I am not anti-Zionist. I believe in the necessity for a Jewish state — a state where all Jews are welcome, regardless of their background, regardless of their nationality.

There needs to be a place where Jews, an ethnic minority who are unwelcome in nearly every state in the world, have a place where they are free from persecution — a place where they feel protected. And I don’t think there is anything wrong with that place being the place where Jews are ethnically indigenous to. Because believe it or not, whether it is inconvenient, Jews are indigenous to the land of Israel. I’ve addressed this in this post.

With that said, that doesn’t mean you can kick the Palestinian people out. They are also indigenous to that land, which is addressed in the same post, if you don’t trust me.

What is incredible to me is that Zionism is defined, by the Oxford English Dixtionary, as “A movement [that called originally for] the reestablishment of a Jewish nationhood in Palestine, and [since 1948] the development of the State of Israel.” Whether we agree with this or not, there were early disagreements about the location of a ‘Jewish state,’ and some, like Maurice de Hirsch, believed it ought to be located in South America, for example. Others believed it should be located in Africa. The point is that the original plans for the Jewish state were about safety. The plan changed because Jews wanted to return to their homeland, the largest project of decolonization and indigenous reclamation ever to be undertaken by an indigenous group. Whether you want to hear that or not, it is true. Read a book or two. Then you might know what I mean.

When people say this is a complicated issue, they aren’t being facetious. They aren’t trying to obfuscate the point. They often aren’t even trying to defend the Israeli government, because I certainly am not — I think they are abhorrent. But there is no future in the Middle East if the Israelis and Palestinians don’t form a state that has an equal right of return and recognizes both of their indigenousness, and that will never happen if people can’t stop throwing vitriolic rhetoric around. Is the Israeli Government bad? Yes. Are Israeli citizens bad? Largely, no. They want to defend their families, and they want to defend their people. This is basically the same as the fact that Palestinian people aren’t bad, though Hamas often is. And for the love of god, stop defending terrorist organizations. Just stop. They kill their own people for their own power and for their own benefit.

And yes, one more time, the Israeli government is so, so, so wrong. But god, think about your words, and think about how you are enabling Nazis. The rhetoric the left is using is hurting Jews. I am afraid to leave my house. I’m afraid to identify as Jewish on tumblr. I’m afraid for my family, afraid for my friends. People I know are afraid for me.

It’s 2021. I am not my great uncle. I cried for him, but I shouldn’t have to die like him.

Words have consequences. Language has consequences. And genuinely, I do not think everyone is a bad person, so think about what you are putting into the world, because you’d be surprised how often you are doing a Nazi a favor or two.

Is that really what you want? To do a Nazi a favor or two? I don’t think that you do. I hope you don’t, at least.

That’s all. You know, five thousand words later. But uh, think a little. Please.

#jumblr #free palestine #zionism #gaza #signal boost #antisemitism #jew tag

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say...sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

Sukuna’s polite enough to not meddle into your business as he’s promised, which you’re extremely thankful for, but you should’ve known the bubble of happiness would pop the moment you stepped out of your apartment. You’ve left your phone unattended and on silent, earbuds always placed inside to ignore Megumi’s calls.

It’s funny, actually, that he’s never replied much to you before other than occasional dick pic and ‘you awake baby?’ but ever since you’ve been…pre-occupied, suddenly you’re on top of his contacts.

You grumble at the vibration of your phone, Megumi’s name flashing on the screen. Back then, you would’ve soared and jumped to pick up the call, voice sultry and toes pointed at the ceiling as you try to keep in your giggles. Now, you’re dreading it, glaring at his annoyingly handsome contact icon that used to make your heart skip a beat. You’re studying in the library and have been doing a terrific job at avoiding him so far, and today won’t be any different.

With a sigh, you completely flip your phone upside down and turn back to your book. You’re on the second line of the paragraph when you feel large, warm hands caress the back of your neck, tilting you upwards to meet his curious – and certainly annoyed – blue eyes.

“Babe,” Megumi drawls out, minty breath fanning your cheeks.

He looks absolutely stunning today, plain and casual yet so handsome in just a black hoodie and sweatpants, his dark hair slicked back to reveal his forehead. For a guy who sure pounded into your skill he had no interest in you that went beyond sexual, he sure did know you well enough, the slight tugging of his lips a sign he could easily read through you. It makes you huff away from him, scooting – trying is the keyword – away from his touch. Megumi’s persistence leads him into you placing you right above his lap and cages you between his arms, chin on your shoulder and his breath floating over your ear.

You can’t help but squirm in embarrassment. Half of the students in the campus library have turned to look at you, and Megumi merely smiles at the attention, audacious enough to kiss the shell of your ear.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him! In reality, you really do want to fuck him.

“Why have you been ghosting me?”

“I wasn’t ghosting you, Megumi, it’s called being busy. You ever tried doing homework?”

“You’re so mean to me today,” he pouts, but that pout soon brightens into a smile when you scowl at him. Megumi, albeit never really paying attention to you, your facial expressions have registered as second nature to him now. It doesn’t take much before you soften under his hold, still as mushy as ever, and the nasty fucker basks in it proudly. “There’s a party tonight at Okkotsu’s house, said his parents were away in Greece or some rich family shit. Wanna come and get wasted with me?”

