#because no matter how much pain it causes palm would have never been the one to leave first
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summary: morally insecure reader
type of post: fic
characters: rollo
additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, yuu is at nbc now, hurt/comfort, a little fluffy, extremely self indulgent, rollo is ptsd coded as per usual
Perhaps he didn't know you as well as he thought.
But then again, perhaps he didn't want to.
Rollo had become accustomed to the comfortable home you had made yourself within his mind, warm and comforting and far, far away from the dark crevices he worked so hard to stave off.
It mirrored reality, in a sense; he saw it as his duty to keep you safe and away from all the evils of the world, the magic and sin and those who would lead you astray... some days, he felt that he could shrug the rest of his life off his shoulders and solely devote himself to your keeping. Others, he was bothered by nasty thoughts of doubt, those that told him he was only doing to you now what he couldn't have done all those years ago.
Rollo kept himself occupied enough to avoid thinking about it too much.
He did not see a reason to tell you of his mission, of course. You- pure, perfect, untainted by the sins of this world- wouldn't understand. No one would. But you never questioned it, either. Most days, you were simply happy to be treated well (the implications of which he did not want to dwell on; Rollo had made himself a promise not to pry too much about your experience at Night Raven College).
Always so grateful. So kind. Too kind, sometimes, that it caught him off guard. Rollo had not had a friend since...
...Never mind, that.
So perfect. So pure. Everything he could ever aspire to be, but never would, all captured in one person. An angel sent for him, and him alone.
But just as there were things you wouldn't understand about him, there was a sea of mysteries about you.
He can't imagine how you could cause yourself such grief.
Delicately holding your face between his hands, palms gently pressed to each wet, salty cheek, as if you were made of porcelain. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs, not bothering to pull away to retrieve his handkerchief. He can't even think of that right now. Seeing you in such pain is tearing him into halves.
"I'm a bad person,"
"No," he says, almost immediately. His voice sounds more desperate than he would have liked. He can't help it.
"I am,"
He had already spent thousands of nights wishing for some miracle that could heal unseen wounds, but that desire had become stronger than ever now. He would have gladly torn his heart out of his chest and given it to you if it would help.
He hates it. He hates that you make him feel this way. He hates himself for caring so deeply.
Yet, he still can't hate you.
Never you.
"You're not," he insists. "Tell me what's happened. I will make it better."
You don't respond, and it kills him. However you managed to get such an awful idea about yourself, he can't say. Perhaps it came from Night Raven College. Perhaps it's even older than that.
It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, because it is not true.
It's not true.
It's not true.
After all, if you are a bad person, then what does that make him?
You avoid his eyes. "You can't," there's long pause to take a shaky breath. "You can't make it better. I've tried... I've been trying... it doesn't go away. It's like... I've been shattered into a million pieces, and I can't be put back together again."
Rollo winces, though he doesn't show it on his face.
There are these things you do, these brief moments, soft exchanges of words, certain looks on your face, that remind him all too much of himself.
He pities you. He pities himself.
"Stop it," is all he can think to say. "Do not say such things about yourself. You are not broken. You are not evil. Do you think I would dirty myself by associating with such people?"
You're quiet for a long moment. He does not like the silence, so he keeps talking.
"I cannot address what you won't tell me, thought you should know that no matter what you were told at Night Raven College or elsewhere, here, you are valued. You are wanted. You are the most..."
Rollo hesitates for a moment, taking but a second to compose himself and rephrase whatever it was he was about to say.
"...the most exceptional student I have ever met. Your humility is honorable, but I will not allow you to drown in it. Let yourself feel this, recover, but know that here, at Noble Bell, you are nothing less than an angel."
Failing to find anything else to say, another long silence is cast over the room, though this one significantly less tense than the last. The only noise between the two of you is of crackling fire, though it sounds miles away when he looks at you like this.
Eventually, you speak. "...Thank you,"
"My pleasure," he mumbles, finally releasing the hold he's had on your face for the past several minutes and leaning back to get a better look at you. "...Let me help."
He sits a little closer, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he's done a thousand times before within the private confines of his room. Though, this time feels...
The purple and gold of his handkerchief cloud your vision as he gently dabs at your tears until he's satisfied, which he marks with a soft hum.
"Don't get up yet," he says after, allowing you to lean against his body for much longer than he has before. "The fire is still warm."
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you need to listen to me. i promise that i will never leave you.
this letter is an order for you. i hope you respect my decision.
someone has to leave first. this is a very old story.
never let me go, ep 5 / ep 9
#palmnueng#never let me go#never let me go the series#thai bl#when nueng was the one who used to be so terrified of being abandoned and left alone#and palm was the only one who wanted to stay. through everything. who thought they still had a chance at happiness together despite it all#so nuengdiao felt he had to be the one to leave him in the end#because no matter how much pain it causes palm would have never been the one to leave first#*
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slipping through my fingers (s.b.)
pairing: sirius black x younger potter!reader
summary: something about your relationship with sirius black had never sit quite right with you, and now that he's back after two years of travelling the world, you're beginning to think that you'll soon find out what'll happens if the two of you finally fall over the edge of whatever precipice you've been teetering close to all these years. plus, you've got to work with him all summer, so what's the worst that could happen?
warnings: allusions to sex (minors dni!!!), swearing, more of a miserable sirius this time, reader is self-deprecating and talks about not feeling 'enough' (you are babes x), loads of miscommunication or rather inability to say what you mean (it's me I'M READER), i love drama at a dinner a party sooo
wc: 3.3k+
note: somewhat proud of this so help a girl out by reblogging x
pt i. / pt ii.
Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
The rest of the week flew by much the same. You opened up the shop, shoving the collection of Dickens to stop the door from slamming into you, Sirius crashed in late everyday, so much so that you told him to not even bother apologising (that being said, he hadn’t apologised in the first place). When the two of you spoke, you tried your best to not catch his eye too often.
Instead, you busied yourself with picking up a novel for you to read inbetween the morning and late-afternoon rush. There were always a few stragglers that ventured through the door in between peak hours, and it was only after the third or fourth go-around of a gaggle of teenagers that had stumbled in, giggling and hiding their grins behind their palms, that you realised they were more of a ‘Sirius Black’ fan club as opposed to actual customers.
You let them have at him considering the few moments of peace it gave you.
And maybe if you put down your book or halted your busy hands whilst counting the cash or checking the inventory for the fourth time that day, you might just notice how much it bothered you.
Growing up and finding Sirius in your midst more often than you'd have liked meant countless friendships made and lost over someone or the other wanting just a glimpse of his attention. Anytime you pass the ice cream parlour down the road from your house, you’re reminded of Macy Adams – a pretty thing with pin-straight, jet black hair and pouty lips to complete the look – using you to get to him.
He never let anything go further than an odd flirty comment here and there with your friends (which you’ll admit was kind of him to do considering he was a hormonal teenager at the time), but you were frankly sick of it.
Because you’d never understand why.
Why him? And why you?
You’d never shared that same rose-coloured view of Sirius, never felt the same burst of butterflies from your first teenage crush being him.
Or maybe you had and it was just easier to hate him than it was to like, let alone love, him.
So, yes. It was really starting to get on your nerves, if you were being honest. More than you’d ever care to admit.
What’s worse is that his words from days ago wouldn’t stop playing over in your head, like that one Pink Floyd tape you'd gotten stuck in the receiver and no matter or banging or prodding would get it loose.
And you had that he was right about it all -- that, in many ways, you were miserable about life and love (or lack thereof). Maybe forcing those around you to share those same feelings alleviated some of the pains and aches.
'Cause yes, you were cranky and grouchy and frankly, a bit of a brat more often than not. You blamed it on being the baby of the family, call it youngest child syndrome, but damn it– you had been twelve and mourning your childhood, and now at twenty-something, those aches had yet to subside.
Yet you couldn’t stop it. The hate and the anger and the frustration at a world that had left you behind. Your stomach lurched at the sudden bites of sadness when a day had gone by and you’d not accomplished anything.
So when Sirius flaunts into your kitchen with a hangover and a few hickies down his neck, and your parents pat him on the back, congratulating him for his very existence (at least, you assume that's it) -- it stings. You've hated him for it, always have, but maybe you also loved hi–
No. You couldn’t.
One day, Sirius was scolding James for tugging at your pigtails, and the next, he was pulling them himself.
It didn’t matter anyway. Sirius Black would never be a pivotal part of your life. You’d keep him waiting on the sidelines, only to occasionally bump into him on holidays and during family gatherings. Sure, you you both tossed petty insults at each other every now and again, but other than that, you needn’t see him.
Outside of your nine-to-five at the bookstore, of course.
You returned to the words of the book you’d chosen, pleading with your mind to focus once more. You’d changed the sleeve, not wanting Sirius to see what you were reading so intently.
Was it really so bad? A young girl – nay, a youthful girl, with interests, needs and desires that were essentially unmet for the time being. It was normal to want to read about whirlwind fictional romances, fantasise about having someone close, kissing you, touching you, being yours and no one else’s.
You weren’t about to add to Sirius’ list of things to tease you for by clueing him in on the fact that you were sitting right next to him, reading filthy, irredeemable smut with not a single suitor lined up to help you out.
He was sat behind the counter with you, the store empty, with a journal and fountain pen in hand as he scribbled away about something or the other. You were convinced he was writing angsty poetry about the blonde who’d left him to travel around Amsterdam (yes, the same one he’d met only a week earlier), but something about the furrow between his brows had you questioning such a dismissive assumption.
Sirius peered over at you. You only knew because you’d grown accustomed to the sensation of his eyes watching your every week for the past week. Other than polite exchanges and a question every now and again about the dewey decimal system, you’d not spoken a word to each other.
You weren’t sure if the ceaseless, stabbing pain in your chest was relief or something worse.
Regret?
You were on the verge of telling him off for staring when the door jingled announcing someone’s arrival. Looking up from the blurring words on the page, you were met with the scheming grin of your brother, James.
“Hullo there lovely, lovely, people!” he hollered with only a smidge too much of enthusiasm. You worried his face might get stuck with how wide (and forced?) his smile seemed to be.
“Why are you so happy?” you questioned abruptly, brow raised with suspicion.
“My sweet, innocent, little sister. Is your life so miserable that a singular smile makes you uncomfortable?” he teased in that boyish way of his.
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, reminded of the very similar accusations Sirius had thrown at you last time you two had dared to face each other head on.
You could see– no, feel him straighten next to you at James’ words, arm brushing against yours enough that you tried to discreetly move away.
He looked almost upset when you did finally turn to look at him, but he quickly snapped his attention back to James instead. “Don’t be a dick to your sister, James,” he scolded, and James must not have thought much of the uncharacteristic chide because he continued unperturbed.
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway. I’ve entered your humble store to invite the two of you to a dinner party tonight at ours’. Mum and Dad have offered to take Harry for the night, so a soiree of our first night back on the ‘scene’ since becoming parents seemed in order,” he explained, all flourishing hands and expectant smiles.
“So, can I take it that I'll be seeing the two of you later?”
Sirius nodded immediately but you struggled for an excuse reasonable enough to get out of it.
“I don't know, James. I have so much to do here and– you know– Dad wants the inventory done and all that. It’s really just– yeah. I don’t think so...” You cringed at how you'd managed to stumble over just about every word, hoping, praying, neither James nor Sirius would call you out on your barely concealed attempts to avoid Sirius for at least a few more days.
It was Sirius’ turn to tease you, despite having restrained himself from doing so all week.
“Well shit, mini Potter. You’ve managed to say so much and yet so little at the same,” he pointed out, nudging your side.
You scoffed at him in return, crossing your arms out of protest. “And I saw you do inventory already. In fact, I saw you do it, then do it again, then again and– ah, yes. Again.”
You aimed a glare right at him, and his only response was a hesistant smile.
James stepped in once more with an– “Alright-y then, I will be seeing you both tonight. 7:30pm. Bring a bottle because we don’t have any and Lily is dying for a glass now that she’s not breastfeeding.” He walked the short distance towards the door, called out– “don’t be late” –then disappeared into the bustle on the street.
It took all of two seconds of James being gone before you spun to face Sirius, clouds swarming behind your eyes. “What’d you do that for, Sirius?” you questioned indignantly.
“Well, you see, you were lying and I corrected you. Now you’re going to your brother’s ‘soiree’. Really, I don’t think it’s that complicated, love,” he answered matter-of-factly. “It's not like theere's a genuine reason to not want to go, other than, let's say... avoiding me?" he asked, cautious as if worried you'd bite.
“Well– yes– but– I mean, no that's not it--”
“So I’m right. Right?” he cut in, standing up from the stool with a loud scrape against the floor. He squeezed your shoulder once as he moved out from behind the counter and headed for the aisles of books. “Great, so I’ll see you tonight.”
Well, fuck.
You were reluctant when you stuffed your feet into your shoes and reluctant when you apparated to the (other) Potter’s doorstep, and reluctant, once more, when you knocked on the front door. Only seconds later was Remus swinging the door open. You offered him a shy smile– finding him to be both the most chivalrous and kind of your brother’s friends – before stepping inside and hanging your coat on the peg.
It was only 7:45 but there must have been at least twenty or so people hanging around the living room, glasses in hand with the crackling stereo speakers switching between the Beatles and Slade and the odd Blondie track you were sure Lily had threatened James to include.
“Quite a crowd already,” you noted, hanging back, stiff and awkward, and feeling utterly out of place with your brother’s friends. They were all parents and spouses and had jobs that afforded them a house of their own. They were only a few years older yet miles ahead of where you were, and it was only seeing all of their faces in one room that you realised your own predicament.
“Yeah, I think we all realised it’s been a hot minute since anyone’s thrown any kind of party, so in our eagerness we all showed up about thirty minutes early,” he mused. “Lily was livid. Her hair was still in those curling contraptions.”
“You mean... curlers?” you pointed out, charmed.
“Ah, yes. Curlers,” he teased back.
It was only then that you realised you hadn’t quite had a proper conversation with Remus since, well, ever. And it was nice, normal, and not nearly as infuriating as just about every conversation you’d had with Sirius.
