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osachiyo · 7 months

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ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴍɪᴛ ! | ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ ➣ nanami x fem!reader

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴄᴡ ➣ nsfw content (mdni or I'll beat you), brat!reader, hard dom!nanami, hairpulling, pussy slapping, spanking, fingering, throat fucking, bathroom sex, degradation, teasing, jealousy, 1.3k+ words of filth

⟣ ──┈ · · · + ᴀ/ɴ ➣ I'M SO SORRY FOR HOLDING THIS UP FOR SO DAMN LONG this man makes me so damn feral it's not even funny.. this is for my angel @nanamibeloved (hope I did ur man justice rylie !!)

⟣ ──┈ · · · + sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➣ during your house warming party, you have the genius idea of flirting with your husband's co-worker, how wrong could it go, right?

Kento was pissed, to say the least. You guys threw a house warming party tonight, just for you to cling onto satoru's arm the entire goddamn night. It was infuriating, and downright insulting to your husband, Kento. He was way too prideful to show it though, brushing you both off with a wave of his hand as he sips on his drink.

Somehow he lasted until dinner, you being seated next to Satoru, tits pressed up against his arm as you giggle at his stupid jokes. You were supposed to sit next to him, not the white haired dumbass. He was gonna be patient, though. There will be plenty of time to punish you later− "oh my, 'toru your muscles are so big!" You giggled, shamelessly feeling your husband's co-worker up in front of him as Satoru's lips stretched to reveal a sleazy smirk, and your lover decided he had enough. Cursing under his breath, Kento formed a polite smile, excusing himself from the dinner table before discreetly glaring at your direction, silently demanding you go with him. You smirked to yourself, this is exactly what you wanted.

You were slammed against the bathroom door as soon as you locked the door. You looked up to see your husband towering over you, a menacing aura surrounding him, it intimidated and turned you on at the same time, your thighs clenching together, god− you wanted him so bad.

"on your knees," Kento's jaw was clenched, palms flat against the door, effectively trapping you in. Scoffing, you tugged on his cheetah print tie, yanking him closer to you, "why don't you make me?" You could almost see the vein popping out of his forehead, "so you're playing that game, huh? fine, have it your way." Was the last thing he uttered before you were pushed down to your knees, a large veiny hand tangled in your roots as you winced in pain. "ow! kento− it took me like 3 hours to style my hai−" you were cut off by your husband's hardened length slapping against your cheek, effectively shutting you up. "I don't want to hear your blabbering," he sighed, pushing the bulbous tip past your lips as he shuddered in delight. "now, get to work, slut." You whined at the derogatory name, licking the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, suckling lightly on the tip. He hissed when you slowly started to take him fully into your mouth, fingers tangled in your hair tightening with each inch you swallow. You took half of him before abruptly pulling off− his brows twitched in annoyance and he breaths a quiet "enough" before slamming into your mouth forcefully, the mushroom tip reaching the very back of your throat as you sputter and gag on it, not expecting him to be so rough. he keeps going till your lips touch the small tuff of dirty blonde hair near his base before pulling out almost completely− then brutally thrusting back into the wet heat of your mouth.

It went like that for what felt like an eternity− brutally thrusting in and out, in and out until you were on the verge of passing out, your hands that were previously slapping and scratching at his muscular thighs now went almost limp beside you before he pulled out with a groan. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he saw you coughing and breathing heavily, saliva and precum dripping down your chin in webs, trying your best to get air back in your lungs. But all of that guilt quickly disappeared once you looked up at him with a cocky but weak smirk, tears gathered in your lashes− "that all you got? I'm disappointed."

Oh you were such a vixen, and that's exactly what he loved about you. He was going to break you.

Even as he pushed you onto the marbel sink, large hands prying your thighs apart and he could practically smell your arousal− saliva pooling in his mouth. God, he needed to taste you. Right now.

And he did− thumb sliding your panties to the side as his tongue licks a fat stripe up your cunt, savouring your bitter sweet taste on his eager tongue. The tip of his tongue gently circled your swollen clit, your hands clawing at the smooth marble as you arch further into his mouth− only to be put back in place as he presses down on your lower tummy, looking up at you from between your legs, his saliva and your slick coating his chin as he peers up at you with those beautiful, brown eyes that held jealousy, lust and most importantly− so much love and adoration for you. The look in his eyes let you know that this was indeed, the man you fell in love with. The sweet, caring Ken−

Your thoughts got cut off by him slipping his tongue into your hole, groaning lowly at the taste− his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs; rough and calloused from his ruthless years of jujutsu. He'd never get tired of your addicting taste on his skilled tongue, it was almost like dopamine to him− the feeling of your clit throbbing against his tongue as he slurped everything you had to offer. "god, could never get tired of this pussy," he groaned lowly into your cunt, the vibrations from his gravelly voice against your sensitive core made your head spin− how was he so fucking good at this? Every time felt like the first time with him and you loved it− you both did, really.

He loved how your thighs trembled pathetically as he blew on your clit, two thick fingers slipping in to massage your inner walls. His tongue lapping and sucking softly on your little bud before biting it gently, laughing cruelly when you tried to close your thighs around his head. "darling, you're only making things worse for yourself," he sighed calmly before brutally cracking a hand down on your inner thigh, making the soft flesh jiggle and sting as you let out a pained yelp, a fresh wave of tears gathering in your pitiful eyes.

"s' mean.." you sniffled, timidly wiping your tears with the back of your hand, broken gasps emitting from your mouth as he lands soft slaps on your pussy, webs of slick sticking to his fingers as they collide with your aching cunt. "didn't you want this?" He scoffed, two fingers spreading your lips apart and licking his lips at your hole clenching on nothing as it gushed more of your sweet essence− pooling on the fancy marble. "wanted to be taught a lesson− and fucked stupid? huh?" he swiftly landed two spanks right on your clit− a loud cry leaving your mouth and he glared at you with those brown− almost fully black now eyes, effectively getting you to quiet down. You didn't want to see what happens if you angered him further. You honestly didn't expect him to be this rough.

But you couldn't get yourself to complain when he flipped you around, taking his beloved tie off and binding your hands behind you− tight. He easily picked you up and pushed you against the door once again, face smushed against the high quality wood as he pushed your panties down to your knees in one fluid motion− quickly lining up with your entrance before pushing the fat tip in, making the both of you let out quiet moans. Your nails were digging into the sweaty palms of your hand at this point− yelping in surprise when he grabbed your hair and yanked your face to the side before enveloping your parted lips in a kiss. The kiss was much sweeter and gentle compared to his borderline brutal thrusts− a perfect balance, if you will.

Your ass recoiled with each slam of his hips against it, nasty squelching sounds filling the walls as you tried your very best to stay quiet. But unfortunately for you, your husband wasn't having any of that. Instead of shushing and telling you to keep quiet− he encouraged you to be louder− to scream his name until your lungs burned. He wanted you to be so damn loud so that fucker Satoru would know that you're his− that you're Kento's and he would make sure of it.

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imsilay · 9 months

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How about König rescuing his obsession from an abusive boyfriend and then claiming her while he watches helpless?

LATIBULE

mdni, cw: abuse, cursing, hair pulling, punching, beating, broken bones? (idk im terrible at tagging :/ )

word count: 0.8k

i’m gonna make pt.2 :) edit: POSTED! here

cr: paldedpul on twt (i’m not sure)

Your cheek burned and you gasped with pain when your boyfriend hit you across the face. “You fucking slut. You’re no good for anything.” he hissed and grabbed a fistful of your hair. He yanked it back and caused so much pain that your mouth fall agape. You tried to reach his hand and push him away from your hair but he didn’t gave you time to reach. Another hand found your throat and he pinned your back against his chest, pulling your hair and squeezing the oxygen out of your lungs. All you could do was squirm and cry. You felt so pathetic, helpless. The man you loved was taking his anger out on you because things didn’t go as he wanted.

At the time you thought everything was over, the door broke open. Your boyfriend’s head snapped towards the door and his grip loosened. Your body fell down and you coughed, gasping for air. Before you could process what was going on, your boyfriend’s body fall next to you with a loud thud. Then someone sat on his stomach and punched him in the face, hard, so hard that you heard his jaw break. The man didn’t stop. He was furious. How could that bastard hit his little one? How could he hurt you while König was afraid to touch your hair? Who did he think he is? The only reason König let him to be with you was the smile on your face when you talked about him. And yet, that bastard was here, hurting his little one. A deadly mistake. Punch after punch, König mercilessly hit your boyfriend’s face without caring about his pleading.

“‘m gonna break your bones until you pass out from the pain. Then i will do it again, again and again. Until there’s no broken bone in your body. Arschloch.” König hissed. Then he grabbed him by the collar and pulled his body up, as if he was a bag of potatoes. König threw him in the chair, his face was covered in blood and he was groaning in pain. “But first…” König forced himself to look at you. His heart ached as he saw your tears. That was the last thing you deserved. He just wanted to snap that stupid boyfriend’s -not anymore, now he was a living dead- neck. “Beg forgiveness from meine Königin.” (My queen.) König grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to face you. Your boyfriend was crying and begging for forgiveness from you for half an hour. Whenever you tried to say it was enough, König pulled his hair harder and forced him to beg with a broken jaw some more. It was just the beginning of the endless pain Konig would cause him.

After he decided it was enough, Konig tied him down to the chair and walked to you. With his hands covered in your ex’s blood and trembling uncontrollably, König fell on his knees and embraced your body tightly, until every centimeter of your body was covered by his massive frame. "Don't cry." he mumbled like it was hurting him physically to see you in pain. "What that arschloch did to you?" He kissed the top of your head and caressed your hair with his trembling hand. He was so afraid to touch you, you barely felt the hand on your hair. "It hurt." you sobbed. As your cries increased, you clung to his body, burying your head into his neck and wetting his t-shirt with your tears - he hugged you tighter. “Meine Königin…” he whimpered like an injured animal. “Don’t cry, bitte. I beg you.” his whole body tensed with the want for your ex’s blood. He wanted to draw blood, to cause pain from beyond that bastard caused you. “‘m gonna kill that bastard.” he mumbled and kissed your hair again. He was using all his willpower not to fall for his anger. “Say something.” he buried his head into your hair and held you tighter. Trying to contain his anger. Hearing you cry was worse than the torment he received in his past. It was worse than the time when they cut a deep wound on his chest or pressed hot iron on his back. He wished for another wound rather than seeing you cry that much.

By the time your sobs stopped he was at the edge of going crazy. “König.” you finally mumbled and his heart skipped a beat. “Ja, meine Königin?” he immediately answered, like if you command him to kill he wouldn’t think twice. Your ex’s pained groans filled your ears as you lifted your head from his neck and looked into his eyes. “How did you know?” you questioned. Because you haven’t told anyone about your abusive boyfriend. "I thought i was going to... " he shushed you by slamming his lips into yours, your head was now inside his mask. He pulled your body into his lap and hungrily kissed your lips. He was gentle though. The sudden want to possess and claim you as his was overwhelming, but he didn’t want to force you for anything after your traumatizing experience. "Let’s get you out of here, meine Königin." he mumbled after the kiss and kissed the bruised skin of your neck.

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queen-of-reptiles · 5 months

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𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂

𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘

description: the times that convinced the account y/n.bronze that they were right about the captain and Lucy Bronze's relationship

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lucy bronze x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction - do not take any of this seriously!

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, cuteness

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y/n.bronze: Here is a thread of instances which confirm that Lucy and y/n are together in my mind - the bottom of the thread is where it gets good.

1. How Lucy looked at her during the post match interview after beating Spain??? Like, her eyes were literally heart shaped??? I want that!

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y/n was absolutely knackered, it had been a very eventful game and while victory was in the end a 3-1 win for them, it didn't feel as if the game was easy.

The England captain was being practically held up by her midfield counterpart Keira, the woman well aware their captain would get player of the match, having scored England's first and third goal of the game.

y/n had been everywhere that game, hardly stopping and continously talking and shouting to her girls so much her voice had gone hoarse. She was sipping at her drink slowly, trying to regain some feeling in her body.

"y/n, you and Lucy are up for interviews." Sarina informed her and the captain groaned, her teammates laughing at her as Sarina shook her head playfully.

y/n forced herself away from Keira's warm hold and toward her lover who had her coat in her hands. Lucy and y/n had been dating four years, and while over the past year there had been speculation of their relationship the two had never confirmed it.

They hadn't felt as if they needed to, being happy enough and secure enough to just need themselves and their teams to know. But ever since y/n made the move to Barcelona from her childhood team of Arsenal and her best friend, the rumours had only grew.

The England team adored the two's relationship, finding the 32 year old and 27 year old truly adorable and hilarious in their relationship and had done a considerable amount to help them keep it quiet.

Lucy and y/n made their way over to the interviewer, hands brushing one another's as they smiled at the woman who handed them their microphones and began asking questions.

"No completely." y/n said in agreement to the interviewer, smiling kindly as Lucy paused, her eyes softening as she watched the love of her life discuss their team.

Lucy was looking at her as if she had just placed the stars in the sky, and the camera did nothing to hide the look of pure adoration and love the right-back was looking at her lover with.

"The English are never done, and the girls worked so well today to remind everyone of that, and prove that we have a lot more to give." y/n smiled and her eyes moved to Lucy's.

The look in the older woman's eyes was one y/n say often, and she returned it with just as much love as Lucy began to answer a question, knowing full well, social media was about to go insane.

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2. When y/n was knocked over during the Sweden game and Lucy didn't even hesitate to square up, her face was so worried, and she only stopped when y/n GRABBED HER HAND?!

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y/n knew this game was going to be tough, violent, but she had not quite estimated how much. Her girls were fighting and fighting hard, and they had been rewarded for it. They were 3-0 up, the first goal was her own.

y/n looked up quickly, the ball at her feet as she danced past another player and sent the ball toward Lauren who was making a quick run. Just as Lauren recieved the ball, y/n was thrown.

Her small frame shook and she practically flew to the side as the shove and ankle which caused her fall threw her onto the ground harshly, rolling in the grass y/n coughed out, the air sucked from her lungs.

The whistle blew but Lucy was seeing red. The older woman had always been protective of her girlfriend, the small midfielder usually the victim of harsh tackles as she was too quick to catch.