“I don’t know, Megs, I have an essay to finish…”

“Come on, it’s just one night. It won’t hurt,” he shrugs and sways you to side to side, causing your heart to sway side to side in giddiness. It’s this – moments like this – that really fools you into believing Megumi likes you. And that sweet lie only turns sweeter from his words that drip like honey, “Plus, I’ve missed you. Can’t think straight when we’ve been apart for too long, baby.”

You pretend to think about it.

That slight falter in a split second brings about a waver in Megumi’s confident you didn’t think would be possible. Not that you can blame him; you never did have to think about it whenever he invites you to fuck around with him. In fact, you say yes a lot faster than he can ask you something, but something’s been changing you lately – or rather someone.

In the end though, you’ll circle up right where you belong.

Relishing in the rarity of having Megumi coddle you with kisses and affection, his perfume still as boyish and vanilla that deluded you into his faux aura of a sweet boy, you melt one more time. Hopefully, it would transition into a one last time before Megumi’s completely wrapped you around his finger.

“Fine. I’m leaving if it’s too noisy though.”

“Awesome,” Megumi chirps, pulling you in for a long, solid kiss. It takes you back by surprise that you end up wide-eyed above him, stiff hands on his shoulders as you feel him smile through the kiss. Then, just as you’re about to kiss him back with the same passion, Megumi separates himself from you and squeezes your ass. “Promise we’ll have fun, babe. I’ll even bring extra condoms.”

You’re not surprised he left afterwards.

But are you hurt? Most definitely so.

Fuck Fushiguro Megumi.

You were going to leave him, block him, ignore him, avoid him, and carve him out of your heart for good. It’s what you deserve – to be freed from such a toxic guy like him. His pretty face shouldn’t be an excuse for you stick around any longer. That party…well, it would be your last one, you’re never going back!

Still, it’s not that easy to let go. Years of following him around with puppy eyes and spreading your legs open for him like it’s the most natural thing to do isn’t just going to disappear in a day.

It’s for closure, you lie to yourself. That’s all it is – you just need closure. So for one last time, you’ll fuck around with Megumi, then you’d leave him. For good this time.

And yet – your mind still races back to him. His throaty, boyish laughter and the stupid way his eyes crinkle into half moons, his large hands slapping his knees when you tell him a really silly joke. Okay, he didn’t really laugh that much because he’s already passed out in the times you crack jokes after sex, but the few times he did, though? It’s magical, beautiful, phenomenal.

He’s so awful yet so irresistibly charming it’s a huge tug of war between your rational mind and foolish heart.

You couldn’t focus anymore in the library. If you wanted to pass your exams, you need to be somewhere that won’t remind you of him, in a place where a stronger aroma would conceal his lingering scent. The best option was to hang around in a local café closer to your apartment than on campus, and you’ve completely ditched your usual get up to just opting for lookinglike a complete shut in – bags under eyes, heart torn over a stupid boy, the usual Iced Vanilla Latte with the condensation sticking to the wooden table and soft lofi music playing in the background – it’s just the perfect atmosphere for you to wallow in self-pity.

And wallow in self-pity you did, your cheeks squished against the pale furniture while you sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. At the back of your head, Megumi is still giving you one of those slow, long kisses reserved for only when he’s half-sleepy, your heart doing insane back flips as you reminisced whatever moments you once had.

You’re so lost in your own train of thought you fail to hear the scraping of a chair, followed by a heavy body plopping across you. “Well, this is kind of gloomy…”

At the sound of that awfully familiar, deep voice, you sit up straight in a frenzy. Sukuna smirks at your reaction as he loudly sips from his matcha latte – which you would’ve never thought he likes – and sits back at his chair, legs crossed against one another. Unlike Megumi, he doesn’t seem to pose any other malicious intent, so you bury your head in your arms, wishing for the ground to just open up and eat you already.

“I’m sleep deprived and haven’t eaten anything except Red Bull and coffee,” you try to explain, “I look horrible.”

“Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous all the time.”

From under your arms, you scowl at nowhere in particular, ignoring the heat rushing from the back of your neck. Sukuna didn’t seem to be flirting with you, and one peek at him swirling his straw inside his cup proves your theories.

However, the offhanded compliment falls so naturally from his lips it takes you a back, and not in a good way. Defensively, you cross your arms against your chest. You knock your toes against Sukuna’s knees under the knees to get his attention, the taller man peering at you under his lashes, tongue innocently swirling around his straw.

I fucking hate men! – is what you want to say, but something different comes out. “Why are you even here? Aren’t you asleep in the morning because of work?”

“It’s my day off,” he sets his cup down, placing his chin on both of his palms. Sukuna’s gaze travels from your face down to the abandoned papers before you, a scowl immediately making its way to his face. “Got too bored to cook so I came here for a light snack. As for you…ew, are you doing essays? I hated that shit in college.”

“Yeah, I hate it too,” you numbly agree, “Can barely function right now.”

Sukuna’s eyes lit up the moment you nearly fall on the table again, his palm quick to caress your cheek. If he can feel the intense heat of your skin from the sudden gesture, he makes no comment about it. Instead, Sukuna hauls you from your seat, nodding to your bag and papers before he rushes you out the door.