You could feel him staring at you from the corner of your eye, so when he offered to get you a drink – “A raspberry cider, please. Lily keeps them in the cabinet in the kitchen for me,” – you accepted, taking a moment to internally scold yourself for instinctively thinking of him every time something happened to you.
While you waited for Remus to return, you ventured into the hall in search of James. You figured you better make yourself known so he doesn’t accuse you of skiving your own brother’s party.
You only managed a step or two past the threshold when a hand reached for your own, tugging you into the closet.
It was pitch black and you’d been on the verge of letting out a blood-curdling scream before a dim, orange glow bathed the cramped room.
Your vision focused, first, on the hanging tether of the light, and then Sirius’ face behind it. He looked to be somewhere between panicked and restless, and really, it was appropriate considering the beating you were pondering laying out on him.
And you hated to even think it but he looked good. All scruff and unruly hair like he couldn't stop combing his fingers through the strands, and he smelled of pine and wood and books and--
“Sirius?!"
"I can explain--" he began but you held up your hand to silence him. He must have noticed the murderous rage brewing behind your irises because, for once, he did, in fact, stop talking.
"I'm not just-- you can't just-- what the fuck are you doing pulling oblivious girls into closets, you fucking weirdo!” you scolded, your voice coming out as more of a whisper than a shout so as not to alert anyone of your current situation.
“No, Potter, you see, I just wanted to--” and it was amusing, really, to see him struggle for once. Tripping over vowels and consonants like he'd had you (you'd never tell him that though) and every other girl to enter within a metre's radius of him doing so.
“You just what?” you bit out, growing impatient as the seconds passed by.
You wondered if Remus was looking for you now, or if he’d grown bored and moved onto the brunette you knew he had pined after for years.
“Look– if you want to lecture me again about how I’m a miserable, terrible, fucking horrible, even, person– save it. I get it. I know. I’ve heard it from you and James and I’m pretty sure Mum said it to Aunt Ca–”
“No, love, no,” he cut you off, again.
You tried to ignore how that was twice, now, that he’d referred to you so endearingly, so out of character. It bugged you but not for reasons you were willing to admit.
“I mean– yes, I want to talk about that but not to lecture you. Not now. I wanted to apologise,” he continued, forgetting to breathe between words and phrases but it seemed he had set himself in-motion and couldn’t be stopped. “I’ve been a dick, I realise that. And maybe it was a fun little bit between us when we were younger and more stupid–” you frowned at that but let him continue anyway.
“-- But I think we’ve gotten carried away ‘cause, I mean, I sure think Ihave. I said some horrible, untrue things to you that I don’t, not one bit, mean or believe in anyway. And I should have apologised earlier but things were so, so, painfully awkward and you’ve been buried in that book of yours so I just–” he breathed, finally, “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry, love.”
You weren’t sure how to respond or if you were meant to, even, but he was staring all doe-eyed and expectant and freaking cologne of his was all you could smell and really, you blame the prospect of the cider and the scandalous books you’d been reading because you didn’t mean to tug the light off or lean forward and collide with him.
It just happened.
It was dark and quiet and you could feel him go stiff and your own heartbeat droning on in your ears, but it was only when you began to pull away that he surged forward, too.
Pushing, scrambling, gasping into your mouth before shoving the pair of you into the opposite wall, his large palm covering the back of your head so that even whilst he was devouring you in every sense of the word, your heart raced at his tenderness.
Your arms clung to his shoulders, pulling him in in in, until there was not an atom’s worth of space between you. The hand not currently cushioning your head moved to hook your leg around his waist, and you opened willingly, pleadingly, melting the moment he slid, firm, against you.
You sighed into his mouth with every caress of his tongue against your own, and questioned your sanity for following through with the very thoughts you’d fantasised about for weeks, months, maybe even years.
Just as you were reluctant to attend the party in the first place, you were reluctant to pull back even just to breathe but he must have felt the air leaving your lungs as well because he moved to place open-mouthed, wet and searching kisses against your neck and collarbones– biting, sucking, nipping in all the ways he knew how.
Fuck everyone who got him before you’d ever had the chance, but thank God for the skill he had acquired in the meantime.
“Potter,” he groaned against the dampness of your neck, sounding every bit in pain as you were. The coarse hair of his moustache scratched at your skin with every movement of his mouth, and you couldn't help but tangle your fingers into his long strands, holding him in place. “Fuck– I’ve thought about this–” and he never managed to finish before he grew impatient of even himself and returned his mouth to you.
“I– Me too– Oh fuck!” He bit, hard, into your sensitive skin before soothing the sting over with his tongue, planting a final kiss to the spot before moving to cradle your face in his palms. He kissed you, once, twice, a third time for luck you assumed, before you managed to resist for long enough to get your words out.
It took a second for the electricity thrumming inside of you to subside enough for your thoughts to order themselves once more.
You stared at him, pupils dilated, mouth wide in shock, and looking every bit of the mess you felt.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” and they came out before you’d given yourself time to even really process what had just happened, or what you wanted your reaction to be.
You’d seen Sirius defeated, though only ever over the mundane and menial. A stubbed toe on the step he always forgot about that lead into your parents' kitchen, his favourite team losing a Quidditch match, or when the wrong order arriving from the chippy.
But the way his face fell-- sure it was dark but you could just tell.
He froze momentarily, before he stepped away, abrupt and robotic and so not-Sirius in every way you had come to know.
“Sirius I didn't–” you began, but he’d already tugged the light back on and with it, reality came crashing in, occupying the space he had only seconds ago.
“No, no. You’re right, Potter,” he said, sounding every bit as lifeless as he looked now that you could actually see him.
He wouldn’t raise his gaze to meet your own, to see you pleading, silent, but pleading, that no, I lied, it wasn’t a mistake, in fact I want to do just that, more and more. And unlike every other moment in your life, for once, you couldn’t get the words out past your lips.
At least, not the right ones.
“I’m sorry,” you tried, gentle. You mourned the return of that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach as your chest threatened to cave in on itself.
How was it that you felt worse than when you’d first gotten here?
Only this time it was no one’s fault but your own.
“No need to apologise, love.” He paused for a beat, glancing at the door before following through on the thoughts telling him to leave it at that before things got worse, and slipped out of the door.
The light was still on and you noticed the shoes lined up neatly on one of the racks. Coats and jackets and umbrellas hung on the rod in front of you. Above it, there was a shelf with helmets, badminton rackets and a netball.
There were things all around you, but you’d never felt so lonely.
You could feel the cold seeping into the space around you, one that was filled with his body heat only moments earlier.
It took everything in you to not break down right then and there.
Instead, you stepped out into the hall and plastered a smile on your face, hoping you’d make it to your room before the dam broke.
I have a rough plan of the final two chapters but eee i hope y'all enjoyed this :))
#sirius black#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#the marauders era#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius black angst#sirius black fluff#sirius black smut#sirius black imagine
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Blade Imagines
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How unfortunate of you.. here you tried your best to parry his attacks, although it became futile as the impact of both of your weapon makes you stumble yet remains on your feet, putting all your weight and grip on your hands and feet.
Blade had a sinister smile on his face, his look makes it clear that he wants to kill, only spill blood with the use of his sword.
The mara..
"Blade!" You called for his name, as much as possible trying to avoid wounding him, yet what difference does it make? He heals, the wound heals. You groan when he kicks you on your side, barely blocking it with your other hand when you notice in the peripheral vision of yours, still you went flying due to the force he puts to kick you.
You groan, and a shadow looms over you just when you open your eyes Blade was in the air with the sword ready to strike you down. Rolling over to avoid him, all you did was parry, avoid his attacks, never once you inflicted a wound, your weapon never makes contact with his immortal body.
Standing up, you look around for a mere moment before you block his sword again, stupid enough to use your arms which causes you to bleed.
Fuck..
You kick him on his stomach as you try to form a plan to calm his mara down.
Blade was quick to get up, he fight and fights like he was made for it. You're getting tired, and beginning to be reckless, your moves faltering as your body began to hurt from the wound and slashes he inflicted.
All you did was avoid and block, yet with his brute force it even took an energy out of you.
"Why would you say that?"
"The mara... In my case, it is different from others. I can't trust myself to be with you if it strikes once more." He spoke in almost a whisper. Blade remains to lay his head on your lap as you play with his hair.
It has been a while since he showed this much affection, you know of his lack of showing and touch. Thus this moment, you always cherish it whenever he lets himself be vulnerable to you, only you.
Blade has his hand on your thighs, his thumb caressing the flesh as he stares from the distance, but your eyes remain on him, not on the stunning view you were staring at just a few moments ago before he came.
"Is it why you are always hiding from me?" You chuckle, braiding his hair messily. Blade didn't answer.
"It does not matter, as long as you return to me, it is enough." You kissed his hair, and Blade turns to look at you. He palms your cheek which you lean on to.
"I want you to run away from me when the mara strikes."
"Is there nothing I can help you to calm it down?" You worry, because you know there will be a day you have to face him with the intent to kill anything that he deems killable.
"I don't know. Kafka is the only one that can control it."
Then you have hope, you smile, "I'll make sure to call her when you are not yourself."
In a secluded place, with your phone being broken by Blade, there was no hope of calling the only person that can calm him. You are alone with Blade, he made sure you would be so that no one can interrupt your one sided battle.
"Blade, it's me." You tried to call him, summoning your weapon when he strikes again and you fall on your feet from the force. He grabbed your arm tightly which causes you to drop your weapon and he kicks it away from you, from his grip you are sure he broke your hand, making you scream in pain.
Had there been many times you've been wounded while protecting your home, you are familiar with the pain, still.. it hurts.
Your back meets the wall when Blade kicks you, and you feel your ribs being broken from the impact.
It hurts.
Everything hurts.
You know of the pain, but not this pain where the love of your life inflicts the pain.
You try to sit up with the remaining strength you have, leaning on the wall. With the blurry sight, you see Blade making his way towards you, the sword on his hand glows faintly. You look at his face, there is nothing you can read, whether there will be a hurt look on his face, or regret, anything. But there was none. Perhaps the task on his mind was to kill you, maybe that you can formulate as he stands in front of you.
Your chest hurts, it was only then you had realized that his sword plunged on your chest.
Ah, this must be it for me.
You both look at each other, one that shows no emotion, the other with a pained expression. You lift your hand to hold the bandaged hand that impaled you.
"My love... Are you satisfied?" You mumbled, each time you opened your mouth the pain in your chest worsened, but you continued.
You tried to pull out the sword, but he pushed deeper, causing you to groan in pain, he kept you pinned on the wall with his sword.
He won't even let himself be touched by you.
With the strength you have left, you still tried to reach for him, your hand meeting his face and you pull him closer and gentle, eager to at least kiss him before you go.
"Blade.."
You never knew if your lips met his.
#blade angst#blade x reader#hsr blade#blade x y/n#blade x you#blade x female reader#hsr#honkai star rail#hsr x reader
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Petulant - Sebastian Sallow x F!MC
Tags: Rivals to Lovers, Fluff, Slice of Life, First Kiss
A/N I'm trying to be kinder to myself when it comes to my writing. I usually share longer pieces but I have so many little bits of fluffy drabble and I'm trying to remember writing is meant to be fun and not every one-shot needs to be perfect.
Palms flat on the jetty Sebastian hoisted himself out of the water. Cursing violent profanities as he shook his hair out like a wet dog as he scrambled onto the dock. Shaking whether with rage or because the frigid water of the black lake had chilled him to the bone. She wasn’t sure.
Not that she cared.
Sebastian deserved it for being such a petulant pain in her arse. And little water never killed anyone; no matter how many unsavoury creatures lurked in its murky depths.
He’d practically goaded her into shoving him off the jetty. It had only been a matter of time before one of them retaliated against this little bonding exercise of Hecat’s. If he'd seen the opening first she'd be the one drenched and spluttering - she was sure of it.
Having to endure sharing a potions station where they could use Gareth as a buffer was one thing. But being forced to spend her precious and most sacred Sallow-free hours, in the freezing cold catching Grindalow's as punishment was beyond the pale. All because they caused a teensy fire that was entirely Sebasitan’s fault when a duel had gotten out of hand.
Really what had Hecate expected to achieve with this cruel and unusual detention? That they’d return to the castle thick as thieves? Strike up a newfound camaraderie that would want to make her do anything besides hex the smarmy git?
Impossible. Their professor was far too optimistic and this exercise had been doomed from the start.
“Enjoy your swim?” she sneered. Perhaps it hadn’t been an entire waste of time. At least now she could savour this mental image of him sopping wet and looking utterly ridiculous.
Regaining his balance and rising to his full height, Sebastian stalked towards her. Face like thunder stopping mere inches away from her to glare down his nose. Droplets of water falling from his hair onto her cheeks. She swatted them away wrinkling her nose in disgust which only seemed to enrage him further.
"You. Are the most immature. Insufferable. Petulant witch, I've ever had the displeasure to meet. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t hex you on the spot! Why exactly did you feel the need to throw me in the bastard lake?”
He was standing so close to her she should really step away but her feet were practically glued to the spot. Standing so close his hot breath ghosted across her cheeks. So close in fact, she could see his freckled skin through the shirt which clung to every inch of him. Sheer white leaving absolutely nothing to her imagination.
How she'd never noticed quite how large Sebastian had gotten until he was impressing down on her was a mystery. A realisation that came too little too late as she’d turned their altercations physical.
No matter where she looked there seemed to be more of him. Broad shoulders heaving with every laboured breath. Water beading in sparse hairs on his chest which peaked out from over his open-top buttons. Muscles in his jaw and neck twitching in agitation.
Her eyes of their own volition had begun to meander down his stomach following the trail of hair wondering exactly how far they went before she caught herself. Wrenching them up again to his face, before she saw if the cling of his soaking tartan trousers exposed just as much of him as his shirt. Half terrified of what she'd find; the other half disgusted with her own desire to look. She didn't know what kind of feelings it would invoke but by the heat pooling low in her abdomen - she could hazard a guess.
“Have you got nothing to say for yourself?”
She blushed wildly. Mouth flapping open and closing like a fish out of water. Trying to stamp down the unwelcome feeling that made her want to press her thighs together.