Lucy's body was instantly covering y/n's her eyes glaring at the Swedish player who had made the tackle, Lucy wasn't foolish enough to do anything, but it didn't stop the anger rolling off her.

"What the hell was that?" Lucy spat at her, the Swedish player trying to come up with an answer as the referee finally made her way over, a harsh look on her face.

y/n groaned as she heaved a breath in, Lucy still shouting at the player in anger, the referee trying to keep the players crowding around her calm.

The medics helped y/n to her feet, the woman confirming she was okay, just momentarily winded. Lucy stepped forward in anger but y/n darted forward.

Her hand gripped Lucy's fingers, turning the right-back to face her as the referee carded the player who had tackled her, her teammates trying to convince the referee for a red.

"Hey, I'm okay, Calm down." y/n whispered to her lover, her own hand gripping her hand tightly.

Lucy's eyes scanned her, trying to see if she was lying or trying to hide any discomfort, but when their eyes found one another Lucy knew she was telling the truth.

"Okay." Lucy whispered, squeezing y/n's hand before walking away, the two both aware that everyone will have noticed the interaction.

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3. Ellie, in a livestream for City YESTERDAY saying that she would stay with Lucy and y/n, confirming they live together - which we already thought!

Then going on to say they have a spare room - even though Lucy has said multiple times she lives in a two bed apartment and y/n has never said anything about her 'place'!

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Ellie Roebuck and Lauren Hemp sat on two chairs, doing a video for the man city women's you-tube of being asked questions and answering them on whiteboards.

The two had just been asked out of all their teammates international and club level who would they like to live with most. Both turning their boards around, Lauren saying 'Alex Greenwood' because she was motherly and cooked well.

Ellie on the other hand had said 'y/n and Lucy' the two in Barcelona but on the same international team as the blonde goalkeeper, Lauren laughed in agreement.

"Well, they have a spare room, y/n cooks such good food and I feel like I would be looked after." Ellie laughs, Lauren chuckling along.

"Their spare room is lush, super homey with all the blankets." Lauren agreed.

"And the weather in Barcelona is all hot and nice." Ellie added. "So yeah, definitely the skipper and Luce!" Ellie adds smiling.

It was only as the two blondes walked away from the end of filming did they realise what they had done, because Lucy had stated several times she lived in a two bed apartment.

And the two had managed to spill the fact the two lived together and they had a spare room, they instantly facetimed their captain, but the woman wasn't worried.

Both her and Lucy weren't overly worried about hiding their relationship anymore and to Ellie's relief she was invited to stay with them during the off season to taste more of her captain's delicious cooking.

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4. The fact when y/n scored in the Sweden game she ran at Lucy first??? AND JUMPED ON HER

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It was ten minutes into the semi-finals of the euros. Sweden were a fantastic side, everyone knew it and as y/n waited on the outside of the box, she hoped one of her team had the ability to head this corner in.

The ball was sent in, it bouncing from a Swedish head and landing at y/n's feet. The woman hardly thought, she just reacted and fired it at the top corner, the net shaking from the strength of her goal.

y/n grinned, shouting in happiness as she ran at her lover, to estatic to care in the moment as she jumped at Lucy, the brunette catching her easily.

y/n's legs locked around her torso as Lucy's hand went under her arse and the other around her back to keep her stable. Lucy buried her head into her stomach as the team swarmed them.

y/n jumped back down the team crowding her in a hug, and as they ran back to restart she shared another loving smile with Lucy, the two both loving the eventual photo which came from that celebration.

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5. The fact y/n left ARSENAL - her childhood team - to go play for Barca only months after Lucy had and she even admitted in an interview LUCY WAS A BIG PART OF THAT DECISION

6 When Lucy called y/n in an interview the other day and she answered with 'hi my love???' LIKE????

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y/n smiled as she listened to the interview asking her how it was to leave Arsenal for her new team, the reds having been such a massive part in her childhood.

"It was so hard, yes, it was great to know Keira and I were going from our respective clubs together, but I definitely left a big part of me in North London." y/n nodded.

"I came through that academy, my best friend is there, my co-captain through it all. So yeah, it was a tough decision." y/n nodded.

"And what helped that decision?" The interviewer asked.

"The sun here definitely." y/n laughed and the interviewer joined her in her laughter.

"Well, you are half Italian. Anything else?" the interviewer asked, but her phone began to ring and y/n muttered an apology as she answered it, Lucy's name on the screen.

"Hi my love. You okay?" y/n asked into the phone, her lover replying with a yes and asking where she was. "i'm just at an interview Luce." y/n hummed.

"Shit, forgot, sorry, I'm going." Her girlfriend gasped before hanging up the phone. y/n chuckled and apologised again, the interviewer waving it off as she asked about the right-back and y/n felt the honesty flow through her.

"Yes, Lucy Bronze was a big part of it too, obviously she has been at Barcelona longer than I and we talked a lot about the move, she was such a help in me deciding." y/n explains.

"She understood my worry, but also helped me ease them and for me it was about learning a new way of football, and Lucy has been such a help in me getting used to it here." y/n smiled again.

And when that interview would eventually come out, Lucy Bronze would be holding her lover, letting the tears fall as she pressed her lips to y/n's continuously telling her how much she truly loved her.

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7. THE FACT THAT THE MOST RECENT BARCA TRAINING PHOTO Y/N HAS LUCY'S TRAINING TOP ON - AND WHEN KEIRA NOTICED SHE MOVED SLIGHTLY TO PLACE HERSELF IN FRONT OF THE NUMBER SO THE CAMERA COULDN'T SEEE

fr I need friends that dedicated to hiding my relationship

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y/n huffed as she tugged her shirt up again, the marks on her collarbone hidden well enough for now by the shirt which seemed far to big for her today.

The right-back chuckled as she pulled the car to a stop in the car park, leaning over the console to cup her girlfriend's face. Her hand gripped y/n's jaw, turning her to face her.

"Stop huffing." Lucy chided, leaning forward to peck the pout from her lover's lips.

"If someone sees these Lucia, you won't have any sex for a week." y/n warns the woman.

Lucy instantly whines in protest her hand reaching down to unclip her lover's seatbelt and pull her sideways across her lap, y/n letting out a panicked yelp as she did so.

The two despite being in a relationship for nearly four years, they were still parallel to teenagers, hardly ever able to keep their hands from one's another's body and their lips from each other's mouths.

"I don't remember you complaining last night baby." Lucy hums lowly, her accent thickening with the gruff in her voice, the sound of her lover's moans, the arch of her back engrained in her brain as her favourite movie.

Lucy's lips pecked down the side of y/n's neck, the girl instantly bending her head back to give Lucy more free skin to work with which caused the brunette to smirk at the hold she had over her.

"In fact, I remember the words, 'faster' and 'more' coming from your mouth a few times last night." Lucy continues.

y/n's eyes roll back slightly from the pleasure inducing tension, but she pushes herself up and off Lucy, glaring at her lover who she realises is just trying to seduce her.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" y/n asked as she leans down to get her bag, jumping out of the car, but as she turns she feels herself pinned, Lucy's hips stopping her moving as the brunette leans over her easily.

"Would you like me to seduce you?" Lucy asks, her lips brushing the shell of y/n's ear. The player shivers, leaning up to press her lips against her lover's who matches the fierce force of her kiss.

"Ay ay ay!" a shout echoes and the two pull away to see Mapi and Patri grinning and cheering, y/n rolling her eyes as she drags her lover inside.

"Lovebirds, no having sex in the car park." Alexia warns the two, but there is an amount of amusement in her eyes as she hugs y/n in greeting.

"Too late for that then." Lucy hums innocently, causing Mapi to spit out her water.

"Que??" Mapi shrieks and y/n shrugs at her friend.

what

"It had been a long week." She hums and Alexia wrinkles her nose in disgust.

The group laugh it off and walk to the gym, Keira and y/n discussing the newest episode of Queen Charlotte they had been watching together with bright excitement.

Just as they started working out, the usual social media team moved inside and the group cheered them in welcome, having known them well by this point.

y/n was doing her usual stretches, chatting with Aitana when she felt it. A body behind her, blocking her back from the camera and y/n turned to see Keira.

"Hey, you okay?" y/n asked as she turned to face her friend, the camera moving off them.

"Yeah, just, didn't want anyone to think you've changed numbers." Keira hums and y/n's eyes widen as she looks behind her and sighs at Lucy's number on her back.

"Thought this was too big for me." y/n sighed and Keira chuckled. "Must have grabbed her extra this morning." She adds, before she pauses and looks over at her girlfriend who was grinning happily.

"She gave the top to you this morning didn't she?" Keira asks, already knowing the games Lucy liked the play.

"Yep." y/n sighs before she walks over to her girlfriend and Keira laughs as Lucy shrieks.

"Ow!"

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LASTLY - the fact they went on holiday together after the euros after Ibiza, and the photos ... the PHOTOS

okay, I'm done, they're soooo dating, thank you.

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y/n giggled as Lucy's hand tugged her toward the villa they were staying at. The team who had gone to Ibiza after the euros had rented three villas for them all, and Lucy's and y/n's room-mates were still out partying.

Due to the fact, Leah, Georgia, Jordan were planning on not coming home for several hours, Lucy saw the opportunity to steal her girlfriend away and spend some time truly celebrating her lover.

"Come 'ere." Lucy hums, leaning down and connecting her lips to her lover's. The villa just in sight as y/n sighed into the deep kiss, her hands gripping Lucy's shoulders.

Lucy's hands trailed down y/n's bare back, burning the skin with her soft touch. Lucy nipped at y/n's bottom lip causing her to moan into her lover's mouth.

"Come on, we're nearly there." y/n gasped at Lucy and the woman nodded, fumbling to get the door open and tugging her lover in. Quickly the right-back pressed her lover against it.

With her strength Lucy easily held the power as she pressed a dangerously loving kiss against y/n's lips. As they continued and the noises got louder, neither of them noticed their phones going crazy over a very shadowy photograph.

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"Smile!" y/n chimes, Lucy turning her head just as y/n snaps a photo of her lover, the two now in Spain for a private holiday of their own before returning to their club.

Lucy chuckled as y/n smiled at the photo, leaning over to pull her lover closer, y/n sighed as she settled into Lucy's shoulder, turning on her front to let her back tan for a bit.

Lucy's hand wrapped around her, landing on the skin of her ass which was bare due to the thong swimsuit she was wearing. Once again the two had rented out a small house.

Therefore no one was near, no one could see their back pool or garden and no one could make any noise complaints over the next seven days.

Lucy's hand squeezed for a moment before letting her hand settle, still gripping slightly and y/n huffed, trying to push her lover's hand off.

"Stop, I'm going to get a tan line." y/n scolds, trying to pull Lucy's hand off.

"Is that supposed to stop me?" Lucy asks lazily, y/n scoffs and biting her shoulder in response. "Ow!" Lucy yelps, sitting up.

y/n makes a noise of pride, shuffling her sun bed away from her lover and closing her eyes as she continued to tan, her lover going suspiciously quiet.

Suddenly, there was a faint pull from her back and she was lifted over someone's shoulder. y/n let out a call of shock, especially when she realised the pull was Lucy discarding her bikini top.

"Lucia!" y/n called, but the brunette just ignored her and threw her onto the bed, jumping on top of her quickly so she couldn't scramble away.

"We have a few hours before dinner. I've got time." Lucy said simply, before her mouth found y/'s nipple and the woman lost all fight in her body.

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After dinner, and y/n once more taking photos of her lover who she continuously told was the most gorgeous in the world. The two walked slowly back to their place.

The two walked across the beach, feet sinking into the sand as they talked, hands connected shoes in Lucy's bag. Eventually Lucy pulled her lover to a stop, just outside the house, the sun only just setting as she did so.

"I'm so proud of you love, you know that?" Lucy asks the Lioness captain. "You took us to that win." She adds and y/n sighs as she leans forward.

"I did it for you." y/n said simply, forehead's connected. Lucy did not fight that, because she knew it was completely true.

"I love you." Lucy hums.

"I love you too." y/n replies, leaning up to kiss her lover in the shadow of dusk. The light kiss so quick, it hardly happened, but both felt every spark it created.

Lucy led her in the night being filled with loving and soft touches, whispered nothings and soft moans, neither noticed the camera which had caught the kiss moments ago.

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Asshole Instructor

Luke Castellan x Jackson!Reader

Request: luke x jackson!reader angst to fluff like he likes reader but bullies her and like one day she almost dies and then he feels so guilty and confesses

Summary: Luke has been an asshole but he can't help it until he realizes the girl he likes could be gone any minute

Warning: Angst, bullying, Luke acting like a five year old, monsters, injuries

Word Count: 1.5K

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A/N I tweaked your request a bit so the story flows more imo

“Faster,” I yelled at one of our newest campers. Y/N Jackson dropped her sword and ripped off her helmet, looking at me with fury in her eyes. I was a little afraid but mostly really attracted to her like this.

“Don’t fu-”

“Hey, we don’t curse,” I reminded her of the camp rules. “What with all the kids around.” Seeing her become even angrier made it so hard not to laugh. I was just glad that we weren’t near any bodies of water. When I had told her that her 12 year old brother was a better fighter than her at dinner, every glass of water rose up in the air she was so mad.

She just threw the sword down and stormed off. “Hey!” I yelled after her. “You’re not dismissed.” But she ignored me, continuing to storm off towards the beach. I felt a pang of guilt antagonizing her to the point that she left but I figured I shouldn’t chase after her if she was going to be around water. Plus, it was funny to see her get so mad.

I turned around the clean up the arena only to see Annabeth standing there looking unimpressed. “Why are you being so mean to her?” she asked.

“I’m not, I'm just messing around.”

She rolled her eyes. “No, you’re antagonizing her. And I think I know why,” she smirked.

“Why?” I asked, deciding to humor her.

“Because you looove her,” she replied smugly, drawing out ‘love.’

“I do not,” I immediately defended. I cringed as my response was too fast. She only gave me a satisfied smirk. “Fine, okay. She’s pretty, I’ll give you that.” Annabeth just raised her eyebrow. “And smart,” I admitted. She kept looking at me. “And nice.” More looks. “Fine! Whenever I see her I want to kiss her and never let her out of my sight.”

A smile broke out on her face, finally satisfied. “See? Now go tell her that. Well- maybe not that exactly. You’ll probably scare her off. But tell her how you feel instead of harassing her and making her hate you.”