When Sukuna said he could make you feel better, the last thing you thought of was going to the nearby park. Now, you find yourself sitting comfortably with him, aggressively licking on the vanilla ice cream he’d gotten you from an ice cream man that passed by. It’s a great way to kill the time – or just to enjoy the day despite the rough start – because the sunlight feels warm on your skin, the trees above you shading you from extra shade.

Next to you, Sukuna is surveying his ice cream with the least interest, his brows furrowed as he notes, “Your crush is toxic. I suggest you cut ties with him and get it all over with.”

In part of making you feel better, Sukuna’s subtly given you clues you could tell him whatever’s going on in your mind. It makes you wonder if maybe you’ve been that obvious that even Sukuna could read you, but you’re thankful that he understood, because you really did want to rant about it. Your friends are just a one call away, but they’re not any better. They’ll keep claiming ‘Megumi just needs time’ because they know it’s what you want to hear to make yourself feel better. Though, every once in a while, you needed to talk to someone who could actually slap the harsh reality at your face, and who else would be more suitable than a mature adult like Sukuna?

Looking at him now, the contrast between your roommate and your crush is immense. Where Megumi is all bark and no bite, all needy and never giving, Sukuna’s silent and compliant, an extremely good listener with the patience of a monk.

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yeah it is. Just block his number and avoid him. He’ll get the answer soon enough.”

“You don’t understand,” you groan in defeat. Sukuna faces you with worry written all over his face, seemingly tender in comparison to the tattoos marking his skin. Sometimes, it’s so easy to forget he’s actually a lot more decent than Fushiguro fucking Megumi, but you end up slipping anyway, turning to the sky just as tears prick at your eyes. “I…I love him, okay? I’ve always been in love with him even though I know I’m just someone who warms his bed. I know that much and yet…I can’t seem to let him go.”

Sukuna is silent for a full minute. You thought he’ll offer you some adult wisdom only people like him would now, but Sukuna simply snorts, happily licking at his ice cream as if you didn’t just break down in front of him. “Shit’s tough then.”

“You’re great at comforting, you know that?”

“Oh, I wasn’t comforting you,” he smiles and pats your knee, “Come on, let’s go home. I know just how to take your mind off things.”

With the way he’s caressing your thigh and his voice turned an octave lower, you chastise yourself for feeling aroused when you wanted to cry just seconds ago. But his fingers are inching closer and closer to your inner thigh, and he’s warm and strong – so fucking nice too that perhaps fucking him wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

But like always, Sukuna never fails to surprise you.

You expected he’d take you right to his room the moment you’ve crossed the door, but Sukuna dashes for the TV before carrying a huge blanket and heaps of pillow. You watch there, stunned. He makes quick work of fluffing the pillows before grabbing your wrist and pulling you above him the same way Megumi did a while ago.

The only difference? Your heart doesn’t skip a beat. You’re not intoxicated by his scent. You’re not trying to squirm away from him nor do you feel like a silly little schoolgirl who’s fallen in love at first sight.

Where Megumi is deceivingly charming, Sukuna is more like a strong pillar to lean on, which you do exactly. Your head rests on his shoulder, both of your legs tangled under the blankets he’s covered you with. He’s blinking as Tangled plays on the TV, the faint sensation of his fingers playing with yours comforting and way too comfortable. It should feel weird to hang out with a guy like this without him wanting to shove his dick deep inside you minutes later (your movie marathons with Megumi never really finish as previously planned) but with Sukuna?

It feels natural. It feels great. It feels like home.

You’re gaping at him long before you realize it, one of your hands absentmindedly playing with the strings of his hoodie. Sukuna hums along to I Have A Dream with a small smile on his face, one that forms into a playful glare as he catches you staring at him. “Don’t look at me like that. Disney is a classic.”

You fight back a smile. “Wasn’t complaining,” burying yourself deeper into his warm embrace, you’re lulled into an early slumber with Sukuna’s humming combined with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

His plan worked efficiently – for a moment, you forget your heart was aching to begin with.

After screaming internally for a good hour and a half, you arrive at the party anyway. The stench of weed, alcohol, and sex hanging thickly in the air is more than familiar to you by now. You ignore the catcalls you receive as you make your way to Megumi and fuck, he just had to look even sexier tonight.

He’s ditched his e-boy getup with a plain white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, a Converse, and that black leather jacket he always refused to wear. Megumi really woke up and chose violence today, the minimalistic silver chain around his neck only adding to his appeal. You should’ve run away then – he literally screams trouble – but you’ve never been one to shy from that. Truth be told, you’re only pulled in harder, swaying your hips side to side as you sashay to where he’s laughing along with his friends.

Clearing your throat to get his attention, Megumi finally lays his eyes on you.

You’re glad you took the extra time to dress in your best outfit today – a lace orange mini dress that accentuates your cleavage just enough for a tease, paired with black combat boots and a white purse slung from your shoulder. Pride pumps through your veins when Megumi steps away from his friends, his hands encircling around your waist almost possessively. He smirks through your hair, those addicting lips trailing lower and lower down to your neck until, “You smell like another man.”