He blinked at her. Dark eyebrows lowering sceptically. "You're staring."
"I am not!” she spluttered. Trying to recapture the feeling of overwhelming irritation she’d felt the precise moment she’d thrown him overboard. “An obnoxious idiot just happens to be shouting his head off in my eyeline."
"You're blushing." He smirked, voice giddy with amusement as if he'd finally cracked some impossible puzzle. Her hands snapped up to clasp her burning face to hide the evidence. His tongue darted across his bottom lip licking off water. Which only made her cheeks burn hotter.
"Is that why you pushed me in? Wanted to get a good look?"
"I wanted you to shut your mouth and stop whinging for five minutes so I could have some bloody peace. But it seems to have had the opposite effect - you're chatting even more bollocks than before."
"So this why you’re so insufferable all the time. This-” He gestured down to his dishevelled albeit to her utter dismay, not unappealing state of undress. “Is your idea of flirting?”
“Flir- Flirting? You must have knocked your head on your way down.”
“Merlin. This is rich - You’d be pulling on my pigtails if I had them."
"No. I. Wouldn't!"
Foot stomping hard on the rickety planks in frustration. Rather childish and definitely not her proudest display. It did little to prove her argument and instead to her dismay only seemed to make Sebastian grin wider.
"You fancy me." Not a question. He declared it like he’d won some imaginary battle.
"I absolutely do not."
He leaned further towards her she could see the glint of triumph in his brown eyes. She swallowed hard eyes flicking towards his lips and back again.
"Liar.”
Strong hands seized her face and knowing he’d won - Sebastian crashed his lips into hers. They were wet and cool against hers from his tumble into the lake as he kissed her. But so soft and inviting in a way she didn’t think anyone's flesh could be it made her head spin. His fingers tangled in her hair, mouth moving demanding against hers.
Her knee jerked instinctively towards his most precious area but faltered, along with the last of her pride. She could not seem to find the will to pry herself away. Sebastian’s teeth grazed her bottom lip requesting access. She gasped in surprise and he slid his tongue past her parted lips. A shudder ran through her as his tongue flicked against hers.
He groaned into her mouth, as her tongue matched his motions in maddening strokes. A sound under normal circumstances she would have mocked him mercilessly for only made her kiss him back more feverishly. Regrettably, her hands were just as traitorous as her tongue. Following the curve of broad shoulders, she felt the muscles underneath firm from years of duelling. Admitting defeat she dared to go further tangling in his wet hair. Pulling gently hoping it would elicit more sinful sounds from Sebastian.
A deep well of desire now pooled in her gut all rational thoughts drowned in. She failed miserably to stifle her own strained moan as large hands encircled her waist pulling her flush against him. Skin practically burning despite the frigid temperatures.
A truly pathetic whimper of protest escaped her lips as Sebastian pulled away from their kiss. Leaving her breathless and dizzy even as the cold rushed in. No longer able to leech his warmth she shamefully realised how close their bodies had been pressed together from the chill of her damp clothes.
He stepped back and if she was capable of forming a coherent thought she would have hexed the smug look off his ridiculous, handsome, infuriating face.
"Now. I'm going to go and get out of these wet clothes before I catch a death," Sebastian said. As casually as if he was observing the weather and had not just spent the last five minutes snogging the supposed most insufferable witch he’d ever met. Turning quickly on his heels he began striding towards the boat house. Leaving her open-mouthed cheeks burning from the frigid wind lapping at the wet hand print on her cheek or with shameful unwanted desire she wasn't sure. Calling back over his shoulder. A roughish smile pulled on freckled cheeks. A devilish glint in his eye. "If you're ready to stop being such a brat - I'll let you help."
She groaned inwardly, legs following him across the jetty seemingly of their own accord. Powerless to stop herself and praying no one would see her shameless pursuit.
She knew he'd never let her live this one down.
Not that she cared.
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Daybreak
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader
Warnings: none
Summary: You've tried to help your husband. Yet, you are forced to watch the wrong person getting crowned...
Wordcount: 1.9k
A/N: So, maybe many of you cannot relate to this. The idea came to me while I listened to the song 'Daybreak' by Dimash Qudaibergen. But I just had to write this because as someone who has to fight with very intense emotions, I can relate to this so unbelievably well. My heart broke for both Aemond and Aegon during the crowning scene. Aemond may be the villain of House of the Dragon, but it wasn't really his choice. No one gets born this malicious, one is made this way. And even when it actually is a deliberate choice at some point, growing up in a family like the Targaryen's only means that this attitude is forced upon you without a real chance to escape it.
English isn't my first language, please forgive any mistakes!
Stiffly, you stood together with your family-in-law on the podium in the Sept. Thousands of citizens were gathered in the hall, squeezing each other in order to get in to be able to see the crowning of Aegon II Targaryen. Your facial expression was completely blank and shock cursed through your body, causing to numb every emotion and dull every sense, and coldness slowly seeped into your bones. It's been three years now since you got married to Aegon's younger brother Aemond Targaryen. The both of you hadn't had a great start. Mean words and accusations had been thrown in both directions and you had actually hit him one or two times. He was the only person in this world that could get you riled up this much. And he also was the only person that you loved more than your own life.
You hadn't been able to avoid to fall in love with him. The both of you had partially been forced to spend time together and over the course of months, you had come to know Aemond better. You knew of his favorite things, of the things he hated, of his doubts and dreams. Especially his dreams. They were ones you shared. Having spent three years in his family, you knew as much as Aemond that he was a better man than his brother. He should be the one to be crowned today. Instead, he stood next to you, as stiffly as you yourself, his eye looking over the crowd with no emotion. Your fingers were intertwined with his and you could feel the warmth of his hand on your palm. Normally, it was reassuring and calming. But today, it did nothing to you.
You felt completely numb as you watched the kingsguard enter the Sept and build a corridor in the crowd for Aegon to go through. The tips of your fingers became cold and your breath slightly hitched in your throat, barely audible. One second later, you could feel the gaze of your husband on you, almost burning the right side of your face with its intensity. Of course he had heard you – he would always hear you, no matter where you were or how far away. It was your special bond that you both shared with each other after your Valyrian marriage; a bond that had developed with hate and rage, pain and tears, and that had turned into care and happiness, passion and love over time. The surroundings receded into the background, only noticeable at the edge of your field of vision as your empty eyes followed Aegon walking through the crowd. Somewhere distant in your mind, you registered that he seemed as unhappy and desperate as you felt right now deep down.
The events passed you by in a blur. You vaguely heard the Septon speak from far away, not able to follow the words that were spoken; you saw Aegon accepting his fate, the crown on his head, and you barely managed to hold yourself together as the searing pain that you had buried deep within you for today began to rise to the surface. But you held on. Because you knew that right now was not the time to lose it. You knew the pain Aemond held within himself that he never allowed to be seen. You knew of his childhood and youth, full of the bullying from his siblings and nephews, the lost of his eye, the expectations especially his mother had with him which he hadn't been able to meet, and his burning wish to follow his father on the throne after Viserys' death, to prove himself. Your hand that still held Aemond's became completely cold, even his warmth couldn't prevent it as you saw your meticulously detailed plan going down the drain right in front of your eyes. You knew that Aegon didn't want to be king, as much as Aemond and you didn't want him to be.
You couldn't explain when it all had started to go down the hill. Everything had been perfect. A few days before this important day, you had spoken to Aegon after having gone through everything with Aemond beforehand, how you wanted to do it. You had explained it in detail to Aegon and he had not hesitated to give his approval. One of the preparations had been to bribe the right people who you knew would support you to make Aegon disappear. They had agreed to help you because they had been able to see in Aegon's face and attitude that he did not want to be king. After everything was prepared, everything had gone smoothly today, almost as if everyone around you just wanted to play into your cards. Aegon had disappeared to hide above the dragonpit where no one would suspect him and would just have waited for an opportunity to board a ship to leave Westeros. Even when Aemond had come to you to tell you that his mother had sent out Ser Criston in order to search for Aegon, you had known that this wouldn't change anything.
And yet, here you stood, helplessly watching how the wrong man got crowned.
You could feel tears bubbling up in your throat and swallowed hard to keep them at bay. Still not the right time. You were thankful that Rhaenys Velaryon freed her dragon and disturbed the crowning ceremony, causing utter chaos and pain as her dragon hurt and killed people. You barely registered Aemond pushing himself in front of you to protect you, his hand on the right side of your hips to reassure himself that you were in fact behind him. You saw Rhaenys escape with her dragon as they tried to close the doors to prevent both her and the people from fleeing. But what happened next, you didn't know. You had a few flashing pictures of the kingsguard escorting you through the Red Keep to your chambers, which you shared with Aemond. The door was quietly closed behind you, but you didn't react at first. You still felt eerily numb, though the ripping pain was lurking beneath the surface, and you couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened during the last hour in your life.
Your gaze wandered out of the window at an extremely slow pace while your heartbeat started to quicken as your brain tediously began to catch up with what had happened. You knew that your emotions would nearly kill you the moment they would start to devour you. You tried to hold it back, to give yourself more time to maybe prepare a little bit for what was about to come. But you couldn't. The first sob escaped your throat mere seconds after you felt the barrier that you had built around your feelings begin to crumble down. The quite rustling of clothes somewhere beside you drew your attention and you saw Aemond standing a few feet away from you as your gaze flickered over to him, looking completely desperate, pained, and defeated.
It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair that the man you loved with every fiber of your existence had to suffer this much.
Something finally snapped somewhere in your mind. Burning pain ripped through you, hatred for Queen Alicent and her father melted your intestines and rage flowed through your veins like liquid fire. The first chalice crashed against the wall with a loud noise, accompanied by your furious scream. Everything had been perfectly planned, even Aegon had agreed to your plan and had supported you. And now, here you were, damned to see your soulmate suffer. The next chalices, glasses, and plates were thrown through the room, clattering to the ground and crashing against the walls, splintering into a thousand pieces just like your soul did at the sight of Aemond. You weren't able to hold yourself back; blankets, pillows, cups, plates, chairs, and books were thrown through the room by you while you simultaneously screamed your throat raw. For you, it was the only way to handle this all-surrounding pain, rage, and hatred within you that chewed venomously at you and devoured you whole. Tears were streaming down your face and your silver-blonde hair was an absolute mess, the long strands completely tangled, but you couldn't care any less.
Nothing was anymore where it had been before. Even the table had got toppled over by you in your rage. You didn't even really notice that you grabbed the glass vase that stood on the windowsill with pretty flowers in it – a gift from Aemond's mother yesterday. Now it seemed to mock you. Before you could do something more, your knees finally gave way due to exhaustion, but that didn't stop you. As soon as you were sitting on the ground, you slammed the vase onto the stone with your hand still attached. The physical pain that shot through your hand as a big piece of glass cut deeply into your palm, was what brought you finally back a little bit. Your voice went quiet and soundless sobs shook your whole body, big tears still streaming down your cheeks and dropping to the ground and on your dress. You could see the dark color of a pair of breeches as Aemond knelt on the ground next to you, carefully taking your injured hand into his own.
“Please,” you sobbed. Your throat was sore and hurt, your voice hoarse and raspy, cracking at the end and almost swallowing the next words you choked out, “Please, Aemond, make it stop. It hurts so bad.”
Another wave of tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him. New pain tore your heart to shreds the moment you saw the wet shimmer staining his beautiful face. “I know,” he whispered, his own voice breaking and thus barely audible. He looked down at your hand again, turning it around and inhaling sharply when he saw the large shard of glass that stuck in your hand, drawing blood that already started to drop to the ground, accompanying the new tears that streamed down your cheeks.
“It hurts,” you breathed. There was no need for you to explain to Aemond that you didn't mean your hand. Your other hand came up and the tips of your fingers grazed his hairline and the upper part of his forehead, lovingly and soothing. “I am sorry,” you whispered, causing his head to snap up again to look at you. “I have failed you, my love.”
You could see the pain in his eye as you said these words. “No,” he contradicted you and shook his head. “No, you didn't fail me, Y/N. You gave everything I could have asked for, and even more.”
“Avy jorrāelan, ñuhyz zaldrīzes,” you said weakly and finally started to calm down, exhaustion slowly settling in. “So much that it hurts.” (I love you, my dragon.)
“I know,” was all Aemond said to this. “I can feel it.” He grabbed the shard of glass carefully and started to pull it out, causing you to contort your face in pain. “We will fix this, byka mēre, I promise you.” (little one.)
“Okay,” you sniffed and wiped the tears from his cheek. All that you wanted was to see him happy, truly happy. It had become the center of your life the moment you realized that you loved this man that was still a broken little child deep down. You knew that sitting on the Iron Throne with that crown upon his head was what would make him truly happy.
And you would give everything to get him on that throne. In the end, even your own life.
Maybe one day, I'll write another part, but I just had to get that off my chest.
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Big men, who you swear you could beat in a fight but in reality it wouldn’t take an ounce of strength from him to completely crumble you to pieces whenever he wants. His big and beefy body being able to crush your bones under a few seconds. Taking action and simply folding you under them whenever he hears your statement of you being way stronger than him. Palms bigger than yours, fingers longer and thicker, comparing yours to his, your fingertips reaching just about past his second knuckles, him holding your wrists together above your head, knees next to you on both side of you as his weight pushed you further and further into the mattress and not being able to get out of his grasp no matter how much you’re tossing around; or scooping you up and throwing you around anytime and everywhere he wants. And don’t even get started on the oh but i’m bigger body type. These men literally does not give a flying fuck about it, he will do it anyways.
Big and soft men, who would never hurt you from their will since causing hurt to you in any form or shape could make him lose his mind. Also protecting you from everything that means a possible danger to you, showing no mercy to anyone who in fact isn’t you. And when it comes to times when you get hurt and the cause is indeed him, he internally eats himself up from the inside about how could he been so thoughtless when he promised to himself all he will give to you is pure love and affection. It takes a few caresses on his cheeks and a couple of kisses and he’s already melted in your arms, only focusing on you and the thought of beating himself up is completely forgotten.