My heart stopped. “She hates me?”

“Probably!” Annabeth said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Or at least she will if you keep treating her so terribly.”

“Fine, I’ll apologize to her after dinner,” I sighed.

“No! Now,” she demanded.

“But she’s at the beach. She’ll kill me!”

“I don’t care. Go,” she said, pointing down the beach. “And take this to her.”

I grumbled, grabbing her helmet from Annabeth before heading after the daughter of Poseidon. When I finally found her she was sitting near a cluster of rocks, clearly trying not to be noticed by anyone. But as I prepared to tell her how I felt but as I looked at her, I thought about all the horrible ways she could reject me. And then humiliate me by telling everyone in camp about it. So instead I threw the helmet at her.

It bounced off the rock with a clang, clearly startling her. “What? Are you gonna cry because I told you, you sucked. What are you 5?”

“Go away, Luke,” she yelled. I once again felt a pang in my chest as I heard the trembling in her voice. Whether from rage or tears I wasn’t quite sure. But picturing her laughing in my face as she rejected me made me keep going.

“I see why your dad went back to your mom. He couldn’t have his only demigod child in decades be so weak like you.”

“I said go away!” she yelled, standing up. Her eyes were practically on fire as she looked at me with a burning glare. The ocean was getting choppier behind her before it lunged up into a huge wave, soaking me to the bone. I coughed when it finally receded and she was left there, standing dry. “Leave me alone or I’ll stuff you in a sewer pipe,” she threatened, walking off.

When I told Annabeth what happened she threatened to stuff me in a sewer pipe. But other than that she let it go and I hadn’t seen much of Y/N. Which hurt at times because I missed seeing her and I thought about her all the time but I honestly deserved that threat she gave me so I respected her wishes.

That was until I heard a scream and then a boy’s desperate yell. I was in the arena when I heard it and didn’t hesitate running towards the sound. There I found Percy and his sister at the edge of the forest. Percy was frantically pushing on his sister’s bleeding leg as she was getting visibly paler. He looked up, seeing me. “Do something!” he yelled.

I ran over, kneeling by her side. I could now see the wound clearly and it was deep. Deep enough to kill her from blood loss. She already had a puddle underneath her and I could see a trail coming from the woods. “Go get Chiron,” I told the boy. He nodded, getting up to sprint to the Big House.

I looked at Y/N’s face, surprised to see her still conscious. “Surprised you’re not cutting me further open,” she said through shallow breaths.

“Look, I’m sorry I’ve treated you like shit and I promise I’ll explain why when you’re better but I need you to focus on staying awake right now. Think you can do that?”

Despite the fact that my hands were keeping her from bleeding out she had the audacity to roll her eyes. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” I breathed. I felt ashamed realizing that was probably the first nice thing I had ever said to her.

Once some Apollo kids came and took her the Big House I went with them. But once they had her in the sickroom and everyone else was kicked out, I became wracked with guilt and worry. I made her life miserable. Why? Because I was afraid of my own feelings for her? I realized just how ridiculous that was. And I realized how little time I may have to actually confess my feelings.

“What happened, Percy?” Chiron’s words interrupted my thoughts.

“We were in the forest just trying to get some monster fighting experience when this big… dog—I think it was a hellhound—jumped at me out of nowhere. I guess she saw it first because she pushed me out of the way but its claws caught her leg,” Percy explained. “Is she going to be alright?” he asked, tears in his wide eyes.

“Yes, she should be fine,” Chiron assured the boy before sending a reassuring look to me too. Did everyone know I liked her? I briefly cursed Annabeth, she probably told him.

But soon enough Lee and Michael said we could go in so I followed Percy into the room. Her leg was wrapped in a pristine white bandage and the sheets must have been changed because they were also white in contrast to her bloody shirt and shorts.

“Percy, why don’t you go get her some clothes for when she wakes up?” I suggested. He looked reluctant but went anyway so I could talk to her. I took a seat by her head, observing her peaceful, beautiful face. “I don’t know if you can hear me but… at least you can’t reject me like this,” I said, letting out an empty chuckle. “But um I guess I'm fulfilling my promise. The reason I’ve been such an asshole to you is because… well… I think I’m in love with you. And I was afraid of my feelings and that you’d reject me so I took it out on you and I’m sorry for that. You didn’t deserve that.”

I sat there for a beat of silence, unsure what to do. But just before I stood up and left, I felt her fingers brush against mine. “Took you long enough to confess, jerk,” she said. I looked back at her, finding the slightest smile and her gorgeous eyes.

“So… you like me too?” I asked, my heart pounding with insecurity.

“Yeah, of course I do,” she admitted. I smiled, leaning down to press my lips to hers. When I pulled away to breathe she took the opportunity to speak. “If you tell anyone I’ll stuff you in a sewer pipe.”

“Sure you will,” I taunted her, connecting our lips again. This time I only pulled away when I heard a slightly squeaky voice.

“What are you doing with my sister?”

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dark-fics-4-you · 10 months

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Ahhh you knocked it out of the park!!! Thank you for doing my request (somno step bro Rafe). Would love if you did more or some virginity loss or something :) I feel like reader would catch Rafe being hard around her accidentally and get innocently curious

Saving the spicy stuff for a main chapters but I was inspired by this ask so here’s a lil blurb 😏

Rafe sat on the couch, scrolling through your instagram feed. Pic after pic of you at parties, past halloween costumes that were much too skimpy for you to be posting for just anyone to see, and photos of you posing with friends filled your profile.

He paused on a beach pic that you had posted a few weeks ago. Sarah was an excellent photographer, and you two frequently did little photoshoots together for each other.

You were in the sand, lying on your back on a blue beach towel, propped up by your elbows with your legs stretched out. The white bikini you were wearing barely covered anything, and Rafe could see your hardened nipples poking through the thin material.

His tongue darted between his lips, pants tightening as he grew hard. Rafe took a screenshot, saving the pic to his folder of his favorite pictures of you.

When he heard the door open behind him, he quickly pocketed his phone, glancing over his shoulder to see you bouncing in with a grin.

“Hey Rafey, I was looking for you!”

“C’mere bunny.” He gestured for you to come closer.

He wasn’t expecting you to climb into his lap for a hug.

You threw your legs over his lap, wrapping your arms around his chest and squeezing him in a hug.

Rafe tensed, trying to think about anything other than his adorable lil step sis sitting in his lap. Despite his efforts, he could feel himself getting harder as you squirmed.

“Do you think we could make a liquor run soon? I have that party with Sarah and John B and the other guys tonight!” You were clearly excited about the get together, a little too excited for Rafe’s comfort.

“You’re actually going to that?” Rafe asked in annoyance, trying to focus on something other than your bare thighs so close to him.

“I mean yeah, they’re my friends! I like hanging out with John B, Pope, Kie, and JJ!”

At the mention of JJ’s name, Rafe’s jaw tightened, jealously flashing through him.

He knew that JJ was just like all the other Pogues. No good trash from the Cut, who would steal and lie to get what they want. But Rafe’s qualms with JJ went beyond just Kook vs Pogue war.

Rafe knew that JJ liked you. It’s not like he had to be an genius to notice, he had seen JJ staring at you so many times that he had grown accustomed to hating the other blond even more than the rest of the Pogues.

JJ was nothing but bad news. The type of guy that slept around and broke new girl’s hearts weekly. The type of guy who would eat you alive if given the chance.

And the thought of JJ putting his hands on you, or even thinking about putting his hands on you, made Rafe want to explode with rage.

“You’ve been hanging around those pogues a lot recently,” Rafe spat out, jaw clenching.

“Ugh lighten up, Rafey. I’m here now, aren’t I?” You asked in annoyance as you rolled your eyes, shifting on his lap.

Rafe bit back a groan at the motion, passing it off as a cough.

“Damn Rafe, you gotta stop smoking, it’s already affecting your lungs,” you teased lightly, completely unaware of what he was hiding from you.

“Mm, hmm, you’re right bunny,” he said, distracted, mind somewhere much different than yours.

Suddenly, he remembered your plans for the night, and he was overwhelmed with the desire to keep you from going out, “you should stay in tonight, Y/N/N. We can watch a movie, one of your favorites. Plus I’ll make you all the drinks you want.”

“Mmm,” you considered his offer for a moment before making up your mind with an excited smile. “Okay! That sounds nice!”

When you shifted again, you noticed something poking at your ass.

“Rafeyy, do you have something in your pocket?”

“Oh uh, yeah, just my phone, Y/N/N,” Rafe lied.

And like the dumb, trusting little sister you were, you believed him.

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milkteabinniechan · 22 days

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♡stoned love - jeongin

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY commissions/m.list

pairing: college student jeongin x afab reader

warnings: marijuana use, some angst, fingering

a/n: this is thanks in part to @simply-trash5 and how much she inspired me to write my first jeongin fic! I hope y'all like it :)

Jeongin held the lighter to your mouth, the unlit joint dangling from your lips.

"breathe in." He whispered. His thumb flicked the metal wheel of the lighter. Gas ignited and fire filled the bleached white paper.

You inhaled deeply, perhaps too deeply, and held your breath for a few seconds. You glanced at Jeongin who seemed to be mouthing the seconds; two, three four...

You exhale, your chest deflating dramatically. Your eyes start to water as you feel a warm burn building from your lungs. Bees started to buzz in your brain and empty, echoing fashion. What if you passed out? Jeongin would think you are so stupid if you pass out. Don't. Pass. Out.

Jeongin lifts himself off the bed and moves in closer to you.

"You doing okay, ace? That was a big hit." His cocky smirk was undeniable.

He had started called you ace when you scored highest in your class and made all the other students hate you. But Jeongin didn't hate you. He loved how smart you were. He just smiled and called you Ace.

You nodded your head and tried with all your might not to cough. No one had ever asked you to get high in highschool. And now you were in your last year of college, finally smoking a joint. You wanted to look cool, like you knew what you were doing. But the burning and tingling in your lungs was threatening to expose you for the inexperienced bookwork you really were.

"It's okay to cough, ace. It actually gets you higher. Just let it out." Jeongin's cocky smile turned to a genuine one. His hand landed softly on your back, rubbing up and down.

You eventually let your chest cough headily and a full laugh followed suit. You both laughed so hard you could feel your entire body start to lift up and off the bed. You were above your body now, watching yourself laugh silly. Your body flipped and flew through the ceiling until fluffy clouds welcomed you to your new home in the sky.

"Good shit, huh?" Jeongin's voice echoed through your clouded kingdom and skyrocketed you back down to your dorm room. You blinked rapidly to gather yourself back to your surroundings.

You sluggishly turned your head towards him to agree. But all you could think was he's so hot, God he's so hot, so HOT. You had had a crush on Jeongin for a few months now. Watching him lean back in his chair during class, closing his eyes and daydreaming about anything else besides the lecture in front of him. He was so effortlessly cool. So effortlessly charming. So effortlessly HOT.

Something in your brain was screaming NOW OR NEVER while your face leaned closer to his. By the time Jeongin realized what was happening, your lips had found his in a clumsy but affectionate display. His eyes widened at your bold first move. You had always been so shy and quiet towards him. He had absolutely no idea you could be so-

His lips were warm against your own. Your eyes fluttered back as you willed yourself not to come undone so easily. Jeongin took the lead and pressed his face harder into yours. His teeth grazed your bottom lip and bit down softly, sending a tinge of pain through your body. He pulled back and watched your face. But the empty space left between you was unbearable. You couldn't hold back anymore as you felt an untamed beast starting to show itself. You threw your body on top of Jeongin and continued the kiss that had so cruelly ended a moment before.

Your sudden thrust on top of him caused Jeongin's cock to swell and grow uncomfortable in his jeans. He pressed his hips into yours for release from the building pressure. Your hips moved against his groin at a seductive pace. The feeling of his bulge against your clothed cunt was almost enough to bring you to climax. Selfishly you continued to grind into him.

"Tell me what you want, ace." Jeongin growled into your open mouth.

"Mm-want to come..." You whimpered. You had never said that before. Not out loud. You had had boyfriends before this, but you had never said out loud what you wanted. Was it the weed? Was it Jeongin? You only knew one thing for certain, you couldn't ignore this orgasm. You needed it. Now.

Jeongin chuckled softly at the desperation in your sweet voice. His cock now tripled in size and threatening to burst the zipper of his jeans. He slid one hand lovingly down the front of your pants. His long fingers gingerly inching towards your slick folds. Your clit was already prodding out and begging for contact. Jeongin's fingers swirled light circles around the wet bundle of nerves. Your stomach tightened as his fingers leisurely moved in and out from inside of you, innocently pushing through your hole bit by bit, inch by inch. You were so tight and pulling in his fingers with every thrust of your hips.

Jeongin's fingers were coated with your delicious juices now. Your cunt had flowered and bloomed for him and his middle finger had made his way inside and curved up towards your spongey walls. You felt heavenly and he couldn't help but imagine how effortlessly you would swallow up his rigid length.

"Gonna cum!" You muffled into the crook of Jeongin's neck. Your body had fallen limp on top of his. His muscular chest the only thing supporting you as you fell deeper into a Nirvanic ecstasy. Your orgasm was so close you worried you might break before you reached it.

Your hips bucked one finally time as your hands reached for something to hold onto, something to ground you. Pleasure poured out of you in coarsing, ferocious waves. Jeongin held his hand over your core while you caught your breath. He meditated in the warmth of your body. Both of your chests rising and falling in unison.

"You're full of surprises, ace."

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The Raven King - Chapter Sixteen

Day: Sunday, December 31st Time: 11:28 PM EST

Wymack got up when Neil stumbled for the door, but he didn't try to stop him. Neil threw the bathroom door open and cut the light on. The face waiting for him on the mirror was horrible enough to take his legs out from under him. Neil scrabbled at the sink as he crumpled to his knees but wasn't strong enough to hold himself up. Neil had dyed his hair brown from time to time, but never this shade, never anywhere near this shade. This was his natural color, and those were his real eyes, and this was his father's face. The bandages and bruises weren't enough to disguise the man he'd seen in the mirror. Neil thought he'd throw up but he was too weak to manage it. "Breathe," Wymack said. Neil didn't realize he'd stopped until Wymack's fist on his back pounded the air back into his lungs. He clawed at the cabinet door and choked on the first breath he managed. He had to grit his teeth against a cry he didn't dare voice. It was too late to tell Wymack not to look. It was too late for Wymack to pretend he hadn't seen. Wymack didn't know who he was looking at but that didn't matter. The click of a lighter pulled him back right before he went over that edge, and Neil took the cigarette Wymack offered him. He cradled it close and breathed in as deep as he could. It hurt to breathe but he did it anyway. Each successive breath pulled hard at his stitches and the bandages taped to his skin. He pressed his free hand to his coat, trying to feel the gauze through thick wool. He finally inhaled so deep he choked on it. He coughed so hard he thought he'd break something, but on the tail-end of his coughing he was laughing. It sounded twisted and wrong in this suffocating space, but Neil couldn't stop. He bit his hand to muffle the sound, but it didn't help. Hysteria was one hard blink away from taking over.