Now that you weren’t expecting. He doesn’t seem to be mad, perhaps a little jealous judging by how he’s grinding his crotch to your abdomen and tugs you closer, but this is Megumi in the question. He never gets jealous, so you flatten your palms onto his chest, eyes daring and red lips upturned into a smirk as you ask, “Why do you care?”

Megumi raises a brow – which really shouldn’t have been such a sexy thing – at your spunk. Normally, you’re too sweet and submissive to him, never would’ve even dared to dress something as revealing like this, but maybe you’re tired of being sweet.

Maybe this time, you wanted to match Megumi’s spice, fight fire with fire.

Megumi chuckles above your lips and swipes a thumb over your lower lip, humming when the coating doesn’t stain his fingers. He’s mentioned before he hates washing the lipstick off his dick, and the fact you remember that has him groaning at your ear. Unsurprisingly, Megumi’s already hard. He nibbles at the shell of your ear, possessive hands brushing over your collarbone as a silent promise of what he’ll be doing to you tonight.

“Like I said, this pussy is mine.”

You should say no. It’s evident in the darkness of his eyes he’s daring you to say no, but it’s too much. The cramped space that diminishes space until it becomes a myth, his hands rubbing circles at your hip, the glint of his new lip ring under the disco lights and anything, everything about Fushiguro Megumi just makes you feel so weak you can’t say no.

Satisfied with your silence, Megumi sweeps you upstairs. There’s already a round of Truth or Dare going on with a bunch of drunk and half-high college students, the lights red and the aroma of weed thick in the air.

It bothers you so you stick close to Megumi, nose stuck at the collar of his leather jacket. He’s not satisfied with just you sitting next to him; Megumi is territorial. He makes sure you’re comfy and using his lap like a throne, clasping both your hands in your lap while he boredly stares at his friends. Okkotsu Yuta, the host who used to be super shy in his freshman year but became one of the most sought after guys in his junior year, sits across from you in the circle. He’s already giggling in his drunken state while Nobara Kugisaki makes the mistake of choosing dare, flinging her bra straight at a very enthusiastic Yuuji.

They spin the bottle and it lands straight at you. Megumi hums in anticipation at the crook of your neck, his little sounds mixed with his heated touches sending fire straight down your core. It’s inebriating to have him this close, but you need to keep a straight head if you want to survive.

Fighting the arousal pooling at your stomach, you offer a flat smile. “Truth.” As expected, the crowd isn’t pleased. They holler, “Booooo,” with their hands cupped around their mouths, the others snickering at you, though you’re quite satisfied with the safety of your choice. You could be crazy with Megumi, but being crazy around others isn’t something you’re comfortable with.

Thankfully, Yuta shushes the crowd dramatically with a threat he’ll kick them out with his infamous Katana that’s been passed down by an ancestor. Once everyone’s calmed down, Yuta smirks at you, eyes wiggling as he asks, “Who’s the best dick you ever had?”

You don’t think twice about it. Someone else’s face pops up for a split second, but it’s so natural, so obvious that you would say – “Megumi.”

“Speak louder, baby, they won’t hear.”

“It’s you,” you suddenly grow shy at the attention, whatnot with Megumi shamelessly trailing hot kisses down your neck now for everyone to see. He’s shameless as he rocks you back and forth on his thigh, all the while keeping eye contact with the other guys whose eyes are zeroed in on the swell of your breasts that are an inch away from popping out from your dress. It’s the best time to submit, the perfect time to give him what he wants, and his expert hands prompt his name out of you with a single suck at your neck.

“Fushiguro Megumi.”

“Damn, Megumi, you’ve trained your bitch well.”

“’Course I did. My dick does all the disciplining,” Megumi cups your jaw to tilt your face at him, cooing at you as you flush embarrassed from everyone’s snickering. “Aw, don’t pout baby, it’s all just harmless jokes. You know I treat you like a goddess when we’re alone.”

“Yo, man, get a fucking room!”

Megumi ignores Yuuji’s comments and makes an offhanded comment the latter is just jealous because he hasn’t had his dick wet in days, ensuing a close dog fight between the guys. Maki has to step in and kick the strawberry haired boy back to his seat, scolding her cousin to back down. Meanwhile, you cling to Megumi like a scaredy-cat, head empty with nothing but the way he’s never hold you this close and proudly before.

Just one last time.

“Megs, your turn.”

“Dare.”

Yuuji slaps his palm over Yuta who usually gives the dares. The older guy rolls his eyes but lets it slide, knowing that Yuuji could also let loose with his dares. Megumi isn’t afraid though, he stays docile around you, leaving little nibbles at your ear and even squeezing your boobs at one point. You know he’ll never back down from Yuuji’s dares, even as his eyes darken with mischief. Now, Yuuji is a nice guy, but something doesn’t quite feel right with the way he’s staring Megumi down.

“I dare you to kiss the hottest girl in the room.”

Megumi freezes.

Time must’ve stopped because everyone is chanting, “KISS, KISS, KISS!” but he makes no move. You stay there, staring up at him wide eyed with your arms looped around his neck. Your heart is beating a mile a minute in your chest the moment Megumi’s eyes gaze down to your lips, smirking as he leans closer, leans down lower, and you close your eyes, waiting for the salacious kiss that would sear at the back of your mind. But it never comes and a gust of wind flies by through you, and before you know it, Megumi’s leaned over your shoulder, his hand cupping the cheek of this girl named Alicia who you’ve heard about from your friends before that she’s Megumi’s current pick.