Big, soft and mean men, who could tease you all night, ‘till dawn, because what could you do? Punch him? Yes, you could try but we all know it’s nothing against him. So you just patiently wait there, looking pretty, while they’re mercilessly play games with you. These men can also rail you until you basically and literally see stars, going at a relentless pace without faltering the hold they have on you. Nails bruising your hips, thighs and waist every single time you’re together and by now you just learned to handle it in silence. You did try to warn him about it and they learned from it for brief 5 minutes at max, then lust covered their vision once again and got back to his usual behavior, we could say that he almost snapped his hips against you even more greedily this time. But even then, they don’t do this out of will… most of the times..
And it gets even ‘worse’ when your pretty fingers doesn’t even reach around his girth, struggling there with both of your hands, sitting between his muscled thighs and choking you with every inch you take further into your mouth. Him fucking into your mouth, not giving you any breaks or time to collect yourself, he doesn’t bother to stop himself and by the time, he’s the one who guides your head up and down on him. Tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, ready to spill. Oh how much he loves to see your face contorted like this, your cheeks flushed deep red and lips swollen. It could be almost enough to make him come just from that sight, feeling him twitch in your mouth and in response a muffled moan escaped your throat, sending vibrations through his body, up his spine, making him throw his head back immediately. His palms almost stuck in your hair, gripping and pulling on your well-cared locks like his life depended on it but you just couldn’t feel it from the ache of your jaw, the pain was stronger and by the time he could finish, all your nerves went numb.
So in conclusion, was he stronger than you? Yes. And will you ever admit it? Well, probably no. ♡
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blade x reader - edging, sensory play
imagine: blade has been toying with the idea of giving you an experience you'll never forget. all you have to do is trust him.
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cw: overstimulation, blindfolding, edging with no release, sensory play. adult content under the cut, no minors
trust me.
It'll feel good; that's what Blade had said. He promised. No matter how dumb or strange or silly you feel now, that'll melt away once you learn to let go and trust him. And so, you agree to close your eyes; to allow Blade to tape down your twitching eyelids and place a tight mask around them; a complete blackout. You lie there, naked on top of your bed, and wait.
"Let the rest of your senses wake up," Blade whispers - you want to flinch, but he isn't touching you, he's nowhere near you. The mattress creaks and lifts a little, indicating that Blade has stood up, and slowly, your ears begin to pick out more sounds, small ones; like his feet on the floorboards. There's smells, too - the scented candles burning on the nightstand, Cinnamon and Vanilla. Blade’s face lit up when you agreed to try this, and he doesn't do things half heartedly. "Relax...," you can feel the hairs stand up on the back of your neck; Blade is right beside you, his voice and breath hot on your ear. Then there's another sound, like a sucking, slurping sort - and when Blade presses his lips to yours, your mouth fills with the taste of strawberries and fruits. Had he been chewing gum? Or eating a lollipop?
"Don't let your shoulders tense up like that...," Blade’s soft, careful words. His fingertips are just the same, delicate, grazing across your skin and tracing a slow, lazy trail down your neck, across your collarbones, and then... a bit more pressure; Blade pressing the side of his hand against your throat, chuckling - oh, so pleased - at the sound of your hitched breaths. "You always love that," he tuts. "Does it feel better when you don't know what's coming?"
You clench involuntarily, and he nods. "You look so pretty right now...," Blade drags his finger across your skin again, down towards your breasts. More creaking of the bed; he's straddling your hips and lowers his head with his tongue stuck out; gently swirling it around one of your hard nipples, then blowing on it.
"Ahh, Blade...,"
"Mhhm?"
You’re arching your back as Blade wraps his lips around your nipple this time, sucking and biting at it, the pain almost enough to distract you from the fact that Blade’s hand has slipped between your thighs - almost. The second you feel his palm hovering against his cunt, you buck your hips forward, whining. "Sweetie," Blade tuts, patronizing, nuzzling into your chest. "Already? You want me there already?"
"N-need...,"
"But we haven't even gotten to the fun part...,"
Your cheeks flush and your hands ball into impatient fists; Blade probably notices and raises his eyebrows; you don’t need your vision to know your boyfriend's facial expressions, and Blade loves nothing more than to pretend your bratty ways don't get him off. The only reason it annoys him is because he finds it hard to say no to you; and he doesn't want to give in easily, especially not now. Especially not when he'd been planning so much - tickling your feet and teasing your asshole and gently spanking you when you don’t expect it. Pulling your hair and forcing you to deepthroat his cock, blind and obedient, swallowing his load and really tasting and hearing and feeling what you do to him. Oh, there's so much on Blade’s mind, but your cunt is soaking wet already, and he can't resist running two fingers along your slit, sucking on them to get a mouthful of your sweet, gorgeous taste; and your spreads your legs because you know Blade, know he can't...
"Ah, ah," he warns, tapping your knee. "Impatient."
You reach out, trying to grab his hand or some body part to pull him back over, but it's in vein - all Blade does, though it takes so much inner strength to walk away, is let out a breathy laugh, and leaves you lying there.
The sound of a bedroom door closing and locking behind him. "I'll be back. Don't you dare touch yourself. I'll know."
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Another request💕💕💕 hurt/comfort 💕😭
Male reader x Adam were reader feels like he isn't enough for Adam and all ways flinchs, he got that from his parents who were abusive ( you can skip this if you not comfortable) 💕
Who will Adam react?
If you can thank you 💕💕💕
I've got you hun! This is basically the headcanons but I turned em into a story, hope that's fine by you, xoxo/p
Lonely Eyes
pairing: Adam x male!reader
warnings: language, mentions of past abuse, trauma response
note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers
It was quite hard for you to believe he actually loved you the way you loved him - you weren't saying he was lying to you, he was acting too kind for that, but it felt like every second he could see someone hotter than you, someone more attractive than you and leave you for them. Because in God's holy name, why would someone as handsome, someone as cocky date someone like you? You didn't know, there was no way that made it make sense.
You were constantly drowning in thoughts that told you you weren't enough, that he deserved better than you, in hell's seven rings, he couldn't even touch you without you flinching away. No hugs, no cuddles, no casual touches like having him wrap his arm around you. You always flinched away from his touch, no matter how soft it was.
It was a very obvious trauma response from when you had been alive. Your dad had been abusive, the man had hit you whenever he could, if there had been no reason, he had made one up.
Adam knew about that and he understood, well he did to a certain level.
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“Y/N,” Adam said as he entered the living room, you looked up from the book you were reading, “I wanna talk to you about something.” Oh fuck. That was it. He had finally had enough of your bullshit and was going to break up with you now. “Let’s get this over quickly,” you sighed, sadness washed over your entire body language and Adam frowned in confusion, “What?” You looked up at him, “You wanna shatter my fucking heart and break up with me? Do it quick.” You tossed your book to the side and got up from the couch. It had only been a matter of time after all, better sooner than later, it would make the pain more bearable.
“The fuck are you talking about, babes? No one's gonna break up with your fucking ass,” the brunette stated as he walked over to you. His hands slowly came up to cup your face but he stopped right before touching your warm skin, he wanted your approval. You slowly leaned into his big palm and smiled a little when his thumb caressed your cheek. “No?” you asked, completely drowning in this sweet sensation, “Are you sure?” Adam looked baffled, then responded, “Am I sure? Am I sure? Babes,” he moved your head a little which caused you to open your eyes and look at him, “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my fucking life. I fucking love your ass, babes, ain't no way I'm giving you up.” Words of affirmation seemed like a lie to you, well they usually did. But with Adam? He seemed to be honest about it and while you still didn't understand how he could love someone like you, you chose to enjoy his company, love and affection for as long as he intended to stay. It was simply the best thing you could do.
“So the thing I wanted to talk about,” the first man brought up the original topic that conversation was supposed to be about, “What would you say if I told you that I got us a table in that fancy ass restaurant you like so much?”
Your eyes beamed at him.
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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 2 (Steddie X You)
Warnings with some notes: Soft Dom Steddie and Singer Reader, Smut and angst, reader has flashbacks of her fight with Simon from the last chapter (Domestic violence trigger!), her need to numb with alcohol and drugs is touched on briefly, Eddie alludes to his past with his dad.
This chapter does deal with some darker themes of Y/N feeling like she's nothing because toxic people have made her believe that. Please never forget that you matter and your feelings ARE valid <3.
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Your eyes snapped open to darkness as the images from your nightmare were slowly beginning to fade away. Nightmares weren’t new for you but this one involving Simon trying to hurt you was. It took you moment as you sat up to catch your breath to remember you weren’t alone in your guest bedroom tonight.
Ever the gentlemen, even though you asked them to sleep in bed with you, both men had fallen asleep as close to the edge that they could and on top of your covers. Eddie was facing you, his arms folded against his chest as he slept. Steve’s chest gently rose and fell as his head remained angled towards the bedroom door.
Without jostling the bed too much, you crawled out from under your blanket and headed for the kitchen to grab a glass of water. You stared at the whiskey bottle on the counter, frozen in place as the night’s events played through your mind.
Simon was already irritable when you came back from having lunch with the guys but after telling him where you were he had gotten extremely jealous.
“They are security, not your fucking friends. Why are you having lunch with them?!”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe cause they earned it. They did protect your girlfriend from a mob last night.”
“A mob? Seriously? You’re so fucking dramatic.”
“You wouldn’t know because you weren’t fucking there even though you said you would be!”
“Are you fucking them?”
“I’m not even going to entertain that with an answer.”, you scoff.
Simon’s arm shoots out, gripping your biceps tightly as you whine in pain. “You will fucking entertain it. Tell me now or I swear to God, Y/N…”
“Let. Me. Go.”
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Simon. Oh my god. You caught me.”, you respond sarcastically as you widen your eyes in jest. “I just met them last week and I swear…I couldn’t get them inside me fast enough. Even though I’ve been planning an album, tour, and singing at the concert I had, I still had enough time to just blow their minds. It only takes 2 minutes, right, baby? ‘In and out’ At least that’s how I refer to our sex life.”
His palm collided with your cheek hard, knocking your back into the adjacent wall.
“I have never once heard you or any other fucking woman complain. You think you’re so smart and perfect. Let me tell you, sweetie, you’re not. You’re just like every other fucking small-town whore who comes to the city to become ‘something’. There is absolutely nothing special about you, babe, and deep down you know that. That’s why you ply yourself with drugs and fucking liters of vodka. You. Are. Nothing.”
A tear escapes down your eye and you scold yourself internally for letting him see how much his words were hurting you. Abruptly, you lift you knee, hitting his stomach, and running to your bedroom as he howls in pain.
“Sweetheart?”
“Jesus!” You jump as the glass in your hand falls to the ground.
“Hey. Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright?”, Eddie asked, hands held up in surrender as he slowly moves towards you.
“Yeah, I…shit. I didn’t hear you come in.” As you start to step forward, his hand reaches out to lightly grab your forearm.
“No. Don’t move. You aren’t wearing any shoes or slippers. Let me clean this up for you.”
You couldn’t help but softly giggle as he bent down to get the big pieces of glass with his hands. “Neither are you.”
“True but my feet aren’t as pretty as yours. I mean with the…”, he gestures towards your pedicured toes.
“Are you…security guarding my feet, Mr. Munson?”
A small smirk slides across his face as he rises and throws the pieces into the trash before reaching into a nearby closet to grab a broom.
“You could say that. They are a part of you and I’m supposed to protect you so… plus I like the pastel purple color thing you got going on there.”
“It’s my favorite color. Usually my nails have to match the outfit but depending on my shoes I can have that be any color really so I always choose purple.” Eddie’s grin grows as he nods his head, finishing his task and putting everything away. “Thank you…again…for tonight.”
“Of course. Probably a silly question but how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”, you lie.
He nods again, his fingers tracing your arm where Simon had grabbed you. You tried not to flinch but it hurt too much. The metalhead opens your freezer and takes the first frozen, bagged item he sees before waving you to follow him as he heads for your couch.
Carefully, he places the cold object on your bruises making you wince.
“Growing up, when I had bruises like these, my mom would put peas or steak on my wound and tell me that it had healing powers. For a while I believed her because the next day the cuts and bruises didn’t hurt as bad.”
“Were you just a rough and tumble kid? Why did you get hurt so much?”
“My father would probably tell you it’s because I deserved it.” His beautiful brown eyes met yours, telling a story that he couldn’t just yet.
“Oh…”
“Is everyone ok?” Steve sleepily sauntered into the living room and tossed himself onto one of your comfy chairs.
“Took you long enough, Stevie. She’s been up for…”, Eddie glances at his watch. “…15 minutes. Give or take.” He chuckles at your shocked expression. “You were mumbling in your sleep and then kind of groaned when you woke up. That fully woke me up. I thought you were getting something to drink and then coming back. When you didn’t, I went searching till I found you staring into the void of the kitchen counter.”
“Yeah. I kind of got lost in thought for a moment.”
“Can we ask what you were thinking about?”
You turned towards the other boy, unsure if you should be honest.
“I was going over the fight Simon and I had.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really. I’d rather talk about you guys.”
“I have an idea. Why don’t we make some breakfast, get some coffee, and then you can ask us anything you want to.”
“Ok. I don’t have many foods in here but…” Your eyes follow Steve as he stands up and heads for your kitchen.
“Hm. I see eggs and bacon.” He starts pulling ingredients out and placing them on the counter, pausing to look at you. “Are you going to come help me or not?”
You giggle as you head his way, not noticing when Eddie smiles after you before getting up himself and disappearing down the hallway.
“I have zero idea how to cook anything.”
“Well, thankfully, eggs are one of the easiest things to make.” Your eyes focus as you watch him work, listening to every tip he gives you. “Here, take this and I’m going to start the coffee.”
Panicking internally, you take the spatula from his hand, coping everything you had seen him do. After a couple of minutes, you felt his palm tenderly press against your lower back.
“There you go. Pfft Miss I have no idea how to cook.” Steve grins down at you as your eyes light up at his compliment, proud that you were able to do something with the added bonus of making him happy. “Alright, let me plate this here. Ed! Food!”
Your eyes swing around the room, not realizing he had left it at all.
“I’m comin’! Geez. I cleaned up the mess on your bedroom floor, Y/N. Later today, we’ll see about getting your door hooked back up, okay?”
“I…thank you. I could have helped you.”