"Neil," Wymack said. "I need you to talk to me." "I think I pulled my stitches," Neil said. "I feel blood." "Where?" Wymack asked. "Everywhere?" Neil guessed, and tried undoing his coat buttons one- handed. Wymack pushed Neil's hand out of the way. Neil let Wymack fight with the buttons and zipper, but it took both of them to get Neil's coat off. Neil caught the fingertip of one glove in his teeth and tugged, only to wince at the way his cheek twinged. Wymack noticed the expression and reached for Neil's face. Neil hadn't realized he had bandages on his face until Wymack pried gauze and tape off. Wymack went so still Neil thought he'd turned to stone. "Neil, the fuck is on your face?" Neil wrested his glove free and touched bare fingers to his skin. He didn't feel anything, so he caught at the sink and tried to get to his feet. Wymack let him try once on his own, then got up and hauled Neil upright. Neil wasn't ready to see his reflection again. He was less ready to see the "4" tattooed on his left cheekbone.

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Long way ahead (Postwar!Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Word count: 3 160

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: After years of fear, pain, and fighting, you and Levi finally have the family both of you always dreamed about.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: Learn to live again

Long way ahead

The day was beautiful, and the weather almost too perfect. The sky was clear and the sun was shining down on you. On all the Scouts, who once again found themselves outside the Walls in Titan territory. It was supposed to be a so-called training mission.

Everybody was meant to survive and come back home.

It was all going so well. Just until it wasn't. Just until the Female Titan showed up and brought death and destruction with her. In one moment, you were all trying to protect Eren. Petra was right next to you and Eld right in front of you. Oluo and Gunther to your left and behind you. And in the middle, between all of you, was Eren.

You all changed the formation multiple times, just like you were taught. Everybody was as aware of their surroundings as possible. Nobody wanted to die.

Despite that, they were all gone in a blink of an eye. Your squadmates were brutally murdered right before your eyes. Just seconds before the Female Titan threw you against the tree as well.

You didn't even have time to scream out. When your body collided with the tree trunk, pain took your ability to speak and breathe. It felt as if all of your bones broke at the same moment. Shooting out at least one of the hooks of your ODM gear was impossible. You were barely conscious after you hit the tree.

You didn't even notice your body falling. Only when you hit the ground and the air was knocked out of your lungs once again. You didn't even know how, but one of your blades, which was in your hands just seconds ago, went into your left thigh. Hot blood was spilling out of your wound, turning your white pants dark red.

You've never felt pain like that before. Never in your life. Every fiber of your being felt like on fire. Breathing was unbelievably hard. Even the shaking of the ground beneath you, as the Female Titan continued running made you feel immense pain.

What happened to Eren?

Where was he?

You and the others were supposed to protect him. He was humanity's chance to defeat the Titans.

Eren had to survive at any cost.

Eren...

A simple blink was all it took for the scenery around you to change. Suddenly, you weren't in the forest anymore. When you looked up, you saw the sky once again. And Levi with Hange. They were kneeling beside you, both of them looking at you with so much worry in their eyes. Levi... his features were unrecognizable under all the fear. His face was completely pale, his lips pressed into a thin line.

You've never seen him this scared. Never before. And probably never after.

„Don't you dare!“ he hissed through gritted teeth, his hand gently stroking strands of hair away from your face. „I don't want to be alone again,“ Levi whispered, making sure nobody heard him. Except Hange, who was trying to slow down the bleeding from the wound on your thigh.

„Sorry...“ you got out, almost choking on the blood you suddenly needed to spit out from your mouth. Levi swiftly turned you on your side to help, making you cry out in pain so loud even your own ears hurt.

Levi leaned closer to you, rubbing your back while you were coughing and spitting out blood onto the ground in front of you. „I'm taking you back home and when you'll be able to walk again, we're getting married,“ he whispered, not caring if Hange heard what he said.

You were barely able to stay conscious and make out what he was saying. Keeping your eyes open was too tiring, too painful. Everything hurt so much, even the feeling of the wind on your cheeks. Despite that, you found Levi's hand and gave him a small nod.

When Hange moved a little, their body shielding you from the rest of the Scouts, Levi bent down even closer and pressed his lips to your temple. You smiled at him ever so slightly, feeling your eyes closing against your will.

His beautiful face was the last thing you saw. His silky black hair and stormy blue-grey eyes. The way he was looking at you as if he was trying to engrave the picture of your face into his brain.

After your eyes opened again, you were back inside the Walls. Lying on a wagon right next to Eren. Your hand was shaking when you reached out towards him. But before you could touch his shoulder, Eren looked in your direction with eyes full of tears. You didn't understand why he was crying but you were simply too weak to ask.

And just like that, he was gone when you blinked. You woke up somewhere else once again – on the skeletal back of the Founding Titan, that was headed straight at Fort Salta. Many different variations of the Nine Titans were all around you. Your comrades were fighting against them.

Just when you heard someone call your name in the distance, a familiar crying noise stole your attention. You weren't in pain anymore, but standing up and actually walking was somehow still not possible. All you could do was look around and search for where the crying was coming from.

It sounded like... like a baby.

„Y/N!“ someone called your name once again. However, all you were able to care about, was the baby. Where was it? And why? Why did somebody bring a baby to a place like this? „Y/N!“

You looked over your shoulder once again, finally finding the crying little human. A black-haired baby in a pastel yellow blanket with sunflowers was in the arms of a blonde girl. She couldn't be much older than ten or eleven. Around her stood a bunch of Titans you've never seen in your life. Three different versions of the War Hammer, one Jaw Titan, and something that was supposed to represent the Beast Titan.

The baby in her arms was... yours.

When you wanted to say something, talk to the girl... to Ymir... you couldn't get a word out. You couldn't scream when she started walking away, taking your daughter with her and commanding the Titans to finish you off.

You couldn't draw your blades, because you suddenly didn't have them. Nor your ODM gear. All you could do was scream after Ymir even if no sound came out of your mouth. You screamed and screamed until your lungs felt like on fire and until the Titans got to you.

At that moment, you finally woke up. Gasping for air, you sat up and looked around yourself, almost immediately hearing the soft cries of a newborn baby. In the dim light of your bedroom, Levi was sitting on his side of the bed, looking at you with concern written all over his face.

„I tried waking you up but...“ he shook his head, looking down at the little black-haired baby wrapped in a pastel yellow blanket with sunflowers. „Wanna talk about it?“

„No... no, better not,“ you got out, trying to slow down your breathing. Your whole body was trembling from the still to realistic nightmare, as you moved closer to Levi and looked at your daughter. „She's hungry again?“

„Probably. I changed her diaper and tried rocking her back to sleep but it seems like she needs you,“ Levi said, his expression softening immediately as his lips pressed a loving kiss to the baby's forehead.

„Okay, fine. I'll feed her, you can go back to sleep.“

He shook his head, waiting for you to make yourself more comfortable. Only then did he carefully hand you the tiny, not even two-week-old newborn baby. Such an ordinary thing helped you calm down completely and return to reality. The weight and warmth of your baby in your arms and against your chest.

She was here – safe and alive. With you and Levi, her parents.

No Titans.

No Founder Ymir.

Nothing and nobody from your previous life, only you three.

„I'll stay up with the two of you,“ Levi said and kissed your forehead as well.

So while you nursed the baby, Levi kept you company. Even if he only sat there in silence, listening to the soft whispers addressed to your daughter in a hushed and sweet voice. Upon seeing her and Levi, all remains of the nightmare disappeared.

Nothing was real... not anymore.

Titans were gone and you survived.

When Levi's squad died because of Annie, you did not. You became the only survivor of that encounter, even if you made it out alive by a whisker. But you did. It took months until you recovered but... you did.

And now nothing from those times was real anymore. All of those memories were just... well, just memories. Nothing more and nothing less. They happened, they shaped you into the person you were today, but that was it. They no longer had the right to control your life.

„I can't even remember the last time I had such a horrible nightmare,“ you said after a long moment of silence when your daughter was finally fed and seemed satisfied once again. Resting in your arms, she kept looking up at you with her stormy blue-grey eyes. So similar to Levi's. „I don't know why it happened now, what could have triggered it.“

„Don't think that's important,“ Levi said, leaning closer to you. He very gently took the baby's hand, caressing her little fingers.

„She's the only thing that matters now.“

„Exactly,“ he agreed, looking at her with so much love and adoration. She was barely two weeks old but had her father wrapped around her finger.

Levi would do anything for his precious daughter, that was more than certain from the very first moment he saw her. All of his doubts about him not being a good enough father were pushed aside when he held her in his arms for the very first time. You were still in pain and just so exhausted from birth itself, but you remembered that moment very clearly. He was so spooked out, not sure how to hold a couple of minutes old baby. He was scared of unintentionally hurting her somehow. But at the same moment, his eyes were full of pure love and tears. And he didn't even try to hide them. It didn't matter that the hospital staff or you would see him shed a couple of tears. All that mattered in that moment, was the baby in his arms.

His baby.

The baby both of you waited so long for.

She was finally here and she was even more perfect than you dared to dream during your pregnancy.

Looking back, giving birth was the hardest thing you've ever done. From all the things you had to go through since you were born in the Underground, bringing your daughter into the world was the most incredible, but also the most painful and brutal thing that you've experienced.

Despite that... all the difficult days throughout your pregnancy and birth, she was more than worth it.

Seeing Levi become a father was for sure the most beautiful thing you could have experienced. Once Humanity's Strongest was all soft and loving towards the tiny little human he and you created. You knew he had a soft spot for kids, it was very obvious from his actions throughout the years.

But finally seeing him with his own child was something completely different. Hearing him talk to her, seeing him hold her for hours every day... It was so obvious that he never wanted to put her down. He was close to her at all times, always watching out if she needed anything. Even the softest little cry from her made Levi come over and check if everything was okay.

He was totally in love with her.

„It doesn't seem she wants to sleep,“ Levi said, while you leaned against him to rest your aching body a little. You were still slowly recovering and getting used to being a mother. And every day it was getting better and better, easier and more natural.

„Staring at her parents in the middle of the night is probably much more fun. Am I right, darling?“ you asked the baby, smiling at her lovingly.

„Just when I finally learned how to sleep through the night, somebody had to ruin it,“ Levi smirked, furrowing his brows at the baby accusingly. You chuckled quietly and kissed the top of her head, which was full of silky black hair. The Ackerman genes truly were strong. „I'll have to open the tea shop next week again.“

„Yeah, you should. I'm sure people will understand why we closed down for a little while but...“ you shrugged, giving your husband an innocent little smile.

For the past few weeks, there was a piece of paper taped to the door of your tea shop. It was the easiest way how to inform your customers, that you'll be back shortly. This time with a brand new little helper.

Since Levi wanted to help you as much as possible, he decided to close the tea shop shortly before you gave birth. The last few days were probably the hardest ones, so Levi decided to stay close and watch over you. It was nice, you welcomed his presence and the overall calmness of those days before your lives changed forever. You really got the chance to soak up all the last bits of your marriage while it was still just the two of you.

During your entire pregnancy, he tried to be by your side as much as possible, to ensure that you were doing okay. He never said it out loud, but he was terrified that something might happen to you or the baby. He was scared of losing the family he wanted for so many years.

The birth was long, chaotic, painful, and messy. It didn't go the way you hoped it would. Despite that, Levi never left your side. Not even for a single second. He held your hand, helped you breathe through every contraction, and kept reminding you how amazingly you were doing. He kept your mind busy, far away from fear or anxiety, and replaced them with nothing but pure love.

„When are we going to tell the others that we had a baby?“ you asked, watching your daughter trying to grab onto Levi's finger. It was obvious that she wasn't sleepy at all and all of you were due for a long night.

Falco, Gabi, Yelena, and Onyankopon were the only ones, who knew about your daughter. Only because they lived closest to you. Armin and Connie last came for a visit when you were five months pregnant. Because you were still barely showing, it was easy to hide your belly under certain pieces of clothing. Since then, you haven't seen any of your friends and only kept in touch by writing letters.

Keeping your pregnancy private gave you and Levi a strange feeling of peace, you truly wouldn't trade for anything.

„We'll let them know soon enough,“ Levi said, resting his head against yours.

„I know we don't have anywhere to hurry, but I'd like them to finally meet each other. In a way, they're like family to us, too.“

„They are,“ he agreed almost immediately.

After a little talk, you both agreed that you'd invite all of them for a visit in a week or two. For now, staying in your own little happy bubble was all you wanted and needed. You both knew, that your baby won't be this small ever again. So soaking up every single moment was very important.

„I love this. All of this,“ Levi whispered in a calm relaxed tone, kissing your temple while he took the baby from your arms. He very carefully snuggled her against his chest, stroking her back.

„Does being a father feel like you thought it would?“

„It's even better if I'm being honest,“ he smirked, smoothing the baby's hair down on the back of her head. „But sometimes I still don't get how we got here.“

„What do you mean?“

„You were barely seventeen when Furlan brought you home for the first time.“

„When he begged you not to kick me out,“ you teased him, laughing quietly at the old memory of your life in the Underground.

To your surprise, Levi chuckled himself, also thinking about how your very first meeting went. How you knelt in front of him because your injured ankle hurt so badly you weren't able to stand. Blood was dripping from your nose and your knuckles were all busted open from your sad little attempt to beat up the men who were hurting you. When you and Levi first met, you were a complete mess and if it wasn't for him and Furlan, you wouldn't last much longer. But they took you in and made you a part of their gang.

Many months later Isabel joined the three of you. At that moment you felt like your new family was finally complete.

And the rest... the rest is history. A collection of happy, sad, and painful memories.

