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Bleeding From The Storm

Chapter Two - Angel

After the death of his son, the head of the Dupont family wants his daughter protected. He moved her to Monaco, the safe zone, and has her protected by Charles Leclerc. Max Verstappen was never supposed to meet her. He didn't even know who she was. But he knew she was beautiful, and he knew he wanted to know more, much to the horror of Charles Leclerc.

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READ PLS: hello my lovelies!! So, if you're here from the first part, pls either reread or take note that I have removed all connection to the bianchi family -- the brother is called Louis and the last name is Dupont

Max returned to that spot time and time again. He drove past the café almost every day for his first week in Monaco. Sometimes his angel was there, sometimes she wasn't.

This time, though, when Max drove past, she was there. Sitting in the café with a fruity smoothie in front of her, wearing another sun dress. This time it was green, the skirt slightly shorter and little white flowers decorating it.

Max parked up around the corner. He straightened his tie and climbed out of his car. Always dressed in a suit just in case anybody needed him. Just in case his father called him back to work.

He walked past her, paying no mind as he stepped through the café doors. But then he stepped back, something between a smirk and a smile on his face as he walked towards her.

"Hi," he said, his hand on the back of the chair opposite her own. "Can I ask what you ordered? I'm hoping to get something sweet."

She knew not to talk to strangers. Even before the death of her brother, she had been taught how much danger she was in at all times. Normally Charles would be here to take care of it, to glare a the stranger until they moved away.

But Charles wasn't here. This is what she got for sneaking out.

Thank God this guy was cute. That shouldn't have been a reason to answer him, but she did. She held up her plastic cup and shook it slightly, answering him. "Strawberry banana," she said and put the straw to her lips. Max watched as the pink liquid moved up the straw. "It's incredibly sweet."

Max couldn't stop his smile from widening. He leaned against the chair in front of him now, not just resting his hands on it. "Is it as sweet as you?"

Oh, he was flirting with her.

She couldn't hide her embarrassment. Every time a mad had tried to flirt with her before, Charles had shut them down and scared them off.

But this man, well Charles wasn't there to scare him off. For the first time in her life a man was openly flirting with her. He was flirting with her and it was making het all bashful. And maybe a little bit shy.

He held his large hand out towards her. She couldn't help but take notice of the watch on his wrist. It was no doubt expensive, but that wasn't a surprise, considering where they were. "I'm Max," he said, keeping his hand stretched out.

She took it, but her grip was loose as she told him her name. "But everybody calls me Bunny."

"Bunny," he responded, listening to the way it rolled off of his tongue. He liked it, liked how it sounded. But, if everybody called her Bunny, Max needed something else. He looked at her, really looked at her. Looked at the way her hair fell around her shoulders, the way her fingers, nails painted to match her dress, wrapped around her plastic cups. Looked at the way her pink lips wrapped around her straw. "Angel. I think it's more fitting."

Before Max could say anything further, his phone beeped. Saving her, he couldn't help but think. "Well, Angel, I have to go," he said, standing up straight. "Can I see you again?"

She smiled as she nodded. "You know where to find me," she said and sipped the rest of her drink.

Max looked at her once more and walked away, down the street and back to his car. For the last week Max had been waiting for his father to call him back to work and, now that he had, he didn't want to leave.

Max disappeared and she was alone. She sipped her smoothie and returned to her small sketchbook, pencil moving against the page.

Suddenly, somebody slipped into the seat opposite her. She looked up, hoping it was Max, returning to flirt with her some more. But she was met with disappointment.

"Oh, Arthur," she said when she looked at the youngest Leclerc brother. "Am I in trouble?"

Arthur let out a small laugh and furrowed her brows at her. "You sneak out too often to get into trouble, Bun," he replied as he looked around.

"Not because I spoke to that guy?" She asked innocently.

But Arthur's face dropped. He may have been younger than her, but he was still tasked with keeping her safe. "Do you remember what this guy looked like, Bunny?" He asked as he grabbed her sketchbook and pulled her from her chair.

She nodded her head as Arthur led her down the street. "He was cute," she said and let out a little laugh.

But Arthur wasn't laughing as he looked around the streets. "You know that's not what I meant," he replied as he led her into her apartment building. "You know you're not meant to talk to strangers."

He dragged her up the stairs and pulled her into her apartment. Arthur immediately sat her down and checked every crevice of the apartment. He grabbed the knife from the kitchen and checked inside of the bedroom.

Nothing, her apartment was clear.

"Fucking hell, Bunny," Arthur spat. "You had me terrified."

She pouted as she fiddled with her fingers. "He was flirting with me, 'thur. I think he really thought I was cute," she mumbled and laid herself down on the sofa, pulling her legs into her chest.

Arthur released a breath from his nose as he looked down at her. "Of course he did, Bunny," he whispered and ran his fingers through her hair. "It's just... Charles and I don't know this person. We don't know if they can be trusted.”

She didn't reply.

Eventually Charles came to her apartment. When he let himself in, Arthur retreated to the kitchen. To 'make dinner', he had said. (But, something you should know about the Leclerc brothers is that neither of them could cook very well. Arthur stopped by his mothers every night for dinner and Charles wouldn't eat unless Bunny cooked for him).

The first thing Charles did was stride over to her. He sat on the end of the couch and looked down at her. "I'm not mad you snuck out," he said. Which, although it sounded like it, it wasn't a good sign. If it wasn't because of the sneaking out, he was mad about something else.

She didn't look at him, instead staring at her coffee table. There was a light layer on dust on it, and she made a mental note to clean it later. After this stupid conversation.

"But, Bunny, I need you to tell me who this guy is. Did he give you a name? Any indication of who she was?"

She'd made the mistake of telling Arthur something, she wasn't going to do it again. She tried her best to shrug her shoulders from the position she was sitting in, but it didn't much work. "He just asked what flavour my smoothie was," she said and sat up slightly.

She couldn't tell if Charles believed her or not. He simply let out a sigh and patted her leg. "Wanna get take out?" He asked softly. "We can kick Arthur out, share Chinese food and watch a movie. How does that sound, Bun?"

Her arms were folded over her chest as she sat up and looked at him. "Are you paying for it?" She asked through a pout.

"Yeah, Bun, I'll pay for it," he said and went to the kitchen to grab the menus. At the same time he kicked Arthur out of the apartment (grateful that he hadn't started cooking any sort of monstrosity yet).

Charles knew exactly what he was going to be ordering, but he still handed her the menu. She asked for the same thing every time, and this time was no different. He was on the phone, ordering food within minutes.

He couldn't concentrate on much through the movie. Charles watched her, but he couldn't help but think of some faceless stranger, snatching her in the middle of the night.

He'd let her get away with sneaking out, even if he hadn't meant to. But not again. There was no way Charles was going to let her out of his sight now.

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Remember Me

Cassian X Fem Reader

Summary: Reader's Grandmother's memory is deteriorating. When Gram has an aggressive episode, Reader falls apart at the realization she is losing her best friend. She misses family dinner and Cassian feels the devastation through the bond checks on her.

Content Warning: Memory loss of a loved one, Death of a loved one, crying.

A/N: I've been thinking about my favorite Angel lately and apparently I needed to get some feelings out. Some of these are based off real memories though its mostly fiction but the love for my gram is real! I cried a lot while writing this, so please be kind.

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“What are you doing here?” My Gram sneered. I stood frozen mouth agape, Madja warned me things had begun deteriorating quickly. I just hadn’t realized that it was impacting her personality. Her voice brook me from my thoughts, “Well, what do you want? Why are you here?” I took a sharp breath for the first time in my entire life my gentle loving grandmother held ire in her eyes, and they were glaring down at me. It wasn’t always that way.

“I win!” A younger me howled as I cleared my hand of card. My grandmother smiled and snapped her fingers in mock disappointment.

She opened up her arms and I ran right into them, her scent of cookies we made earlier and clean soap filled my nose. Home. She was my home, “Good job, my lil’ Princess.” She kissed my cheek with her pink lipstick smudging my cheek.

I grinned widely, “Can we play again?”

Gram let me go and started reaching for the Cards, “Let’s play.”

My chest felt tight, and I doubled checked to make sure that the bond was shielded on my end, not wanting to worry your mate. Her face held nothing but rage and fear of a stranger in her room. It was like a whole different person. Shaking the surprise of her behavior I took a breath, and reached out to her, “Gram.”

She swatted my hand her she yelled, “Don’t touch me, where’s my granddaughter? What have you done with her?!” I froze and blinked and blinked once more. “Healer! Healer!” She looked back at me and the broken sound of her scream, “Get out! GET. OUT.”

I bolted out the door and ran into Madja who was rushing in as I was speeding out. She gripped my arms, “Are you alright?” the healer’s brows knitted together in concern. Not trusting myself to speak I shook my head. “Her condition is worsening. There is nothing I can do. She’s fading fast I fear she may only have a few more weeks with us.”

I stepped out of her grip as the news sunk in. I dodged her attempt at an embrace and sprinted home. My legs wanted to give out, but I pushed forward and was trying to keep myself together. I ran through the door, and once I was in the confines of my home, I slid down the front door and fell apart. Tucking my legs to my chest I buried my face into my knees as sobs racked through me. Memories of my childhood, flooding to surface.

Laughter filled the room as Gram, and I were baking cookies and dancing in her kitchen. As she spun me around, we heard the door slam open. Male voices filled the room and Gram gave me a knowing smile, as excitement bubbled over as Cassian, Azriel and Rhysand barged through the kitchen. I had met Rhys in school, and he introduced me to his brothers when they would come to visit Velaris the four of us becoming fast friends and Gram had instantly welcomed them in her home and required them to visit before they went back to the Illyrian camps whether I was here or not.

The moment I saw Cassian’s shaggy hair I leapt into his arms. Quick to hold me, he gripped onto me in a bone crushing hug his wings tucked in, He turned to face Rhys and Azriel. “See, Princess, here knows how to say hello.” He kissed my check and gave me a full grin, “Hello, Princess.” I rolled my eyes as he put me down. He heard Gram call me that once and had not stopped calling me that. There was a point where it stopped bothering me and I began to enjoy it.

“Stop flirting with my grandchild and give your gram a hug,” Cassian put me down and gave her a hug, kissing the top of her head as I hugged Rhys and Az. Gram laughed, “I swear every time you three come home you get bigger.”

Rhys and Az both walked over and hugged her as one of Az’s shadows sneaked him some cookie dough. Gram playfully swats at him, “The fresh ones are on the cooling rack.”

The boys all lunged for the cookies. When I elbowed them for one of my own, I frowned as they cleared the way and found they took them all. I sighed crossing my arms as two muscular hands caged me close to his chest delicious cookies in my line of sight. “Help me out, Princess.”

I smiled and grabbed both treats from his hands. He casually snaked his arms around my waist pulling me closer, whispering in my ear, “One day, when we are exchanging Gram’s cookies to accept the mating bond.”

I leaned my head on his chest taking a bite of the baked good, “Bold of you to assume we will be mated one day.”

He kissed the pointed part of my ear, “I’m not assuming smart ass. I’m just hopeful.”

There was a lot of laughter that caused my gaze to drift to the table where Gram was smirking behind the cards she was holding in her hand as Azriel’s shadows passed out the cards. I placed my hand over his, “Me too.”

~Later that day~

The house was almost quiet, the not so soft sounds of the three Illyrian’s snoring. I walked into the dining room where Gram patted the seat next to her. Taking the open seat her hand found mind giving it a comfort squeeze. “Time for girl talk.” I perked up as this was My favorite time of the day where it was just the two of us talking about all topics. She leaned over and watched the three soon to be warriors snoozing in her living room. “They are good males, Y/N. Promise me that you four will take care of each other when the time comes for me to see your grandfather again.”

My brow furrowed, “Of course. Though that won’t be until centuries, right?” Gram patted my hand.

“Yes, Princess, though I do miss your grandfather very much. I long to be in his arms again. Hopefully one day the mating bond will snap between you and a certain Illyrian when you are old and gray you will understand where I’m coming from.

I took a glance over at the sleeping long haired mail. His face so peaceful in his sleep. The stress of the world is no longer at the forefront of his brain. “Gram, do you think we could be mates?”

Gram grinned, “I do, it will snap in the right time.”

“I hope you’re there for the mating ceremony if it does.” I say leaning my head on her shoulder.

She laid her head on top of mine, her curls grazing my forehead. “Me too, Princess. Me too.”

I had no memories of moving from leaning on the door to lying down on the floor. I felt like I was drowning in my tears and was swept in the undertow. I heard a soft-landing upstairs and the boom of a male voice, “Princess!” He ran down the stairs, “Princess, where are- “He abruptly stop and then his hazel eyes meet mine, “Baby. What’s wrong, are you hurt?” He scanned me for injuries, and he cupped my face wiping my tears.

“Cass.” I hiccupped and he picked me up off the floor and carried me to the couch in our living room. “Why are you here?”

He snorted, “Leave it to my mate to ask me why I am in my own home.” He sat down and held me on his lap, my head laid on his shoulder and I could feel concern down the bond. “You put your shield down on the bond and I felt your overwhelming sadness. Then Madja told Rhys you visited Gram.” A fresh wave of tears started, and Cassian ran his fingers through my hair. “She wouldn’t tell him details but I could put it together.

“She’s dying Madja, said she only has months. Today she didn’t recognize me, “I whispered as Cass pulled me closer to him and pressed his lips to my forehead. “She asked what I did with her granddaughter. I’ve never seen such anger in her eyes.” I began to sob again and buried my face in Cassian’s neck.

Cassian rubbed my back and made sure to cocoon me in his wings, whispering soothing words in my ear. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What can I do? Should I get Rhys and Az?” I shook my head.

“Just hold me. Please.” I clung closer to him gripping his leather tight and his free hand wrapped around mine.

“Of course, Princess.” Cassian kept rubbing against my skin and humming a little tune that lulled me to a dreamless slumber.

Cassian and I finally reached Gram’s table after the mating ceremony, she gave me a smile and kissed my cheek and Cassian kissed the top of her head. “You look lovely dear.” Gram patted my head confusion sparked in the elder fae female’s eyes. “What’s the occasion?”

I tilted my head, “Gram, we talked about this yesterday. My mating ceremony today.” I exchanged a worried glance to Cassian to find his face mirrored mine, his hand gripping mine a little more tight than normal.

Gram’s face lit up, “Oh how wonderful, I knew you would find your mate, who is the lucky fella.” She asked and her question was genuine and true.

Cassian bent down and gripped Gram’s hand, “It’s me Gram, Cassian. You’re favorite Illyrian.” He smiled.

She patted his cheek, “Well you’re so handsome, are you going to take care of my pretty princess,” clearly the memory of him asking for her blessing gone.

Cassian kissed her hand, “Yes and I will make sure she is well cared for ma’am.” It took everything in me not to burst into tears. I felt Az and Rhys behind me, and Cass must have too, “Rhys and Az will too. We made you promise to be there for each other. We’re going to keep it.”

Gram nodded her head in approval and saw the two handsome males behind me. “Oh hello, aren’t you two handsome fellas too.”

Rhys and Azriel gave a sad smile and instead of dancing the four of us sat around my favorite person and just talked about our lives and our adventures and she started talking about me but like she was a stranger. “My granddaughter, she’ll find a mate one day and I hope her mate loves her like you love yours, Sir.” She spoke to Cassian, and I could see his own heart breaking.

He squeezed my hand under the table, “I’m sure she will and the male or female that does will make her feel like the most important person in the world.” We spent the first night of our mating ceremony holding each other and crying over the interaction.

~A month Later~

We were having brunch with our friends, as I tried not to think of the looming cloud of losing my Gram. Rhys came into the dining room of the river house with a somber look on his face. His gaze met mine, and suddenly the food in my mouth turned to ash. “Madja just reached me. She says its urgent.” Dread pooled in my stomach. “It’s about Gram.”

Cassian’s wing curved around me, I swallowed my food and tried to level my breathing, I felt the cool kiss of Azriel’s shadow around my ankle. “It’s time, isn’t it?” Rhys’ eyes lined silver, and he nodded.

The four of us and Feyre were around her, her breathing was labored, but her eyes for the first time were cleared. Madja had informed me she is lucid and that she most likely had enough fight to say goodbye. She said it was a rare to see in memory loss severe as hers but it can happen. “My, you four have grown up.” Her eyes reach Feyre. “Rhys who is that lovely lady?”

Rhys let a tear fall down his cheek, and held out his hand for Feyre to take, “This is my mate, Gram. This is Feyre.”

Gram weakly raised her hand and Feyre took it. “You keep this boy in line okay, he always tries to get into trouble.”

She smiled and squeezed Rhys’ hand, “I will, Ma’am.”

She pointed to Rhys, “And you, take care of this beautiful female, don’t let her go.” He held her hand for his and he knelt to take it. “You have been an outstanding High Lord. Your momma, would be proud.” Cassian pulled me close as Rhys nodded and kissed her head, whispering in her ear.

Azriel stepped forward next and Gram’s smile brightened, “My shadowsinger.” He gripped his hands, “You are so strong and so brave, but it’s your kindness and your loyalty that sets you apart. And if a partner of yours can’t see that or appreciate you, they are not worth your time.” She cupped his face and he leaned into it kissing her palm, “Also tell those shadows of yours to stay away from my lil’ Princesses, cookie dough.” Azriel laughed through the tears and promised also kissing her forehead.”