Eddie takes a seat at your table as you plop down beside him and begin digging into your food. Steve brings you a cup filled to the brim with caffeine and sits across from his friend.
“It’s no problem. He did more damage to the door and you…” You glance down at your plate as you take another small bite. Ringed fingers slide into your peripherals and tap your hand. “What did you want to ask us?”
“Are you from California?”
“Indiana actually.”, Steve answers. “Small town hidden away.”
“You said you were good at protecting people. Did you do that in Indiana?”
“At the bar in town, yeah. I used to play there with my band and on the weekends it would get a bit…rough. Steve saved my ass when some big, muscle-bound guy tried to punch me because he thought I was flirting with his girlfriend while we were playing.”
“He was but that’s beside the point.”, the other boy jokingly whispers making you laugh.
“We also had some kids we grew up with that were bullied a lot so we protected them.”, Eddie smiled. “About two years ago, Harrington suggested we move out here to get more clients and make more money. For a while we were with this indie band but then they broke up.”
“Oof. I don’t have a band so no worries about that here. So, what’s your end goal? Do you want your own security company or…?”
“I mean technically we do have our own security company. Eddie and I are freelance so we don’t answer to anyone.” You nod your head at his answer as you take a sip from your cup. “What about you? Where are you from?”
“Haven’t goggled me yet, I see.”
“No fun in that especially when I’m sure whatever we would read would have some glaring plot holes.”
“True. I’m from a city down south. Definitely not a small town up bringing but very much a hardheaded one. My family always wanted me to be ‘something’ like a doctor or a teacher. I knew that wasn’t for me.”
“They don’t like that you sing?”
“My parents don’t get it. They see ‘real music’ as something like Johnny Cash or Dolly Parton. Since I’m not on that level I haven’t officially made it to them. I’m just fucking around on stage with a microphone.”, you roll your eyes.
“I know Johnny Cash. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to Dolly Parton.” Your jaw drops open as you stare at Steve.
“He’s a bit sheltered, sweetheart.”, Eddie teases.
Quickly getting to your feet, you run to the bedroom to grab your phone, scrolling through it as you sit back down. “9 to 5” by Dolly Parton begins to play through the little speaker as you hold It out towards him.
“On Saturday mornings, I remember waking up to my mom blaring this song with the windows open as she cleaned. The sun always seemed to shine through the windows perfectly and she seemed so happy. We would sing together while I helped her.” You smiled as your got lost in the memory.
“I like it.”, Steve grinned as he bobbed his head. The music cut off as a phone call came through and you sighed, recognizing the ID. “Who is it this early?”
“Simon. He’s calling from the police station for me to bail him out.”
“Is that something you normally do?”, Eddie asked, huffing under his breath when you nod your head. “Y/N, he’s never going to stop taking advantage of you if you keep letting him and bailing him out.”
Anger suddenly flooded your expression as you turned on him. “Look, you don’t get it. I’m really sick and fucking tired of you two constantly pointing out how ‘weak’ I am by letting people ‘take advantage’ of me!”
“Did we say she was weak?” The metalhead turned towards his friend who promptly shook his head in response.
“She’s definitely not weak. Scared maybe.”
“Pfft, please! What do I have to be scared of?!”
“Being alone, I imagine. Going back to being that southern little girl who was nothing.”, Steve shrugs as he leans back in his chair.
“I’m not nothing! Why do people keep saying that!?” You rise from your chair and stomp towards the kitchen, reaching for the bottle of vodka, popping the top, and chugging some of it back.
You yelp as the bottle is yanked from your grasp and you watch as Eddie pours the liquid down the drain. “We didn’t say you were nothing. He’s saying YOU feel that way. Why is that, Y/N? Does Simon keep telling you that? Because if anyone here is nothing it’s that asshole.”
“You are not my father. You can’t just throw out my stuff like that!”
“Stop acting like a child and we’ll stop treating you like one.”
In defiance, you reach in your cabinet to grab another bottle of the hard liquor but Steve blind sides you as he comes up from behind and takes it from your hands. You stomp your feet as Eddie pours its contents down the sink as well.
As you bend down to grab another, he blocks the area with his body.
“Move, Steve.”
He matches your glare with one of his one. “Make me. Hell, I’ll even make you deal. If you can move me, you can have what’s inside and we won’t stop you.”
Growling, you try and shove at his body with your small frame but it’s no use, he’s too strong.
“Stop it, Steve! Move!”
“Oh, come on, little girl. You’re giving up that easy?”
You continue to throw a tantrum as you fold your arms over your chest. For moment you pause as you become slightly aware that you are being more of a brat than normal. Is it because they were pushing you? As your eyes shifted between theirs you noticed that dominate air return that you had only seen in them.
They see it to within your demeanor as you partially descended into the headspace. They knew this was a professional boundary they shouldn’t cross but it was hard to be levelheaded when your big, beautiful eyes continued to penetrate theirs with need. A need to be protected and feel loved; to feel safe.
“You don’t need alcohol to make you feel better, honey.”
“Yeah? And what do I need, Steve?”
He took one confident step forward, backing you into the island behind you. “Personally, I think you need to be reminded how important you are and how much you matter. You need to be shown how fucking gorgeous you are and deserve to be treated right.”
Eddie’s lower belly grazed your hand as he came to your side. “You deserve to be up on a pedestal, Y/N.” Your eyes flutter shut as his lips graze the shell of your ear. “That way we can pull you off of it and make you cum till you’re begging us to stop.”
Your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt as you pull his lips to yours. Fuck he tastes so good…
You’re both panting once you’re finally able to pull away.
“Th-this is…we shouldn’t be doing this.”, you whisper.
“No, we shouldn’t.” Steve’s palms grip your thighs as he lifts you onto the counter, kissing you passionately as you cling to his neck.
You growl as your phone rings again but pause when their phones ping from different places in the house. Taking your device from Eddie’s grasp, you thank him as he hands it over to you. Resting your forehead against the man’s chest, you whine as you answer.
“Hello Sarah.”
“You need to come down here now. We need to talk about the incident last night.”
“Can we do it tomorrow?”
“No, we can’t do it tomorrow! The morning news is already talking about this and we need to get ahead of it as much as possible. Get over here now, please.”, she commanded before disconnecting.
“Hm. Well that would be my publicist, Sarah. I should go shower.” You flash them a soft smile as you slide down from the counter. “I’m sure you noticed but I have a shower in the guest room if you guys want to freshen up or anything.”
“Yeah, looks like your agent wants us there to.”, Eddie sighs as he shows Steve the text.
“Our morning just got very exciting, gentlemen.”
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“Ok, let me ask this out right because depending on how you answer is where we go from here. Are you going to bail him out?”
Your eyes shifted towards the boys as they leaned against the wall to the side of you. You did every single time something happened with Simon. No matter what it was, you were always there to bail him out but after what happened and what the guys told you about deserving better…
“Um, no. Not this time.”
Sarah makes an amused face as she nods her head. “Good for you, Y/N. Fuck him. Are you considering that your way of dumping his ass?”
“I, um, yes. I think so… I’m sorry. Its just last night was a lot and I haven’t even really had time to process it.”
“I understand, Y/N. Now I have to ask just so I can be prepared for anything he might say… What exactly happened?”
“I came home and he was angry--”
“About what?”
Her question quickly followed your statement throwing you off guard. “Um, I had lunch with some…some friends and he got jealous.” You didn’t need to look their way again to know their eyes were penetrating your body. “He thought I was cheating on him.”
“Insecure fucker always thinks that with you. Ok, and then what?”
“I told him to fuck off and he hit me.”
“And then you called these two?”
Eddie clears his throat when you nod. “She said she needed help so we sped down there and handled the situation.”
“Ok. Ok, ok, ok.”, Sarah exhales as she leans against her desk. “I’m going to write a formal statement and give it to the press. Something along the lines of you’re safe and will no longer tolerate this kind of behavior. You…pray for him to heal and wish him all the best?”
“Yeah, sure, whatever. “, you sigh as you nonchalantly wave your hand. “I feel like we could have done this over the phone.”
“We could have but we didn’t.”
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“You didn’t say the fight you two had was about us.”
“You’re right, Mr. Harrington. I didn’t.” He and Eddie exchanged a look as the metalhead continued to drive back towards your house. “To be fair…he thinks I’m fucking everybody so…”
“Are you?”
“Excuse me?”, you ask angrily.
“We wouldn’t blame you, sweetheart. You put on that little display for us when you and Simon were fucking before you snuck out to the bar. You were in there for a while and I don’t think we heard you cum once.”
“Like men can tell when a woman climaxes.”
“We can…but that could just be because our girls are always screaming our names and begging for more.”, Steve chuckles as Eddie grins.
“Oh my god. So fucking cocky. Simon has made me cum.”
As they hit a hit a red light, Steve quickly gets out and switches to the backseat so he can be beside you.
“He has? I don’t believe it.”
Your breath catches in your throat as he throws his arm behind your head against the seat, allowing his body to scoot closer to yours.
“I mean… believe whatever you want…”
His fingers behind your head play with your hair as he moves it away from your face, his other palm coming to graze your thigh.
“You seem like the kinda girl that makes a lot of noise when you cum.”
“Especially with a beautiful voice like hers.”, Eddie adds.
Your eyes flutter closed as his nose glides along your cheek, the hand on your thigh gradually moving up your pant covered leg. You desperately wanted him to touch you more but refused to ask or even beg for it. Instead, you chose to ground yourself, placing your own hand on his knee as you clung to the fabric of his shorts.
Steve’s lips delicately traced along your neck as his palm finally found its way between your legs. “Your so warm already. I wonder how wet you are. Can I find out?” Licking your lips, you aggressively nod your head. “Say it, honey. Use your words.”, he whispers in your ear.
“You…you can touch me.”
His head tilts as he looks down at your body, moving your shirt to the side a bit so he can slide his massive hand under the waistband of your leggings and panties.
“Fuck me, Y/N. You are just dripping.”
You moan as his fingers glide through your sex as he plays with your pussy, your hand on his knee rising higher.
“Do you want to touch my cock, baby? You can.”, Steve murmurs against your skin, groaning when he feels your cunt flutter against the pads of digits.
He shuffles closer to you as you lift your leg and place it over his own allowing him more access as one of his fingers breaches your entrance. His lips find yours, humming against them as your palm rubs his groin.
“Jesus… Ed, she’s…she’s so fucking tight.” As he turns to talk to his friend, your mouth places feathery light kisses along his jawline to his neck. Your hooded eyes open when you feel his throat vibrate against you as he laughs. “You ok, man?”
“Yeah…f-fuck… we’re-we’re almost at her house. I need jerk off so fucking bad. Her moans are so fucking sexy.”
“You’re—mmm—you’re not gonna fuck me?”
Steve turns his attention back to you, his eyes meeting yours as he slips a second finger into your sex.
“No, pretty girl. Not today.”
Eddie parks the car in your shaded driveway, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt before turning around to face you both. You watched him with lust driven eyes as he unbuttoned his pants before licking his hand and stroking his length.
“You…you don’t want me?” You barely even recognize the voice that just left you, sounding like a little girl who was denied dessert. What was it about these men that had you behaving that way?
A heavy sigh escaped Steve at the sound and you felt his cock twitch against your hand as you made a mental note of his reaction.
“We do, honey. Fuck do we ever… you just went through a lot last night. Your body and mind need to rest.”
As his fingers thrust faster into you, your hand tries to match his pace. “Can…can I?”
He nods, lifting his hips as you pull his shorts down just enough to free his dick from its confinement. Leaning over his lap, you spit onto his tip, and he mewls as your tiny hand wraps around him. Steve curls his fingers inside of you as his elbow locks, straightening out his arm.
“Fuck, Steve. Please.”
“Steve…tell me more—mmm—about how she feels.”
The man tried to focus to do what his friend asked but it was hard with your hand alone bringing him close to the edge.
“Fuck, Eddie…so fucking tight. Her pussy is just gripping my fingers, man…feels…feels so good. I don’t know…how—fuck, baby. Faster—I don’t know how our…our cocks are going to fit.”
His filthy words shot straight to your core, clenching around Steve’s fingers as you came. Your free hand flew down to grab his wrist, trying to get him to stop as he continued to pump his digits inside of you. When your head collapsed on his shoulder, he held you tighter to him as his spend shot out and on his thigh.
Eddie panted as he soon followed after, throwing his head back as he cursed under his breath.
Steve carefully slid his hand out of your pants, bringing his fingers to his mouth as he tasted you.
“You taste so sweet, Y/N. Are you ok?”
You lazily nod your head as you tug yourself closer to his chest. This was new for you. Usually after anything sexual, you wanted to be left alone. Even with Simon, you would always recoil away when he would try to cuddle you after. Maybe it’s because you always felt like trash after he finished. Most of your sexual experience were done under an intoxicated haze or with a selfish lover who just wanted to use you to get off.
As you listened to this man’s heartbeat, you suddenly felt extremely clingy, fearful that as soon as you let him go he would be gone forever. Eddie was already too far for your liking and you could tell he saw the panic in your eyes as his own gorgeous orbs scanned your face.
“Hey.”, he cooed. “I’m right here, okay? We’re not going anywhere unless you want us to.”
At his friend’s words, Steve quickly craned his neck so he could look at you to. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you inside and back in bed. Do you think you can walk?”
What kind of question was that? Of course you could walk. The thing was…you didn’t want to. You wanted them to help you. You needed them to.
“Can Eddie carry me?”
The metalhead chuckles as he buttons his pants before getting out of the car and coming around to your side. “Whatever you need, princess.”
As he lifted you into his arms, you encircled your own limbs around his neck as you nuzzled his skin. After carefully placing you onto your mattress, he removed your shoes, socks, and pants so you could be more comfortable. You turned onto your side; eyes fully closed as you snuggled into your pillow.
“Please don’t leave me here alone.”, you mumbled.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We aren’t going anywhere.”
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Summary: Zhongli is troubled by some thoughts that are keeping him awake and you are there to pick him up again.