Alicia was never supposed to kiss him back. Your friends told you, they promised you she wasn’t the type of person to fall for the likes of Megumi, and yet she’s smiling through the kiss. You’re still in Megumi’s lap but your vision is of the audience, their jaws dropped and Yuuji slapping Yuta’s thighs. “Oh, shit! That’s gotta hurt!”

You don’t think twice.

You push yourself off Megumi and run out the room, the sounds of their chaotic laughter mocking you to no end. You know – you fucking know – you’d never quite belong in Megumi’s circle. Everyone knows you’re just another one of his bed warmers, and they also know how much you’re hopelessly in love with him, begging, hoping that one day he might return your affections.

It makes perfect sense with each step you take further from the room. This has to be staged, intentional, because there’s no way Yuuji would’ve said that if he didn’t already have an idea maybe Alicia reciprocated Megumi’s feelings.

But what about your feelings?

Does no one really care? Were you really reduced to just another body count?

Your chest squeezed uncomfortably as you pushed past the crowd, ignoring everyone’s protests from how rough you were. You don’t stop until you’ve locked yourself inside a restroom, tears freely falling down your face. With trembling hands, you fall back to the floor, dialing the only person you could trust right now.

He picks up not three rings later, voice still gruff and laced with sleep. “Hello?”

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper, pathetically wiping your tears away with the back of your hand. “I’m – can you please pick me up?”

From the other line, you can hear Sukuna shuffling for something in the background. Keys dangle and he locks the door, the sounds of his rushed footsteps so relieving to your senses. “Where are you? What’s wrong? Did someone force themselves on you?”

“No, I just…I want to go home.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there soon.”

You text him the address and end the call. From the outside, the bass is thumping so hard it makes your head pound. You’re already feeling dizzy from crying so much, hands clutched around your chest because it hurts so much.

Stupid Megumi, fucking stupid Megumi – but aren’t you the stupider one? You’re the one who chose to keep being with him despite the warning signs. You’ve heard what everyone said about him, his reputation as a fuckboy isn’t exactly a secret, but you hoped, you sincerely hoped you could at least be good enough. But you’re not not good enough – Megumi just simply doesn’t deserve you. You deserve better and he needs to go to hell, so then why does it hurt so much the more you picture how he’s humiliated you like that?

Your dress is beyond soaked from how much you’ve cried. At this point, you just feel achingly numb. The pounding in your head is matched by the soft knocks rapping against the door, and thinking it’s Megumi or one of his lackeys, you wrap your arms around your knees.

“GO AWAY!”

“Sweetheart, it’s me. Open up, let’s get you home,” It’s Sukuna. Scrambling for the door, you push it open and jump into his arms without a second thought. Sukuna effortlestly catches you, and the dam you thought had dried up in you breaks again. He stiffens as you cry on his shoulder, fists balled around his shirt in a vice-like grip. “Who the fuck made you cry? Is it him again?” he growls, “I seriously want to knock the living daylights out of him.”

“Don’t start a ruckus, Sukuna.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he visibly softens at your state. Sukuna rubs your back soothingly and lets you cry like that, shielding your vulnerable state with his arm. He moves you to hide your face in his chest and kisses the crown of your head, so gentle and unbelievably tender. “I don’t pick on someone weaker than me. That’s bullying.”

You don’t utter another word as he leads you out of the house. He mutters under his breath on how kids are so wild these days and he really can’t imagine he was once like that. Sukuna’s car is parked on the curb, and you rush for it, eager to go home until he stops you. He wraps his jacket around your shoulders to offer you some modesty and you offer him a weak smile, allowing him to embrace you from the sides to guide you.

“Hey!” Megumi calls out, “Hey, what are you doing with her? Let her go,” his footsteps echo behind you just as you clench your eyes shit, “I said let her go!”

“Don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid, don’t punch the kid,” Sukuna mutters to himself like a mantra.

“Yo, steroid guy, you deaf or what? I said let my girl go—” Megumi falls on his ass. He stares up at whoever punched him, eyes wide at Sukuna’s arm raised, but his eyes are on you. “Ow! You fucking bitch, you broke my nose!”

“Shit,” Sukuna laughs beside you as you wince at the soreness of your knuckle. “That was hot.” Somehow, you find the ability to smile. You’ve always wanted to top Megumi, but seeing him below you like this, weak and clutching his broken nose while whining about it like a little bitch, it feels a lot more satisfying.

You want to scream at him, to release all the profanities that have manifested your anger throughout the years. But Megumi crawls back with something unreadable in his eyes, the edges of his lips tinted red with a smack of lipstick, probably from Alicia.

The sight has you scoffing. Maybe you don’t have anything to worry about after all – Megumi hates lipstick stains with a passion. If he ever gets with her, they won’t last long enough.

That fact is enough for you to flip your hair over your shoulder, glaring at Megumi one last time before dragging Sukuna down by the collar. His laughter ceases the moment your lips collide, your hands teasing around his neck to brush at his undercut. Sukuna moans through the kiss, the way he’s explicitly grabbing the flesh of your ass a sign he’s aware what kind of game you’re playing. You make a mental note to apologize for this later, but for now, you’ll shamelessly savor his tongue and the minty aftertaste, grabbing at his large frame that picks you up with no ease.