„We've come such a long way since those days,“ Levi said, both of you watching your baby peacefully resting against Levi's chest. It didn't seem like she was missing something in that moment. The presence of her parents gave her the most important things – safety and love.

„And now we have an even longer one ahead of us,“ you added, leaning closer and finding Levi's lips in a sweet long kiss. It didn't matter how many times in your life you've kissed him. Every single time your lips touched, it felt like the purest magic. Even after so many years, you were head over heels for him. „And we'll walk down that road together.“

„Together,“ Levi agreed, his lips lingering close to yours for a moment before he kissed you again. Slowly and with so much love, it almost took your breath away. He never was a many of many words, because his actions always spoke louder.

„I'm glad we had to wait so long for her. At least she now gets to grow up in a much safer world than we did. She'll never know the pain and fear we had to go through.“

Levi opened his mouth to say something but eventually didn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and rested his head against yours. The baby in his arms made a few sweet noises when you rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.

After Levi started humming a familiar melody quietly, her eyes slowly started to close. And yours as well.

Everything was okay.

Everything was finally as you always wished it would be.

Just you, Levi, and the purest outcome of your love, safely living in love and harmony.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin

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this-aint-massachusetts · 5 months

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more FNaF hcs because the tism™️ is telling me to info dump

sorry if some of these are the same as the last one I forget which ones I put before 🙁

-When Mike was chasing after the car he tripped scraped his knee broke his ankle and busted his kneecap and just gave up on life right then and there

-Mike smokes weed but he could take the tiniest tinniest hit of a bong and he’d cough up a lung so he just mainly sticks to blunts or bowls

-Abby has called 911 multiple times because she wanted to contact Vanessa but it obviously didn’t work.

-Vanessa used to dye her hair fun colors but she can’t anymore cuz of her job but she wears colorful extensions

-Abby’s therapist has tried so hard to hint at Mike that he should get an autism diagnosis because his sister has one and he still hasn’t picked up on it despite showing clear traits of autism

-When golden Freddy and Abby left the cab he just handed Cory a piece of paper with ‘one million dollars’ scribbled on it in green crayon. Cory was to scared to say no he just was like “yeah ok sure” and then cried

-Mike and Abby did not go to Aunt Janes funeral they instead went to Dave and Busters and played arcade games while their entire extended family blew up Mikes Nokia phone

-Aunt Jane was a “wine mom” and was in heavy denial of being an alcoholic

-Abby really likes bugs and puts them in her pockets but Mike is terrified of bugs so he freaks out whenever he sees them crawling on her or in her laundry

-Vanessa apologizes to people while arresting them

-The animatronics consider the cupcake to be their puppy and get confused when people think he’s a menace

-One time Doug ran into Mike and Abby at Walmart once and he just threw his thick ass lawyer wallet at then then ran away to have a panic attack. Mike and Abby bought a blow up pool that day

-Doug had to go to therapy due to Aunt Jane being an absolute fucking Karen

-Doug’s now a regular at Sparkys and is besties with Ness, he considers Ness “The son he never had”

-Bonnie kid (Jeremy) really liked Spider-Man

-Vanessa has a pitbull named Princess that she took home from an animal control call. (The dog is a fucking danger to society)

-Abby picked up on some 80s slang from the animatronics and now just says radical to everything

-Max and her friends would be doing TikTok trends before TikTok was even a thing (stealing soap dispensers from public bathrooms, sticking pennies in electrical sockets ect)

-Vanessa is a Disney adult/hj

-There’s a rubix cube in the pizzeria that the animatronics have been trying to solve since they’ve been dead basically

-Every night after Abby goes to bed Mike goes to the kitchen and eats shredded cheese by the handful. Abby caught him once and he cried.

-Mike is the type of person to ask those weird questions while watching movies, like: “If their underwater how are they drinking soda?”

-Mike would stuff all his emotions and feelings down till he bursts and it usually results in him locking himself in his room while having a panic attack

-Max was also a weed dealer so Mikes out of a babysitter and a plug.

-Vanessa hates soda, loves tea tho

-Mike really likes the Care Bears and uses Abby as an excuse for liking it

-Ness uses those really cheesy pet names for Mike, some of them southern originated because I believe in southern Ness solidarity. Ex: Sweetie pie, Sugar, Doe

-Abby is really good at hide and seek but caused Mike a few panic attacks because of how well she hides

-After Freddy’s neither Mike or Abby could sleep without a nightlight so she lent Mike hers on the agreement she could sleep in his room with him. (He of course accepted)

-Mike: Where’s my Diet Coke?

Vanessa: Oh I threw it away, sodas not good for you.

Mike: Oh ok- WHAT.

-Abby still asks Mike to tie her shoes for her even though he already taught her how to tie them herself

-Mike has a very particular morning routine that he has to follow every morning and feels icky if it gets interrupted for any reason

-Mike is more noise sensitive and Abby is more texture sensitive but Mike still hates certain textures (ex: olives)

-Mike has considered owning chickens and even went with Abby to look at little chicks but she soon started sneezing and feeling sick and that's when they found out she's allergic so that quickly got shut down

-Abby gives her stuffed animals lore and hierarchies and Ness is always asking her about it when her and Mike go into the diner

-Vanessa Has a very minimalist style not because she likes it but because she's scared of getting attached to anything she calls home which at times worries her when she's with Mike, Abby and Ness. This results in her sitting in bed, chewing on her lip thinking of constant escape plans and emergency exits in case her father ever returns, if something bad happens, etc.

-Mike likes seeing Abby draw him and pretends not to notice when she stares and tries to get the color of his shirt just right (he buys clothing in colors she has to make it easier)

-Abby is the type to point out cows and horses and will repeatedly kick Mike's seat even while he's driving until he acknowledges them

-Abby doesn’t understand why her and Mike can’t just print more money to make them rich and Mike has had to explain to to her 12837383838 times

-Ness is a theater kid (yeah if you didn’t see this coming I think you need glasses)

-Ness and Mike play lps with Abby, Abby explains all of her lps lore extensively and Ness listens to every bit of it while Mike is just like: “I love you both but wtf”

-Mike sometimes age regresses sometimes when put under pressure and Ness is literally the best caretaker ever (this one’s based on a Dreamtheory fic I read once and I fell in love with the idea)

-Ness and Mike call each other every night before going to sleep and once Mike forgot so he woke up the next morning to 300+ voicemails from Ness asking if he’s ok

okay that’s all i have for now I’ll post more later when i feel like it oki byeee 😘✌️

#securitywaiter #fnaf movie #fnaf #ness fnaf #mike fnaf #mike x ness #mike schmidt #ness the waiter #vanessa afton #abby schmidt #my headcanons #headcanon #I promise I’ll make more William hcs in part three

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soireegurl · 3 months

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Sick kidnapped reader (fever, cough, throwing up etc) with ni-ki?

"Tsk tsk tsk... Look how pathetic you are baby... If you would have just accepted my confession... Maybe it wouldn't have ended up like this..."

Ni-ki said while slowly caressing your cheeks.

You are having a bad fever but Ni-ki is not going easy on you.

*Cough cough cough*

You felt so weak that you couldn't even reply to Ni-ki.

"Aww... Baby is sick... I feel bad..."

Ni-ki said with a pityful tone.

You are currently in Ni-ki's house. Not that you chose to stay here, but you were forced to.

It all started from you rejecting Ni-ki's confession.

You are just a normal student in school, but just a little different as you are born with asthma and lung problems...

You are naturally weaker than a lot of people to the point where you can even climb up a flight of stairs without stopping midway.

On the other side, Ni-ki is well known for his good athletic skills and good physics. And not to mention he is hella rich. While your family's financial condition is below average. Both of you are the opposite.

No one ever thought that you guys can get along or even meet each other. As you would only stay in class, and Ni-ki is everywhere but in class.

However this might be what they say "opposite attracts". Ni-ki apparently had a crush on you.

But of course, you didn't know and doesn't care. You just want to finish your study and earn some money so you can treat your illness.

Ni-ki's tiny crush slowly became obsession. He don't even know what was making him feel that way as he had never talked to you or interacted with you in any way.

And one day he decided to confess to you, thinking that you would accept him.

But things doesn't go the way he wants.

You rejected him... In the nicest way possible.

"I'm sorry Ni-ki, but I'm not ready for a relationship... And my health condition isn't at it top most condition.. I'm afraid I wouldn't be a funny partner... I'm so sorry, but you deserve better."

You said nicely but still sounded weak.

"No it's okay... I have money and can pay for your medical fees. "

Ni-ki said anxiously... Hoping that you would change your mind upon hearing his words.

But no...

"Sorry Ni-ki... that's very nice of you... But I can't just accept free things like this... Thank you but I'm afraid I still can't accept your confession."

You said and bowed to him before leaving.

And the next day, you found yourself in his room being tied up.

[Back to reality]

"Ni-ki... Why... "

You said weakly.

"Like I sadi Y/n... You should have accepted my confession.."

"But... I don't like you..."

You said straight forwardly... You tried to reject him in the nicest way but seems like he doesn't understand... So you'll just do it the hard way...

" I don't care... You have to be with me... Even if you don't want to..."

Ni-ki's tone was colder than before.

"But... Isn't relationship both ways? You can't force me..."

You tried to reason.

"Oh I can baby... Ss... If I remember correctly, you have a younger brother... Right?"

Ni-ki smirked seeyung your shocked expression.

"If you don't want to see his head tomorrow infront of you... Then maybe accepting me us a better option."

Ni-ki said in a cold tone while his expression was creeping you out.

You threw up upon the thought of your brother's head chopped off and also because your fever was becoming worse.

"See there baby... I can force you..."

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen story #enhypen fic #enhypen yandere #soireegurl #yandere #enhypen niki #niki enhypen #niki x reader #niki #enhypen nishimura riki #nishimura riki

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zoeysdamn · 1 year

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.8

Summary: Xavier’s arrest turns your world upside down, especially when there’s nothing you can do about it. Your health is detetiorating quickly, but how much can your body take before giving up? The Nightshades assemble, and as an unofficial member, so do you.

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, swearing, crippling bad writting for action scenes and rushed plot

A/N: Okay this is almost the last chapter, I’ve also made an epilogue aahhhh Also, I apologize for how the end of the chapter is rushed -hide-

[Masterlist] [Part.1] [Part.2] [Part.3] [Part.4] [Part.5] [Part.6] [Part.7]

Pushing away the crowd of students massed on the outlines of the yellow ribbons you stumbled on the last police cars leaving the scene. Some curious students had gathered around the art shed as soon as the rumor of the sheriff arresting one of them had spread, but you couldn’t care less. Between your ragged breath coaxed with petals and eyes filled with tears, you almost didn’t notice them anyway. The plaguing weight in your rib cage made it so hard to breathe the only air that was in your lungs came out as weak wheezes.

“Principal Weems!” you called out the tall woman who was standing stiff as ever, “You can’t let them take him away!”

Despite your pathetic cries, Weems didn’t bulge. Not even for your face full of tears and blood dripping from your nose and down your chin. Instead she looked down at you with cold eyes, lips pressed into a thin line.

“Please,” you begged her, “do something!”

Her tongue clicked sharply with contained annoyance, “I have no powers here Miss L/N,” she argued flatly.

“You know he’s innocent! He- he can’t do the things he’s accused of, please you have to believe me–”

“Quiet now Miss L/N,” she hissed quietly, eyeing around her to the two remaining officers retrieving the last pieces of “evidence” and watching the rest of the students carefully. “I’ve convinced them that you don’t have anything to do with it, don’t make things worse.”

Eyes wide, you whipped your head to the two officers who eyed you and Weems carefully. And not far away from them behind the yellow ribbon, the dark figure of Wednesday Addams witnessed the whole exchange as well. If your eyes weren’t so full of tears, they would have thrown daggers at her.

“Don’t make a scene,” whispered Weems angrily – but you recognized some worry in her eyes. “It’ll only aggravate things for Xavier.”

“He’s not the monster,” you whimpered, “you know he’s not.”

“I have no proof of that,” snapped the principal. “My hands are tied here, and if that’s what it takes for the police to stop the investigations on Nevermore, then it’s a price I’m willing to pay.”

You jerked away from her in horror, like her words had burned you.

“What?” you mumbled in disbelief, “You’re…you’re ready to let Xavier be charged for crimes he didn't commit…to save your reputation?”

Weems pursed her lips, irritation starting to show on her traits, “There’s a whole school I’m trying to protect here, Miss L/N. Unfortunately for Mr Thorpe, Sheriff Galpin had enough evidence for his mind to remain unchanged about his guilt.”

Words of protest started to form on your tongue but you refrained yourself. Despite everything you could say, you knew she was right; principal Weems was only doing her job. The fatality of the situation made your chest erupt with a new coughing fit and your knees buckled under you. If it wasn’t for Principal Weems’ sharp reflexes, making her grab your forearm you would have crumbled on the ground. Enid and Ajax quickly came to your help, pulling you up and sliding your arms around their shoulders. Without them, you probably wouldn't be able to even stand on your own. Between raw coughs and spurted bloodied petals, you barely noticed your two friends leading you away from Principal Weems and the scene; their sole worry was to bring you to the infirmary now. As the three of you came across Wednesday, you threw a cold glare at her.

“You have…no idea of what you had done,” you spat at her with a trembling voice.

She only stared at you, unimpressed. “I have resolved a murder case, that’s what I did.”

The snort you tried to make only came out as a gurgling sound and more flowers being spat. “You did nothing but sentence two innocents and you fucking know it.”

Not caring how she would react, you turned your eyes away and tried to walk slowly, helped by Enid and Ajax. The flowers in your chest felt heavier than ever and surely won’t let you rest tonight. Yet, you let them guide you to the infirmary without a word. Where else could you go anyway?

The night was agonizingly long. Your mind was tormented by thoughts of Xavier, imprisoned yet innocent, trying to fight against his own demons and for his life; but also of visions of the flowers growing up in your lungs, crawling their way up to your throat and skinning it raw on their way. And when your mind found a second of peace, your own body didn’t let you rest either, shaking under the violence of the cough and fighting feebly against the disease. The taste of blood and copper didn’t feel so different now, as if filled your lungs as naturally as air. It was like the piercing sensation caused by the flowers through your chest had never left. When morning came, your whole bed was filled with white flowers coated in blood, surrounding you like a beautiful and dreadful halo. All of your limbs ached and your mouth was dry with the previous night of coughing and flower-spitting; your entire body felt like dying, yet you managed to get up and drag yourself to Weems’ office. You had a remaining unused favor and you made sure to use it wisely.