Gram’s eyes met mine, then Cassian’s as if she could see the gold bond that tethers our hearts together, “I always knew you two would be together.” She smiled and opened her arms and Cassian released his grip and I ran into her arms. Sobbing into her night gown. “Oh lil’ princess, don’t cry over this old bag of bones. Your grandfather, came to me yesterday, and told me to come home soon.” I sobbed hard and she soothed my hair. “Shhh, Cassian come here.” My general steps forward and she grips his hand. “I am so proud of you. My sweet Cassian. You have grown into a fine male. Take care of her you hear me?”

“Don’t worry Gram, our Princess is well cared for. I’ll make sure it stays like that.”

“Good.” She pulls me away from her shoulder and walks her shoulder, “Remember what I said all those years ago. Take care of your boys. You’re all each other has now.” She coughs and I gripped her hand in mine. “If there is one thing, I’m most proud of in this life. It’s being your grandmother.”

I whimpered and sniffled, “Being your granddaughter is mine.”

“I love you more than the stars in the sky, my lil’ Princess.”

‘I love you too.” I whispered as I held her hand in my mind and watched as she leaned back her breathing labored, as if her conversation with us cost her so much. Cassian gripped my shoulder as we watched as her breathing slowed and it stopped all together. Her hand loosened in mine, and I couldn’t hear her heartbeat anymore, and the scream that erupted from my chest was broken.

Cassian grabbed me and pulled me to his chest, rocking me as his own tears soaked my hair. The room was filled with sniffles and hiccups for what felt like hours and Cassian had held me tightly.

It was Rhys’ voice soft and somber that pulled me away from Cassian’s chest to look at my High Lord, my brother, “Cauldron save you. Mother hold you.”

He walks toward the bed grabbing the blanket, and Az voice joins him, “Pass through the gates, and smell that immortal land of milk and honey.”

Cassian was the one who joined next as Rhys raised the blanket tenderly over her face, “Fear no evil. Feel no pain.”

I wiped my tears as there was a pause and the three of them looked at me and I felt a light hand intertwined with mine. Feyre looked at me eyes lined with silver understanding in her gaze as she led me to my grandmother and through my tears I finished the prayer, “Go and enter Eternity.”

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simphornies · 2 months

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Angst! I choose you! (That was cringe I'm sorry 😭)

Can I please request a Vox x Female Reader where Reader protected Vox from Valentino

(PS: Val killed Reader in the process)

And because of that Velvette has to take care of a Depressed Vox

A/N: My friend and I were going back and forth on ideas for this because we love angst. I hope you guys enjoy! A part 2 will be made for this because I love you guys

Word count: 1.6k (1,611) Warnings: ANGST, valentino being a FUCKER, descriptions of violence, death, there is no mention of y/n but it's f!reader

My Beloved [ Vox x F!Reader ]

Vox got into another argument with Valentino. Both overlords had anger issues so their arguments always end up becoming explosive with glassware being thrown around. You came in as soon as you got word of their fight. When you ran into his office, it was clear that it was about you again. Valentino shoved you out of his way, glaring at you, seething with anger. He slammed the door shut but you couldn’t care any less. You ran to your lover’s side and held his hand.

“Vox? What happened?” You frowned, seeing all the broken glass. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s…” He hesitated and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll always worry, my beloved.” You held his hand close, “Is it about the shoot again?” He sighed and nodded.

“He came in here demanding I convince you to be in one of his movies. I told him no and well,” He gestured to the shattered glass that littered his office, “You see how well that fucking turned out. Fucking moth just won’t stop. I told him that there’s nothing he could ever offer for your body! He ju-” You gently tighten your grip on his hand, cutting him off. He looked at you and the worry in your eyes melted his anger away. “I’m sorry, baby. It just makes me so angry when fuckers like him think they have any right to a sweetheart like you.”

“I’m sorry I’m causing this much stress.” You said softly, “I’ll talk to him if you need me to!”

“No!” He said as his screen got brighter with his increased panic, “No, babe. It’s fine. I got it handled. I promise, okay?”

You knelt next to him, your head on his lap, “Okay. But if anything happens, I’ll always be here for you, my beloved.”

He smiled, gently caressing your head, “Of all the souls in Hell, I know that the most, my dear.”

Your relationship with Vox seemed to come out of nowhere to those that didn’t know the past he shared with you. Velvette was the first to learn about his life with you before he died. He confided in her. At first she just wanted tea on his life before Hell but it ended up with her showing genuine interest. He had been pining for you even after his death. He wanted so desperately to confess how much he loved you. You never left his mind in his final hours and when he found himself in Hell, his heart broke. He feared that he would never meet you again. This fear pushed him into trying to get into relationships with people that had the smallest of reminders of you. You were an angel to him, the gentlest soul he’d ever met. He was sure that you would go to Heaven but when he saw you aimlessly roaming the streets of Hell, he rushed to meet you. You didn’t recognize him at first glance but the moment you heard his voice, everything fell into place. He, honestly, didn’t understand how you ended up in Hell. You had to remind him that you ran his “business” with him. His love for you blinded him from your heinous crimes, almost erasing it from his memory just out of adoration for you. He got such a massive ego boost when he learned you went on a bit of a rampage after his death that led to your execution.

It wasn’t long after your arrival that the two of you entered a honeymoon phase, constantly out on dates and always being at each other’s sides. After months of flirting, teasing and a multitude of dates, Vox finally asked you out. He was bad at romance more than he’d like to admit. Without Velvette’s help, he was definitely going to change his mind. The way he asked you out made you think he was going to propose. He had petals scattered on the floor and held the sweetest flowers he could buy in Hell. He was a nervous wreck waiting for you to arrive at the location he sent. The sight of him standing disheveled in front of a giant “Will you be mine?” neon sign made you burst out into laughter. But you said yes nonetheless.

Days passed after the argument. You were walking up to Vox’s office and as you got close you heard yelling. It was Valentino starting another fight. You started to run as soon as you heard glass breaking. When you reach the doorway you see Valentino aim a glass cup at Vox.

You grabbed his arm to stop him and raised your voice. “Stop! Valentino, that's enough!”

Valentino got angrier at your attempt to stop him and he pushed you off of him, knocking you down to the ground. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch. You’re lower than me, don’t forget that.” He hissed. Vox ran to your side and helped you up.

You scowled at him as you held your head high, “I don’t give a single shit who you are. You’re a little bitch baby that can’t take no for an answer.” You spat back.

“What the fuck did you call me?!” He yelled and began to step closer to you. Vox blocked him from getting any closer.

“Val. Fuck off. I said no and my decision isn’t going to change.”

You saw Valentino raise his hand to hit Vox. Without thinking, you pulled Vox out of the way. You barely dodged his swing, his claw scratching your cheek deep enough for it to draw blood. You growled at him and slapped him across the face. It shocked all three of you. Your confidence faded once Valentino opened his wings, his face shrouded in rage.

In the blink of an eye, he had you by the throat. You instinctively held onto his hands, trying to pry his tightening grip on your neck. His hold alone left bruises on your neck. Before Vox could reach him, Valentino flew through Vox’s balcony. He used your head to break through the glass door, making you scream from fear.

“Valentino! What are you doing?!” Vox yelled, running after him.

“Aw, what?” He teased, “You’re telling me you really give a fuck about this bitch?” He laughed, menacingly. You struggled against him and managed to get a glimpse of how high up you were. “You loved me too, remember? Before her.”

“Put her down, Valentino!” He screamed, glitching from both fear and anger. His pleas received laughter.

“You’re turning out so pathetic and soft, Vox.” He grins, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. “I’ll put her down, just for you~”

Your eyes widened at his tone and knew exactly what was coming. You looked at Vox with tears in your eyes. The fear in his eyes broke your heart. His hand reached out towards you as if he could reach you. THe only thing you could do was smile at him. He couldn’t get himself to smile back, he could only stare at you. This exchange only fueled Valentino’s rage.

“V-Vox.” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from Valentino’s grasp. “I love y-”

Before you could continue, you were suddenly pummeling towards the concrete below you.

“No!” Vox screamed at the top of his lungs.

You heard his cry for you. You heard Valentino’s cackle. As you got closer to the ground, you relaxed your body and shut your eyes, accepting what was about to happen. And then you no longer heard anything. You didn’t hear the way Vox screamed and cried. You didn’t hear the hums of electricity that came before his power outages. You died from Valentino’s rage.

All power was cut off in Pentagram City. He heard your last words. He knew what you wanted to say. After the time you shared together, you had never told him “I love you.” because of your personal past. He didn’t need to hear you say it, you both knew how much you love each other. He didn’t know that you were finally ready to tell him you love him. He didn’t know he helped you get over your past. And he’ll never get to hear you say you love him. He’ll never hear your sweet voice again. He’ll never get to make up the time he lost with you. The only time he’ll be able to hold you again was to collect you from the ground.

His heart was shattered. It was obvious to everyone around him. Vox never left his security room. He locked himself in there and drank his pain away. He played the videos he had of you, looked at your photos and longed for your smile. He’ll never hear your songs, your jokes, your laugh or see your smile. He was alone again.

The only person that managed to get into his security room was Velvette. She did her best to comfort him and get him to clean up. Everytime she went in there, the entire room would reek of alcohol and grief. As cold as her heart was, the sight of him crying at your photos and videos broke her. She grew close to you when you first came. Her first impression of you was from Vox’s lovestruck stories and meeting you was a different ride. She understood why Vox loved you the way he did. She never spoke of it but she cried with Vox when you died. She was enraged. The only thing that stopped her from killing Valentino herself was the grief.

None of the Vees spoke to Valentino for months and that pissed him off.

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Pacts - Mammon x MC

Part 3

Haven’t Read The Beginning? : Part One - Part Two

Tag list + Author’s Note at the end

Tags: Angst w/ eventual comfort, Mentions of Death/The Fall, Mentions of anxiety/anxiety attacks

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Okay… Deep breaths. Just like Lilith taught ya.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

IN!!!!

“Mammon, what’s wrong! Hey, Mammon, come on, come back to me.”

If only the simple snapping of your fingers in his face and the feeling of you grabbing his shoulders could bring him down from the panic he was now feeling.

This should be easy. He can remember another time, a simpler time, a time long gone by. One where his sister still lived and smiled and breathed. One where she taught him things like expressing your feelings and sharing your emotions with others. One where she showed just how important family and friends and lovers could be…

He was never good at it. Of course, that was his own personal opinion. But whenever he did Lilith would smile that blinding smile and glow and tell how much of a natural he was at it.

He’s flirted, sure, he’s put on the charm and picked up various angels and demons and humans and who even knows what to fulfill his more primal desires. He’s taken lovers and partners and been a part of a couple, or thruple…or even quadruple, some of which lasting for years or even decades.

But ever since the fall, ever since he lost his home, his friends, his sister, his life; and was left to pick up the pieces with the other six who swore themselves to damnation for the rest of existence? He can’t say that he’s been interested in another being. At least not like this.

You. You. The human. The stupid exchange student he was unceremoniously shackled to. The one he had no choice but to watch over. The one that seemingly didn’t care that they were thrust into hell. The one that defied his all powerful brothers, whether out of bravery or innocence or down right stupidity. The one that calls him silly for wearing sunglasses inside and hums to themselves when they’re really focused and explores the Devildom with curiosity rather than fear and is too friendly for their own good and looks at him with big, bright, beautiful eyes that nobody has ever looked at him with before and tells him they really like hanging out with him and and and…

Everything stops. Everything goes blank. The only thing Mammon can feel is a weight, one that’s made it’s way around his body. It’s comforting and warm and all consuming and it’s…

He opens his eyes he didn’t realize he had screwed shut, only to find you clinging onto his form, arms wrapped around him. Your face tilts upwards from where it was buried in his chest, your expression painted one of concern.

“Oh god- I mean, oh gosh? I think. Are you okay?”, you question, tone laced with worry. “I have anxiety attacks too sometimes, I know it sucks. Do you need space? Or maybe water? I don’t know how it works for demons but that usually helps me.”

Mammon feels the blush beginning to spread across his face, knowing the position you’re both in looks compromising. He can’t remember the last time he has someone make such a fuss over him, and of course it’d be you, while he’s trying to sort out his feelings no less! You make it extremely hard to think, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely enjoy every second you made contact with his skin.

“N-Nah, ‘m good. I guess it’s…just a lot to explain ‘n all,” he mutters, playing with a loose thread he found on your shirt collar.

“Well, then let’s start from the beginning. The pact, right? We formed it like normal, well… as normal as forming a pact with a demon can be, right?

“Right.”

“And the placement of ours… that doesn’t normally happen right- or at least, it hasn’t happened to you?”

“Right. Hasn’t happened to me before, or any of ‘m brothers. I dun’ even think Solomon’s got one there, and he’s covered in ‘em. It’s….rare.”

“Rare? How’s it rare?”

“Well…cause it means somethin’. Somethin’…. important.”

He continues pulling at the loose thread, looking anywhere but you, his face a brilliant shade of red.

“All pacts represent a bond right?”

“Yea.”

“A shared bond? Between the former and formee.”

“Yea.”

“And so a bond formed over my heart means something…else?”

“GAH! DO I HAV’TA SPELL IT OUT FOR YA DUMMY!”

Mammon jumps up from his seat and out of your arms before shoving his hands in his pockets, turning his back towards you. He brings a shaky hand up to wipe his face.

“Tch. Can’t believe ‘m sayin this out loud”, he mutters under his breath, before turning around.

“Human, I…I like ya! Okay! There, I said it, ya happy dammit?!”

It was now your turn to blush furiously, watching as he brings his shoulders up and winces, almost like he’s waiting for something bad to happen, almost like he’s bracing for the worst.

“You…like me?”, you ask, shocked at the bluntness of his confession.

“Don’t make me repeat myself!”

You sit dumbfounded, letting the feeling of his feelings wash over you. He watched the gears turn in your head and thinks that if you think any harder, your brain is going to explode. Ya know, fragile human stuff ‘n all.

“But…Mammon, you said you didn’t like me being around you. You said that it was an inconvenience to be near me. You even said the pact mark was a blemish.”

Mammon freezes. Fuck. For once, the outspoken second born doesn’t have a response. He stares at you, eyes wide and wild, a deer caught in the headlights.

“So, you throw insults at me, tell me to leave you alone, and now you tell me you like me?”

“I-”

“Mammon, what am I supposed to do with that? You constantly treat me like an annoyance, you threatened me my first week here, hell, you just decided it was fine if I was seen with you outside of R.A.D., and now all of a sudden you like me?”

“MC-”

“I…I don’t know what to say, Mammon. Honestly, I don’t know…what you want from me here.”

His fists ball in his pockets as he starts to tremble a little. He bites his lip and turn his head, not wanting to face you for this next part. Even if you denied it due to the hurt he caused, he knew the undeniable truth; It sat right across your chest.

“Ya don’t gotta say anythin’. I already know how ya feel about me.”

“Mammon-”

“No, I do. Ya don’t have to say it. An’ I’m sorry for bein’ a jerk, alright. I just…I can’t…I’ve been…I mean…It’s cuz’…tch!”

He turns again to compose himself. You almost expect him to leave, to run towards the door and walk out, sulking by himself. You can’t say you’d blame him, you’d probably find yourself doing the same if someone responded to you the way you had just to him. Sure, you liked the second born, but he made it so hard with the way he flip flopped his feelings towards you. You don’t have long to mourn the budding friendship you were having with the avatar of greed before he makes his next move.

He shakes his head and turns back to you, his trademark cocky smirk reappearing across his face. There’s an expression in his eyes you can’t quite place, and he steps forward, crouching down to your eye level. There’s a new determination to his swagger, one that makes your heart beat speed up and your body run hot.

“MC, I know how ya feel about me, ‘cuz pact marks only form there if ya both feel the same way.”

Before you could process the thought, his lips are on yours.

You don’t have time to react, he’s doing that for you. One hand comes up behind the back of your head to fist your hair as he brings you closer to him, deepening the kiss, though he still leaves space for you to push him away, enough where if you truly didn’t want this, you could escape his grasp.

It’s tender, you think, the way he holds you. The way his lips move across yours is a softness you’ve never felt before, and it takes your brain a second to catch up and begin kissing him back. As soon as you do, you feel his lips stretch into a smile. This, a stark contrast from the sides of himself he’s been showing you thus far.

After a minute or so, he pulls away from you. “Ya have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ to do that.”

“Based on what you’ve told me”, you muse with smile, “It looks like it’s been…hmm…I dunno…about as long as I’ve been here?”

“Shuddup.”

You can’t help but laugh at his childish reaction. No matter if he was insulting you like a kid on the playground or kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, he was still Mammon.

“So what does the pact mark on the heart mean in scientific terms?”

“Scien-what?”, He gawks, clearly stumped at your question. You stifle another giggle.

“I mean, if I asked what it meant to a teacher or, say, Solomon, what would he say it meant?”

Mammon sighs at the question. You really were gonna make him repeat himself, huh. “It means that I like ya and ya like me, okay?”

You seem kind of bummed at this answer. “Aww, is that it?”, you question.

“Whadda mean is that if? Whadda ya want, it to mean we’re soulmates or somethin’?”

“Does it?”

“…”

“Mammon?”

“…”

“WAIT! MAMMON! DOES IT?”, you wildly smile, eyes bright in shock.

“S-Some old folktales may say-”

“I’M ASKING SOLOMON!”, you declare, jumping out of his arms and speeding towards the door

“Oi! No ya don’t ya little nightmare!”, he screams running after you.

He’d let you win this race, of course he would. And the one after that. And the one after that.

Besides,

He had the rest of your life to catch ya whenever he wanted.

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Author’s Note: Holy shit. Guys. GUYS. LOOK AT THAT MF TAGLIST. IM SO HAPPY SO MANY OF YOU ENJOY MY WRITING THAT MUCH 😭😭😭.