You leave Megumi gaping at the lawn after that, your finger middle raised right before Sukuna speeds off.

Fuck, that has never felt so good. This feeling…it bursts through you. There’s this certain satisfaction in finally having the power at your fingertips this time around, and you you’re your wicked smile through your hair, too absorbed in your own feelings that you don’t register Sukuna’s worried tone at first.

“So…do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” He doesn’t pry afterwards, just shoots you a curious look. Just moments ago, you were crying and feeling like you’re on the verge of breaking down, but this adrenaline rushing through absolutely cannot fuck around anymore. The image of Megumi realizing he’s lost you is so exhilarating, and you twist your torso to face your roommate, grinning at his handsome features. He looks so delicious like this, black button up shirt left open at the top, his veiny, muscular arms driving one hand on the steering wheel and the other gently caressing your thigh. You suck in a deep breath, licking your lips as you purr, “Hey, Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Pull over.”

“Wait, why? We’re so close at home.”

“Pull over, I’m done,” you insist with a glare, although the animosity isn’t directed at him. Sukuna keeps his eyes on the road before he spares you a glance, smirking at how you’re already unclasping your bra from your seat.

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re going to use me as a stress reliever.”

At his words, your arms still behind you. You glance up at him with wide, worried eyes that immediately reach out for his hands in assurance. “N-No, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Usually, sex is a lot crazier when the other is angry. Use me as you will – I don’t really care,” he licks his lips and suddenly slams on the brakes under an empty parking lot, already flipping something in the engine. You’re taken aback as Sukuna discards his shirt in a second, his large arms carrying your frame to the backseat with him. Sukuna spreads your legs as he helps you get rid of your dress but it’s too tight that you just give up, leaving the material bunched under your boobs instead. Sukuna’s eyes darken at the lack of material under your dress, his fierce gaze shooting up to yours as he massages your inner thighs, his breath labored.

“What position do you want?”

“Fu-fuck, I don’t know, just fuck me,” you whine, spreading your legs farther to make space for him. He’s a tall guy with long limbs that he shrinks even with his fancy car, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. Sukuna seems a lot more focused in fucking you in that moment because he’s unhooking his belt, diving down for one more kiss that is a lot heated and rushed than the previous one for show.

“I want to get rid of his face from my mind, I fucking hate him so much,” you can’t help but bite down on Sukuna’s lip, hard enough that it draws blood. Sukuna groans into your mouth, the sound so utterly deep and sexy you drip down on his seats even more.

“You’ll still go back to him after this?”

“No…it would be stupid if I did,” you roll your eyes.

“Good girl,” Sukuna praises as his lips leave a wet trail from your jaw down to the valley of your breasts. His smile is quickly replaced with a sinister grin, one of his hands cupping your breasts at the same time his teeth dart out to playfully nip at your breasts. He really shouldn’t look so enticing under you like this, and you’re so caught by his devilishness you fail to realize he’s already rummaging through your purse. “But I think lover boy still doesn’t get the message. We’re gonna have to punch it through his dumb skull.”

He hands you your phone, Megumi’s contact right before you.

“Sukuna, what’re you doing?”

“Call him,” Sukuna moves up to fish a condom out of his wallet and slides it to his already throbbing cock, chuckling at the way your eyes widen at his girth as if you hadn’t taken him before. “Call him and let him hear how I fuck you better, sweetheart. Boys like him won’t get the message unless you tell them directly.”

His hands clutch the backseat until his knuckles turn white, aligning himself with your entrance. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily and you moan loudly at the intrusion, pretty little gasps a sign of your pleasure. Helplessly, you grip at his bicep while your legs shake from how tense you are, the tantalizing movement of his hips pulling breathless moans from you. “And what better way than to take what’s his, right? What did he call this? His pretty pussy?” Sukuna scoffs, “Fuck that, stupid little boys can’t even fuck you right, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

“Ngh, Sukuna, that f-feels good, right there!”

“Right here?” he teases with a stroke of his cock that brushes against your tight walls. Sukuna’s face contort into pleasure when your tight pussy sucks him in, falling forward just to rasp in your ear. “Call him. Then, I’ll fuck you however you want me to.”

You don’t know how you’re able to swipe on Megumi, but he picks up in the speed of light like never before. Sukuna mouths loudspeaker and you follow his commands, Megumi’s voice booming through the sex-filled air of the car. “Where the fuck did you go? The party wasn’t over yet and you’re hanging out with some beefy, tattoed guy? It’s your roommate, isn’t it?” Megumi curses at someone before continuing, the aggravation evident in his tone. “He’s such a fucking creep, I swear if he lays his hands on you again I’ll—”

“You’ll do what, kid?” Sukuna challenges, “Oh and mind you, she’s the one who asked me to fuck her. As her concerned roommate and the more mature adult, I believe it’s my duty to listen to her complaints and make her feel better, especially when she keeps whining she’s not being fucked good.”

“Sukuna!” You whine and slap his arm, but you’re smiling, the pleasure and satisfaction of slapping Megumi this harshly making you feel greater than ever.