Pairing: Zhongli x (gn!) Reader
Tags: Angst to comfort, very domestic setting and fluff towards the end, Zhongli is having a bit of an existential crisis, Reader picks him up again and reassures him
A/N: The Zhongli brainworms are kicking in again recently so I had to drabble something for him because he is amazing. Shoutouts to @lychniis and @zhongrin for fuelling my Zhongli brainrot more again recently. Definitely check them out, too!! (I know you're not on my taglist so I hope you don't mind the tag x.x)
Zhongli shifted on the bed unable to find rest. No matter how hard he tried, sleep simply wouldn’t find him tonight because of the endless thoughts that were plaguing him. So he lay awake, turning to the side to watch the steady rise and fall of your chest, and listened to your calm breathing and occasional huffs as you slept peacefully. A fresh breeze wafted through the open window and past the curtains in your shared bedroom. He saw goosebumps rise on your arms before you curled into your blanket more with a satisfied hum in your sleep.
The moonlight from outside the window shone through a crack in the curtains. It landed on your form in a way that perfectly illuminated your features, wrapping you in an ethereal veil of liquid silver, contrasted by the molten amber-gold of his irises which continuously wandered over your sleeping form.
He softly placed his hand over yours, carefully tracing patterns over the back of your palm with his thumb and feeling your warmth under his touch, prompting you to smile in your sleep.
As he watched you lie there so peacefully, his heart suddenly grew heavy again, when the dim light revealed the fresh scar on your shoulder caused by a wound inflicted during one of your commissions for the Adventurer’s Guild not too long ago.
You had shrugged it off as nothing and had simply put a bandage over it with a nonchalant smile but Zhongli just couldn’t help but worry and be reminded how he could lose you in just the blink of an eye. He worried every time you got hurt, every time you fell ill and every time a wound healed again, letting him know again and again that your time was running out and he was yet another step closer to losing you. He often had to remind himself that you were still there, right now, by his side, so his worries and his heartache were unjustified, yet he knew, you were mortal and he was not.
He wanted nothing more than to spend eternity with you until bedrock turns to dust and until the sea dries out, but unlike his, your time in this world was finite and he was painfully aware that you didn’t have forever.
He had already lost so much in his life, one would assume he is used to it by now, but he was not, every time he had lost someone a big hole had been left in his heart, one that could never be filled again, for the person that filled it before was gone. And despite having to endure so much loss and grief before, never had he feared losing anything as much as he did losing you. Whenever it would happen, there was nothing that could ever prepare him to lose his anchor, his shield… the light of his life.
Day in and day out he was reminded of your fragility, of your mortality, of the things in this world that could potentially steal you away from him finitely, and there was nothing he could do about it. An illuminated being, a god like him, entirely powerless about the natural flow of life and it pained him more than anything he had ever experienced or was able to comprehend.
He suddenly felt hot tears spill and stream down his cheek, dampening the pillow he was resting his head on, as he lifted his hand to cup your cheek gently in your sleep. He could faintly feel your steady heartbeat under his palm and the warmth radiating off your body. You are still here.
You suddenly stirred in your sleep and drowsily opened your eyes, looking at him and smiling at him adoringly, nuzzling your cheek further into his hand.
"Hey. Are you still awake?", you croaked sleepily, equally reaching your hand out to cup his face, suddenly feeling the dampness of his tear-stained cheeks under your fingers.
"What's wrong?", you asked worriedly, gently brushing some of his brown locks out of his face with your finger.
"I don't want to lose you.", he said, his shaky voice barely even above a whisper.
"Hey, hey… what’s with this all of a sudden? I have no plans to leave, love.", you reassured, placing soft kisses on his nose and forehead and kissing his tears away, giving him a loving smile.
“One day you will be forced to.”, he wept softly. And at that moment you began to understand what it was, that was keeping him awake and it made your heart painfully clench in your chest, wanting nothing more than to kiss his sorrows away and tell him everything will be alright.
“Hey, listen! No matter what happens, I’ll always be here.”, you emphasized as you placed your palm over his chest where his heart was, feeling the steady beat of it under your palm. “Okay?”
"If this is a contract, you better not break it."
"I wouldn't dream of it."
You cuddled closer to him, burying your head in his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and engulfing yourself in his warm embrace before drifting off into sleep again. With the arm he placed over your waist he pulled you a little closer and placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head, closing his eyes as well.
It was no use to dwell on things of the future in the present because all it would do was ruin the precious time he had with you and he’d do everything in his capability to show you just how much he loved you in the time you had together and make the best of it.
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I Can't Wait For You To Knock Me Up (Fox Mulder x female reader)
Blurb: In which Mulder discovers he has a breeding kink, all because you asked him to massage your stomach.
Warnings: smut, breeding kink.
A/N: not my finest work but certainly one of my horniest. I'm so ill about Mulder rn, he is rotting my brain. yes, the title is MSI lyrics. I may be cringe but at least I am free.
You tossed over onto your side yet again, hoping that switching position yet again would relieve your pain. Even after taking a painkiller before getting into bed, you still felt the pain radiating from your lower belly all the way through to your back, making it feel like you'd pulled a muscle. It almost felt like something was inside your womb, clawing around, tearing at your sensitive walls.
"Hey, hey, what's the matter? You've been turning over and over for an hour now." Mulder's voice was gruff and slightly hoarse from waking suddenly. You felt his breath against your neck.
"Sorry I woke you." You mumbled, hoping he didn't enquire further about why you were tossing and turning. It was too early in the relationship, you felt, for you to be open about basic bodily functions. As much as you knew Mulder would probably be understanding and mature about it, you couldn't be absolutely sure. Other men you'd dated had recoiled when you mentioned the fact you were on your period, or had pretty much kept their hands off you until you'd finished your monthly bleed.
"Can't be nothing if you're still awake at this time." Mulder rubbed your arm, obviously more awake than you thought he was. Nothing was getting past him, even at 3:34 AM.
Chewing the inside of your cheek, you worked up the courage to tell him.
"It's my period. I've got really bad cramps." You said, feeling like a pre-teen asking for a pad for the first time: totally embarrassed about your body doing what it was supposed to do.
There was a sigh from behind you and then a short chuckle.
"I guessed it might have been, but I didn't want to just ask you in case it seemed rude."
It was your turn to sigh, this time in relief. You shifted yourself to press back against Mulder.
"Can I do anything to make it hurt less?" He asked, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.
"Could you...could you rub my stomach? That always seems to help."
The warmth of Mulder's hand settled on your lower stomach, right above where your womb was ragging war on itself. He pushed the hem of your vest up and spread his palm across your womb, before starting to rub circles over your skin, applying just enough pressure to reach the cramping muscles.
"Is that good?"
You gave a contented 'mm-hmm' as you felt the pain ease with each circle of his hand. Mulder took that as a yes.
Mulder kept on massaging your stomach, waiting until he was certain you had dropped off to sleep before he dared stop. He listened to your breathing slow and felt your body relax, all the tension leaking out of it. You were totally at peace. He, however, was not.
He was achingly hard, the stiff length of his erection pressed against the small of your back, a light sheen of sweat across his forehead. It took all his willpower to not rut against you to relieve some of the tension.
The cause of Mulder’s throbbing predicament was the thought of his seed filling up your womb, making it swell with his child, seeing your body soften and become even more irresistible to touch and play with. As he rubbed your stomach, he imagined it bulging out more than it was, feeling his child's tiny kicks and squirms underneath. He thought about how everyone would then know that you and him were together, that you were his girl and his girl alone. No more having to grin and bear other agents trying to chat you up. They'd know, and they'd keep away.
The idea of getting you pregnant had never really crossed Mulder's mind, not even when he dutifully rolled a condom onto his length every time you two managed to have sex amid your busy schedules. He'd always use protection out of habit and because it was the right thing to do, as he didn't want to burden you with a child you didn't want. But now, as he felt precum collect on his crown and smear over your back, the desire to knock you up grew so strong he knew he had to see if you would let him pursue his fantasy. The idea of you begging him to fill you up, to put a baby in you, made him leave the warmth and comfort of the bed to pump his cock in the bathroom until he came over the same palm that had comforted your aching womb.
***
"F-Fox - ah, slow down! - what's gotten into you?” You managed between the desperate, open-mouth kisses Mulder was giving you as he practically tore your blouse off and started attacking your skirt. Yanking your skirt off, he tore your tights and panties down in one swift motion, leaving you hobbling awkwardly as you tried to free yourself from the tights stuck at your feet.
"Mm, I just need you right now. Sick of looking at you all day and not being able to touch you properly." Mulder slurred out, as if he were intoxicated merely by kissing you. He steered you into your room, pushing you down on the bed and taking the chance to finally remove some of his own clothes, leaving his tie and his shirt on but open and loose.
"I-I moved the condoms into the drawer, second one down." You mumbled as Mulder pressed your knees up to your chest, settling himself between your thighs. His tip was red and impatient, dribbling precum down his shaft. You'd never seen Mulder get this worked up about fucking you. He was normally all about taking things slow, drawing out the process of burying his length in you and working the pair of you to climax.
"Can I please go without? I wanna feel you properly. Fill you up." Mulder said as he leaned over you, his face flushed and hair already a mess.
You had to think for a minute about the fact that Mulder, who normally put a condom on unprompted, was asking if he could enter you entirely unprotected.
"You trying to knock me up, Agent Mulder?" You teased, sliding yourself down the bed ever so slightly so his tip caught on your slit.
"M-maybe." If his face could have gotten any redder, it would have at that point. "Can I?"
Grabbing his tie, you pulled him down for a kiss.
"Go ahead. I want you to fill me."
***
Every overexcited thrust Mulder gave made your thighs strain, your legs propped over his shoulders. He was ploughing into you relentlessly, dragging his shaft in and out of your gummy walls, hitting up against your cervix. His thighs and hips collided with your ass, filling the room with loud slaps that you knew your neighbours would hear. He was mumbling praises and curses, telling you over and over how much he loved you and couldn’t wait to see you pregnant. You couldn't do much else but moan as he fucked you harder than he ever had before.
Mulder felt his end coming far quicker than he wanted, but he was in no position to slow his pace down to delay his climax. His balls tightened as his seed spurted out his slit in thick arcs, filling up your womb and then your cunt. You gave a soft moan as the heat spread throughout your insides, your body happily accepting your lover's offering. You felt some spend dribble out from your entrance despite his cock still plugging it up. Groaning, he withdrew, watching as his cum dripped out of your full and puffy lips. He flopped onto the bed next to you.
You rolled over to look at a very exhausted yet content Mulder. He was smiling at the ceiling with his eyes closed, panting.
"It'll probably take more than one time to get me pregnant. You know that, right?"
Mulder opened his eyes and turned his head to face you, still smiling.
"I know that." He reached a hand down to rub circles on your lower stomach again. "We'll just have to keep trying until we succeed."
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Inside, outside
Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver × sister reader
Warnings: Mentions of injury
Chapter: 5.04
During the funeral for all those who had died the day prior, 10k had disappeared, worrying you, Red, and Sun Mei, but after thinking about it, you quickly realized where he would have gone. You walk into the doctor's lab to see 10k people staring at his hand in a glass tank surrounded by blue fluid.
Sun Mei rubs his back. “How are you doing, 10k?”
“How soon can we get out of here?” He asks, deliberately avoiding her question.
“Once you’ve recovered, we can leave and go wherever you want,” you say softly. Since cutting off 10K's hand to save him, you’ve hardly looked him in the eye. You blame yourself for him being in so much physical and mental pain, and 10k blamed himself for Sarge’s death. It didn’t help that you were also keeping a massive secret between the two of you.
“You need to take time to recover,” Red adds. “You don’t want an infection.”
In an unusually snappy tone, he says, “The longer we stay here, the harder it’s going to be to get out.”
It killed you to see him so frustrated.
Sun Mei reaches over to him and takes his arm. “Let me take a look at your arm. See how that cauterization is doing.”
When 10K lies up on the hospital bed and takes your hand in his, you can tell he’s burning up by how sweaty his palm is. Suitably, you move your hands so they're leaning against your stomach. He gives you a small smile before wincing in pain.
“Just focus on me.”
10k nods and does his bed to keep looking at you, but his eyes occasionally drift towards his stump, which had turned black and was leaking. The smell coming from it indicates infection, but Sun Mei tries to not cause him any more upset and lies, “It’s healing beautifully.”
“It’s not.” He gets out of bed and points at his hand. “This is my hand, right?”
“Yeah, Red went back and found it."
“I want you to sew it back on.”
Sun Mei laughs, “It doesn’t work like that.”
You shoot her a look. 10K was being deadly serious; he would have done anything in that moment to have his hand back, but because of a decision you made, he would never have that again. You feel tears starting to pool in your eyes, so you excuse yourself from the room and run into the bathroom down the hallway.
As soon as you lock the bathroom door, you let the tears fall freely. None of it was fair; 10K didn’t deserve to lose a limb, but it was better than him dying.
You had already lost him once; you weren’t going to go through it again.
—
“There’s a film playing tonight that might take your mind off things,” Red says.
10k shrugs. When the brunette offers to make him his favorite meal, he declines it. Sun Mei had already mentioned how little 10K had been sleeping, drinking, and eating since he lost his hand, and if he continued going this way, his body would become weaker, making him more vulnerable to different infections as the wound heals.
You abruptly stop walking, and whatever look is on your face causes him to turn pale and Red to excuse herself. “Tommy, I know you’re hurting, but you need to stop this. It’s one thing to start isolating yourself, but refusing to eat…”
“You don’t need to apologize again,” he says before you have the chance to finish. “I know you only did what you did so you could save my life.”
“I’m not sorry.” You have to fight to keep the tears from falling, not wanting to break down again. “I had to choose between losing you or saving you."
10k wraps his arms around her, resting his chin on the top of your head, and says, “I know, I know.”
You look up at him, holding his gaze. “I love you, Tommy, no matter what, so whatever you’re going through, I want you to tell me. Even if it’s that you hate me, I want to know.”
He lets out a sigh and quietly says, “I can’t sleep because I’m worried about how I’m supposed to protect my family. I never missed a shot; I always got my target, but now... what if a Z gets close to the baby and I don’t make the shot?”