Thank you all so much for your support on this series! I’d love to try to do all the brothers next, or keep expanding on this one via MC’s and Mammon’s relationship as MC continues making pacts with the others. Not sure which I’ll go with! Any suggestions? Would we rather it continue being MC x Mammom as MC bonds with the other brothers, or every brother having their own romance line? Anyway, let me know what you think. Love ya lovelies <3

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mswritingthings · 4 months

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Big Prompt List

Instead of randomly putting out a few little lists here and there, I'll try to do a big one every 6 months or so. Yes, I did reuse a lot of my older prompts on this one, but the next one will be newer ones.

"It's always nights like this that I feel the loneliest."

"I can't be 'just friends' anymore!"

"This sort of thing was never meant to happen."

"Why don't you love me?"

"I have tried so hard for so long, and I'm just exhausted."

"There has got to be more to marriage than what we have."

"Please, just come back to me. I miss you."

"Don't cry, I hate it when you cry."

"I can't believe you'd do this to me."

"You were supposed to love and cherish me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Just come back, we can fix this."

"I feel lost without you."

"This isn't about you anymore. It's my turn."

"What do you want from me?"

"There it is. There's that smile I love so much."

"I've never been happier with anybody else."

"You've shown me what it's like to be loved."

"Let's go do something, just the two of us."

"It's hard not to love you, I know that now."

"Love me or leave me here."

"If you call me baby, I'll always be yours."

"I want to taste her lips cause they taste like you."

"You looked at me like I was someone else."

"You're drunk, go home."

"I never thought I'd fall for you as hard as I did."

"I'll be anything you want. You love me more than you love yourself."

"Relax, there's no reason for you to be so wound up."

"I'd be willing to lose everything to make them happy."

"You're like an angel, my angel."

"We're in love, and I am actually happy for once."

"Please don't ruin this for us."

"We aren't together anymore, but that doesn't mean I stopped loving you."

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that you're loveable?"

"I like the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, it's cute."

"Everything always works out in the end because it's you."

"Wow, you look absolutely breathtaking."

"I don't have to keep changing because they love me for me."

"Come on now, let's have some fun."

"You're going to be the death of me."

"Talk dirty to me."

"You're ridiculous."

"Charming, you know just how to make a girl blush."

"What kind of trouble are you going to get me into?"

"If you're gonna cuff me, you might as well throw the gag in too."

"Oh my god, what is wrong with you?"

"A little flirting never hurt anybody."

"Just get over here and kiss me."

"God, you are so fucking hot sometimes."

"Do you believe in love?"

"I'm going to fight for what I want to be."

"Do you really love me underneath it all?"

"There's not much left of me."

"I want to drag you down with me."

"I love myself, I want you to love me."

"Do you think of me when you're with her?"

"You are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down."

"Don't you remember how you told me you loved me baby?"

"I was supposed to be a doctor before all this started."

"Death wasn't supposed to feel like a mercy."

"The stars look different down here."

"Believe me, I didn't want it to come to this."

"Don't go, it's not safe out there for you."

"Your job isn't to make sure I make it out alive, not anymore."

"I don't want to live forever."

"Where do you go when you feel like there's nowhere to run?"

"And everything you ever said now tears me all apart."

"I've seen the things you put me through and I wish I could die."

"I love it so much it just turns to hate."

"When they get what they want, they never want it again."

"You want it all, but you can't have it."

"After all the lies you told, who will save your soul?"

"Life is perfect, never better."

"Fuck you."

"Isn't it much more fun fucking than fighting?"

I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them."

"I hope this lasts forever."

"Don't go, I need you."

"It's ben a long time."

"Sit and drink with me."

"The pain always subsides eventually."

"I got used to this."

"Tell me it'll be okay."

"I can't say sorry anymore."

"Please come back to bed."

"It wasn't worth losing you."

"There's too much at stake for me to let you be so selfish."

"Sometimes I wish that I never met you."

"You're insufferable, but I love you."

"It's a nasty business, that's what they don't tell you about loving someone."

"I have lost everything, but I keep going because I have to."

"There's a whole world of poeple out there who will love you."

"I know I'm now who you wanted to spend the night with, but I am here."

"I give up, being loved isn't worth all this humiliation."

"If you look away from me again, I swear I'll stop."

"You can have me any way you want, just ask nicely."

"You've taken good care of me, now let me take care of you."

"You have got to stop distracting me so much while I'm trying to work."

"Hey, all I'm looking for tonight is a good time."

"There's not a lot a good kiss can't solve."

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mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year

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Rest

masterlist

pairing: james potter x any gender reader

warning: just fluff and some suggestive comments

summary: james got sick from practicing quidditch in cold weather for too long, so you being your loving self, take care of him

a/n: james i love you so much

song: honey, honey - abba

"James! Stop trying to get up!"

"But-"

"No buts"

"-Love! There-"

"No"

"-Are pranks-"

"No pranks!"

"-Calling my name!"

"Oh James, don't be ridiculous. You can last one day without pranking somebody"

"That's not true and you know it"

You cross your arms and give him a look that gets him to be quiet.

"I'm only stopping you so that you get better faster," you sigh.

"I know, but I can heal on my own," James pouts.

"Oh really?"

"Yes!"

"Hm, such a shame we won't be finding out," you fake a sad face.

"I do not need to be coddled," he drops his head back onto the pillow.

"Well, I want to help you"

Don't get James wrong, he loves you to death and enjoys you caring about his health, he just doesn't want to sit around for a day while he could be pulling tricks on people with his other best friends.

"You know, I told you to wear a jacket and to not be outside for long"

"But quidditch is to important to cancel over some bad weather"

"You not being sick is more important"

"I really do appreciate you worrying, but can't I just go for five minutes," he gives you puppy dog eyes.

"Nice try, but nope. The only puppy dog eyes that work on me, are Sirius' for obvious reasons," you grin.

"Fine, I give up," he huffs.

"Thank you! Now what type of soup do you want?"

"Whatever you're willing to give me," he winks and you roll your eyes.

"Chicken soup it is. Now lay back and relax so I can do some healing spells on you"

Thankfully, he listens and closes his eyes. You first cast a heating spell since his hands were freezing. You than cast a spell to get rid of any congestion he might have. Lastly, you do a spell for most other symptoms that the illnness caused.

He lets out a relieved sigh when you finish and pull his blanket back over him.

"Isn't that much better, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," he grumbles.

"Now drink your soup and rest up"

"What do I get out of this?" James raises and eyebrow.

"Hm, well for starters you will feel better. I will also get Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot," you tell him.

"Deal!"

"You sound so enthusiastic about that, am I not enough company for you," you playfully ask.

"Trust me, love, you are more than enough... especially in private," he winks.

"James!"

"Just stating the facts, angel," he smirks.

You shake your head as he takes a sip of his soup.

"Mm, this is good"

"Why thank you, Mr. Potter"

"Why you're welcome, future Potter," he winks again.

"Oh my gosh! James," you turn you head trying to hide your blush.

"You love my flirting"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," you shrug.

"Sure, sure. Now come lay with me"

You smile and get up to lay in the bed with him.

"I love you"

"I love you too, James. Now finish your soup so you and our friends could plan your pranks for tomorrow," you poke his side.

"You got it!"

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Full Circle - Won't You Come Out to Play?

Part 2

Larissa Weems x fReaderOC

Hello all, so I got a few requests for part 2 of Full Circle! I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm so glad that you liked the first part! There will be a part 3 (smut) but i'm going to tie it in with golf.

~6.8k words.

✂ Song: Dear Prudence by Siouxsie & The Banshees (linked at bottom)

If you need a refresh, pt 1 is here.

Warnings: A bit of misogyny, harassment, alcohol

Tags: @dopenightmaretyphoon @danverssawyer @dingdongthetail @notmeellaannyy @lvinhs @kimiinou @im-a-carnivorous-plant @barbarasstar @lostmyotheraccount @readingtheentrails

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The next couple weeks were far too busy for your liking. Your boss was calm and kind, but lately she had been busy and stressed, which meant that you were as well. You hadn't had time to venture to the golf course, even though you were missing it dearly.

Something else you were missing dearly, was your father. The anniversary of his death was coming up next week, and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't in a rut.

Sunday, you sat on your couch, soothing your pains with a tub of chocolate ice cream. It was a gorgeous day outside, but nothing you could dream of had the ability to your ass up and moving.

As you sat and wallowed in your self pity, a text lit up your phone. You ignored it at first, until you glanced down and saw who it was from.

Larissa (from golf)

How are you, darling? I haven't seen you in awhile :(

You opened your phone and smiled down at the text. Someone else that you were missing dearly, was Larissa. Since you last golfed with her, you have been slowly coming to the realization that you adored the tall woman. The parts of her that she showed you, and the little that you did know about her, had you thinking about her often, and becoming increasingly enamoured with her.

She was truly gorgeous, inside and out. She was smart, funny, caring, soft, selfless, and just absolutely ravishing. The thought of her had you kicking your feet and blushing. You felt so safe and calm in her presence, she brightened your day whenever you saw her. She was one of a kind, truly.

You have been thinking about what Glen and Tom said, 'She likes women, and she's single.' As giddy as that made you, for some reason, you couldn’t help but question why she was single. Why was a woman, a woman like her, single? Had the gods put this glorious woman loving woman in front of you just to spite you? Just to make you crazy? Perhaps she was crazy? Unattainable? Well, she had twenty years on you, which didn't bother you, but maybe it would bother her.

Yes, that's what she was, unattainable. She was lovely, and as you said, one of a kind. There was nobody else like her, nobody else in her damn league.

You

Hi Larissa! I'm fine, how are you? I've been busy with work, but I hope that you've been at the course enjoying yourself :)

Larissa (from golf)

I've been out with Tom and Glen a few times, it has been fun. It's not as enjoyable without you there, though ;)

You held back a giddy laugh, what a flirt.

You

I miss it :(

Larissa (from golf)

Won't you come out to play next week, Prudence? :)

You

Of course! What day are you free?

Larissa (from golf) <3

Saturday at 5?

You sighed, Saturday was the anniversary of your fathers death.

Alas, what better thing to do on that day besides golf?

You

I can't wait! See you then :)

Larissa (from golf) <3

Take care, darling!

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Saturday had been harder for you than you had anticipated, which was why you found yourself late for golf. You pulled up to the golf course, basically running to the first hole, and found Larissa waiting patiently, wiping down her clubs as she basked in the sun. You trained your eyes on her as you slowed your pace and walked up behind her.

She truly looked angelic, her light blonde hair becoming gold in the sun, and her figure outlined in a soft glow. You stopped and let yourself breathe for a moment, taking in the sight before you and committing it to memory.

Damn, Glen was right, you did have a crush. The more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were downplaying it.

"There you are, love" Larissa smiled, turning around when she felt a presence behind her. She was wearing a light yellow striped polo and a white golf skirt. You had to stop yourself from gasping when your brain registered the image before you.

"Sorry I'm late Larissa. I really have no excuse" you chuckled.

Larissa shook her head and batted her lashes at you, "No worries Prudence, I was just enjoying the sun."

When you got to hole 5, you were setting up to drive, gauging your swing. It had been a peaceful day so far, you and Larissa had been chatting and taking your time.

You heard a golf cart pull up on the path next to you, and you stopped what you were doing. To your total annoyance, the younger man who had served you the other day, and also made rude comments about Larissa, got out of his cart and walked your way. You heard Larissa mutter 'fuck' under her breath.

"Larissa, you're looking fine, as always" he said with a cocky smile.

"Jake, why are you here?" Larissa's eyebrows quirked up in question, an unamused frown on her face.

Jake gestured to another young man behind him, "Why, Brad and I just wanted some playing time with you ladies." He then gazed past Larissa, and set his eyes on you, looking you up and down.

"I haven't seen this one around before, she any good?" he asked Larissa.

"She is, very good. But I would appreciate it if you would leave us to play by ourselves" Larissa basically spat.

"You want her all to yourself huh?" Brad chimed in.

"I can see why, she's hot" Jake said, chucking and nodding to Brad.

You took a deep breath as you looked to the grass. You didn’t want to do this, ever, but definitely not today.

"I'll make you a deal woman" Jake said, gesturing to you. "Let’s play together. If you beat me on this hole, I'll leave you both alone today; but if I beat you, you have to go on a date with Brad."

Your face fell to one of disgust at his words. And why would you want to go on a date with this pretentious, ugly, lowlife man? Was there a reason anyone would want that?

Larissa was shocked at his bet, and she turned your way to gauge your vibe. You were standing there, leaning against your driver, face scrunched up, repulsed. It brought a little relief to Larissa, knowing that you were in fact, not interested in this cocky man, and that you'd rather stay with her.

She turned back to the boys, her fists tightened beside her body in anger.

"She will be doing no such thing." You let a small smile form on your lips.

"Fine, then I bet you, Larissa. And when I win, you have to go on a date with me."

You let out a loud scoff as Jake's lips curled up into a smirk. You then stepped away from the tee and stood closer to Larissa. You watched as her eyes widened, she would be doing no such thing, no such childish thing.

"I will not be-" "I accept your bet, Jake" you said, interrupting Larissa. Larissa looked down at you, eyebrows set in confusion as she took you in.

"Except when I win, you leave Larissa alone, for good" you stated, indefinitely. Jake chuckled and shook his head, "Fine, deal."

"Ladies before gentlemen" you said, gesturing for him to step up to the tee first. He frowned at you, but pulled his driver and made his way up. You heard Larissa giggle behind you, then you felt butterflies in your stomach over the sound. You didn't want to do this, but if you were going to, you were going to do it right.

As Jake set his tee in the ground as you took the time to plan your hits. It just so happened that you were exceptionally good at this hole. You paid no mind when Jake drove the ball, as it didn't matter anyway. You then set up and drove your pro v1, sending it the same place that Jake's ball had landed.

"Well, let's go" Jake said, hurrying Brad into the cart. You looked up at Larissa and ushered her into the cart, following close behind them. It wouldn't be easy to cheat at golf, but you didn't trust these boys, not for a second.

As you drove down the fairway, Jake stopped at his ball. You didn't know exactly where yours had gone, but it was around this area.

"Here!" Larissa said, pointing to the pro v1 in the grass. You let out a menacing laugh, it had traveled further than Jake's.

You watched as Jake pulled a wedge, and shot his ball to the green. You did the same, sending your pro v1 to the green, and hiding your smirk as you did. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves, you really wanted to impress the older woman. But you were lucky, this was going surprisingly well.

As you played, Jake and Brad murmured comments to each other, some of which you caught. Sometimes Jake would say sexist things to your face, and every time you would tell him to shut up, or Larissa would spit back at him, but it honestly fueled you to do better.

As you ventured back to the cart to grab your putter, you felt Larissa's hands at your shoulders. She leaned down to your ear from behind, whispering in a way that made you hold back a shiver. "You're doing exceptional darling, show them who's boss."

Her praise was enough for you to end up with a birdie and amusedly watch Jake struggle to sink his ball on par. You watched as Jake threw his club to the ground and cursed, to which you threw your hands in the air and ran over to Larissa.

"Hell yea!" you hollered, jumping up and high fiving her with both hands.

"Great job darling! I knew you could do it, I'm so proud" Larissa said, wrapping her fingers around yours. You blushed as you held her hands, "Well, at least he'll leave you alone now."

You heard Jake and Brad talking loudly behind you, and didn't hesitate to turn and walk up to them. Larissa couldn't hear your conversation from where she was, but she watched as you pressed a finger to Jakes chest, your jaw clenched in anger. Your gaze bore into Jake's eyes, relentlessly speaking.

"If I ever see you talk to Larissa or glance at her inappropriately again, I swear to god I will haunt you forever." And that was that.

You sighed as you finished the last hole on the course and sat in the golf cart. Larissa could see plain as day that you were tired, worn out perhaps, and she placed a hand on the small of your back.

"What's got you down, darling? Tired?" she asked sincerely. You nodded your head, averting her gaze, until you felt a tear trickle down your cheek. Larissa leaned over and wiped it away gently, you turned as your gaze met hers. She looked down at you with worry, her blues silently asking if you were okay.

"It's the anniversary of my fathers death" you murmured.

Her shoulders dropped, "Oh Prudence I'm sorry darling, I didn't know."

You shook your head and looked down at your hands, "No it's okay. I figured there was nothing better for me to do today than golf."

You took a deep breath and looked back up at her, your lower lip wobbling.

"Being with you makes me feel better" you whispered.

Larissa pouted, her arms wrapping around you and pulling you close. You laid your head on her shoulder, the warmth of her body bringing you a sense of peace.

"You did so well today, showing up those immature boys. I know what we should do" Larissa whispered.

You pulled back and tilted your head in question, "What?"

The woman smiled as she stepped on the gas, "We should buy you a new driver!"

Larissa took you to the shop, and you slowly made your way around. There were a few drivers that caught your eye, but there was one in particular that would match your set perfectly. You walked up and checked the price, letting out a hum in thought.

Well, that was an issue. It was very pricey, even though it was on sale.

Larissa watched you ponder over it, then walked to you with a toothy smile.

"This one is nice Prudence, it matches your set perfectly."

You nodded, setting it back on the rack. "It is, it's just a bit pricey."

You walked around some more, pondering the other drivers before settling against the wall and checking your phone. You watched Larissa as she looked through the irons, and you took the time to stealthily check your bank account.

After a couple minutes, you decided that you could afford it, barely. You sighed, walking over to the driver and picking it up.