“Are you sleeping with her?” Megumi sounds like he’s losing his shit, and you sincerely hope he does. “Gosh, Y/N, how low can you be? I thought you were my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend? Since when?” you attempt to scream, but Sukuna’s gripped your thighs and pulls your lower body closer to his cock in time to meet his thrusts. Your body slides off the seat and you’re left screaming Sukuna’s name, the latter wearing a shit-eating grin at the way you’re creaming around him. Somehow, your attention reverts back to Megumi’s whining. “You’re a fucking dick, Megumi, I honestly hope you choke on your small dick!” you shout and end the call, slapping your hand on your face as you throw your phone away. “I hated saying that.”

“Because you still like him or…?”

“No, because he was actually a good fuck and his dick is huge,” you say through pants. Sukuna must’ve hated how you’re talking about Megumi’s dick when he’s literally rearranging your insides, and Sukuna grabs your leg, manhandling you into the position he likes. You’re immediately on your knees with your back flat to his chest, your arms locked between your bodies as Sukuna takes you from behind. Your head falls back to his shoulders where Sukuna leaves messy open-mouthed kisses to your sweaty skin. “I fucking hate him. He’s such an asshole.”

“Hmm, well don’t spend too much energy thinking about him anymore,” Sukuna snarls at your skin, releasing your hands just to rub at your swollen clit. “Just let loose and let me take care of you. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t even remember meeting him.”

The honest side of you wants to moan, the familiar tightening of your abdomen appearing already. He’s hitting all your sensitive spots that you can barely think, only feel, but you also feel so powerful and enraged that you cup Sukuna’s cheek, narrowing your eyes at him. You hit his thrusts by pushing back against his cock that causes him to slide in deeper, the large man groaning deep within his chest.

“You sure about that?”

“Oh, hundred percent confident, baby.”

“Let’s see what you got then,” you teased him. Pretending you’re not seconds away from coming is an even bigger challenge than leaving Megumi, but for the sake of riling up Sukuna, you would do it.

“You’re challenging me?”

“If I don’t cum at least twice, then that’s going to be a damn shame.”

“Twice? That’s not even the minimum,” he shakes his head tauntingly at you, increasing his pace until the sounds of his balls smacking your ass and both your groans are filling the dead silent night. It’s so lewd and dirty that your tongue lols out from the pleasure, eyes shut tight because you’re close, so fucking close! “You’re going to lose your fucking mind,” Sukuna said as a final warning.

You didn’t think too much of it until he pulls out of you seconds before you came. The crestfallen look written all over your face makes him laugh, but Sukuna only turns your body and goes down on his knees, hitching your legs over his shoulders. Your chest falls up and down as he dives down to your sopping, abused cunt, hands threading through his hair before he rudely flicks it away. “No. Hands to yourself. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he hissed, but his roughness is softened only by a little bit when you whimper so sweetly for him. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, you’ll get your chance when we get home. For now, since you’d so rudely woke me up and left me without inviting me for dinner, I’m starving.”

Sukuna dips between your thighs, tongue poking out to take the first taste of your juices. Your reaction is instantaneous and gratifying; head thrown back, nails dug into the seats, legs quivering and falling open wider to welcome the warm, wet muscle that licks flat from your entrance up to your clit.

“Fuuckk, Sukuna, slow down, ngh—”

“He ever ate you out this way?”

“No, I don’t know, I don’t know.”

“Can you take it, sweetheart? Should I stop?” You know he’s teasing you, the sniggers muffled from your pussy lips are still heard but you can’t fight back, not when your legs turn to jelly at his ministrations.

“Keep going, fuck, please, I will slap you if you don’t make me cum tonight,” you threaten, and Sukuna smartly responds by sucking your clit into his mouth. He rolls it between his teeth, careful enough not to hurt you while plunging two fingers deep inside you, curling it into a come-hither motion that stretches you pleasurably. “Too, oh, shit!”

“You can’t even talk properly,” he chuckles, and the vibrations that come afterwards shatter your entire world. “And this is just my tongue. Feels too good?”

“Yes, yes, too good!” you cry out, “Sukuna, em coming!”

Your orgasm has no build-up whatsoever. You lay there panting with a silent scream as your nails scratch against his seats, toes curled as it comes down into you in one, hard slap. Sukuna hums as he licks up the arousal trailing down your pussy to not make even more of a mess. “Already? I haven’t even started yet,” he sighs sarcastically, “Don’t think I’m done with you. I did say you’d lose your mind, right?”

Sukuna has now joined you on the seats, flipping you to the side where he hooks one leg under his arm, your other leg extended to your side that remains flushed at the seats, his thighs squishing yours. It’s utterly challenging to move in this position and you’re completely at his mercy, the sight of his tall, dominating figure above you forcing you back into a submissive space. He doesn’t give you much time to recover before his cock is pushing past your pussy once more, bottoming out in one, swift thrust.

“’Kuna, too sensitive, mhhm—”

“You’ll take it,” he breathes out while peppering kisses at your ankle, “Come on, you’re a good girl, yeah? Give me one more.”

“Su-kuna, it’s too much!”