“I promise you, you’ll always make that shot. You’re the most selfless person I know; it’s just one of the many reasons I fell for you, including your badass zombie-killing skills. It just might take some time for you to get used to it.”
10k’s gaze is full of adoration as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Thank you for saving me.”
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Okay so I totally understand if you don't want to write another George fic since the last two you posted were about him (and if so then please ignore this), but if you're okay with doing another one,,,, could you please do one were reader is either a Hufflepuff or Gryffindor and the reader is childhood best friends with the Weasleys (in the same year as the golden trio) but has been pining over George for ages..? I don't really mind what come after that tbh 🧘♀️
(Either way, I hope that you have a good day/night!)
Finally a Hufflepuff request I love Hufflepuffs so so much, second fave house after my own aka gryffindor for sure.
Also you guys can request a character no matter how much I’ve written for them before, I adore Georgie and would never tier from writing for him. Thank you for the request love I hope you enjoy 🧡
The trio went out to get to meet you since you’d been a Hufflepuff and the gryffindor’s common room wouldn’t allow anyone who was not one.
You were so excited to meet up with your best friends because of your schedule that was rather a little hectic.
You mentally squealed as you saw them walking down the steps to meet you, running up to them and crashing them all in a hug. Ron being in the middle where you rested your head on his shoulder with your arms around Hermione and Harry, Hermione was laughing at your enthusiasm.
You were usually quiet and reserved, but when it came to your friends you were so excited and bubbly around them. a complete different personality from you being around people you were not familiar with, pulling away to face Ron.
Your childhood best friend, just as his entire family had been.
Your mother and Molly were best friends at hogwarts. Molly and Arthur, as were your mother and father the couples that ended up together and got married, you lost your father in the very war Harry stopped for 12 years. you’ve never met your father, he died when you had been just one year old. and from that you grew up surrounded by Molly and Arthur with their children and you couldn’t have it any other way.
And of course growing up around such amazing boys (and the lovely Ginny) meant that you had to catch feelings for a special one, Ron’s older brother and the youngest twin.
George Weasley had been only two years older than you and was always protective of you, George always loved playing with you when you both had been kids and the more you grew up the more attached to him you’ve found yourself to be.
He started growing up and getting taller, more handsome. Losing that baby face of his in a more defined jawline and his hands getting slimmer as his body from all the quidditch he’s been practicing since he’s started school.
You always found yourself gawking at your best friend, you couldn’t help it. He was absolutely gorgeous and you were right by it.
George was there for you in everything, any fall that caused you a scratch he’d always be the one to clean it up and lighten up the mood if you felt any pain, he had your heart in the palm of his hands and he was so careful with it.
Remembering when the hat sorted you into Hufflepuff and the teasing you got from George, saying he’d always known that’s where you’ll
Be. Saying you were his softie, and his only softie.
“I’ve missed you guys so much!” You said. Pulling away and standing next to Hermione, making your way to sit down somewhere.
“You guys, Fred and George asked me to meet them there too.. saying they have something to show us.” Ron said, walking faster as you caught up with them.
Your heart jolting as you heard the mention of his name, no matter how much you could see him a day your heart never failed to jump at the sight of him.
“I hope they’re not lighting someone on fire.” Harry joked which caused all four the loudest laughter, knowing the twins that wasn’t too far fetched.
“Most likely.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.
“Finally, took you years.” Fred popped up from behind Ron, shoving his head downward as you caught him from falling, giggling as Ron went to give his brother the same shove.
“guys come here.” George spoke, your heart doing that same jump at the sigh of him, kneeling down with candy in his hands before he stood up, towering over you. He acknowledged you’d been there sending a wink your way before he gave you the candy first.
“You have to kill me before I eat something you guys made.” Hermione mumbled. Fred rolled his eyes. “It won’t kill you, try it.”
“Come on.” George had his attention on you only, ignoring Fred and Hermione bickering over the candy he wanted everyone to try. As well as George was too, but you trusted George. It’s probably just a candy, not a bomb.
You grabbed it from his hand, making your fingers brush together as you unwrapped it.
“I’m not eating it! That’s final.” Hermione shouted at Fred as Ron and Harry agreed to eat it as well.
You took a bite. It was exactly the kind of chocolate you’d buy, your eyes widened as you shoved it in your mouth entirely. Catching Hermiones eyes in horror, expecting you to collapse or choke up but it was actually really good, you didn’t feel like you’d die or your stomach about to explode.
“Oh my god you’re crazy!” Hermione sighed, Harry and Ron looked fine too. You leaned your head and gave them a thumbs up, them returning it to you.
“So what do you think?” George asked you, his hands on his hips.. both his smirk and Fred’s a little concerning but they wouldn’t hurt you Even though you kinda started doubting it.
“Did you put something in it? I mean it’s good don’t get me wrong.” You put your hands up in defeat, George pouted. “I thought you trusted me.”
“I do, of course I do. But like- yeah it’s good I liked it.” You defended, George’s eyes lit up at your approval before you looked away as the blush crept up your cheeks.
“It’s actually just chocolate for now, we’ll put something in it soon. We just wanted to make sure it’s a good tasting chocolate.” Fred said, Hermione took a sigh of relief as Ron and Harry did too.
Fred and George only high fived walking away, but George was looking back at you. You smiled and waved at him, hoping you’d catch him later.
It was later that day as your hang out with your friends came to an end, walking back to the Hufflepuff tower to just nap or maybe do something else.
Still being on the lookout if you’d see George anywhere, you gave up and continued on your way before you heard a whistle.
Turning around you saw him walking towards you, Fred nowhere next to him. You immediately started smiling as he stood in front of you with the same smile on his face. “What are you up to?” He asked, grabbing your shoulder and pulling you next to him.
Dangling his arm off your shoulder made you feel so many things you couldn’t understand and wouldn’t know how to explain. “I was going to nap.” You chuckled, knowing how he’d find that boring.
“Rubbish, you said you liked it right?” He changed the subject, pulling the same chocolate you had earlier. “You can have the rest.” It was indeed many of them, you couldn’t help but smile. He knows you loved chocolate, as George knew everything about you.
“Thank you Georgie.” You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek softly, unwrapping one as you started eating it.
“Alright uh- I’ll be on my way. You go nap if you want.” George took his arm off of you and walked off. “George, wait! Hey-“ you yelled after him but he seemed like he was in a hurry.
Did you say something you shouldn’t have? You were frozen in track before you went back to the Hufflepuff common room.
Staying up all night to think about why did he run off? Was it because you kissed his cheek? You probably should have asked if it was okay, maybe he got uncomfortable. Or maybe he had someone else and wouldn’t want you to kiss his cheek randomly like that.
He had someone? You sat up in your bed, no. No he can’t have someone else- he was yours and you were sure of it.
Okay, okay maybe you needed a slight humbling second. Why wouldn’t he have someone else?
He was perfect, tall funny charming. Everything.
Your heart breaking at the thought, you were shaken up by hannah abotts snoring as you exhaled and placed your head back on the pillow. Trying to fall asleep.
It was a month later after Fred and George made that good chocolate that they turned into a funny prank, also a quidditch game between gryffindor and Hufflepuff that ended up in gryffindor winning.
You were happy for your friends and it upset you that they were partying without you, George hasn’t brought up the way he walked off on you that night but you were probably overthinking it.
You still wanted to badly ask about it and if you made him uncomfortable or if it bothered him.
You were waiting outside the gryffindor common room hoping any of yours friends would come out and you could ask for George, you wanted to ask about it and you will, your brain was eating away at you and you wanted this done for.
You thought that this was going to be a long night before you heard laughter that you so well recognized.
George laughing with a bunch of gryffindors wanting to enter the tower before he caught your eyes, he looked a little out of it.
“Am I dreaming or is that you here?” George giggled. “No you’re not dreaming, congrats on the win.” You smiled up at him as he smiled down at you back. “Thanks, sorry for your loss.”
“We’ll get over it.”
You couldn’t take the tension and wished you weren’t standing here in front of him but you were. “George, can I ask you something?”
He made a hand gesture for you to continue. “Did I make you uncomfortable that night? You walked off on me..” you asked, he raised a brow in confusion trying to think of it. His eyes looking off to the side before they met yours again, shrugging. “Sorry I forgot, but you never make me uncomfortable.” George mumbled, you understood why he looked like that. He was drunk.
“Come on let me get you some water.” You grabbed his arm and lead him to the Hufflepuff tower making sure he doesn’t run off as you got that water, your bottle that you left beside your bed.
You filled it just before you went to look for him. “Here drink this.” You opened it for him, George complied. Drinking the water as you both took a walk around.
“Better?” You sat him down on the steps, going next to him. “Why would you think you made me uncomfortable?” He started, lifting the bottle up to his lips. Taking another sip.
“I kissed your cheek, I thought that was it.” You hugged your knees close and looked at him. “You didn’t.” He responded, wiping his mouth.
He certainly looked more awake than when you’d found him. “You’re not mad gryffindor won?” George started after sitting in silence for a moment, it was pretty cold but the tension made you feel a lot warmer than you imagined.
“Why would I be mad, you guys are brilliant.. Harry is the best seeker. Better than diggory.” You mumbled which caused George to burst out laughing. “No way, I’ve never seen a girl dismiss cedric like that.” He continued laughing as you shrugged, Cedric was charming and a good seeker but you’d always pick Harry over him.
“Don’t get me wrong I like him.. but yeah.”
“You like him?”
“Just as a fellow house mate, definitely not in love with him or anything.” You shuddered at the thought of ever falling for anyone else that wasn’t George.
You felt his eyes burning the side of your face as you decided to turn your head and face him. “Liar.” He mumbled, taking another sip of the water.
“I’m not lying.”
“Rubbish! It’s Cedric, everyone is in love with him.” George seemed convinced which to say the least infuriated you.
“I’m in love with someone else.” You slipped, immediately regretting it as you shut your eyes.
“What..? who? Why don’t I know who you’re in love?” He asked, you knew George loved being a nosey guy but he didn’t know for obvious reasons that it was him. Not Cedric, not anyone else.
“It doesn’t matter but I can assure you it’s not cedric, he has a girlfriend anyway.” You dismissed the subject, at least tried to before George started again; “that doesn’t mean you can’t be in love with him.” He said which made you wonder why you were talking about cedric diggory in the first place.
“George, I don’t love the guy.” You finally said, hopefully he’d drop it. “Come on it’s Cedric.” He took another sip and the last before he placed the bottle between you both, chuckling at the teasing which was honestly pissing you off.
“The guy I’m in love with isn’t even a Hufflepuff, alright? Now drop it before I smack you.” You mumbled, his laughter died down as you mentioned that. “Then who is it?”
“No, you need to go to bed. Now let’s go.”
“Let’s stay here for some more, please?” He pouted as you rolled your eyes and nodded, staying there with him for another hour and a half. He was doing most of the talking as you listened, thinking about how he knows you liked someone now.. he wouldn’t drop it.
the Hufflepuff common room seemed a little tense from the loss as everyone was comforting cedric for losing last minute as some were scolding him. You scratched the back of your neck, recalling how you told George Harry was better than him.
Cedric caught your eye as you walked in. giving him a small wave. “Better luck next time, ced.” You awkwardly spoke. “What are the gryffindors saying?”
He stood up and walked towards you, oh no.
The entire house knew how close you’d been to the gryffindors, of course that would have a time where it came to bite you in the ass.
“I didn’t get to talk to them, party.. you know.”
“So you didn’t get anything?” He asked, his gray eyes staring into yours as you took a step back. His adrenaline must have still been pumping.
“Cedric, what? I can’t just get info for you I’m not a spy.” You awkwardly chuckled, he blinked twice and nodded. “Alright sorry, thanks though.” Cedric sighed and walked back to his friends. “Come on ced.” His friends walked him back up the boys dormitory.
Exhaling a breath you were holding, you weren’t comfortable with confrontations. Seeing some girls glaring at you, probably from your huge chance of getting Cedric to talk to you without trying.
“Goodnight.” You told them with an awkward smile and ran up to your dorm room, getting to sleep off this weird night.
You were sat in the library the next day, Hermione finding you there with a horrified expression, not expecting you to be there but you felt like reading and losing yourself somewhere else and in a book.
Her expression worried you enough you shut the book. “Hermione you okay?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed she walked closer to you.
“I don’t know if I should tell you this, but George was a mess last night.” She started, your heart dropped.
You left him fine and sobered up, what could have possibly went wrong?
“He was fine when I left him, what happened?” Hermione noticed you got all worried and quickly started explaining.
“He got drunk after you left him, someone probably left it and he drank all of it and started mumbling things.” She continued, still having that ‘I shouldn’t be saying this expression.’
“Yeah? What did he say?” You curiously leaned forward. “He said he was in love with you and that he wanted you there with him, even asked us to bring you but you know we can’t.” Hermione cleared her throat as your heart had probably fell into your lap, nothing could have prepared you for this.
“What?” You asked as Hermione only nodded, knowing well you heard her and that there was nothing else to be added. “Ron and Fred barely got him to sleep because he refused to unless you were there.” She flipped through the book in her hand as your heart slowly felt like it wasn’t where it had been few moments ago.
You didn’t respond, you honestly expected her to tell you anything but this. He was drunk confessing his love to you to his friends and his brothers, feeling all the way flustered you stood up. “Where are you going?” Hermione asked, removing her eyes from her book as you shrugged. “I don’t know.”
You just knew you had to leave the library and go to George. You didn’t want to waste any time, he loved you too so why not just go tell him you were in love with him too?
You were being so impulsively idiotic as you caught his eye, many students around as they were leaving a class and you had no idea what you were doing and what was happening when you ran to him with your arms around his neck and your lips on his in a passionate kiss.
You felt him tense under you but he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and depend the kiss. Everyone around you made ‘ooo’s’ and ‘aw’s’ some even mumbling horrible words but you didn’t care, you cannot waste any more time not being with him and that’s exactly what you’re doing.
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Here’s a TSAMS snippet I wrote on a whim. I feel like some of the canonical stuff about Eclipse was wasted during his last arc and I really wanted to play around with it. Sorry if it’s a little odd to read, I was just writing whatever came to mind.