A little less than two hours later, the door of the detention area sprung open despite the loud protests of the police agents. Entering the room in a hurry you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Xavier, chained up from head to toes and looking like a cornered animal. Tears filled your eyes; they even chained his neck, god what did they think he was? The sudden opening of the door had made him lift his head up and his eyes lit up slightly when he saw you. Xavier whispered your name in a breath and you threw yourself in front of the bars of his cell.

“Hey!” shouted one of the guards from the other room, “Miss step away you can’t stand this close–”

“Oh for fuck’s sake drop it,” you heard Principal Weems unceremoniously groan before shutting the door loudly.

Despite his hands being restrained, you grabbed Xavier’s wrists through the bars with shaking hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you cried as soon as you touched him, “I should have been here, I should have said something.”

“You couldn’t have done anything,” whispered Xavier in a soothing tone, “none of this is your fault.”

Sniffling loudly, you could only nod even if it wasn’t out of conviction. “How are you holding up?” you mumbled weakly. This question was stupid but you couldn’t help it.

“I’ve been better,” he admitted in a small voice. “What about you?”

Shaking your head, you only confirmed what he had feared – and saw. Between two visions of the monster, Xavier had been plagued with flashes of you, coughing blood and flowers on the infirmary bed, halfway through delirium and unconsciousness. He knew you weren’t doing fine.

“I’m gonna take you out of this,” you promised, lips trembling and tears ready to fall. “Wednesday will realize that she was wrong and- and Weems will help you I’m sure.”

But Xavier shook his head in defeat, “They’re transferring me in two days, there’s no time.”

“What?” you whisper-shouted in disbelief, “they can’t do that, that’s fucking illegal you haven’t been judged or–”

“It doesn't matter to them, I’m an outcast and they think I’m the monster,” said Xavier in defeat, putting his forehead against the bars. He couldn’t reach you but you pressed yours too, the closest you could. “I…there’s no way they’re letting me stay here with you.”

Tears that were already gathering in your eyes rolled down your cheeks, bitter at the knowledge he was right. Yet, none of you seemed to address the question that taunted you.

“What does it mean…for us?” you asked in a whimper. Will we have enough time for me to heal? you thought internally. Or will you be sentenced to watching me die, too?

Xavier exhaled deeply, looking beaten down like you had never seen him before. “I don’t know,” he admitted in a faint breath.

If his visions had been obstructing his feelings, now came the guilt; even though he knew he was innocent of the murders he was accused of. And deep down, he knew that you didn’t have as much time as the both of you had wanted.

Brushing his nose against your through the bars, Xavier let out a broken sigh.

“Listen sweetheart,” he whispered feverishly, “there’s something I need you to do.”

Nodding, you tried to stop the treacherous tears, “Anything.” At his lack of immediate response you looked up at Xavier worriedly. When you saw his eyes full of tears, you somehow knew he was going to ask something terrible.

“Xav?” you asked quietly.

Xavier swallowed thickly, like he feared the words itself. “I want you…I want you to have the surgical operation to remove the flowers.”

The choked gasp you let out was both because of the flowers and of the surprise. “H-how…?”

“I had one phone call,” explained Xavier, trying to keep his voice as steady as he could despite the emotion gripping at his throat, “I called your aunt, I…I wanted to make things right for you and- she told me about it.”

Now tears were streaming down your face without any restraint; how could you stop them anyway? “Why didn’t you call your father?” you asked in a small voice.

Through his own tears, Xavier tried to smile weakly, “He couldn’t do anything for you,” he whispered, “but your aunt can.”

The more he spoke, the more you shook your head in refusal, “No, no, no you can’t ask me to do this,” you cried, gripping the bars tightly. “I don’t want to forget you!”

This time, Xavier really did smile; his cheeks were full of tears and his expression was broken but his smile was true. “I know, sweetheart. But you’ll live, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Another broken sob rocked your body and if it wasn’t for Xavier’s sole presence, you would have crumbled down on the spot. You didn’t want to forget Xavier, not ever. He was the only reason you had made it through the years, your rock and your love. How could you continue to live without Xavier, with all the memories of him gone?

“They will never let me out of prison Y/N…I can’t stand the thought of losing you, not like this,” pleaded Xavier.

“You can’t ask me to do that,” you repeated in a broken voice, heavy with tears, “I can’t…I can’t do this Xav!”

Some footsteps came closer to the door of the room. “You need to,” pressed Xavier, “Your health isn’t improving and- and the visions didn’t stop, I’m not sure that you have much time left and I can’t live with the thought of you dying.”

The doors shot open to sheriff Galpin and several other officers barging into the room, roaring at you to step aside from the bars. But you didn’t hear them, all that mattered was Xavier.

“I can’t do this Xav,” you whimpered as one of the officers grabbed your arms.

“I love you Y/N,” choked Xavier in broken voice, “I always will!”

The officers tugged you away forcefully as tears ran freely down your face, “Xavier, I can’t do this!” you shouted, not caring of the snares of the policemen, “I can’t renounce on you! Xavier!!”

The last thing you saw before the large door closed in a deafening sound, was the utter broken look on Xavier’s face, chained up and caged as he looked at you for the last time in his life. Sick, crying and calling out his name in despair; and he couldn't do anything to chase away your fears and soothe your worries, only hope that you would listen to prayers and save yourself. He loved you more than anything, but if that wasn’t enough to save you then he was willing to disappear from your life in the blink of an eye if destiny asked him to in order to spare you.

All the way back from the police station was kind of blurry to you. You didn’t remember exactly the officers basically throwing you out of the police station, nor the car ride to Nevermore or Weems and Enid guiding you to the infirmary once again. When your mind finally emerged from this cloud of dizziness you were laying down once again, coughing and choking. You felt dead inside, and not only because of the disease. Xavier had asked you to remove the flowers while fully knowing what it would do to you, to save you. There was no way you would do this, you wanted to keep faith in him. But still…still a tiny, ridiculous part of you pondered this option. You didn’t want to abandon Xavier, but the doubt was here. If your mind was starting to crumble, your body would not hold up very long. Between the flowers, the potions you took, and now that…your own body was starting to let go. Nothing could make you sleep, even eating was beginning to be painful. In a matter of a few days since the whole urbex thing at the Gates’ mansion, your body had started to decay at an alarming rate. Stuck in the infirmary bed, you knew you were starting to give up.

When Wednesday entered the infirmary the next day, you were already the shadow of the girl you used to be. Laying still with an haggard look, you didn’t acknowledge your former roommate standing next to your bed; you didn’t have the strength or the will to do so.

After a solid minute of awkward silence, Wednesday finally spoke up, “I’ve come to bid my goodbyes.”

Barely glancing at her you still noticed that she was in her regular clothes and not in the Nevermore uniform anymore. Maybe she was being expelled after all, you had heard something along those lines from Enid.

At your silence she continued, “I’m being expelled from Nevermore due to some of my actions,” she explained flatly. “Unfortunately I won’t be able to pursue my investigation further. I came to apologize for that.”

Once again, you didn’t answer her.

“I know that Xavier isn’t the monster,” said the Addams carefully, “should I have more time I could have proven that.”

A faint scoff came out from your throat as a rasp, “What will it change? I don’t have the time you speak of, thanks to you.”

Instead of the witty come-back you expected from her, Wednesday didn’t argue. Maybe she had realized what she had done by falsely accusing Xavier; she had doomed you both.

“You had no proof that Xavier was the monster,” you mumbled weakly, “but you had been too prideful to listen to me just once and now look at where we are.”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, surprising the both of you. “I doubt I have anything to do with the decline of your health, but I’m sorry this is the way you’ll pass away.”

At first, a part of you wanted to spat at her that somehow she did have something to do with it; but then, you thought that you were being unfair to falsely accuse her. Maybe you and Xavier had never been meant to be together after all. All annoying she was, Wednesday Addams was just a girl. In the end, maybe time just never had a good timing for Xavier and you.

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly.

Wednesday nodded in gratitude and grabbed her bag that had been laying at her feet during your whole exchange. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

“Goodbye Wednesday.”

And with that, she left the infirmary and you coughed again. It would be over soon.

Later that night, you were trying to get some sleep when a sharp pain woke you up. It wasn’t like the crushing sensation within your chest because of the disease, more like a pull so strong it echoed in your skull and deep into your bones. Jolting awake at the unknown sensation you gasped loudly, drenched in a cold sweat. A strange nausea rose in you and you clutched your head tightly. What was this strange feeling? It felt like magic, but more…corrupted. Something was wrong, really wrong. Despite your weak state, you pulled yourself up in a sitting position and put on your jeans and shoes the best you could. Throwing a jacket over your t-shirt you staggered clumsily out of the infirmary, trying to follow this strange pull by leaning on the walls for support. It was the middle of the night, yet there seemed to be some kind of mayhem going on. It was confirmed when you came across a bunch of students hurrying to the school’s entrance when you reached one of the main corridors. Scratch that, it wasn’t just a bunch of students, it was the whole wing of the school that was rushing outside in a panicked haste. Confused by such crowd movement you spotted a pair of familiar blue eyes in all this mess.

“Bianca!” you called her out the best you could, making the siren whip her head in your direction, “What’s going on??”

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be here,” she urged as she quickly came by your side, noticing how you slumped against the wall. “We all need to evacuate the school.”

“Why?” you frowned, still not getting where this was coming from.

She glanced around and lowered her voice to make sure no one, especially the younger students, heard her. “This may sound crazy but Joseph Crackstone has been brought back from the dead and he’s heading here. I know,” she added to your widening eyes, “this is nuts but we need to get everyone out and quickly!”

You could only stare at her in disbelief, “But…how? I mean, how are we going to make everyone leave so fast?”

Bianca put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, more to keep you grounded than in compassion; there was no time for this. “The sirens and I are taking care of getting everyone out with our siren song,” she explained quickly, “you, you’re not doing anything, not in your current state.”

“No!” you protested, “I can help, I–”

“Ajax!” Bianca ignored you and called out to the gorgon passing by, leading younger students, “help Y/N to get out of here.”

He nodded and put one of your arms around his shoulders to help you walk to safety. “Bianca,” you called the siren as Ajax led the two of you away, “I can help!”

She could only offer you a sorry look before returning to her duties managing the evacuation. As you almost reached the main hall you coughed again harshly.

“Where’s Enid?” you rasped to Ajax.

“She’s in the forest, trying to help Wednesday or something,” he said quietly.

“Alone?!” you exclaimed, “and wait, Wednesday’s back?”

“Thing is with her,” Ajax reassured you. “C’mon, we’re almost outside of the school.”

A light bump on the back of your head made you jolt and you winced. Then another. Looking down you noticed small gravel rolling at your feet and you looked around to find the culprit. A pale appendice waved at you from one of the low walls bordering the school grounds.

“Thing!” you gasped, “what are you doing here?”

Ajax let out a quiet swear as the hand creeped at your feet, “Where’s Enid?!” he asked.

Things started signing as fast as he could, under your careful gaze and Ajax’s flabbergasted one.

“Enid’s still out there?” you repeated his signs, “in the woods?”

Things nodded and Ajax choked on his own air, “What??”

“What about Wednesday, where is she?” you urged the hand, who resumed his signing. “She escaped?”

Thing nodded and you whipped your head in Ajax’s direction.

“Go find Enid,” you urged him, wincing at the sharp pain erupting on your side. The wound the monster had given you at the Gates’ house was still fresh and the previous adrenaline had tuned it down until now. “The monster’s still out there, she’ll need help.”

Ajax nodded and started to rush out but then stopped dead in his tracks and turned back, “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine,” you assured through gritted teeth, “go find Enid, go!!”

The gorgon wasted no time dashing to the woods. In the meantime you stayed in the main hall, guiding the students passing by to the safe zone Yoko and other vampires were managing in the outside yard. Some students were terrified, but most of them seemed to be under the siren song’s influence and were fortunately much calmer.

Then, the strange pull started again. Whipping your head in every direction until you found its source, you tried to focus on it as your steps led you back inside the school. At first, you had thought it might have been the intensity of the siren song used by the scaled students all at once. But you knew their energy, you had witnessed Bianca using it once before she had to wear her amulet. This strange and dark aura wasn’t anything like a siren one.

The dreadful pull led you to the quad and you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of two figures you definitely didn’t expect. Wednesday Addams, a sword in hand, standing tall despite her petite frame; and a few feet away from her in his signature pilgrim outfit, a very undead Joseph Carckstone. The two of them seemed to be in the middle of a verbal jousting when a group of frightened students hurried next to you under the arches.

“Go to the outside yard and find the other,” you urged them in a whisper, “go, go.”

They nodded and ran quietly to the nearest exit, but not as discreetly as they would have thought. Crackstone’s head whipped in their direction, stomped his stick on the ground and with a sinister laugh summoned a raging fire ring launched in their direction. One of them let out a scream of terror at the flames raining down on their group. In the blink of an eye you throw yourself in front of them and shout an incantation to summon a shielding spell. The flames crashed against it, making you grit your teeth as the force of the deflagration pushed against your magic, weakened by the disease. You could almost feel the warmth of the fire against your cheeks. As quick as the spell had been cast, it disappeared suddenly in a cloud of smoke.

“Go!” you barked at the students, who wasted no time running away.

A sinister mix of a laugh and a sneer resonated in the quad, “A witch,” scoffed Crackstone, “spawn of the demon.”

The dark look you shot at him held the burden of centuries of oppression his kind has led to your ancestors and sisters witches. “Last I checked I’m not from your family,” you sneered at him as you stepped in the quad.

Crackstone laughed dryly, “I should have destroyed all of you harpies a long time ago.”

“Yes,” you growled as you drew deep into your magic, “you should have, asshole.”

Before anyone could add something you flicked your wrists with a mumbled spell and all of a sudden, Joseph Crackstone froze in place. Sweat erupted from your temple and all of your muscles tensed under the pressure of the spell. This kind of magic wasn’t unknown to you, freezing people in place was difficult but not impossible usually. But in your weakened state, it was a true hardship. Crackstone struggled under your magic, fighting to break himself free.