Larissa had watched you check your phone out of the corner of her eye, she knew what you were doing. She decided in that moment that she wanted to make you feel better, to give you a little joy on this rather depressing day.

"Are you happy with this one?" she asked, taking it from you to look it over.

"Yeah, I guess I'll get it. I really need a new one."

Larissa nodded, handing it back to you. You took it to the counter and gave it to the man, digging for your card.

"$600" the man said, and you almost threw up.

"One sec, I'm just looking for my card" you replied, digging through your bag in a rush.

Larissa took this opportunity and walked up to the counter, then you heard a beep. You stopped your rummaging and turned to her, wide eyed.

"Do you want your receipt?" the man asked. "Yes, please" Larissa replied.

She then took your driver from the man and held it out to you.

"L-Larissa?" you stuttered, not believing for a second what you had just witnessed. Larissa smiled and grabbed your hand as she drug you outside, basically shoving the driver into your hands so that you would take it.

"Why, what, why did you pay for this? I-I can't take this!" you said loudly, beginning to panic. Larissa placed her hands on your shoulders and bent down to your level.

"Shh darling, it's alright. I wanted to do something for you. I want you to know that you deserve to be treated well Prudence, and I want to see you happy."

You took deep breaths, getting lost in her deep blues as you listened to her soft gentle voice. "That's-it's so much money though. I don't want you to spend that on me" you whispered, lip quivering. Larissa smiled and pulled you to her.

She mumbled into your hair, "You're worth it darling. Don't worry about the money, because I'm not worried about it."

You almost laughed, you couldn't help but think that only a rich person would say something like that. Your breathing settled as you focused on her heartbeat against yours. Tears gathered in your eyes over this rather emotional day, and you buried your head into her chest and held her tighter. "Thank you, Larissa."

☾☾☾

You were practicing your putting skills with a friend after work. Mark was very good at his job, and he had helped you out with many things since you started. He had just gotten into golf, so in turn you offered to teach him a few things.

Larissa made her way to the entrance of the clubhouse, doing a double take when she spotted you. Her heartbeat picked up, you weren't hard to notice, your distinct look and beauty made you easy for her to spot. She tilted her head in question as she watched you converse with a man, helping him out by adjusting his arms and putter.

Larissa obviously knew how to putt, but in that moment she wished that she didn't. She wished that she needed help with something just like that.

She watched as the man took his try at putting, then he leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear. Larissa's eyebrows furrowed as she took in the scene before her, and she felt herself become a bit defensive. She didn't really know why, but she felt a little, bothered? She wanted to march over to you and interrupt, push herself in between the two of you.

Perhaps she was jealous?

"Do you have the things?" Mark whispered to you, hoping nobody would hear. You tried your best not to let out a laugh, he was being so secretive about something so normal. You reached into your jacket pocket and handed him a brown paper bag that contained condoms. Mark was a sweet and quiet man, and he and his girlfriend were not very outgoing souls. He asked you recently if you'd get him some condoms, as he was too nervous to buy them in public. You were glad that he felt comfortable with you, and you understood where he was coming from, you didn't mind helping a friend out.

Larissa headed towards the washroom, her legs taking her there without question. That man didn't seem like a threat, well, why would he be anyway? It was alright if you liked men, it was alright if you were with someone. She wasn't with you, she really didn't even know you that well. Yet, she couldn't help but be bothered by it.

She quickly shifted into the form of a middle aged man in light golf attire and exited the washroom, making her way to the putting green. When she got to the green she pulled out her putter and eyed you as you were practicing your technique.

The man was gone, hopefully, and you were rather focused on your ball. Larissa's eyes raked over your form, from your determined expression, to your outfit, to your shoes, to your club, to... she looked down at the green and caught something gold on the ground. Was that…a condom?

'Alright, a little more to the left, don’t hit it so hard' you thought to yourself.

"Hi there" a tall man greeted, smiling down at you. You tilted your head in surprise as you looked up at him. He spoke with a British accent, had very light hair, wore pristine attire, and looked rather...well you'd say it, prude.

"Hi" you replied, offering a light smile. As you took him in, you noticed his blue eyes and pale skin, and you couldn't help but think that he'd be perfect for Larissa, if she were into men. You quickly clenched your fist at the thought. Thinking of Larissa with someone else, a man especially, made you bothered, outraged.

Perhaps you were jealous?

"Drop something there, darling?" the man asked, gesturing to the ground. You gazed down as you followed his line of sight, and your eyes landed on a gold wrapper. You pursed your lips in embarrassment as you realized that you had dropped a condom.

"Oh, uh, that's not mine" you lied. The man walked closer to you, bending down and picking it up almost right under your feet.

"Not yours?" he asked, holding it in his hand. You stared at it for a second, feeling embarrassed by the situation. It just felt weird, dropping this, of all things, at a golf course and a man, of all people, finding it.

You shook your head, "Nope" you said, popping the p when you did. The man shrugged and shoved it into his pocket, nodding and bidding you a good day.

Larissa knew that was a weird encounter, and that it would leave you confused. She couldn't help it, though, why did you have a condom? It had to be yours, it was under your feet, and you were the only one on the putting green. You looked really, really embarrassed, even guilty when she had asked about it. There was nothing wrong with having condoms, obviously, but she couldn't help but wonder why you had them. You were far too sweet, to pure to be in the hands of a man. She could take care of you better than any man could, in many ways.

There were hints that she had gotten from you that made her think you may fancy her, but she has been fooled before. She hoped that you were not messing around with men, and she really hoped that you were into women, into her.

☾☾☾

Today you were out with Tom, Glen, and Larissa, and you had no bad feelings about a certain slimy dude slithering around. On top of that, you were really excited to use your new driver. Larissa warned the elder men that she may be late, so Tom and Glen decided to start without her.

"Nice driver you got there" Tom said, admiring the driver in your hands.

"You save up fast, huh?" he added with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him, you knew by the look on his face that he was messing with you, these old men seemed to know everything.

At the second hole, you watched Glen tee off. You always took note of his technique, as his drives were the best you've seen. Well, besides Larissa's, of course. You suddenly felt long fingers lay themselves gently over your eyes from behind, and you let out a yelp in surprise. You got a whiff of rose and frankincense as a smooth accent filled your ears. "Who is it?" Larissa asked, murmuring against your hair.

You couldn't help but smile wide as instant happiness flowed through you.

"Larissa!" you beamed, turning around and gazing lovingly at the tall woman. Your smile got bigger, if that was even possible, when you saw her toothy grin looking down at you with joy.

She adorned a white sleeveless dress, and her light aesthetic, including her creamy skin, made you feel a bit insignificant, insecure. She was the sun, her smile and warm personality lighting up your day with ease. She was the embodiment of life, she was vital to get you through the day, everyday.

And you were, well, perhaps the darkness, perhaps death. Your aesthetic was dark, your thoughts were even darker, and you did not shine in the way that she did.

You thought for a moment that maybe you two needed each other, like the sun and the moon, to balance out. That thought quickly faded though, as you were not the moon. The moon was far too bright, far too intelligent, and absolutely nothing would, or should, change her in anyway, dull her light in the slightest.

Tom chuckled, "Oh, so now Rudy smiles." Larissa's brows furrowed as she turned her attention to Tom, "What? Who?" she asked confused.

"You wouldn't have anything to do with Rudy's new driver there, would you Riss?" Glen asked, changing the topic.

"I don't know what you're talking about" Larissa replied, pulling out her 3 wood. Glen looked to Tom and laughed amusedly, making his way over to you. He leaned in and winked, "Good going girl, got her spending money on ya already."

As the day progressed, you came to realize that your old driver was in fact, holding you back. You were an excellent player, and you knew that, but this driver gave you that extra push you needed to travel yards further.

"I'm surprised Jake isn't up Rissa's ass. I haven't seen him around lately, have you?" Tom asked Glen. "No, I haven't seen him" Glen answered, a smile pulling at his lips. Larissa chuckled and looked at the old men in wonder, "What are you two up to?"

Tom raised a brow, "I was just wondering what happened to him, he seemed to be all over you." You furrowed your brows at the men, the way they were talking was obviously sarcastic, and you couldn't help but think that they were hiding something.

"Last I heard little miss here challenged him for Larissa" Glen said, smirking your way. You blushed. "Last I heard he got fired" Tom added. Your eyes went wide, fired? Had you gotten him fired? No, no, he had've gotten himself fired.

"What?" Larissa asked, her mouth opening in surprise. The old men laughed. She narrowed her eyes at them, "Did you two have anything to do with it?!"

The old men looked at each other, "No, no. Wasn't us" Tom said, putting his hands up in surrender. "We would never" Glen added, winking at the woman.

You stepped on the gas of the golf cart, driving Larissa to her car after 14 holes. She had meetings with the board today, which was her reason for being late, and why she had to leave early. You were thankful that she came out today at all, considering how busy her day seemed to be. Yet, you couldn't help but be disappointed at her leaving.

You drove down the path to the parking lot, going full speed. You didn't speak, as your dark thoughts were, for some reason, taking over. You felt suddenly tired and frustrated, like you didn't have the energy to finish the game, not without her.

A rabbit caught you off guard as it fled the line of trees on the right side of the road and ran in front of your cart. You swerved in an attempt to not hurt the animal, almost falling off of the path as you did. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Larissa squealed and gripped the handle of the cart, as your quick turn almost sent her flying out.

"Shit Riss!" you screamed, reaching out and grabbing her by the arm to pull her back in. You set the cart straight once more, and finally reached the parking lot. When you stopped, your heart beat fast, you realized that you were holding onto Larissa like she was your lifeline.

Larissa looked at you with a shocked expression before she burst into laughter. You watched as she threw her head back as a loud laugh racked through her body, her hand coming to squeeze yours.

Her laughter was contagious, despite your depressing and frightened mood, you laughed with her. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you were feeling a myriad of emotions. You could never live with yourself if you had hurt this gift of a woman.

"Darling, that was almost the end of me" she giggled, eyes closed as she tried to compose herself. Tears fell slowly from your eyes as you thought about it. You knew that she was joking, but the possibility of hurting this precious woman wrapped your insides in thick rope and forced them out of your throat. You felt like you may throw up.

"Prudence, what's wrong?" she asked, leaning closer to you with a new found serious expression. You wiped at your eyes and chuckled, "Nothing Riss, I'm really sorry" you murmured. Larissa caught your lousy attempt to hide your tears, and she pulled you tight against her.

"That was fun darling, let’s do it again."

You looked up at her, your eyes glimmering with tears and apologies. "Really?" you whispered.

"Of course, love. Would you be up for night golf? On Friday?"

You smiled, night golf sounded fun, you haven't done that in a long while. "Yes, please."

You drove back to meet Tom and Glen at hole 15, digging out your hybrid. You were quiet for awhile, and Glen and Tom took note of that.

"She likes you, you know" Glen said, walking your way with Tom following behind. You shook your head in disbelief. "No, she doesn't" you chuckled sadly.

"She does Rudy, she told us" Tom admitted. You gazed up at the older men in surprise, but said nothing.

"Did she invite you to night golf?" Glen asked.

"Yeah, she did" you nodded.

Tom smiled, "She wants to get to know you better. She said something about you making her feel younger, making her feel special. I suppose she likes playing with you for the same reason that we like playing with her, but different."

You sniffled as you thought about it, maybe they were right, maybe they weren't always pests.

"I like her, a lot" you mumbled. The older men smiled at each other before Glen placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Okay, here's what you're going to do."

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On Thursday, you found yourself at the mall. You wanted, no needed, a wardrobe update. You often wore pants to golf, but Larissa had inspired you to branch out. You tried on a few golf dresses and skirts, finding enough confidence to buy a black sleeveless dress and a red skirt. You always thought that Larissa looked delectable in her outfits, and you wanted to keep up with her.

Glen and Tom actually gave you some good advice, planning something that you thought would be rather successful, if you could stick to it.

Some days, you were not confident in yourself. You have always been this way, but you worked through it.

Larissa however, was always perfect. Her non judgemental and caring personality made you feel safe under her gaze, but you couldn't help but think that she was too beautiful for someone such as yourself.

When you got home, you couldn't help but feel giddy as you downed some red wine, excited to see Larissa tomorrow night. You tried on your white polo with your red skirt, and decided that it was as close as you'd get to Larissa.

As close as you'd get to being the light, the goddess, the life that she embodied.

For she was the sun, and you revolved around her.

☾☾☾

As the night began to fall dark, you scanned the outside of the clubhouse. You needed a drink (or two) for courage, as you went over Glen and Tom's plan in your head.

It was simple, make a bet with Larissa, win. Make a bet with Larissa, win. Make a bet with Larissa, wi- "Good evening, love."

You whipped your head around to find Larissa marvelling down at you. She was wearing a sage green golf dress, and she looked absolutely exquisite.

"Hi Riss!" you beamed, your heart beat picking up rapidly.

"Are you ready to play, Pru?" She looked down at your drink and side smirked, "Or do you want to have a drink first?"

You nodded as you scootched over a seat and gestured for her to sit. The waiter brought her a glass of red and she held it out to you as her other hand landed softly on your thigh.

"To the end of the summer" Larissa smiled.

You clicked your glass to hers, "To the end of the summer."

The night was beautiful. Many stars were out, shining in the vastness of space and displaying their infinite beauty. The course felt different in the dark, but you liked different. The artificial lights lit up the night peacefully, and you were excited. Nervous, giddy, scared, and excited. There weren't a lot of people playing tonight, and for that you were grateful.

As you and Larissa started hole three, you put the plan into action. You knew that if you waited any longer, you would wait until the game was over. Yes, you were a master of procrastination.

"Hey Riss?" you asked, fidgeting with your hands as you stared from behind. She was setting up to tee off, but the timidness in your voice made her turn around. She walked closer, not stopping until she was directly in front of you.

"Yes, darling?" You tried so hard to hide your smile, your enamour, your nervousness, your feelings, but as you looked up at her, you were almost positive that the truth was written in your eyes.

"Do you want to make a bet?"

You watched as Larissa's eyebrows raised, but her smile never faltered.

"What kind of bet?"

You instantly blushed, looking down at the grass and composing yourself. You looked back up at her, some confidence finding you as you replayed Glen and Tom's words in your head. 'She likes you, you know.' 'She does Rudy, she told us.'

"We will keep score from now until the last hole. If you beat me, well, you can choose whatever you want, but if I beat you.." You took a breath, "If I beat you, I get to kiss you."

Larissa's eyes widened, as did her smile, before she put on a façade, tilting her head to show that she was pondering accepting or denying.

"I suppose I'm down with that, but I'm not telling you what I want until I win" she winked.

You smirked and nodded as relief washed over you, "Fair."

You put your everything into the game. You truly did your best, praying and even manifesting, which you had never tried before, that you'd get to kiss this absolute goddess.

Larissa however, also played her best, which was slightly better than yours. She found it adorable that you had thought of this bet and had the confidence to carry it out, all because you wanted to kiss her. She was proud of you, she was happy, actually she wanted to scream with joy.

You, a beautiful and kind young woman that she admired, that she adored, that she was infatuated with, wanted to kiss her, an old and fragile woman.

Yet, she had a plan of her own, and it didn't involve you winning.

As the game went on, your instincts told you every now and then that someone was watching you. Larissa felt the same, she knew that you were staring her down as well. She blushed and shook her head discreetly, hoping you wouldn't catch her infatuation. She knew that you couldn't take your eyes off of her, just as she couldn't take hers off of you.

When you got to hole 6, you took a washroom break. Larissa was nowhere to be seen when you returned. You looked around as you pulled your driver, and found that you were all alone.

"Riss?" The dark frightened you. You always felt like something, or someone, was going to come out of the woods for you. You placed your tee in the ground while searching nervously for Larissa, perhaps she also went to the washroom. You realized that her clubs were set close to yours, so she couldn't be far.

You shrugged as you lined up your driver, ready to send this bad boy flying and win the bet. Just as you took a practice swing, you heard rustling in the woods. You froze, staring wide eyed into the darkness. Where was this woman? Being alone was starting to creep you out. You shook away your freight, and slowly walked closer to the line of trees.

You stared into nothingness for a moment, finding nothing and hearing the same. You hummed questioningly and turned away, planning on ignoring whatever you had heard, but as you turned and took a step, you felt arms wrap around you and pull you into the bushes.

You screamed as you fell onto your ass, grunting when you landed. You then heard laughter, menacing laughter. No, it wasn't menacing, it was charming.

"Darling, are you quite alright?" she asked through giggles. You turned quickly, meeting Larissa's entertained gaze. "Larissa!" you squealed, swatting at her as you threw yourself into the woman. You pushed her playfully onto her back, hovering over her as she chuckled.

You giggled at her antics, "What the fuck!"

Larissa cupped your face in her hands as she looked up at you. She winked, "I got you."

You were pulled away from your putting when Larissa cooed "You look absolutely ravishing in that outfit, darling." Your jaw dropped as you stared down at the green, a harsh blush appearing on your face. You chuckled nervously, "Uh, thank you Riss. I thought I would expand my wardrobe."

Larissa crept closer to you, close enough to brush her fingers across your waist.

"Very good choice" she whispered. You quickly turned around to face the tall woman, she was closer than you had expected.

You narrowed your eyes at her, "Are you trying to throw me off?"

Larissa smirked and leaned in closer, "I don't have to throw you off in order to win, love."

You swallowed hard, your breathing becoming ragged. This woman knew how to flirt, and damn did she get you going.

At hole 9, you were almost shaking with anticipation. Oh god, why did you think this was a good idea?! You wanted to win, but you also didn't. Alas, you had no choice in the matter as Larissa was a few strokes ahead of you, and you knew that there was slim chance you could win now.