Possible TSAMS Spoilers : This is happening some time after Eclipse gets the star, not sure quite when but there has at least been time for Sun and Moon to do some bonding after Moon’s memory wipe.
CW : Strong language, canon-typical violence
“How are you all so ‘smart’, yet so fucking stupid,” Eclipse growled out, hands bawled into fists now shaking at his sides. “You just don’t get it, do you? You guys sit on your asses and blame everything on me without thinking for one moment that you could possibly have had an ounce of help in the matter. No, nothing could be your fault, because that would mean I’m right.”
“Eclipse, I don’t-”
Eclipse whirled around, clawed finger jabbing forward. “Shut it, Sun. This isn’t about you.”
Moon stepped forward to pull Sun behind him, giving an audible growl. His pupils were slits at this point as he glared. The visible rage only dropped slightly when seeing Eclipse's own anger bleed into chilling glee.
The taller solar animatronic slowly gave a sharp toothed smile, rays slowly rotating. “Actually, it’s never been about you. You were just the means to an end. I never wanted to hurt you specifically, not really. All of this, every moment of trauma I caused you, was for Moon.” Amber eyes glared daggers in the direction of the lunar animatronic, burning with fury despite his grin.
The slow screeching sound of metal crunching metal filled the air. Eclipse gave a huff of laughter when realized Moon had just dented his own fist in his rage. Moon’s claws dug into his palms as he shook. “You’re telling me that you hurt my brother, not because he may have hurt you, but because you wanted to get to me?!”
Eclipse threw his hands up, “Finally, we’re getting somewhere! That took longer than thought, honestly.”
A roar shook the air as Moon charged forwards, fist raised. Sun cried after his brother, reaching to try and grab him but failing. Eclipse simply gave a cackle before Moon seemingly froze in his spot, suspended just before he could land the hit.
Eclipse stepped forward, around the fist so he could stand face to face with his assailant. His smile dropped again as he stared the other down. “Here’s the thing, Moon. I’m you. I am every bit of your own nasty desires, ripped from your very own head. You hated yourself so much that you tore apart your own coding and left it behind. Every time I’ve hurt him, every time Sun has experienced pain by my hand, it’s because a part of you still lives on with the desire to do so to him.”
Slowly, oranges and reds began to bleed into whites and blues. Rays were retracted to be replaced with a starry night cap, the bell at the end gingling slightly as it swung down. Moon’s optics widened, horrified by the sight before him. Eclipse gave a low laugh, now red eyes turning up in a sharp smile on a crescent face.
“Sorry to disappoint, but you never stopped hurting your brother. Not really.”
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"Realistically, just because we work hybrid and got called into work today doesn't mean you should slack off too much on your attire, Yunkyoung." My face mimicked a grimacing expression that dawned on my face. Whilst I have worked with the pink-haired girl for a few years at this point, what she did was no surprise. Especially due to the fact it's only a few people (me and literally just her) in today for some unknown reason.
The sound of a pen clicking as she leaned against my cubicle, my eyes leering back towards the dual setup monitors and resuming the clacking sounds of the keyboard typing away on excel. One column over the other and comparing quarterly data, analyzing assets of certain stocks to get the best ROI for our company.
"It's not like it matters, no? We're the only ones here besides the cleaning staff. And you seem to have everything under control - I know how you been working, Oppa." Yunkyoung's sweet voice spoke out so melodicly, they were music to my ears. Feeling her soft palms on my shoulders with an eensy bit of pressure applied that formed goosebumps in my forearms.
How could someone who seemed nonchalant seem so carefree and upbeat? If she doesn't work, then how could our tasks be done for the day? She's probably different when she's conversing with others, or even doing anything else but her job. Maybe even a nepo-baby at this point but she's so deep in the company she might as well be grandfathered in. She didn't have a CTA certification either, I'd bet money on that.
Small moves going about with her thumbs being applied down, my eyes forming crescents and feeling relaxed when slumping down into my seat - the WPM on the keyboard getting slower as my fingers didn't follow along to the thoughts in my head for the work I had to be done.
But regardless - Seo Yunkyoung. She was teh daughter of the company president, and is also my 'boss.' On paper that is, but in retrospect, I think most of the team still regards me as the head and treats me with more respect than from what I've seen from chatter and other people's circles.
"Why, what's wrong?" Her voice spoke up with her hands stopped moving in conjuction. As if it were a big surprise I stopped working since there was always some efficient routine going about. If I tell her to continue what she was doing as I felt comfortable, she might just stop talking to me and not believe me with how far out the comment was.
"No… nevermind, don't worry about it." My lips tugged out from side to side with fingers picking up the pace on the tapping.
"Alright then, report every detail to me. And we are getting another new hire in the office today as well; HR told me last week in an email and I specifically recommended you for the on-hire process.
"…Okay." Speaking out casually as I tried to ignore her.
"Also!" Yunkyoung's voice rose as she smacked my shoulder, causing me to wince out in a feigned amount of pain. "Don't go around trying to seduce her because she might be young and pretty!" My body turned out in the chair and gave her a puzzling look, head tilted off to the side and lips became agape at her ridiculous request - not that I had any plans to seduce any said new-hire. But the face she thought I would have the audacity to do such a thing.
"All men like cute and young girls, so I'm warning you in advance. She gets canned immediately if that happens." Her dainty finger pointing out at me and nearing my forehead, she was asserting her position over me when I tried to roll back in my seat to get some space between the two of us.
"Yeah, yeah. Obviously, I wouldn't be doing anything. No point in risking my career." Shrugging my shoulders out at her, unsure of why she would accuse me of such a thing. I've never once in the past three years of working here have I crossed a line with anyone.
"I'll be keeping an eye on you, so watch yourself." The pink-haired girl spoke as she walked away, not having other words to speak to me about when she was nearly across the hall and into her office. My arms crossed against my chest and leaning back against the comfort of the seat to try to get an idea of why she would suddenly speak of this. I'm already too tired to think about training someone else, and it seems like it's someone she might even know if she's making disparaging comments like this.
Would she be coming in soon? Or when exactly should I be expecting a new face in the boring slums of the office?
Still, if something bad happens. Good things are bound to happen as well, or whatever uplifting phrases are the norm nowadays. As I chipped away and widdled down my research a reminiscent sound rang out. The messenger app the office used to communicate with one another.
"The part-timer is coming up now, and I've assigned her to help with your chores for the day." Yunkyoung. Nobody else would have sent someone like that. And what chores do I have, exactly?
The sound of a shuffling pair of feet came and rang in my ears as Yunkyoung gave me a wide grin when passing by my desk, our eyes gazing at each other with her orbs forming crescents that looked all too adorable and familiar. There shouldn't be too much of an introductory party thought, right? Since it was only the two of us here?
"Ahem, excuse me!!" Yunkyoung's voice rose as time seemed to go by quickly, not realizing that she might have introduced herself already to the new girl. Unsure at her actions though as it was just us two and she could have just spoken normally instead of whatever voice she was trying to capture. "Let me introduce you to Kim Yeonhee. She'll be working in our department starting today."
My eyes peered at the new girl who sported a blonde pigtail look. Her top spoke volumes with how contrasted the color was to everything else in the office. It was a breath of fresh air but if this was how her wardrobe was - it was something I had to acclimate to. Not one to complain too much though, always a big fan of change and if someone kickstarts it I'm all for it.
Standing from my seat and giving a courtesy bow and extended my hand to the foreign girl, trying to make her feel welcome with my rugged expression and attempting my best grin out in hopes she wouldn't get frightened off.
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"She doesn't seem too bad, right?" Yunkyoung pulled me aside during our lunch break, going to the roof to enjoy a bit of the sunlight and escape the dungeon that was our workspace. I leaned back against the railing with a coffee in hand that the gracious Yeonhee grabbed for me as I wasn't too sure what else to make her do. She didn't know any of the basics; no excel, quickbooks, or any of that sort. But hey! She was pleasant on the eyes, maybe as much as our boss was. "I picked someone who's a hard worker so you could get some rest. "
The shorter girl got closer to me and dragged me by the tie to pull me in for a chaste kiss. My arms drooped down to our sides and wrapping her small frame around my grasp, keeping her in close and forgetting what I was about to say, all thoughts went out the window as our lips became one. Despite being a polar opposite of the girl I was addicted, no matter how much complaining and whining I would do. It all came down to this in the end and I have no regrets.
My motivation to work slowly declined and vanished into the air, her lips was so intoxicating. She was so… aimlessly flirty, for a girl that was an extrovert it was all but a surprise when she came to me. Or if I succumbed to her and I was twirling around her fingers. My cheekbone was getting embraced when I felt the inches lessen more between us, chest to chest with my breathing getting heavier. Running my hands up and down on her body and landed on her rear that I envisioned, it's been far too long since the last escapade I did with her. When my lips parted, her long freshly varnished nails found their way to the buttons of her shirt.
"I've noticed you checking me out, silly. Don't play dumb." She spoke with utter confidence with how it oozed out of her voice. She continued to smirk at me while undressing her shirt until the last button was undone.
My hands going up like she was an officer and I was trying not to be guilty of my crime. "My bad, and I thought I was being discreet." A toothy grin came about from me, making the girl giggle at my response. She put both of her hands to my jaw and pulled myself in for another kiss - longer this time. My eyes fluttered to a close to let the darkness envelop over me and hearing the sounds of lip-locking and having the wind be an adlib to the music that drew to my ears. The plastic cup of coffee fell to the floor beneath us and my hands found it's way towards her back, finding the clasp of her bra and un-doing it. Her bosoms weren't the biggest, but they were perfect for her stature. And in general, she was absolutely divine and sculpted so beautifully.
My hands immediately went towards her chest and cupped them from the underside, massaging them in a circular motion but both in different directions from one another, feeling her perky nipples spring against the palm of my hand as I couldn't take my eyes off her face and how it contorted when getting played with. Her nipples kept rising in time with my loving touches, tensing and becoming utterly stiff, and they were begging to get licked and sucked on.
Her hands reached to the back of my head, which I took as an open invitation. With an open mouth, feeling the insides of it begin to drool and seep out, having to gulp down a small pool of saliva that formed in the pit of my mouth and throwing my face between the peaks of her chest. They were a delight for me - and any man in general. Taking a deep breath and inhaling her scent, feeling her body and humming out gleefully at the mixture of perfume residue and sweat that built up.
My wet tongue embraced the soft and stiff nipple, making a diligent attempt to suck it off. But it was still stuck no matter how hard and long I sucked that little meat marshmallow. Letting out moans against her supple skin and feeling it reverberate out and showcasing how much I enjoyed it. Her moans were stifled out by the fact she didn't want to be all too loud. Not wanting the newcomer nor the public to hear how ratchet she could become as they were still in the eyes of the public - if one were to look up at spot them that was.
Making a trail of kisses from the middle of her chest and stopping right below her belly button. My hands following right along and hiking up her tight skirt and using a bit of elbow grease to fully cup them above her waist.
"No panties today, Yunky?" A curious brow raised up from me and slipping my dominant hand between her inner thighs and discovering the forbidden secret that now only us two know.
"Hehe, oops. Might have forgotten to put a pair on today!" Her words were feeble and ineffective, but she spoke out in such a bright, girlish voice that made her seem like a naive, innocent girl. This sort of acting made me fall more her and just shrugging my body in a non-caring manner.
Taking a glance down between her thick thighs and noticing the girl was sporting a beautiful and clean-shaven pussy. Her lower lips were small and thin but still distinct enough to realize that it was her curved shape. How healthy and pink it was and… well soaked? After a caring caressing of her bosoms. Everything was easily spotted enough and picking out apart from one another.
Yunkyoung was my own oasis. Maybe my personal one with how things were being drawn out. Dipping my head in deeper down and slurped up more of the pink-haired girl's sweet juices - as much as I could. Playing with her clit and flaps with my decadent tongue. My wet muscle was doing a fabulous job (or so I thought, with how many moans she slipped out and grabbed onto my hair.) Her pussy tasted to divine, so heavenly and never wanting to leave, but I was on a limit. Lunch time was almost over and we couldn't spend the full allotted time doing this when there was a newbie on the insides. It was too unfortunate that he couldn't fill her insides with white, but there should be another time when they handle the rest of this.
Making small kisses on the innards of her thighs and sliding my tongue against her skin. SMall purple marks on her white skin to let her know who was just there. Maybe even Yeonhee could spot it if she was diligent enough to notice any differences.
"Why -- why'd you stop?" Yunky's voice got so whiny as I pulled my body up, my legs felt wobbly from standing on my heels for the past half hour and needing to get the blood pumping in them again before they slept on themselves.
"Yeonhee's gonna start searching the office and realize we left and came back together if she's smart enough." Rolling the cuffs on my sleeves up and wiping any lingering liquids on my mouth before gazing down at her. Seeing what a disheveled mess she was and buttoning up her blouse one by one, making sure to leave her bra behind as a treat for me when we get back to the daily tasks at hand.
"Besides, knowing you, you might need some time to doll yourself up again so I might just head back down first so it doesn't look too suspicious to her." My body slumped down to grab the littered cup of coffee that was previously on the floor, walking on over to the trash bin, and turning around to spot the girl one final time in her state. Seeing how she was looking at herself in the camera on her phone she had those worries to think about now before finally heading back over to my desk.
Stepping back into the fray of things and seeing Yeonhee diligently work on her tasks I gave out to her before the break, seeing how she might have just ignored her lunch in itself to try to get an inkling better at the job.
"Alright, Yeonhee." Making sure my voice was loud and clear as I stood above her cubicle. Just thinking about this got my head hurting already and I can't seem to communicate properly. My hand going up to my forehead to try to wane off any of the pain. Yunkyoung did mention that she picked up a hard worker to help with my work. All Yeonhee has to do is work hard.
"So what do you know how to do? You don't know any of the basic office programs on your computer, you can't make paper copies…" With each thing I listed out, she shook her head, hands on her lap with her pleading eyes looking up at me. Why did Yunky choose her - or the company in general? Surely this isn't another case of some family problem going on…
"Wow… this is why young children -"
"You're saying boomer stuff now." My head whipped over to the girl with a shocked expression, eyes widening at her words with her hands covering up her lips. "Oops."
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