“Wednesday!” you shouted at her, trying to stay concentrated, “It’s whenever you want!”

The goth girl nodded sharply, and grabbed her sword. You felt yourself getting weaker by any second and prayed that Wednesday would be quick enough. But as she was about to launch herself and attack Crackstone, a familiar figure stepped into the quad, emerging from the side corridors. Brandishing a cocked bow aimed at Crackstone, Xavier appeared out of nowhere just behind Wednesday. His sudden appearance stole all air from your lungs, like a punch in the gut. How? How did he escape the police?

The whisper of his name escaped your lips before you could stop yourself, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Xavier glanced briefly at you, but it was enough to reassure you. He was here and that was all that mattered.

But this split of second was enough for Joseph Crackstone to sneak past the fragile barriers of your magic. In an instant, the dead walking man crushed your spell like it was nothing and pushed away your hold effortlessly. The sudden breaking of your spell made your knees buckle from underneath you and you fell on the ground, barely catching yourself in time with your hands. Then, everything went very quickly. Xavier released the arrow with an accurate precision; the arrow froze in the air, inches from Crackstone’s heart; and turned around right back at Xavier.

You casted the spell before you could hear yourself scream. The spell froze Crackstone once again, for a brief moment, but didn’t stop the arrow. And just as it sped right at Xavier’s head, Wednesday threw herself in front of him and the arrow pierced her shoulder.

Turning in your direction, Crackstone groaned and broke from the spell once more. “You’re weak,” he spat, “I should have killed you earlier.”

With a whip of his scepter, an unknown force brutally threw you against the span wall before you could even think of reacting. Your body crashed against it, and you yelped as your wounded side hit the stones. A cracking sound echoed through your skull before you slumped on the ground like a broken doll.

From what seemed to be very far away, Xavier screamed your name. The ringing in your ears toned down everything around you, eyes blurry from both the shock and the tears. A cough erupted from your mouth but in your laying position, you couldn’t get the flowers out of your system. Blood started to fill your lungs as petals coated in it, choking you. Everything from your chest, throat and back of your head hurt. The world spinned around you, it was beginning to be hard to stay conscious. Everything felt so far away, not the rough surface of the stone floor under your palms, the smell of burning fire in through your nostrils nor the panicked screams seemed able to reach you. The only thing you could feel was the plaguing weight inside of your chest, crushing your lungs under its unforgiving pressure.

You coughed, mouth filled with blood and stained petals. At every cough, it felt like your throat and chest were lit on fire and tears escaped the corner of your eyes.

In the distance, you could vaguely perceive green lightning and clashes of steel. You tried to stir your memories. Ah yes, Wednesday, Joseph Crackstone, the fight must be still going on. Did Xavier make it? It felt like it had been hours already, while in truth it had been merely seconds. No matter how hard you tried to focus, you couldn’t care less about all of this because your whole body just hurt so much.

Suddenly someone shouted, closer to you this time. God, when would this excruciating feeling of your heart and lungs be squeezed to death ever stop?

“Y/N!!”

A sharp gasp – or the closest thing your obstructed lungs could do – escaped you as you recognized that voice. Xavier. Xavier was here. He dropped on his knees beside you, grasping your hand while checking for more injuries you could have with the other. Croaking weakly, you tried to say something, at least to say you were still alive. Nothing but gurgled sounds came out of you; words were stuck with the blood and flowers crawling out of your throat.

Xavier called you and spoke to you; but his words barely even reach your ears. He tried to call on you, to ask you where you were hurt, to beg you to hold up a little longer. None of this reached you.

Too entrapped in his own panic, Xavier didn’t hear someone else rushing and dropping by his side. It was only at Bianca’s gasp he realized she had appeared.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath, “she’s choking up!”

Xavier stuttered, struggling to form words correctly, “Her lungs- her lungs are filled with flowers, she’s dying!”

If Bianca was surprised by his words she didn’t show it the slightest. Thinking quickly, she ripped your jacket open and brushed away the petals you had thrown up to clear the area of your chest. Then she placed both of her hands on your plexus and started to press on it repeatedly, at a steady rhythm. Helplessly watching the siren perform CPR, Xavier cradled your head as he continued to desperately call you, hoping you would answer him or at least hear him. Anything to keep you conscious. But when his fingers brushed the back of your head and came back bloody, he gasped under his breath.

“Shit, she’s bleeding at the head too!”

Bianca swore loudly. “Keep talking to her, we can’t let her pass out!”

Despite the raging battle cries coming from the quad, Bianca continued restlessly to press against your chest, trying to force some of those flowers out to get you some air. But the more seconds passed by, the more you felt yourself slip away.

At Bianca’s instructions, Xavier ducked and pressed his lips against yours to push some air into your lungs. He looked up at the siren and shook his head so she resumed her pushes. They called you. Both of them tried tirelessly to make you breathe, no matter how long it would take.

“C’mon Y/N!!” shouted Xavier, his eyes full of tears, “Hold on sweetheart, you can’t leave me now!”

With a trembling hand he cradled your cheek, leaving a bloody imprint on it. His move pulled your mind from the borders of consciousness for a brief moment. Even on the verge of death, you could recognize those hazel hair and brown eyes anywhere; nothing could make you forget him. The pathetic attempt at calling out Xavier’s name only came out as a weak wheeze, as more blood dripped from your mouth.

“I’m here sweetheart,” soothed Xavier the best he could, “keep your strengths, shhh.”

You wanted to answer him, to tell him that you loved him. Between the ragging pain in your chest and throat, the burning sensation on your left side and the dizziness due to the hit at the back of your head, your body reached its limits. The screams of Xavier and the pushes on your plexus started to fade away. The last hold you had on reality crumbled slowly as your eyelids felt heavier than before. Xavier screamed your name again.

As the crushing feeling in your chest grew even heavier, at a point where your own body couldn’t take it anymore, you felt yourself slip away. And then your vision went black.

Some flashes of scenes faintly nudged at the back of your mind. Or were they memories?

“She’s not breathing anymore!!”

Maybe it was a dream? Or a drunken bribe of reality?

“What can we do?!”

“Move over!”

This wasn’t something you remembered exactly; yet your mind was certain it had happened.

A sound, faint but firm. Enchanting yet leaving no place to protest, not even for your own body.

“Breathe.”

Like something pulled out from the water, your mind emerged gradually, gasping for air. And you breathed.

Eyes fluttering open, you let the surroundings sink into you. The glass windows, the small beds with white sheets, the unmistakable scent of antiseptics. Despite your mind being still fuzzy from your unconsciousness, you recognized the place as the school infirmary. You remembered having been here quite a lot those last few days. The more your mind became less clouded, the more you became aware of all the areas where you body hurted. Your left hip and the top part of your tight stinged, but were a minor worry compared to the ringing at the back of your head.

And your chest felt, for what felt like the longest time ever, light and free. Glancing on the bedside, you noticed a large basin filled with flowers, petals and roots. All bloodied; and all out of your lungs.

“Y/N”

The call of your name made you lift your head; you knew that voice. A few feet away from you, a man was standing. Hazel hair, brown eyes glistening with relieved tears; you knew him.

“Xavier,” you breathed out the name that had appeared in your mind.

He smiled broadly at you and crossed the room to sit on the bed next to you. When he took your hand with his, you didn’t flinch away because it felt so right. He looked at you intensely, at every detail of your face like he was looking at you for the first time. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke softly.

“How are you feeling?”

You took a moment to think before answering him, “Good. Better than before I…it feels like my lungs are almost empty now.”

He nodded with a tight smile, like he was trying to hold back some tears. “It’s because they are,” he said, nodding to the flower-filled basin. “There’s no more flowers growing in there.”

The memories of what had happened gradually came back to you. The chest pains, the blood, the petals coughed; the words of your aunt, the potions you drank, Enid’s worries, Wednesday fighting against Joseph Crackstone. Xavier must have noticed it because he brushed his hand over your cheek.

“Hey it’s okay,” he said softly, “it’s over. Crackstone is gone, the monster has been arrested, everyone’s okay.”

“The flowers,” you breathed feebly, “how…how did they go away?”

Xavier licked his lips and pondered how to explain things to you.

“How much do you remember?” he asked, and you searched in your mind for the last thing you remembered.

“Crackstone was in the quad and I tried to fight him,” you began slowly, trying to picture the scene in your head, “there was Wednesday too, and…and maybe someone else? Bianca maybe?”

You missed the faint sob escaping Xavier’s lips and carried on. “I was thrown against the wall, I hit my head I think…then it’s a bit fuzzy, but- but I think you were there? Or maybe someone else I don’t know but…everything was hurting so much…”

He squeezed your hand in support, sensing that everything was still sensitive for you. So he picked up where you had left the conversation, “Bianca had tried to perform CPR on you but it wasn’t enough. You…you stopped breathing at some point,” he said in a trembling voice still heavy with emotion. “So we…we tried something and she used her siren song on you and ordered you, I mean, more like your body, to breathe.”

Flashes of distant memories echoed in your mind; yes, that you could vaguely remember. So, the power of a siren could be stronger than physical limits, uh.

“As soon as things calmed down, we brought you to the infirmary and a guy came in, saying your aunt sent him.”

You frowned at his words, “Who?”

He shrugged, “I don’t really know, but he knew of your…condition. Said that your aunt had called in a favor he owed her and asked him to come to Nevermore the fastest he could after your phone call.”

“And?”

“He’s a doctor,” explained Xavier, “a surgeon.”

You sucked in a breath, knowing what it meant. But after what Xavier had told you…they had no choice. “He removed them, didn’t he?” you asked in a whisper.

Xavier nodded slowly, “All of them. You flatlined twice before or during the operation, Y/N we…we had no choice I’m so sorry.”

Tilting your head in confusion you asked, “Why?”

The hand on yours froze immediately, and he looked up at you with his soft doe eyes. Tears he had tried to hold back were so close to fall now.

“You don’t remember?”

His broken voice slightly caught you off-guard. But instead of saying ‘about what?’ you started to understand. Why he was here; why his touch was feeling so familiar and comforting, and why he looked so broken. So you shook your head apologetically.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out.

Swallowing thickly, Xavier tried to smile through the heartbreak; he failed. “I just…I thought that…you said my name so…”

“You thought that I hadn’t forgotten about you,” you completed for him. He nodded and despite the newfound weightlessness in your chest, you felt your heart break at the sight. Why was he the one you had lost all of your memories about?

“Maybe- maybe I haven’t forgotten everything,” you tried to reassure him softly, “I remembered your name and...and I feel like I know you.”

“Really?” he asked with a tint of hope in his voice and you couldn’t help but stare at him. The memories were nowhere to be found, but his face…his face brought you so much comfort and warmth inside…he couldn’t be no one to you.

“I remember that I loved you,” you whispered, eyes locked in his.

Xavier let out a ragged breath in disbelief, a smile stretching his lips in surprise.

“You do?” he asked in astonishment, to which you only nodded with a soft smile.

“I...I don’t know how much I can remember, but I know that…I want to remember you, Xavier. I know that I have been happy with you…have I?”

Bringing your hands to his lips, Xavier pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles. Tears of joy rolled down his cheeks, landing on your hands, “You were,” he confirmed with a wide smile, voice still wavering from emotion, “and you made me so happy too, sweetheart.”

You let out a light laugh, tears pricking the corner of your eyes too. He was right; even if your memories were lacking, you felt what he said. You had been happy with him. Without really realizing it, your faces slowly leaned to the other’s. And with the utmost tenderness, Xavier cupped your cheek and kissed you softly on the lips. Instead of feeling nervous or surprised, the kiss felt natural to you and you responded to it gladly. The softness of his lips felt familiar, was familiar, so did the soaring in your heart. When you parted slowly you opened your eyes, meeting his kind ones once again.

“Sorry I really wanted to do this,” he whispered with a faint grin.

Slightly frowning at the impression of déjà-vu, you let out a small smile too, “Hey, I think I’ve said that before you.”

His grin widened and he pressed another kiss on your forehead this time, “You did, sweetheart. You did.”

The two of you spend the rest of the evening talking about what had happened: Miss Thornhill’s true identity, Tyler turning out to be the hyde, Principal Weems’ unfortunate passing, Enid, Wednesday, Ajax, Bianca and the other students being safe. None of you pushed the subject of your operation nor its consequences any further thought. You were alive and honestly that was all that mattered.

At some point, Xavier had to leave your side and after dropping one last kiss on your forehead and promising he would be back soon, he left the infirmary.

In the corridor when he knew he was out of ear’s reach he allowed himself to let out the cough he was holding up for the past few hours. A cough turned into another, until he felt his throat clear. As he looked down on the bloodied petals on his palm, Xavier didn’t feel fear or despair.

Your amnesia had made the tables turn, and now he was the one harboring one-sided feelings; but he was not afraid. Maybe your mind had forgotten him, but he knew your heart hadn’t. Just like you had waited for him, Xavier would wait for you.

[Epilogue]

A/N: did I shamelessly re-used some part of the intro? Well, yes, for ✨plot reasons ✨ Also, did I rushed the ending? AHAH Y E S and I’m so ashamed of that lmao I’ll stop rambling now and start editing the epilogue which yes, I’m posting tonight because I’ve tortured you way too long ♥

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Hi everyone. I still don´t have my laptop and I´m writing on my phone so things are taking me forever. To the anon that requested: hope you like this, i think i included everything you asked for <3 I guess you were talking about these photos? YATCH VIBES

ship: charles leclerc x fem!reader.

summary: His brother throws you into the sea without knowing that you can't swim and Charles panics. Full request here.

warnings: almost drowned. sea.

word count: +1.3K.

You should have done so many different things that day. For example, maybe wearing a life jacket or letting your boyfriend's brothers know that you couldn't swim very well. You never wore life jackets, you usually didn't need them because there was no way in hell you would go into the water voluntarily. Not that you were scared but you had never been much of a swimmer and had had an accident in a swimming pool as a child that had left you with enough trauma to postpone swimming lessons indefinitely. Charles knew it and most of your friends knew it too so the only reason you would go in the water would be if you were shipwrecked. You had already been dating for a year but you had never been on a yacht with them before so Lorenzo and Arthur didn't know.