You focused on the game, not saying a word as you acted unbothered by Larissa's soon to be victory. You watched in disappointment as she sunk the ball, and you followed. At this later hour, the night was black, only artificial light allowing you vision.

Defeated, you sighed as you placed your clubs into your bag and sat in the passenger seat of the cart. Larissa didn't allow you to sit for long, however, as she pulled you gently up and placed her hands on your waist.

"This was so fun Prudence, it's always delightful playing with you."

Larissa spoke quietly, and with a sincere expression that made you weak in the knees. You had hugged this woman a few times before, but the feeling of her warm hands on your waist and her face so close to yours made you quiver. She was a vision, half of her lit up in an orange yellow glow, and the rest, darkness.

You smiled, placing your hands on her arms, "It's always a pleasure, Larissa."

You were never the best at picking up on vibes. Yet, the way that Larissa was holding you and gazing down at you, along with the elder men's confirmation, gave you enough confidence to take a chance. You wanted to take it back as soon as you whispered it, but it felt like a reflex, it felt right.

"I like you a lot, Larissa." Larissa's eyes widened as she gazed down at you. She wasn't surprised at what you had admitted, but she was surprised that you actually admitted it.

Actually scratch that, she was surprised. She had hoped and prayed that you had feelings for her, but she never let herself believe that you could, until she heard the words come out of your mouth.

You held your breath as she smiled wide, scrunching her nose up as her eyes crinkled. You swear you'd never get tired of seeing her smile like that.

Larissa quickly pulled you closer to her, your face ending up in the crook of her neck. You breathed in deeply, your heart settling at the smell of her skin.

"I like you a lot too, Prudence."

Your face lit up with joy immediately. You were elated, surprised that she would admit it. Or perhaps you didn't believe that she could like you back, not until you heard it from her velvet voice.

Happy tears slowly gathered in your eyes as you spoke. "I-I really like you Riss. You're absolutely gorgeous, you're funny, you're a joy to be around, your smile lights up my day." You pulled back slightly, cupping her cheek. "I just want to squeeze your cute face every time I see you" you chuckled.

You then frowned as tears threatened to spill. "I can't help but think that you're too good for me, though, too good for anyone. I mean, I don't have a great job, I don't know what I want, some days I can't get out of bed, I'm anxious, I'm insecure, I'm-" Larissa cut you off before you could say anything further with a soft kiss. You shivered as your nose brushed against hers, and then you felt her warm lips on your own. You hummed as you revelled in the feeling, hands wrapping around her neck to pull her closer.

Larissa pulled away slowly, her lips now just unreachable.

"Don't put yourself down, darling. I'm not too good for you. I won the bet, and that's what I wanted. This is what I want" she whispered.

You blushed profusely, hiding your face in the woman's neck as you smiled.

"Thank you Rissa" you murmured, kissing her neck lightly.

Larissa took in a shuddering breath at the contact, she didn't want to let you go.

"Would you like to come back to my place, darling?"

As you two walked off of the course hand in hand, you couldn't help but admire her. You felt so nervous that you could pass out, but her presence brought you all the peace. As you marvelled up at the woman in the dark, you realized something.

She was the sun, you were the moon, and you couldn't help but think that the she belonged with the darkness.

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guardian angel ✹ ch 4

note: ran out of nik gifs lol. this chapter beat my ass, it took me so much longer to write than the others, im actually kinda glad its over with lmao. but anyway, this is the final part in the series, so i really hope you enjoy!!

pairing: nikolai x gn!reader

word count: 3.9k

no use of y/n, no description of reader

readers callsign in kilo '0-9'

summary: you find yourself in the middle of the lions den, with no real idea of when, or if, help will arrive. you better hope nikolai finds you fast, or you might not live another day to endure his less than appropriate flirting.

warnings: canon-typical violence, descriptions of injuries, minor character death, a little bit of angst, also a little bit of fluff, poor duolingo knowledge of russian, nik still flirting with you even though you're both kinda dying,

ao3

[three]

sitting tight in the back of the van, kattan opposite you staring holes into your head, it starts to seem more and more like you're missing something. he's watching at you with a look that's a lot more satisfied than it should be. you're already aware that you fucked up by getting in the van, but then you were under the impression that you were in control. now however, with every passing second, every bump on the road, you feel it slipping through your fingers.

as the van slowed to a stop, it became clear to you that waiting for backup to arrive was not an option – you weren't even sure they'd be able to find you, but to save your sanity you chose to ignore that thought. you had a job to do, and no matter what was about to happen, you needed to make sure baranov died; you could worry about everything else later, including how you were going to get out of this.

the door slides open to reveal baranov, who sharply gestures for you to get out. with a sideways glance to kattan, you step out into the cold air, skin prickling from the temperature or from the unease you're not sure.

you watch as they share a quick glance, and suddenly you're all too aware of how out of your depth you really are. you're not sure what they communicated, but there's no way it can be good. for a moment, the three of you just stand there, waiting for someone to make the first move, break the silence so tense you can almost feel it weighing you down.

"well?" you ask, raising a brow and looking between them with distrustful glare. they meet eyes again, more obviously this time.

"you wanted to see the weapons, they're inside." kattan says, gesturing to the warehouse behind him. it's surprisingly well kept, looking distinctly less run down than you'd expected, but still you feel the fear building in your chest. you absolutely did not want to go in there, but unless you were prepared to fight them – and however many people they have waiting inside – it looked like that was your only option.

"remember what i said," you begin, curling your nails into your palms so hard your worried you might draw blood, "if you try anything, you'll–"

"we remember." baranov cuts you off, burning your attempt to stall until you could figure out what to do. "go inside." they way he stares at you, like he sees right through you, right through the mask covering half your face, sets off a fight or flight response in you.

"...you first." you utter, meeting baranov's glare despite the uncomfortable feeling under your skin. he gives you a suspicious, questioning look before you continue, "i don't like people walking behind me."

baranov clicks his tongue, and you see him pointedly roll his eyes as he turns around and marches through the door into the warehouse. kattan stays put, regarding you with the same unnerving look from before.

you bring your hands up to your hood, your mind drawing a blank for any more excuses to stall. you sigh quietly, and take a few hesitant steps forward. when kattan sees you move, he turns and goes through the door ahead of you. as you reluctantly follow behind him, you spare a glance back to the road you came down, hoping – praying – that your comrades find you before it's too late.

the inside of the warehouse is filled with various crates and locked containers, which you can only assume are all filled with less than legal merchandise. the lights above you flicker every now and then as you follow kattan deeper into the building. times like this make you wish things could just be easy – if this op had gone to plan, you'd already be sound asleep in your bed by now.

kattan comes to a stop next to baranov, in front of an open crate. "there." kattan crosses his arms over his chest, nodding his head to the crate with a stony expression.

you gulp, taking a cautious step forward and examining the weapons inside. the crate is full of a seemingly random assortment of weapons – not at all what was mentioned in the intel you'd gathered.

you feel your stomach drop all the way to the floor.

"is there a problem?" baranov snaps. your eyes must've betrayed your thoughts.

you refocus your expression, instilling whatever confidence you have left into your voice as you reply, "this isn't what we agreed–"

"enough." he cuts you off, taking a stride forward as you step back. "this game has gone on long enough, sergeant." baranov hisses, watching your wide eyes flit between the both of them.

"...right." you mutter, removing your mask and shoving it into your pocket, "i guess i was a little optimistic."

"i'll admit, you're committed. but," kattan steps forward as well, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointing it at you, "i'm afraid that won't save you this time." he gives you a smug smirk as he takes yet another step closer to you.

"afraid not." you grit your teeth, muscles tightly wound as you follow kattan with your eyes. you think back to the look he had in the van earlier, and realise with a surge of anger that they'd both known the entire time.

you look to baranov, closing the weapons crate with his back turned to you. looking back to kattan, with his cocky smirk as he slowly advances on you.

just one more step, a little bit closer–

you swing your arm up, grab kattan's hand holding the gun and push upwards, narrowly missing taking a bullet to the face. he struggles to wrench his arm free, but you pull him forward and use his momentum to shove him to the ground on his stomach. you bend his arm unnaturally behind him, causing him to reflexively loosen his grip, enough for you to snatch the gun from him. without a moment of hesitation, you press the barrel to the back of his ribcage and squeeze the trigger.

the gunshot echoes through the warehouse, and your ears ring with the aftershock.

a wet cough escapes kattan as you push yourself to stand, a pool of crimson already forming underneath his body. you turn around and raise your arm to shoot baranov too, but you find the place where he was standing empty.

"fuck!" you groan, your eyes scanning the area nearby for any trace of where he could've gone. he could be hiding around any corner, and in a warehouse literally filled with guns, you didn't like your odds.

before you could think too much about it however, the sound of heavy footfalls reaches your ears from further into the warehouse. you could tell they were getting closer, and in a split second of panic, you decide to take cover behind a stack of crates before they see you.

just as you duck out of sight, you count five armed men coming around the corner to where you were just standing. you focus on calming your breathing and your rapid heart rate, watching as one of them crouches and inspects kattan's body. the rest of them look around, presumably on the look out for you.

you lean more around the corner, bringing your gun up and pointing the barrel squarely at the man next to kattan's body – the one closest to your hiding spot.

with a deep breath, you pull the trigger and hiss a curse as he moves at the last second and clutches his leg where you hit. you fire two more shots at the others, hitting one in the chest and cursing again as the other narrowly misses your target.

the remaining three finally gather their senses, returning fire at where you hide and forcing you to take cover again. your breathing has picked up again, blood rushing in your ears and drawing out the sound of bullets flying towards you.

there's a pause, but before you can react, a hand grasps your shoulder from behind and slams your shoulder back into the crate. you try to point your gun at the assailant, but he rips it from your grasp and tosses it to the ground out of reach, pointing his own gun at you as you struggle.

shit– one of baranov's men must've crept up behind you in the chaos.

he shoves you to the ground, restraining your arms behind your back and clicking a pair of cuffs far too tightly around your wrists. he pulls you roughly onto your feet and shoves you back out into the open, where baranov and the other two men stand waiting.

"you two– watch the perimeter." baranov commands, never once taking his chilling glare off of you. the other two nod, before turning and disappearing the way you'd came in.

baranov brings your attention back to him by stepping forward and gathering the front of your hoodie in his fist. for a moment, he holds your stare, giving you that same cold look that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

with a disdainful scoff, he pulls you from the other man's grip and shoves you to the floor again, dropping you aggressively against a metal shelving unit that makes your vision blur as your head collides with it. you blink, ears still ringing and a warm wet feeling growing on the back of your head.

"you are such a pain in my ass, kilo 0-9." he growls, crouching in front of you and watching as you try to regain your senses. a pained groan leaves your throat, and you squint at his unfocused figure at your feet.

"...i try my best," you mumble, subtly tugging at the cuffs binding you. to your frustration, even dislocating your thumb wouldn't help you to get out of them they were so tight. "...but maybe i'm just a natural–"

"заткни пасть!" baranov roars, delivering a harsh slap to your face. your head snaps to the side, your vision once again swimming and the sick feeling in your stomach only growing stronger. "i will make you pay for what you did, you annoying little доносчик." he stands again, his form towering over you and his shadow blocking the flickering light from above.

“i had everything, i was on top of the world. i’d finally gotten everything i’d ever wanted,” he begins, nothing but pure malice in his eyes as he glares down at where you sit, still reeling from your head injury, “until you took it all away from me!”

"and for what? a paycheck? a pathetic little sense of victory?" he spits, kicking your leg as he slowly paces before you. "i worked all my life for that empire! and you burned it all to the ground, like it was nothing!"

you feel hot blood trickle down the back of your neck, the urge to vomit still not leaving you, and you pray to anyone who would listen that somebody finds you soon, because with the way your vision is still blurred at the edges, you don’t think you’ll get out of this on your own.

baranov abruptly stops his pacing, running a had through his hair in an erratic display of anger. “i thought killing you would be enough, that revenge would satisfy me, but i’ve changed my mind, sergeant.” he’s not shouting anymore, instead his voice is low and quiet, but no less threatening. he turns his head to look at you from the corner of his eyes.

“you see, simply killing you would be satisfying, of course. that was my original plan; lure you in with something i know you self-righteous hero types can’t resist,” he says, waving his arms to emphasise his words, “but then it would be over. you would be dead, and you’d never be truly sorry for how you wronged me.”

even through the fog in your mind, you feel a cold dread building inside you. baranov turns to face you fully.

“so, thats why i’ve decided instead to make you suffer.” he crouches down again, closer than he'd been before.

“i will make you watch," he grabs your throat, pulling you closer still, "as i destroy the things you care about, just like you did to me.” his voice is just above a whisper.

“commander karim,” he squeezes your airway, “the american,” squeezing tighter as you desperately try to breathe in, “and of course, your precious little pilot.”

“no…” you wheeze, rattling your cuffs as you squirm in baranov's grasp. the edges of your vision darken for a moment, and you let your unfocused gaze drift from his sharp grin.

behind him, in the shadows of the stacks of crates and shelves, something catches your eye through the blurriness. a glint of reflected light from the yellowish bulb overhead, behind the man who'd dragged you earlier. you seem to be the only one to notice the fourth presence.

“they will all die, because of you.” baranov finally releases you, once again shoving you back against the metal shelving. you cough once, twice, your breaths ragged and eyes glaring daggers at baranov as he stands again to tower over you.

“you won’t…” you draw your legs into your chest, glaring up at him with renewed defiance. he takes one menacing step towards your curled up form, that insufferable smirk still pulling at his lips.

“oh,” he chuckles darkly, “i will.”

you scoff, and with all the force you can muster, you shoot your legs out to collide with one of baranov's ankles. he stumbles back, regaining his balance a few paces away from you, but he's a second too late – the figure in the darkness has already leapt out and sunk their blade into the neck of baranov's guard, ripping it out of his flesh and throwing it in baranov's direction.

you watch as the knife ricochets off a stack of crates and clatters to the ground next to baranov, already struggling to get your cuffed wrists in front of your body in your dazed state. the mystery person tackles baranov before he can fully recover, sending them both tumbling to the ground and grappling for control over the other.

your heart practically soars when you realise it's nik, pinning baranov to the ground and landing a blow to his face that felt extremely personal.

somewhere in the struggle, baranov gets a hold of the knife, swinging his arm and catching nik in the stomach just below his vest before you can warn him. your head is pounding, the ache from being thrown around earlier catching up to you and making it that much harder to focus.

baranov rolls them over, on top of nik now as he clutches the laceration with one hand and resists baranov's attempt to stab him again with the other. a grunt escapes you as you finally manage to get your cuffed wrists over your legs, feeling the muscles in your shoulder stretch painfully – another injury to slow you down, but you couldn't think about that right now.

despite the pain clouding your senses, you push yourself up to crouch, wobbling slightly before you find your balance. for a second you watch the pair grapple with each other on the floor, mind racing to think of a way to help nik without allowing baranov to hurt him any further.

you have to get them off each other, is the only thought you can come up with, so before you can hesitate you launch yourself onto baranov's back, hooking the chain of your cuffs in front of his neck and dragging him backwards with all your weight.

the knife falls to the floor again, out of reach of either of you. with all the strength you can muster, you pull the cuffs towards yourself in an effort to cut off baranov's airway. he thrashes in your hold, desperately trying to wedge his fingers in between the metal and his flesh. but in your slightly concussed state, he manages to catch you off guard and throw his head back, landing a strike to your nose, which stuns you enough for him to rip himself out of your grasp.

your head spins all over again, eyes watering and blurry as you feel baranov twist and pin you beneath him. his hand goes to your neck, and through your distorted vision you see his other pull back in a fist aiming squarely at your face.

you flinch, bracing to be hit, but the impact never comes; nikolai sinks the knife once into the side of his neck, and again into his chest, before grabbing his body and shoving him off of you.

you watch as baranov sputters, your own chest heaving as you take in some much needed air. nik searches through baranovs pockets, pulling back with a tiny silver key in his hand – the key for the handcuffs. he takes your bruised wrists into his hands, his touch unbelievably gentle, unlocking the cuffs and discarding them to the side.

he slumps down beside you, close enough thar his shoulder touches yours, and his hand cradling the stab wound on his stomach. a moment passes where neither of you move, still reeling from your injuries and the fight as you massage the raw skin of your wrists.

"thank you," you murmur once your vision finally stops spinning, shuffling to face nik and placing your hand on his arm, "you saved my life…"

"does that mean i'm your guardian angel now?" he chuckles, groaning when his abdomen shifts painfully. your head pulses, your own injuries catching up to you, but that back of your head seems to have stopped bleeding so you decide it can wait. you'd rather take care of him first anyway.

"i guess it does," you give him a weak smile in return, before undoing the straps of his vest, "now let me patch you up before your bleed to death." he chuckles again, sitting up so you can lift the vest over his head and set it down on the floor. you turn to the side, looking through the different packs until you find the one with basic medical supplies; bandages, disinfectant, and sutures – though you sincerely hoped you wouldn't have to do any stitching.

you hear nik move again, and the shuffle of fabric, and look back at him to find him pulling off his shirt. completely and utterly distracted from what you were doing, you feel an unmistakable heat rise to your face as you study the way his chest rises and falls, a thin sheen of sweat–

"if you wanted to undress me, all you had to do was ask," nik's teasing voice breaks you out of your trance. your eyes snap to his, the amused expression he wears only making the embarrassment worse.

"oh, shush…" you mumble, look back down to the medical supplies in your lap and willing your heart to slow down – he was still injured, you needed to take care of that before it became a problem. you grab his hand and place it on your shoulder, "just tap me if it hurts too much, okay?"