“Just one more.” Sukuna elicits moans from you the harder he thrusts, leaning forward until you’re crying out from the stretch of all the muscles in your body. He’s being nice today by letting you cum more than twice in the exchange of holding back his, because he’s absolutely throbbing inside you. He picks up a rougher pace from where he left off, saying your name through gritted teeth as you tighten around him. You’re squealing and whimpering from behind your fists, overly sensitive still from your previous orgasm.

His hips roll in such a mind-numbing manner before Sukuna rams into you utterly deep, your bodies flushed so close you can feel the heat pulsing from his skin. Sukuna tenses above you before he brings you to your orgasm, with him following not long afterwards.

Sukuna pulls out with a groan and ties his condom in a knot, discarding it above his clothes. Upon hearing your soft sighs, he immediately rushes your side and pats your cheek to wake you up. “Hey, look at me,” he commands, though his voice is gentle and soft. “You good?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out through fluttering lashes, “Yeah, I’m just tired,” extending your arms to him, you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him close. “Come here. Want cuddles.”

Sukuna gives in to your request for a few minutes and stays wrapped up with you. It’s perfect to be in this state, to be held so close and not just touched, the intimacy of it all bringing about unfamiliar warmth that only ever makes itself present when he’s here. “As much as I want to stay like this, we’re sweaty and sticky,” Sukuna murmurs through your hair, his hands roaming all over your skin. There’s no other sexual meaning behind it even as his rough palms graze past your mound. His touches are more like him exploring your body out of curiosity, out of the desire to just have you this close. You’re unsure what to feel about it and your mind is uncannily clear after an orgasm, but Sukuna’s already sitting up with you above him before you could ponder about it any longer. “Let me take you home first, then we’ll cuddle. What do you think?”

“Oh fuck,” you cut him off upon seeing the flashing of your screen. “It’s Megumi. Fifteen missed calls.”

“Lover boy is crazy,” Sukuna snickered behind you.

“Good thing I’m crazier,” you shut your phone off and throw it to the passenger’s seat, beaming up at Sukuna and giving him the puppy eyes from behind your shoulder. “Can we get milkshakes on the way?”

“I think you got enough milk.”

“Sukuna!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he raises his hands in surrender. You pout until you feel something hard and wet poking your bottoms, and Sukuna smirks, gesturing to his erection that you haven’t noticed. “You do know that I’m still hard, right? I’ll fuck you again when we get home.”

“You could’ve just let me suck you off.”

“Nah,” he refuses, “I want to feel you come around me,” Sukuna cockily winks at you, and your mouth falls open, gasping in disbelief at how vulgar he could be. He steals a quick kiss then as he tugs his pants up, the sight of him rolling his sleeves back up to his elbows thoroughly…compelling that you’re left salivating at the ripples of his muscles. “I’ll just wait ‘til we get home. Right now, I need to treat someone like a princess and get her some food.”

“You should stop saying that,” you blurt out defensively, “Sweet lies won’t get you anywhere.”

“I wasn’t lying about anything. I meant every word I said.”

The tension thickens in an instant. Sukuna looks at you warily – or perhaps worriedly? – before he situates himself back in the driver’s seat, starting the car right after you’ve fixed your appearance. Considering it’s already late, he’s struggling to find any restaurant or diners open to appease your cravings, though he doesn’t complain about it.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, unable to find a proper explanation to his behavior. “Sukuna…” you start off nervously, refusing to look him in the eye. “Do you uhm…do you like me?”

“What kind of question is that, sweetheart?”

“I meant…maybe you just like me for my body, you know?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetheart,” he tilts his head towards you, “I’m too old for drama and playing with people’s feelings. Like I said, the cards are all in your hands now. If you want us to just have casual sex, I don’t mind, but if you also want to be, uhm…” Sukuna awkwardly rubs at the back of his head with a clear of his throat, the tables turned because now he’s the one who can’t meet your gaze. “…something more, then I won’t refuse that either. I’m up to whatever you want to do.”

“And if I said that…maybe I’m considering getting to know you better?”

“Then maybe I would happily say yes.”

You smile at how easily he lightens up the mood, feeling a smile already playing on your lips as you giggle. “Just a maybe?”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he groans, averting his eyes from the road (it’s empty anyway) to get a quick peck. You whack his arm and his laugh only grows louder; he knows you’re not really angry, because he kisses really good and you like it a lot more than you’ll admit.

“I’ll be a hundred times of a better boyfriend than what you’d expect.”

“You’re really confident, huh?”

“Oh, I’m confident I can treat you well,” he nods proudly, head tipping back to the backseat. “I did just let you ruin my leather exterior and let you walk away while I have a raging boner. Do you have any idea how much self restraint a man has to have to let that happen?”

“Probably an immaculate one. Megumi would never let me go unless he’s came.”

“Yeah, well, fuck that guy,” Sukuna doesn’t even bother to try and hide his hatred for your former crush, and you’re smiling like a lovesick fool on the seat. “You’re with me now. So, since I want to spoil you, how many milkshakes do you want?”

Back then, you were always too addicted to lies that seemed so sweet that you couldn’t be able to stop. But now that you’ve met Sukuna, perhaps the blissful truth is a lot sweeter, and it’s a much healthier addiction you’ll take any day.

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