It was April, summer wasn't officially here yet but it seemed like a good day to go on a yacht. By noon the wind had picked up a bit but even so, you had put on a sweater and decided to go on deck with Arthur to play frisbee while Lorenzo and Charles were inside finishing their lunches. You accidentally threw the frisbee into the water for the fourth time on a road, Arthur went looking for it before but he let out a moan of complaint that time.

"It's the wind, I swear" You laughed before he ran towards you to chase you in circles. It wasn´t the wind, you were terrible at that game.

"Whoever throws it, looks for it" Arthur crooned and before you could tell him that you couldn't swim he picked you up intending to throw you into the water.

"Arthur! Wait-" You managed to yell before he pushed you into the water. You would like to say that you saw it coming but since you fell on your back you were not able to prepare for the impact either. You gasped when you felt the cold water hit you. It was Europe, it was summer but there was a slight wind so the water was definitely colder than you would like to take a dip. Opening your mouth when you were hitting the water was a bad idea because you swallowed salt water. You moved your legs and arms desperately trying to stay afloat, only your head was out of the water when you felt someone pulling you to get you afloat. You were small so your legs were kicking hard. You coughed a little at the movement, swallowing more salt water.

"(Y/N)! Are you ok?" You heard the desperate and anxious voice of Charles calling you.

You tried to nod slightly as you continued to cough but it came out more like a desperate nod so you just moved a bit more against Charles wrapping your arm around his neck. Charles wrapped an arm around you and you felt bad for him having to swim one arm back to the yacht. You promised yourself that you were going to learn to swim once and for all before you scared him to death.

When they reached the ladder you simply climbed up and started spitting water on your knees on the floor. Your lungs were on fire and you couldn't find fresh air, not only were you spitting up water but more water had entered your nose than you knew.

"Are you okay?" Someone asked you and you placed the voice as Lorenzo's and nodded slightly in response. In the background, you could hear Charles yelling in French. From the random words you could catch he was definitely yelling at Arthur and he wasn't happy with his brother. You wanted to say something, assure him that everything was fine, that you were fine, but you couldn't even think to say what you were thinking.

"Are you sure?" Lorenzo insisted and you nodded again before getting up from the ground. You felt how fresh and clean air re-entered your lungs.

"Yes, I'm just catching my breath" You replied weakly before giving him a lopsided smile. He handed you a towel. Your legs were shaking from the effort. "Thanks" You wrapped the towel around yourself before entering the yacht room and sitting on the couch.

"Stay away!" You heard Charles exclaim behind your back and you heard his footsteps entering the interior of the yacht. "I'm going to get you a change of clothes" He murmured without looking at you before going down the stairs of the yacht to go get your bag. Was he the one angry with you? You just sat there like a wet chick waiting for him to come back.

"I'm so sorry," Arthur said, approaching you like that and you automatically felt bad because of the sorrowful and anguished face he had.

"Arthur" You murmured letting out a cough "I'm not mad" His pained expression made you a little sorry so you wanted to reassure him "How could you know?" you shrugged

"I´m still sorry"

"It's ok" You gave him a reassuring smile before hearing Charles' footsteps coming up the stairs and Arthur's panicked expression before he disappeared back onto the deck.

Charles placed the bag next to you on the couch and began to take out your change of clothes even without looking up at you "Are you mad at me?" You asked him before taking your wet sweater off along with your bikini top and putting on a dry one. "I'm sorry" you added in a small almost inaudible whisper but the one next to you heard you clearly.

"I'm not mad" He answered before releasing a sigh.

"Then why aren't you looking at me?"

"Mad? No, I'm mad, I'm scared as shit that's different" He explained sitting next to you to hug you from the side "I don't think my heart can beat normal again at least for a while"

"Oh babe" You caressed his cheek "I'm sorry"

"It's not your fault" He whispered softly, resting his head on the top of your head and taking in the scent of your hair.

"Are you still not talking to Arthur?"

"I'm mad at him" He growled and you couldn't help but smile slightly despite everything.

"You know he didn't do it on purpose"

"What he did was stupid." Charles scooted you up onto his lap.

"You need to forgive him" You pointed

"He is my baby brother, I will eventually, just not today"

"I didn't know you could hold such a grudge," You told him in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"You have no idea the panic I felt when I ran out and saw you in the water" He whispered, brushing your cheek with his lips “And your scream was just-”

"I know" You promised yourself that you were going to book some swimming lessons on Monday if that would avoid having to panic him again "And I´m sorry" You muttered hiding your head in the crook of his neck "but I'm ok"

"I don't want to feel like that ever again" He replied stroking your hair and you simply wrapped your arm around his neck to stick closer to him if that was possible. At that moment you realized that Charles was still wearing his wet swimsuit and that he hadn't changed into it yet.

For a few minutes, a silence formed between you before Charles spoke again "You are always wearing life jackets from now on"

"No, I'm not" You moaned in complaint "I will look like a ridiculous little girl and Arthur didn't do it on purpose"

"No matter the intentions, you almost scared me to death" He responded by placing a kiss on your head.

"I'll learn to swim, I promise"

"You haven't for the last 24 years, why now?" Charles didn't want to be mean, he was just curious about your abrupt change of heart.

"Your panicked face when you pulled me out of the water" His desperate voice calling out your name still resounded in your ears "I don't want you to feel like that ever again" you added, repeating a little what he had said before.

"Good, my poor heart couldn't take it" He murmured against your neck and you let out a laugh.

"You are so dramatic" you rolled your eyes

Charles paused before murmuring against your skin, "Please don't scare me like that ever again?"

"I will try" You replied with the same tone.

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A Lost Cause Part 3

Synopsis: The trusted keeper of all the Heroes' secrets, Civilian's existence is kept a tightly guarded secret itself. So how did the villain find her? And how will she withstand the attempts of his scientist to break her open and discover those secrets himself?

CW: nonconsensual drugging, medical whump, medical experimentation, needles/IV insertion, mentions wounds from torture, torture recovery, captivity

Part One

“So the serum had several unforeseen consequences.”

The doctor delivered this news as he checked her vitals, scribbling on that goddamn clipboard of his.

“You mean having my body convulse in excruciating pain wasn’t the effect you were looking for?” she croaked, the biting sarcasm weakened by sounding like a 90 year old smoker.

“Don’t be ridiculous. If I wanted you tortured, I would have left you in Vanderbilt’s facilities. This was just a . . .complication. A fascinating one, to be sure.”

“Oh, well that makes it all worth it, then.”

The remark sent her into another coughing fit, throat on fire, and the doctor tsked her.

“You should speak as little as possible until your vocal chords heal. You’re due for more pain meds, by the way. Give me a thumbs up if you’re starting to hurt.”

She gave him the middle finger instead.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Do you also acquiesce to tea with honey?”

Two middle fingers this time and a hateful glare.

“Excellent. I’ll bring it right out."

He doted on her for the next few days, bringing tea and books on medieval history (including one on torture, which he handed to her with a smirk). Her vitals were checked with almost obsessive regularity, the ache of her muscles numbed with pain meds that he never failed to deliver on time. He never apologized for what happened to her, insisting it was nothing more than an “unfortunate complication”, but he seemed wordlessly contrite with his actions.

Not that that made everything better.

It just made things more confusing. Under soft blankets, sipping tea and reading about the Norman Conquest, she couldn’t help but feel lulled into sleepy contentment.

When her muscles finally stopped twitching, the doctor walked in, rolling a cart with several syringes. The sight of it felt like a fist clenched around her lungs.

“No!” she yelped, jerking back against the bed. “I’m not doing this again.”

He didn’t even look at her, his attention on rearranging the order of the syringes. “Of course you are; that’s why you’re here.”

He selected one, held it up to the light and tapped it before turning towards her.

“Get that fucking thing away from me,” she growled, scrabbling out of the bed.

Her hands snatched the first thing she could find for a weapon — his book — and threw it at his head. It smacked him straight in the face, causing him to flinch and drop the syringe.

She took the opportunity to run, shoving him as hard as she could when she passed him for good measure. The loud thud as he hit the wall echoed behind her as she careened down the hallway. At first victory sang in her blood, but the adrenaline quickly faded in the weakness of days spent lying in bed. Then a spare tremor hit her legs, sending her tumbling to her knees.

It was all the doctor needed to catch up with her. Springing back to her feet, she had barely made it two more steps before the force of his body hit her from behind, shoving her face first into the wall.

“While I understand your reluctance, I really do not have time for it,” he murmured against her cheek, breath slightly ragged.

She threw her weight against him as hard as she could but he did not budge behind her. For such a nerd, he was solid. His hands threaded themselves into her hair, yanking her head back and a sharp prick hit her neck.

“Just remember,” he said as her world started to tilt, “when you wake up inevitably furious, that this could have all been avoided with your cooperation.”

The world returned to her slowly. First in images, then in sound. The doctor sat in a chair before her, scribbling in a notebook, the cart of syringes next to him. The sight of it sent her jerking back in instinct, but her body could not move.

“Finally,” he said once he noticed her aborted movements. “I think I will have to adjust your dosage for next time.”

It took only seconds for her to realize she did not wake up in her bed, but in a padded, high backed chair, the kind with the extra wide arms for blood drawing. And she was strapped down from her forehead to her throat to her arms to her legs and feet.

Panic dragged sluggishly up her chest, the drugs still weighing her down. But he had locked her body down tight. She couldn’t even twist her head away from the sight of him readying the needle.

The Agency had prepped her for torture. They educated her on all the ways it could happen, all the effects it would have on her body, the different ways she could hold out. As horrifying as it was to sit through it all, it helped her by making it predictable.

This was not predictable. She had no idea how each drug would make her respond. And even worse -- neither did he.

And that made this whole ordeal somehow more unbearable than her actual torture. She had never prepared for something like this.

When his gloved hand swiped the alcohol wipe over her arm, the only thing that kept her from breaking down and begging him to stop was the fact that her tongue still felt thick and clumsy in her mouth. All that came out was a strangled, panicked no as the needle plunged in.

For an agonizingly long moment they just stared at each other. He slipped his glasses off, tucking them away in the front pocket of his lab coat. The soft warmth of his dark brown eyes made her stomach squirm. It looked wrong, a predator’s disguise. A man like him did not deserve to have eyes like that.

“Tell me your name,” he said.

She projectile vomited into his face in response. What followed were hours of intense nausea, unable to hold down even the water she used to down anti-nausea pills. Eventually the doctor injected something into her IV and sent her to sleep.

“Stop scratching. You’re going to cause scarring.”

She glared poison at him, a rash climbing its way around her torso like poison ivy. The itching was unbearable.

“I would take literal torture over this,” she spat.

“You’re one of the few people on this earth who could make such a claim,” he agreed with that pleasant nonchalance that made her want to throttle him. “Pull your shirt up. I brought you more cortisone cream.”

He made it himself and its smell burned her nose. She refused to touch it at first but the urge to scratch overwhelmed her and he threatened to put it on for her if she didn’t stop. That and the oven mitts and duct tape he had lying on the window sill, an unspoken threat.

“When you’re done, we should go for a walk. It’s warm enough outside that you won’t need a jacket.”

She froze, staring at him wide eyed. “Outside? You’re taking me outside?”

“The weather is beautiful today. It’s a shame you can only experience it through your window. And the exercise might distract you.”

The cortizone cream was spread with lightning speed. She felt like a kid at Christmas — both hopeful and terrified of disappointment. The doctor graciously provided her with more durable house slippers, the kind with rubber soles, and guided her through the hall and out an innocuous door.

Behind the building, which looked like an innocent two story cottage, was a beautiful garden. Bordered by tall, lush hedges and trees, a gravel path wound its way around ordered raised flower beds and stands of rose bushes and irises. Spring sunshine filtered through the trees, dappling the patio and table and chairs.

She swallowed thickly, suddenly overwhelmed. It was so beautiful and he didn’t deserve to have something like this and yet she was so so relieved to be there. The air smelled fresh and vaguely like salt. In the distance she could hear the low rumble of waves.

He guided her along the walkway, pointing out the herbs growing in the beds, rambling on about the native plants and the kind of medicine you could make out of them. It felt rather like a scene from a regency novel, taking this “turn about the garden.” But she couldn’t find it in herself to be pissed about it.

“It’s been several minutes without a caustic remark,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I take it you find this place satisfactory?”

“It’s okay,” she said, struggling for an air of nonchalance. She didn’t trust him not to use this place against her.

“High praise indeed,” he drawled.

They took two more laps before he deposited her at the patio table. By this point exhaustion threatened at her edges though she tried valiantly to hide it.

“Let’s not overdo it today,” he said with a knowing look. “Wait here and I’ll get us some tea.”

Sitting in the fresh air and sunshine as she waited, having freedom at the tips of her fingers but not the strength to take it, felt like the worst cruelty he had inflicted upon her so far. And the worst part was, she didn’t know if he even meant it as such.

The doctor reappeared only a few minutes later, humming and holding an honest to god tea tray, complete with china cups and a clear teapot. She made sure to watch him pour and sip his own drink before she helped herself.

It was good tea. She hated how companionable their silence was becoming, how much she was getting used to his presence. And yet, some things still didn’t piece together.

“What makes me so valuable?” she asked. “Sure there are other ways to get information, other people to experiment on. But you said there was only one me.”

He turned his gaze away from the irises and slowly pulled down his dark glasses. His eyes looked as warm and comforting as the tea he made.

“You should kiss me,” he said, gentle and inviting. “There’s no need to be afraid. You’ve been wanting to for a while now. You think about it all the time.”

“What?” she spluttered. Her eyes instinctively flickered down to his mouth before she jerked them away. “Have you lost your fucking mind?”

He threw his head back and laughed, rich and deep.

“That’s why,” he said, pushing his glasses back up. “My power is hypnosis. I can make anyone think or feel anything I want. Except for you. I’ve never met anyone whose power can cancel out other powers. I want to bottle it. Literally.”

“Bottle it?” she repeated numbly. “To use on other people?”

To use on her allies. Her friends. To take the one thing they depended on her and use it against them.

She felt sick.

“Of course. It could be useful in a wide variety of situations. And I have to admit, I’ve wondered if it would work on you. Can you nullify someone’s nullification powers? The answer would be fascinating either way.”

Dread gripped her insides with icy fingers, the mild spring sun feeling far away.

“Just think -- if it did work on you, I would be able to break into your mind without hurting you. No torture ever again.”

He shot her what he probably thought was an encouraging smile.

She threw up again.

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