"конечно." he gives you a small, reassuring squeeze. you smile tightly, and begin to disinfect the laceration. thankfully, it wasn't too deep, so you wouldn't have to demonstrate your awful stitching skills.

despite the circumstances, he looks ethereal above you; his head thrown back and his eyes squeezed shut, his rippling muscles glistening with sweat and a firm grip on your shoulder. it takes everything in you to concentrate on patching him up instead of gawking at the way the dim light of the warehouse hits the shape of his body.

after successfully stopping the bleeding without getting too distracted, you finish up by securing the gauze with a tight bandage. you look up from your work to find nik already looking at you, with the same look in his eyes from the night before, when you watched the stars together.

"i'm so glad you're okay, милая." nik smiles, cupping the side of your face with the hand not covered in blood. you feel the warmth of him seeping into your clammy skin. his touch has a calming effect on you, instantly soothing your overactive mind.

"i'm glad you found me," you smile back, leaning into his palm and bringing your own hand up to cover his, "sorry for getting us into this mess in the first place." you mutter, your gaze falling to the floor with a twinge of guilt.

"there's no need to apologise, дорогая." he caresses your face with his thumb, tilting your head slightly to bring your eyes back to his. you give him a meek nod, and mirror the tiny smile he wears.

you move to sit next to him again, sighing as you rest against the cold shelves. the two of you sit in relative quiet for a moment or two, listening to your own exhausted breathing and the hum of the lights.

"nice aim, by the way." you nod your head towards baranov's body.

"really?"

"yeah," you reply, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips, "knife went right past him."

nik laughs, airy and tired, and lifts his arm to wrap around your shoulders "ah, now you're making fun of me." he chuckles, looking at you with an amused light in his eyes.

"that's the second time you've missed, isn't it?" you tease, feeling his arm tighten around you.

"тихо…" he grumbles, shaking his head with lightheardted disapproval, "but for the record, i'm glad i missed the first time." his gaze softens as he examines your faces, his other hand coming back up to cup the side of your jaw.

"you better be." you murmur, suddenly very aware of his still bare chest as he pulls you closer to him.

"after all, if i'd shot you," his voice is just above a whisper, the space between you so small you can feel his warm breath on your face. with the hand on your jaw, he brings you even closer, resting his forehead against yours as your eyes flutter closed, "i would never get to do this."

without another moment of hesitation, you feel his lips against yours, passionate yet gentle as you sigh into him. your arm comes up to loop around his neck, his hand moving to the back of your head to press you further into the kiss. you're momentarily reminded of the ache in your head, but it's an afterthought as you press yourself flush against him.

the heat in your chest, your face, your whole body, is burning, heart racing faster than you'd ever felt it as nikolai's mouth moves against yours. you feel his stubble prickle against your skin as he tilts his head further, his tongue swiping across your lips.

when the need for air gets too much, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, nikolai chasing your lips and giving you one last peck before you get too far away. he smiles warmly at you, coaxing a similar expression to light up your own face.

"so, are farah and alex coming to get us, or…?"

"my hero…" you whisper, earning a grin for nik as he strokes your cheek with his thumb. you rest your head in the crook of his shoulder and chest, revelling quiet in the moment between the two of you; and for the first time in a long time, you feel a genuine spark of happiness ignite in your chest.

"...бляаты… i will tell them i found you…"

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sivyera · 7 months

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Yandere TDATT characters being in love with you would include...

ft. arvin, preston, lee, willard, lenora

a/n: pls don't kill me for the preston part, i mean some of you simp for joker who is much worse, btw y/n and Lenora are 18

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⤷ Arvin Eugene Russell

-Arvin would probably first met you at school when he was waiting for Lenora. He saw you standing up for Lenora to her bullies which immediately made him curious about you.

-So he would ask Lenora about you, he'd also told her to befriend you so you can help her in school, definitely not to know more about you.

-POSSESSIVE

-He would stalk you, sometimes he'd be in his car, driving behind your walking figure on the street, or he would sneak to your house at night watching you sleep or shower or do literally anything.

-He will protect you more than he does Lenora. If anyone even look at you the wrong way, they will end up with several broken bones. And if someone tries to touch you without your permission or make you slightly uncomfortable, the person will end up dead.

-After some time he will approach you. Starting a conversation about how glad he is that Lenora has you, that he cannot be around her to protect her all the time.

-He would never hurt you. Maybe if you find out that he killed someone for you, he would try to manipulate you, but he would never punch your or something similar.

-He would kidnap you soon, just to make sure that you are safe with him. He would also take a good care of you, will give you some freedom when he trusts you enough that you won't run away.

-He would want to spend every minute with you and he won't ever let you go, he loves you so much.

⤷ Preston Teagardin

-Preston would meet you in church after your grandma took you there. You didn't believe in god (you were atheist) and just lived normal life but that was to your grandma a sin. Your grandpa didn't really care because he was atheist as well so you often made jokes about your granny's faith.

-When Preston saw you he knew that he wants you. Your beaty was unbelievable. Which made him curious about you. He saw in your eyes that you don't believe in god and that's what attracted him.

-Your grandma told him how sinful you are and asked him if he could talk to you, which he gladly accepted.

-He would manipulate your grandma to think that he needs more time with you, alone. So she will make you go to the church more often, than he could be alone with you.

-Possessive and obsessive, will also stalk you a lot. Probably in his car at night looking into your window at you.

-He wouldn't even try to convince you to believe in god because he himself doesn't believe in him. He is also atheist he's just doing it for the money and power.

-You two will be alone in the church or after some time in his house. He would be over the moon because he can have you all to himself. BUT he wouldn't do anything without your verbal consent, because he would never hurt you in any way.

-Your relationship will be a secret from the start, just few glances and his death stares at anyone who's talking to you.

-But after some time he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore. He just has to have you, all the time. He can't get enough of you.

-He will kidnap you unless you go voluntarily. If yes than you two will run away and live somewhere in countryside where no one will bother you. You will have freedom around the house and on the yard, but he's the one who will go for grocery OR he will go with you, just to make sure no one will talk nor touch his precious angel.

⤷ Lee Bodecker

-Lee will stop you while he was working because you drove too fast. When he pull you over he was too stunned to speak. You were beautiful and he saw fire in your eyes.

-He shook his head and flirt with you, but enough not to make it weird nor make you uncomfortable. At the end of the day he didn't give you the speed ticket and let you go under one condition, which was to give him your name and phone number.

-After that he will make excuses to talk to you, so he would either stop you at the driveway or call you or knock on your door for a talk (because he will found out where you live by stalking you or looking into your file at the police station)

-He is also a stalker but not that much like Arvin, Preston or Willard. He will call it 'looking out for you just in case some men will make you uncomfortable' because he's a policeman, after all it's his job ;)

-He will offer you his help to stay close to you, doesn't matter if you need help with grocery or drop you somewhere in his police car.

-If anyone touches you, make you uncomfortable OR dare to flirt with you, he will arrest them for a long time and make sure they will leave you alone.

-He won't be rude to you or harsh but he will be dominant (like every other characters except Lenora) because he is policeman, you will have to have some respect for him.

-He will kidnap you sooner rather than later, just in case no man will hurt you, this city is cruel...and he can have you for himself.

⤷ Willard Russell

-Willard couldn't take his eyes off of you, when he saw you at that bar. He will talk to you as long as possible and he will flirt with you. After your shift he will take you home to make sure you are fine, definitely not to find out where you live ;)

-He will come to that bar more often to see you and talk to you, will also protect you like that, because no man would even try to talk to you when they saw that Willard is near you.

-At night he will sneak into your house and sat next to your bed, watching you sleep for few hours, you now again just in case.

-He is the most possessive of them all, also the biggest stalker. If anyone will try to talk to you, he will wait on them somewhere in private so no one could see what he will do to that man, because i'm telling you the man that talked to you won't survive or he will have a REALLY hard time.

-He will kidnap you after just two months, this world is too dangerous for someone so beautiful and precious like you.

-He also wouldn't hurt you but he will manipulate you if you won't listen to him. He is also the most dominant, he is veteran so he has some discipline and will 'teach' you how to listen to him.

-Won't let you out of the house but otherwise you have freedom and if you need anything from the shop, he will either go with you or buy anything you need. Most of the time you will stay home tho.

⤷ Lenora Laftery

-Lenora will meet you at school, you were her new classmate. She is the purest of them all but don't let her innocence fool you. She might be pure and innocent but she's not dumb, she can use it.

-From the start she will pray to god every night so he make her emotions for you vanish. But she will get use to them after some time.

-She will make herself a victim more than she already is to make you protect her from her bullies.

-She is more like your worshiper. Let's say you will became her new 'god' more like goddess, she will worship the ground you walk on, will pray every night for you and your love.

-She will also be a bit confused how much emotions she feels towards you, unhealthy emotions like lust, obsession, desire,... which she finds sinful and horrible but she cannot help herself.

-She won't stalk you... lot, but will kind of spend as much time with you as possible, which means sleepover or study dates (like she likes to call it, even tho they aren't)

-She also won't kidnap you made she will make herself look like a victim even more so you will stay by her side, if you talk to other guys she will act hurt and will say that the guys has been bullying her so you will eventually stop talking to him. She loves you and won't let you leave her side.

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tags: @clarks-letterman hope you like it!

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lovingherrscher · 10 months

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Bungou Stray Dogs Otoge

So I saw an earlier post about what BSD characters being the love interests in Diabolik Lovers, so why not make an otoge/otome game for them?

Dazai Yohane proudly presents you... Bungou Stray Dogs Otoge!

Warning: Crack, some angst in the bad endings, OOC even maybe. Random thoughts in a mental breakdown. Spoilers for Storm Bringer. Character deaths mentions.

Notes: None. I just want to distract myself.

Love interests:

Dazai Osamu - 1 True Ending, 1 Good Ending and 2 Bad Endings

The mystery type

"Posterboi", yes, he's on the poster for the common version of the game, the limited version ft all 5 love interests (except for Fyodor because he's in the secret route)

Ranked #2 in the popularity poll

Is loved by all the fangirls

Likes to fool around with MC

All of that disappear when you got out of the common route and head for his route

FUCK PLEASE GO BACK

Shout out to Dazai slowly opening up gotta be my favourite genre

Will have a CG where he takes you to Lupin and slowly opens up to you about his past

Best bed scene in the whole game

One of the bad endings is where you two committed a lover's suicide together and succeeded.

Nakahara Chuuya - 1 True Ending, 2 Good Ending and 3 Bad Endings

The rich guy who'd buy you everything as a gift, jewelries, fancy clothes, a store, a building even?!

Candidate for the next mob boss

5/5 (actually 4.5) on these criterias:

The (soon to be) mob boss

Cruel, cold to almost everyone else except for his 'family' aka the mafia

Is actually a nice person

Will treats you gently, like a princess when he's head over heels for you

Gap moe (he likes dogs)

So inevitably, he ranked #1 in the popularity poll

Is almost everything the Italians hates about 'romanticizing the mafiosos'

His route is basically a whole "FUCK GO BACK" like Dazai, since we'll focus on his traumas and his past more.

He will opens up about his fear of not being a human, about the calamity that lives inside him

Has a CG where he takes you to visit Rimbaud's and The Flags' graves.

That one route would make the players put the Switch/PS Vita down and ask themselves why are they here, just to suffer.

Best kiss sounds in the whole fucking game I say. His bed scene makes you went from angsty mood to instant horny.

One of his bad ending is about how Chuuya lost control of the calamity inside him - Arahabaki when he saw you, killed before his eyes by the enemy, and with Dazai out of the picture, there isn't anyone there to stop him anymore.

Nakajima Atsushi - 1 True Ending, 1 Good Ending and 1 Bad Ending

That one character make everyone goes 'hell I could adopt him even not flirt with him.'

Cute, shy boy

Is cute when needed and sexy when wanted

Makes you wonder how can an angel like this even exists

Has good kissing sounds *if you know what I mean*

Drifting off the common route we dig deeper into his past, about the beast inside him, about the orphanage and the headmaster

A CG where he'll cry in your arms and you soothing him, reassure the boy that it's all in the past and he isn't alone now

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke - 1 True Ending, 2 Good Ending and 2 Bad Ending

Tsundere type

Foul-mouthed

Eventually will slowly opens up to MC

God he's so cute and precious

Needs a hug for all the traumas he's been through

His route basically focus on his past and how Dazai affected him so much

He has a CG where he sat down and talk with you about Gin and how he grows up in the slum, about why did he crave for power so bad, and why he wanted to be acknowledged by his ex-mentor.

3rd best bed scene in the game.

Kunikida Doppo - 1 True Ending, 1 Good Ending and 1 Bad Ending

Workaholic type

A man who dedicates his life to work

The handsome one with glasses

It's really fun watching him slowly falling for you, especially when he has this "58 standards for the ideal woman"

He'll slowly crosses them out just for you 💖

His route focus on the reason he dreams of an ideal world, his ideal world

Will has this 'behind the scene' flashback about The Azure King's case and Azure Apostle's case 2 years ago with the death of Rokuzou and Sasaki.

A CG where he holds you tightly in his arms and speaks with a broken voice, teary eyes about how he's so scare that his ideal might consume him one day like what happened to Azure King. He is whom chases his ideals like the moth chasing flames, but deep down under that perfectionist, workaholic mask is how he's insecure and scared that his ideals will burn him down like the flame that burn down the moth.

2nd best bed scene in the game.

His bad ending is basically when his ideals finally consume him and Kunikida became the 2nd Azure King.

Secret route: Fyodor Dostoevsky - 1 True Ending and 1 Bad Ending

After you finish everyone's route, a new, hidden route will be unlocked. And it's the Russian man, the mastermind behind everything

To be honest, this is quite of a short route. No common, just straight to his route

Also a mystery type

The smart, prodigy type

The one who has this aura goes "run for your life" or either "damn he's hot"

Expect an unhealthy relationship when you're in this route

This man will uses you like a pawn on his chessboard

Gaslighting, manipulation, abusing, you name it. Everything is in this route

What good ending? No good ending with him for you missy. Only true end or bad end.

WORST BAD ENDING IN THE WHOLE GAME. Please don't ask what it's like.

Fandisc: 2 fandisc with one being the current timeline, the other is about when Dazai is still in the mafia.

Bonus contents for 1st fandisc:

An extra route for Fukuzawa

A Bad Ending in common route ft a 3P, a Dazai x MC x Chuuya sandwich *chef's kiss*

An another Bad Ending in common route ft a 3P, an Atsushi x MC x Akutagawa sandwich

And a new Bad Ending in secret route leads you to a Dazai x MC x Fyodor sandwich

Bonus contents for 2nd fandisc:

A Mafia!Dazai route

An Odasaku route

An Ango route

A Bad Ending in common route that's extra spicy ft a 4P with the Dark Era Trio?!!! *chef's kiss*

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mochasenby · 1 year

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Seduction and Possession Pt 2 Everyone knows of Elliot; he's the kindest bachelor in Pelican town. He is the perfect gentleman. Or is he? He doesn't know how it happened, but as soon as his eyes set on the new farmer, everything went downhill. She was his inspiration, his muse, and they're trying to take her attention away from him. He won't let that happen. Tags: female MC, masturbation, praise kink, obsessive behavior, mentioned drugging, stalking, love poems, scent and panty kink, death threats, animal death (Shane’s chickens)

Part 2

Find part one here! And find me on Ao3!

Since then; Elliot had changed. It was noticeable to the other townsfolk. He was always trailing after the farmer; always there for whatever assistance she needed. He refused to allow her to dirty her hands and took her offer of helping her out.

At one point he even tried to convince her to leave the farm work behind and stay with him. Yet she laughed at the suggestion. Her laugh sounded as if angels were singing in his ears.

Things started to take a darker turn whenever she was invoked with the others. It started with Sam and Sebastian.

He watched in envy as Sebastian and Sam crowded her. They were chatting about their band and were offering her to be their drummer. Elliot glared at the young adults. He could see Sebastian's eyes drifting from her face to her chest as Sam’s hand lingered a bit too long on her shoulder.

They want to bed her. A voice hissed in his head. He’s thinking about what her chest would feel like pressed against his. Elliot glared at Sebastian as he kept glancing at his darlings chest. He wants her. You can’t let that happen.

“Pardon me,” The duo paused as Elliot forced himself between them and his darling. “I apologize for interfering, but we already have plans.” Elliot smiled through his anger as his hands slipped around her waist.

“Really? That sucks, well maybe you can swing by my place after,” Sam winked. He could never please a woman. Elliot insulted Sam in his head. As for Sebastian, he’s just a shut-in. He’ll never love her as I can.

“We’ll see about that,” Elliot smiled as he pulled her away. “Wait!” Sam grabbed her arm as rage flashed in Elliot’s eyes before disappearing.

“The offer still stands, I think we could make sweet music together,” Sam grinned as her face flushed. Absolutely not. Elliot scoffed. Is that what he calls flirting? Pathetic. She doesn’t deserve that. She deserves more.

Elliot leaned down to her ear as he whispered, “Your voice would sound beautiful if it were crying my name.” He softly spoke as she gasped, face flushing a darker red as she forgot Sam’s words.

The duo froze as they heard his words. Sam just smiled as Sebastian glared at the older male.

“Now, shall we?” Elliot pulled her away as he repressed the urge to rip off Sam’s fingers for grabbing her arm. He knows it's not her fault that pigs hit on her. She’s too beautiful for her own good. Maybe I should hide her away so no one will see her. He wondered as she stopped walking.

“Elliot?” She called out as he paused. “Yes, dear?” He replied softly as she blushed. She looks so divine with that blush across her face. He thought. She bit her lip as she sighed.

“Nevermind, let’s get to my farm,” She smiled as he tilted his head. “Is something bothering you, dear?” He asked softly as he cupped her face.

She shook her head. “I’m just overwhelmed, but when I’m with you, I feel safe.” She muttered as his eyes widened.

His hands shook as he stared at her lips. Kiss her. The voices were screaming at him. He wanted to kiss her, desperately.

But he is a gentleman. Instead, he embraced her. He shuddered as she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you, Elliot,” She smiled as he hugged her tighter. “Of course darling, I’ll always protect you,” He joked back.

Even if it means I have to hurt others.

As days went by, Elliot found himself following after the farmer even when she was unaware. He stalked her as she worked on the farm, as she fought slimes in the mines, and as she slept.

Elliot snuck his way into her home, her pet ignoring his presence as he’s already been around long enough.

Elliot crept up on the farmer as she slept. He repressed the urge to kiss her lips as he snatched her clothes. Back in his cabin, Elliot panted and grunted as he fucked his pillow. Sweat dripped down his face as he pulled his hair back. He brought her clothes to his face as he inhaled her scent.

He moaned quietly as he fucked his hips deeper against his pillow. He imagined fucking her just like this, worshipping her body. “You’re so beautiful,” He whispered breathlessly as he moaned. “ Darling – fuck,” He hissed as the head of his cock dragged against his sheets.

“I want to ravish you, I want to fuck you till that pretty voice of yours is crying my name,” He panted as his legs twitched. His chest heaved as he buried his face into her clothes.

He moaned as his cock jumped at the scent. “More,” He whispered as he started up again, fucking into his pillow as he writhed and begged for her.

My dearest,

I don’t know how long I can restrain myself. It's a sin to lust after an angel such as yourself, but I cannot help it. I find myself craving more and more of you that my comfort isn’t enough. I need to touch you. I need to feel you.

But you are so fragile that I’m afraid to hurt you. But soon, we won’t have to worry about that. Our bodies will become one as I consume all of you.

- Elliot

Elliot knew that his darling needed to get out and chat with friends. But what he hated was how whenever she was out, there was a demon attempting to charm her. Elliot tried to hide his glare as Alex began hitting on the farmer.

How disgusting. Does he not know how to properly treat a lady? Elliot hissed in his head. “Come on, just come over and I’ll show you my gridball training,” Alex winked as she laughed nervously.

She’s uncomfortable. He needs to leave her alone. Elliot hissed as Abigail stepped in. “You're making her uncomfortable, fuck off Alex,” She hissed as Alex laughed. “I’m just playing around! No need to be so sensitive.” He snorted as Abigail started going off on the player.

Elliot watched along the sidelines as he sipped his wine. With Abigail around, there was no need for him to step in. But rage was building up in his chest as he nearly broke the glass in his hand.

The final straw was when Alex made a comment about the farmer's outfit which made Elliot snap. Abigail scoffed as she stood in front of his darling. “You disgusting son of–”

“ Well, I do believe it’s time for us to leave,” Elliot cut in as he stepped between the two. “Abigail, thank you for your assistance but it's no longer needed,” He smiled as he glared at the athlete.

“Can I get your number?” Alex ignored him as Elliot’s eye twitched. He’s trying to seduce her. You can’t let that happen. The voice hissed again as Elliot grabbed her shoulder.

“Darling, please step outside with Abigail for a moment, I need to speak with Alex,” He smiled assuringly at her as she slipped out. Abigail glanced cautiously at the male before following.

As soon as the door shut behind her, the kindness in Elliot’s eyes vanished. “I don’t know who you think you are, but you are revolting,” he hissed as Alex grinned.

“I get that alot, she’s just playing hard to–” Alex was cut off as Elliot snatched his wrist.

“Unless you want to lose your fingers, you’ll refrain from touching my darling again,” Elliot snapped as Alex laughed nervously.

“Come on, I was just playing around,” Alex defended as Elliot’s eye twitched. “ And I’m not, I’ll cut off each of your revolting fingers and then snap your legs as if they were nothing but twigs. You’ll stop your harassment, won’t you dear Alex?” Elliot threatened as Alex nodded nervously.

“Y-Yeah, I got it,” He stuttered as he ran out.

Disgusting. Elliot hissed to himself as he left the tavern. The nerve of that immature athlete, if his darling wasn’t around, he would’ve—

“Elliot? Are you alright?” The quiet voice of his darling called out as he froze, The rage building up had flooded his body immediately. “Of course I am dear,” He smiled at her.

“Everything alright?” Abigail asked as she eyed Alex stumbling into his home.

“Of course, we just had a nice chat,” Elliot smiled. Abigail was skeptical but ignored it. Ever since that day, Elliot’s gentleman persona turned darker. He watched as Shane blew the farmer off, anger coursed through his veins.

How dare he? Ignoring his darling? Elliot isn’t the type to get his hands dirty, but Shane won’t go unpunished. As Shane awoke the next morning, his chickens were gone.

And Elliot was just getting started. He soon targeted Alex by manipulating him into completely avoiding his dear. It was ironic as he snapped at Shane for ignoring her, but Alex was a different story.

“ I wonder how you’re future will turn out when suddenly you break your legs,” Elliot muttered as he towered over Alex.

“I swear! I’ll leave her alone just leave me alone!” Alex cried. Harvey wasn’t any trouble, but he hated how he touched her during exams. He envied that Harvey saw her naked before he did. But he couldn’t harm Harvey, he’s the only doctor around. So he’ll be left alone. For now.

The farmer used to be surrounded by townsfolk, but lately, no one showed up. Alex would turn the other way if they were crossing paths. Shane wasn’t found anywhere. Sam and Sebastian looked uncomfortable whenever she said hi.

Harvey suddenly no longer was available to help her when injured. The only one around was Elliot. He was always there, listening to her as she ranted. Just as he planned. He sat in her room as she served him dinner.

“I just think it’s insane that they started ignoring me, did I do something wrong?” She wondered as he shook his head. “You’ve done nothing wrong, darling, I’m sure of it,” He assured her. “Your sweet Elliot, but I don’t know,” She sighed.

“I’m going to change, I’ll be right back,” She smiled as she stepped away. As she left, Elliot sighed quietly. Her scent was everywhere. No matter how many times he’s been in here, he can’t help himself. As she came back, his eyes widened.

She was wearing the shirt he stole a few nights before. The shirt that he wrapped around his cock as he fucked it to the thought of her. I need to take that shirt again.

His face flushed as she sat down. As the two ate, she began to notice his odd behavior. “Elliot? Are you alright?” She asked as he paused. “Darling, there’s something I wish to tell you,” He started as he grabbed her hand.

“(Y/n),” He muttered as his grip tightened. “I just want to thank you, you’ve inspired me in numerous ways and I’m afraid that you’ve charmed this writer's heart,” Elliot whispered as she gasped.

“Elliot. . ” She softly whispered as he sighed. “I don’t know what you did, but I’m utterly obsessed with you, not a day goes by without you dancing in my mind. I crave your touch and without you, I feel nothing,” He muttered lowly. She attempted to pull away but he refused to let her go.

“I saw the letters, Elliot,” She muttered as he stiffed. She saw them. He screamed in his mind as he panicked.

She thinks you’re a freak, she’s going to try and run away. You can’t let her go, you can’t let her–

His train of thought was interrupted as she cupped his face and brought her lips to his. Elliot’s eyes widened as he instantly responded.

He didn’t know what it was, but there was a sweet taste on her lips. And he craved it. Elliot shivered as she pulled back, smiling softly at him. She parted her lips to speak as she froze.

Her vision blurred as she swayed in her seat. “Oh, was the dosage too strong? I suppose Harvey had difficulty preparing it,” Elliot muttered softly.

“Elliot?” She softly whispered as he shushed her. “Don’t worry darling, I’m here for you,” He smiled as he stood next to her as she collapsed against him.

“I’m sorry darling, I wanted to avoid this method as I worried I may hurt you, but I had no other choice. I meant what I said as I’m utterly obsessed with you,” He cooed as he cupped her face.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me, darling. You’ve charmed me so,”

“ And I can’t let you go.”

- Elliot

Possession: The act of belonging to another.

#stardew valley elliot smut #stardew valley elliott #elliot smut #elliot stardew valley #stardew valley #stardew valley smut #yandere #obsession #lord help me #tags are hard #mochasenby

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nogenderbee · 5 months

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Yandere Alphabet: N, O, R, T, U

Characters: Mafuyu Asahina, Ena Shinonome

Sure! I actually had some fun writing these ^^ so hope you like it as well!

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖 ℕ, 𝕆, ℝ, 𝕋, 𝕌 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Mafuyu, Ena N, O, R, T, U yandere alphabet

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ TW: unhealthy obsession, mentions description of killing, mentions of tortures, jealousy, possessiveness, bullying

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bleachtheidiot @prsk-krow @hearts4gf @badwhole @qxmmi @modyuki @bl4cktourmaline

✧ Non stop = How clingy they'll be when you're in relationship? How possessive are they? And how much free space do they give you?

Mafuyu is extremely clingy and possessive!! She won't exactly be hugging you all the time but she'll simply walk with you whenever she gets the ocassion. And let me tell you, her school, mom or anyone worn ever stop her from making sure your well and only hers. She sometimes doesn't let you go a step away from her because she's immidietly following you.

She won't stop you from walking wherever you want, unless that place seems dangerous to her... so that's already some kind of freedom! You can see her as your bodyguard really.

But if you need some space, you can only get it at home. She understands but she also won't take any risk. She'll allow for you to stay at home and rest but once you get outside, she'll follow you once she sees you.

"Why are you so persistent on walking alone? Do you not know how many dangers await for you? I'm just here to make sure you're safe."

✧ Other = Someone else speaks or flirts with you, how will they react?

Mafuyu becomes more on guard when someone comes just to talk with you. She still has to keep her "good girl" act up but she'll do her best to make the person understand you're busy so that you can focus back on her.

And if someone flirts with you? They must have a death wish... she doesn't care about her "good girl" act then and of it's just you two and the flirt, she may even kill them on your very eyes if she'll have to. So if you want them to live, here's a tip: make them understand no as soon as you can, even be harsh with them, it's gonna be better than what the purple haired girl is planning either way...

"It's not my fault they can't understand basic boundaries. If they didn't wanted to end like that, they should've accepted 'no' you gave them."

✧ Risk = How risky will they be with getting rid of rivals?

Surprisingly Mafuyu would not care at all. She's good at almost all school subjects, that includes chemistry and biology too! And from there, it's easy way to go.

Of course she still does basic things like getting her rival into more private place but let me tell you, while stabbing them, it's like she gets all her trauma out on them.

But somehow she still was never found... maybe it's because she knows all the liquids that are good for wiping all the blood or? Or maybe she knows where to cut to not make bit mess? Or maybe it's just luck? She couldn't care less... as long as she can keep danger away from your, she doesn't mind.

"My, my... it seems Y/N is like a magnet for danger... they're lucky I'm here to stop that."

✧ Type = What type of Yandere are they?

Mafuyu is the overprotecte type of yandere. She thinks that this world is too cruel and has too many dangerous for someone as sweet as you, she even see simple greeting as a potential threat to you.

She also sees you a bit like a pure angel and despite her being unable to feel emotions, you broke that and made her feel strong connection and desire towards you and your love, so she set it as her goal to protect you from everything in return.

"You don't have to worry about any dangers... I'm not going anywhere unless you want me to after all."

✧ Unsure = How much trust they have in you? What happens if you break it?

Mafuyu's trust will depend on your past relationship, if you never or rarely lied and tries to trick her, she'll have trust for you! But if you lied a lot... she won't take her eye off you for a single second. But it's also kind of easy to convince her to give you a second chance, you'd just have to promise her to change and behave for few days and you can be sure her trust will he restored.

But one thing that can shatter her trust completely and almost irreversibly is you running away from her or cheating on her. When it happens, she may go as far as even hurting you badly, she won't kill you but you can be sure it'll hurt as hell once she gets to you. It's just her way of making sure you'll remember to never make that mistake again.

"You were so full of yourself back then... it's not so funny now, when your life is in my hands, is it?"

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✧ Non stop = How clingy they'll be when you're in relationship? How possessive are they? And how much free space do they give you?

Ena is both but she's still a bit more clingy than possessive. She'll always hold you arm as you walk and don't you even think of sitting anywhere than next to her unless you have different classes, that's the only exception she'll make.

As for her possessiveness, it actually applies to her clinging a little bit... she does that as a way of letting everyone know you're taken by her and makes sure no one will came up to you with wrong intentions.

Also, say goodbye to your free space because you're getting none of it with her on your side. She wants to be next to you 24/7 and that includes when you're at home too! That's why you have sleepovers so often actually...

"So are you coming to my place for tonight? I made sure to get your favorite sweets and movie ready... you literally have no reason to decline it~"

✧ Other = Someone else speaks or flirts with you, how will they react?

As previously mentioned, Ena is really clingy and possessive so it's enough you take your attention off of her for 5 minutes and she's already all pouty.

And when it's cause by someone purposely talking with you? That's like starting a fight with her. She wants your attention on herself and her alone! So you can just imagine the death stares she gives the person talking with you. And if they're flirtinf with you? She immidietly starts a verbal fight and if it turns into physical fight only depends how quickly they'll give up.

She gives the talking person no more than 5 minutes to leave, and after 3 minutes she even starts having problems... but you can make her patience last 10 minutes if you make sure to give her lots of attention despite talking with someone!

"It's time for us to go! We have no time for talking with someone like them!!"

✧ Risk = How risky will they be with getting rid of rivals?

Ena is actually really caucious, she's not fond of doing dirty work to get rid of rivals so instead she'll speed nasty rumors and create some alt accounts so she can ruin them mentally.

She can really spend lots of time just collecting fake or real pictures that'll make their life slowly become hell. But of course she acts as if it has nothing to do with her and if you happen to contont her, she'll even act like she's scared and worried about both of you... when she knows well it'll never actually happen.

"Im so scared Y/N... What if they go after me...? Or you for that matter!"

✧ Type = What type of Yandere are they?

Ena is possessive and a bit of clingy type of yandere. She definitely won't be happy when you're hanging out with anyone other than her and she hardly ever let's anyone stay close to you.

And when it comes to clinginess... she won't let you go, EVER. Be prepared to spend eternity with her because there's absolutely no way she'll ever let you go anywhere alone, even your house. She'll demand face time even if you both will just sleep, it's her way of staying close to you despite the distance.

"I think you're forgetting yourself! I never said we're separating... call me right now, I want to talk with you while you're walking back!"

✧ Unsure = How much trust they have in you? What happens if you break it?

Ena actually has a lot of trust in you, she'd trust you with her life! Her clinginess and possessiveness is not because she's afraid you'll leave her, it's caused because she knows you're amazing person and others may want to take you away from her. That's why she doesn't leave your side, but she won't actually check your phone to see if you're not cheating on her because she filly trusts you!

But once you break her trust... it will be almost impossible to rebuild it. Of course it depends what you do but considering it would probably be running away or cheating, she'd begin to keep much more closer look at you and will always take a sneak peak through your shoulder when you're texting. She also becomes more clingy... now calls are NOT the way out, you have no choice but be next to her in person ALL THE TIME.

"If you didn't do that, I'd had no need to check it. Now c'mon, open your messages! I want to see them all!"

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 11 months

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✩-Milkshake-✩

Pairing: Miguel Cazarez Mora x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Type: idk?

Warnings: Creepy guy, cussing, blood I think, and fights

| Miguel Cazarez Mora Masterlist

Y/N'S POV

I rolled my eyes as I walked away from the table, Putting my pen and notepad in my apron pocket as I made my way to the kitchen, Placing the order paper on the rack. The same guy has been flirting with me for half an hour now, He keeps getting touchier and touchier, Touching my waist to compliment my shirt or when I turn around I hear camera flicks and chuckling coming from the group of teen boys. Don't get me wrong I love my job- but it's people like this who make me want to quit. I worked with my brother and I could easily tell him since he owns the place- but he would probably beat the guy and his friends to death, and that's not good for business, So I just kept my mouth shut and did my job.

I heard the bell ring meaning someone has entered our left, I walked out to see a group of teens around my age, A girl with long brown hair, a boy with short jet-black hair, One with Blond fluffy hair, A tall one with shaggy dirty blond hair, One stuck out to me though, He was tall and had long curly brown hair, Jeause was he the most angelic person to walk into this diner, I have had several guys come in that were pretty good lookin' but this guy made them look like a joke.

I quickly snapped out of my gaze as I noticed they sat down, I grabbed my pen and notepad out of my pocket and took a deep breath as I made my way over to the group. Once I arrived all the chatting stopped and all the attention went to me, Making me stiffen, "Hi what can I get you all to drink?" I smiled, Getting my pen ready to write, "Can I get a Sprite please?" The boy with black hair asked, The boy with blond hair gasped, "I thought you were goin' to try the strawberry soda!?" The boy with black hair laughed, "Tristan, Brady shut the fuck up!" The boy with shaggy blond hair whisper shouted looking between the two, So that's their names.

"uh, Tristan? would you like the strawberry soda, The sprite here is kinda shit and I wouldn't recommend it honestly," I said, He laughed causing me to loosen up some, He nodded his head, "Yeah I'll take the strawberry soda," He smiled, I looked over at Brady raising my eyebrow,

"Oh I'll have a sprite, please," He said

"Um excuse the fuck out of me-" Brady cut Tristan off by laughing, "I'm just playing, I'll take the same thing," I nodded at wrote it down, "What would you like?" I asked the boy with shaggy blond hair, he thought for a little before speaking, "Do you guys have water?" he asked, I gave him a funny look before his friends busted out laughing, "Do they have water? What kind of restaurant doesn't have water? Mason, you are stupid bro," Tristan laughed, I giggled and wrote it down,

"I'll have the same thing!" The girl with brown hair added, I crossed out one and put a little two beside the water, I looked over to the boy with long hair, Who was already looking back at me, Slightly smiling, I cleared my throat and smiled, "Um what would you like to drink?" I asked trying my best to hold eye contact so I don't seem rude,

"You," He mumbled as he looked me up and down, I honestly didn't mind it but this was a place of business and if I wanted to get paid this week I needed to do my job.

Brady nudged his arm giving him a weird look, "Miguel bro, What do you want to drink?" He asked, Miguel shook his head blinking fast, "U-uh Dr.Pepper p-please," he stuttered out, sighing and covering his face with his hands, I smirked as wrote down his drink order, "I'll have your drinks out soon," I said walking off,

"Hey, sexy!" I sucked my teeth as I heard the annoying voice behind me, I put on a fake smile as I turned around, Slowly walking up to the group of boys, "Need anything?" I asked sarcastically, He smirked, "Your number," He said licking his lips, I wanted to throw up, but I laughed and rolled my eyes,

he grabbed me by my waist and tried pulling me onto his lap, I panicked as I looked around the diner Making eye contact with the girl that came in earlier, She raised her eyebrows as if asking "Are you okay?" I nodded my head and tried gently pushing the guy away, but he wouldn't give up, It wasn't until I was grabbed and pulled away from the guy, I looked up to see my older brother fuming, His fists were balled up by his sides, And man if looks could kill, that boy would fucking drop dead right then and there.

"Why are grabbing my little sister like that fool?" He spat, stepping up to the boy who was now standing, He looked like he was gonna shit his pants, "I didn't know she was your sister!" He said raising his hands in defense, My brother chuckled bitterly, "And if she wasn't? What gave you the right to think you could touch women like that!?" he shouted, all attention was on us at this point, "Bro look at her-" He was cut off by my brother grabbing him by his arm and dragging him out back, My uncles, Anthony and Edward grabbed his other friends and dragged them out back as well, I sighed as I made my way to the kitchen to get the drinks for the poor group who was still waiting.

I walked over to the group handing them their drinks, I was gonna walk away but the girl stopped me, "Wait, are you okay?" She asked sounding genuinely worried, I smiled and nodded my head, "It happens more than you would think," I said, "That sucks, if you don't mind me asking, How old are you?" She asked, "I'm sixteen!" I said, She smiled and nodded, "I knew it! you looked young," She said laughing, "I'm Madeleine, This is Tristan, Brady, Mason, and Miguel!" She said, Pointing at all of the boys who just waved, "I'm Y/n, it's great to have some nice people in here," I smiled, "Are yall ready to order?" I asked, They nodded,

"I just want the chicken strips and fries," Mason said, I nodded writing it down, "Ohhh- Wait, Can I get the uh- Can I get the uhhh- uhhh- the… Uhhhh- Oh the burger and fries!" Tristan shouted causing me to laugh, "I just want the strawberry waffles," Madeleine smiled, "I want the same thing but with chocolate chips," Brady added, I wrote it down and turned to Miguel whose face was flushed red, "I just want the shrimp alfredo pasta," He said, "Would you like breadsticks or salad with that?" I asked, He looked at the menu, "Uh… breadsticks?" He said, I nodded at wrote it down, "I'll have your food out as soon as possible," I smiled, walking away.

I made my way to the kitchen where I saw my brother changing his shirt in the far corner, He had some red stuff all over it- which I'm assuming was blood. I walked up to him, "Did you kill him?" I asked half scared of the response I would receive, He laughed shaking his head, "No, but let's just say he and his friends defiantly won't be coming back here anytime soon," I smiled and rolled my eyes punching his arm lightly, "Hey, you're my little sister and I would do anything for you, Just yell if something like that happens again, K?" He said, His face serious, I smiled and nodded as he pulled me into a light hug.

I heard the bell ring, I pulled away and walked out of the kitchen, It was a regular, And my favorite to say the least. I made my way up to the old man who looks like he just got off work, It was Friday so he most likely did, I grabbed my pen and notepad as I stopped in front of the table, which was a table down from the group I was serving. "The regular, Tommy?" I asked, He nodded his head as he crossed his arms, "You know it Y/n," He smiled, I laughed as wrote down a coffee and Breakfast combo.

"How have you been doin'?" I asked as I stuffed the notepad back in my pocket, He sighed as he looked at me, "Oh you know, Just on the road, Had to stop by on my break to see my favorite person," He chuckled, "Aw stop, How is Maria," I asked, Maria worked here but took some time off since she had her baby, Tommy would just come in on his days off and to see Maria, "She's doing good, The baby is doing good, She's coming back soon and I don't think she's ready to leave the baby just yet," He laughed, I giggled as I shook my head, "Well I'm gonna go get your coffee and I'll be back," I smiled as I walked off.

"Y/n table six food is ready!" Anthony yelled, I grabbed the platter of food and quickly made my way to the group, "Ok we got, Chicken stripes and fries, Burger and fries, Strawberry waffles, Chocolate chip waffles, and Shrimp alfredo pasta with breadsticks," I smiled and handed them their food, "This looks so good thank you!" Madeleine laughed as she cut up her waffles, "No problem!" I smiled, "When do you get off work?" Mason asked randomly, "Uh I get off as soon as I'm done with this table and also table six!" I said, looking over to check on Tommy.

"Oh, that's not long!" He said I furrowed my eyebrows, Madeleine cleared her throat before speaking, "What he meant to say-" She gave Mason a look before continuing "-Is we would like to hang out with you after," She smiled, I smiled at her, it would be nice to hang out with some new people, "Well I would have to go home and shower and everything-" "Thats fine we'll wait for you!" She beamed, I nodded my head, "Alright sure!" I said as I walked off to go get Tommy's coffee, "Ohh Miguel, You better ask her out dude or I will," Tristan said causing laughter to erupt from the group, I blushed as I tried to control my smile, I looked up to see Miguel looking back at me, I winked at him, He smirked and looked away, I don't know where that boost of confidence came from but I'm not mad.

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Here’s part two of the “Trick or Kink” writing challenge, which definitely chose “Trick” this year. It looks like we’re going for spooky with a hint of tmnt x reader romance. Big thank you in advance to everyone who reads.

Part One can be found here.

“Mikey!” Name quickly ran after him, grabbing into his arm. “Don't leave me behind.”

He grinned at having her cling to him. “Hey, Babes. You know I'd never leave ya. Come on.”

As he walked, her hand fell easily into his. It was always the place her hand wanted to be. He had walked her home many a time through dark sewer tunnels, her hand encased warmly in his. It was second nature now, though hand-holding was about as far as the relationship went.

Sure, there was absolute shameless flirting all the time, but nothing talked about seriously. Michelangelo wasn't exactly a serious turtle. He let things be what they were and Name was okay with that. As long as her hand could continue to slide so easily into his, she was okay.

Michelangelo led the way, flashlight sweeping the fog as he zeroed in on what first caught his attention. A great monolith of a headstone shot out high among the others. At the top was what Name originally thought must have been a cherub or an angel, but a closer inspection showed the head of whatever had been there was missing. Only a stout body and battered, chipped wings were what remained of the sculpture. The wings may not have even been angel wings. She wasn't sure.

“Creepy,” Michelangelo said as his light fell on the headless form.

“This place is really old,” she replied. “So many of these headstones are in terrible shape. I don't think anyone has attempted to care for this place in decades. It's kind of sad. All these people have been long forgotten. Who knows where their decedents are. No one left to remember them.”

“Better left forgotten,” Michelangelo said from the other side of the pillar.

“Mikey, that's an awful thing to say.” And very out of character for him. What was up with that?

“No, Babes, that's what it says here.”

Name walked around to see what he was looking at. His flashlight was trained on the dirty headstone, vague letters hiding behind the dirt and moss. Michelangelo reached up and wiped away as much as he could with the side of his fist. Even then, they both had to get in close to decipher the words as Name read them out loud.

May the body keep. May the soul sleep. To not be named. Better left forgotten.

A chill went up her spine as she read the epitaph. What did that mean? There was no name, no dates of birth or death. Was this even for an actual person? She looked to Michelangelo for a second opinion to find him shaking his head at the text.

“Nuh huh. No, no, no. I don't like that at all. That's some bad juju.” He grabbed for her hand. “Come on Babes, we're out of this place. Let's go find the guys and bail.”

Normally, she would have disagreed. The whole point of coming all the way out here was to sit in a spooky cemetery and tell ghost stories. She had been looking forward to it all month; the guys had, too. They were never able to get out and do normal things. This was something they could do. Something fun that could be done in the dark without fear of being discovered.

But there was a new fear sinking in. She couldn't explain it. Reading the epitaph out loud was like reciting a summoning spell. Suddenly, everything felt different. Unsafe. Both of their instincts were telling them they needed to leave.

“Yeah, let's go get the guys. They shouldn't be far.”

Michelangelo led the way, practically pulling her as he set an urgent pace. It seemed like they were going back exactly the way they came, but they couldn't find their way to the gates and the truck. Everywhere were more headstones. Every place they looked seemed the same as any other place. Michelangelo suddenly stopped as his flashlight came upon the tall monolith with the headless figure crouched on top.

“What the heck?” he whispered.

“Maybe we got turned around. That's why we missed the gate,” Name offered. “If we go straight this time, we'll make it back.”

“Lead the way, Babes. I guess I keep getting turned around.”

She tried her best. One foot in front of the other. Never turning, always straight on the path. They ended up back at the monolith.

“This has got to be a joke,” Michelangelo said. “Maybe there's a bunch of these all over the place and we just keep finding them.”

Name was shaking her head. Something was wrong. Something felt...heavy, malicious. Aware. She glanced all around the fog as if there was a physical entity that was keeping them from leaving.

She gave a startled cry as Michelangelo suddenly picked her up. “Okay, one more time,” the turtle said with determination as he hoofed it through the cemetery.

“Mi-i-ikeeeey!” Name protested as she was bounced over his shoulder.

The headstones passed by as he ran at top speed. And there, hidden in the fog, she thought she saw something. Someone. A figure, pale and humanoid, standing among the graves, watching them flee.

“What?” she breathed.

Then her entire world spun out of control as she was thrown ass over end into the air. The ground came up too fast to catch herself and she clenched for impact. But a body cushioned her fall. Michelangelo rolled to a stop, encasing her in his arms, taking the brunt of the abuse. She heard his body collide with something solid. Something that sounded like it hurt.

Before she could ask if he was alright, he was over her, pawing at her with wide eyes. “Are you okay? Baby, I'm so sorry. I tripped on something. Please tell me you're okay.”

It was just a small change. It was “Baby” not “Babes.” But it meant everything. The way he looked at her with such fear and concern. The way he cradled her face in his hands now, brushing the hair back, looking her over.

She put her hands on his wrists. “Mikey, I'm fine. I promise.”

He breathed out a long sigh of relief. “Thank God. If anything happened to you because of me—well, the guys would kick my ass for sure. But I'd never be able to forgive myself.” He leaned in close, pulling her in. “I'd never hurt you on purpose. You know that right?”

She couldn't help it. He was so close, holding her. Talking with such an earnest voice. She kissed him on the nose and his blue eyes widened.

“I know, Mikey. I trust you. I've always trusted you. This was an accident.”

He barked out a strange laugh; one of relief and glee. Then he hissed as he gripped his shoulder which was bleeding.

“You're hurt!”

“Just a scratch, Babes. No big. I'd like to come back to this conversation when we get back home.”

She grinned. “I'd like that, too. Let's get back to the truck.”

He grinned back, looking happier than she had ever seen him. Her face felt warm as she realized it was because of her that he was this happy. He offered a hand as he stood, pulling her with him, but then winced.

“You hurt your foot?” she asked.

“A little sprain maybe. Nothing serious. I can still get around. Let's—”

The sentence died in his mouth as he looked at his surroundings. A second later, Name spotted what had stopped him cold. There it was: the figure in the fog. It wasn't very tall, but definitely humanoid. It looked about the size and shape of a young woman with long, black hair covering the face. Michelangelo steeled as the figure moved toward them. The advance was as smooth as running water. The fog parted for the body as if its presence chased it away. As the girl came closer and closer, it because apparent that she wasn't walking, but floating.

She came close enough that they could see her feet were actually dragging on the ground as she was held aloft by some unknown force.

“Oh, hell no!” Michelangelo cried in a high-pitched voice.

Again, his hand unerringly found Name's and he pulled her off through the cemetery. He took a quick turn and the girl was there. He doubled back, took a different direction and the girl hovered out of the fog. Everywhere they went, she was there. And the more she chased them, the more they could hear her voice, whispering wordless curses all around them.

Another desperate direction and they came back to the monolith. Michelangelo stared at it as if it were a solid brick wall, blocking their path. Behind them, the figure floated, coming closer. He turned around, putting himself between the thing and Name. There was nowhere they could run to get away from this thing.

The head, still covered in a curtain of black, stringy hair, lolled to the side. Then the hair fell away from what it covered. The figure had no face. No eyes or nose. But there was a mouth. The ends pulled up impossibly high in a hideous grimace of a grin. Rows of pointed teeth bared.

Name wanted to scream, but she couldn't get a single sound out of her frozen throat. Michelangelo looked at the creature, then at Name; his expression desperate at first, then his gaze focused on the monolith behind her.

He put his hands on her shoulders. “You trust me, right?”

“Yes,” she managed to get out.

He picked her up, making her cling to him with her arms and legs, thighs digging into his hips. “Hold on tight and don't let go, okay? Hold on as tight as you can.”

She didn't have time to ask what he was doing before he shot off like a rocket, headed straight for the pillar of stone. She grit her teeth, clinging to him with all her might as he charged right into the monolith, shell first. His weight collided with the headstone with solid force and she felt it give way with a deafening crack. The pillar toppled as Michelangelo rolled to the ground on the other side. He slid to a stop on his feet, one arm protectively cradling the softer body wrapped around him.

“Still with me, Babes?”

Though she was shaking, she was unhurt. “Yeah...I'm here. I'm good.”

The faceless thing was gone. Something felt...changed somehow. She couldn't explain it. Michelangelo must have felt it, too. He scooped her up with a “Let's bail.”

Carrying her bridal style, they raced through the cemetery with an uneven stride. His ankle had to still hurt, but he wasn't putting her down. Miraculously, this time, it felt as though their surroundings had opened; released them. And, in the distance, the fog was thinning and there were those beautifully crooked gates and beyond them, the garbage truck.

They both could have cried.

“Guys! Guys!” Michelangelo called out to the night. “Raph! Leo! Don! Where are you guys? We gotta go!”

Out of the fog the three missing brothers came, each from a different direction. At first, Name was relived to see them as Michelangelo set her down. But as they neared, a new fear filled her. They looked awful, haggard. Haunted.

Donatello was wide-eyed, shaking and bloodlessly pale. Leonardo was filthy, swords in his hands and soaking wet. He panted wildly like he had just run a marathon. Raphael was terrifying; splattered in blood.

“Dudes! What happened to you?” Michelangelo demanded. “Did you see it, too? The thing without the face?”

“Without a face?” Raphael squawked. “What are you talking about? That's not what attacked me.”

“Raph, are you okay? Are you hurt?” Name asked in alarm.

Shaking a bit himself, Raphael wiped some blood from his cheek. “Nah. Most of it's not mine. It didn't get me too bad. Did it get you?”

She was confused. “Mikey and I saw this...person—thing in the fog. She didn't have a face but—”

“Wait.” Leonardo cut her off. “You've been with Mikey this entire time?” His voice turned into a hollow whisper. “Then who was with me?”

“I...I also though you were with me.” Donatello said.

They both looked at Raphael who suddenly seemed like he was about to faint.

“Dudes. Let's get the hell out of here.” Michelangelo announced.

That was all that was needed as they practically stampeded for the truck and scrambled inside. Donatello was still shaking and he struggled to start the ignition. Only when Leonardo put a hand on his shaking wrist did he take a moment to breathe deep and steady himself.

The garbage truck roaring to life was the most beautiful sound any of them had ever heard. Donatello turned them around and sent them flying out of there, bumpy road be damned. Name still didn't have her seat belt on. She was trying to check on Raphael. He had several scratches, but he seemed to be telling the truth. The blood on him (and on his weapons, she noticed) wasn't his.

She was about to take her seat when he grabbed her hand. “You're okay, right? You're not hurt?”

She wasn't the one covered in blood, but she humored him. “I'm fine. Oof!” She stumbled as the truck hit a particularly bumpy patch and scrambled for the other middle seat so she could belt herself in. She didn't make it as Michelangelo's arms snatched her up and yanked her into the back. She found herself pressed to his plastron, arms tightly around her.

“Stay with me?” he whispered in her ear. “Stay here next to me.”

She glanced to the front; worried about the others. But the brothers were taking care of one another. Leonardo checked on Raphael, then on Donatello and Donatello made sure Leonardo was okay. All of them were safe in the truck and they were going home. There wasn't much else she could do for him.

And her and Mikey...something new happened tonight, and she didn't want to let go of him either. They still had to finish their conversation.

“Yeah, I'm here. I'll stay right here with you. Always.”

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I hope you guys liked it so far. The next part will (hopefully) be up this weekend if I can find the time.)

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