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Runaway Wind Chapter Thirty

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The twin heartless growled and pawed at the ground, claws raking across the wooden floors. Each swipe kicked up more smoldering embers that only added to the growing flames. Naminé winced as the smoke began to grow, eyes stinging as the heartless backed into the dark clouds they were adding all around them. She pulled out a card and sent a figment into the darkness, hoping to hear some sign of contact.

But if it did manage to hit either target, there was no sign. “Ugh. Clever.” Yuffie grumbled as she scanned the room. “It’s easy to forget that these big heartless can be smart when it comes to fighting.” A flick of the wrist sent a small volley of Kunai out. Only to hear contact with the wooden walls.

“Where are they?” Ven asked as he looked around the burning room. A snarl was his only warning before the red maned heartless cats pounced through the smoke. He dived away, only for its twin to catch him straight in the back. As he was knocked to the ground he felt the weight bearing on him even as he struggled to get a hit in.

But with the sound of magic and flung steel, that pressure stopped as figments and shuriken knocked the black maned heartless back. Ven got to his feet quickly, and Naminé was at his side in a moment. Pulling out a healing card she winced seeing Ven’s scratches. “This isn’t good. We can barely get any hits in before they hide again.”

Yuffie watched to make sure nothing else came out while Naminé’s magic healed Ven up. “We’ve got to find a way to get one of them to stay put long enough to do some damage.”

Ven furrowed his brow before glancing to his keyblade. “I’ve got an idea. But I’m going to need to act as bait.”

Naminé glanced at the mending wounds and winced before putting a hand to his shoulder. ”Ven, are you sure?”

Ventus put his hand on hers as he looked back at her. “Trust me, Naminé,” he asked, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

Nodding back at him, Naminé let go and took a step back. Giving Ven some space while he watched the room. Smoke and shadows swirling all around them. But then there was a glint in the dark. Ventus whirled around to face it, and just in time.

The black maned heartless bounded out of the smoke with claws extended. But this time, Ventus was ready to block. The keyblade in front of him strained as the creature clashed against the weapon. But while Ventus still stood, the heartless was stunned. And it was an opportunity that the three of them wouldn’t waste.

Yuffie flung her Kunai into the heartless’ back legs. As it’s grip on Ven’s keyblade loosened, A figment knocked it away entirely with a strike raid wreathed in ice. The attack caused it to stumble to the ground, giving Ven the chance to move in and bash the heartless with his keyblade.

But despite the attack the beast still thrashed, a stray claw swipe causing Ventus to back away. Yuffie and Naminé readied their weapons to join in, but a snarl from the smoke gave them pause. A snarl was the only warming before the other heartless pounced from the dark towards Naminé. She spun towards the threat and blocked with her sword, wincing as the attack reverberated through her weapon. Still, it was enough for Ven to cast a volley of blizzard spells at the heartless, which caused it to lose its grip on her weapon. Naminé looked at Ventus and smiled, “Thanks.”

Ventus nodded with a grin and answered, “Anytime! Now let’s take them…” His voice died down, however, as he saw flames gather again around both of the heartless sisters. They dug their claws into the floor and their eyes began to glow. Ven’s eyes widened and he cried out, “More fire! Look out!”

No sooner had he called out his warning then the two heartless’ eyes flashed. They had just enough time to raise their weapons to deflect some of the heat that burst forth from the creatures. On the one hand, the blast cleared away most of the smoke, letting them see again. On the other, the room was practically falling apart by now, any finery reduced to ash. The door to the rest of the mansion hung by its hinges, and offered little resistance as the two heartless broke through it to escape.

“You’re not getting away that easy!” Yuffie cried out as she ran after them. Ventus and Naminé were right beside her as they arrived into the main hall. They looked over the balcony to where the two heartless had found footing on the stairs. They snarled up at them, as the fire from their claws began to ignite the tattered rug. But snarls were not the only thing that was heard. From the shadows cast by the mansion debris, chattering and chittering could be heard. Dark shapes sprang forth from them, almost immediately taking form. Yuffie clicked her tongue at the sight of the rising shadows. “Tch. Looks like they called some backup.” She turned to Ventus and Naminé with a grin. “We can take them on, right?”

But that smile fell as she saw the two of them. Naminé clutched her sword just looking at the dark creatures that were all too familiar. Instead of the rounded features of the heartless, the creature’s shape was jagged with slitted red eyes. “No...It can’t be!”

“It’s the Unversed!” Ven called out before striking back against one of the flood leaping at him.

“Oh, great. And they’re creepier than in your story!” Another flood lept at Yuffie, only to be kicked aside as she grumbled, “At this rate, it’s just a matter of time before Organization XIII shows up!”

From the trees just outside the mansion, Erxart grimaced as he watched the glow brighten in the mansion windows. “Is it really a good idea to leave the keybearers to this threat?”

Axel shrugged and leaned forward on a stump as he continued to watch. “Don’t look at me. They pretty much vetoed any kind of cooperation between us.”

Erxart frowned and closed his eyes. “Because of the suffering caused by members of the Organization.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.” Larxene smiled as she walked up beside him. “Besides, that was when we only knew of a single keyblade wielder and maybe his brain dead nobody. Now everyone is—.”

“His name is Roxas,” Erxart growled as he glared at Larxene, “And despite these new wielders, the Organization’s policy has not changed. If they’re putting out a death warrant for Maleficent merely posing a potential threat, I think their survival is important enough for that policy to stand.”

Axel shrugged as he joined Erxart and Larxene near the top of the hill. “Okay, that’s a fair point. But still, accomplished keyblade wielders are no pushovers. I should know.” He squinted his eyes as he saw dark shapes appear and crawl inside the smoking mansion. “So far it just seems like a standard heartless pack leader calling for backup.”

”Wait. Those creatures look familiar.” Erxart jogged forward down the hill to get a better view of what was swarming inside the house.

Larxene placed her hands on her hips. “You mean besides the fact that they’re heartless?”

If he heard her, Erxart didn’t show it. Instead, he jogged down to the bottom of the hill next to a gap in the stone fence. Watching from the shadows, he saw the dark shapes scale the mansion walls. But instead of the round yellow eyes of the heartless, these creatures had red slits. And a few of them bore a symbol that Erxart knew. Erxart turned back and dashed up the hill to Axel and Larxene, who seemed content to remain where they were. “Those aren’t heartless! They’re unversed!”

“Unversed?” Axel raised an eyebrow before shaking his head with a shrug and answering, “Never heard of them before.”

“But Erxart has. And isn’t that something?” Larxene put a hand to her chin as she walked past Erxart down the hill. “It’s a little suspicious that we haven’t heard of these things even once in all these years? But our other rookie who shows up out of nowhere with a keyblade knows exactly what they are?“

Erxart and Axel looked at each other with a raised eyebrow. Erxart scratched the back of his head as he suggested, “A stroke of luck maybe?”

Larxene rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Do I need to remind you that this is the second rookie that our beloved leader found out of the blue with a keyblade of his own?”

Axel walked up next to Erxart, holding a hand out as he asked, “If you’ve got a point here, would you mind sharing?”

“Xemnas is keeping secrets,” she answered, raising a finger as she continued, “And I’m betting that these are secrets that aren’t in the best interests of a good amount of the Organization.”

“Larxene. This accusation is serious.” Erxart closed his eyes. Desperately trying to ignore how often that same accusation had gone unvoiced in his own head. However, “It’s one you can’t just make out of nowhere with nothing to support it.”

Larxene smirked, and she pulled a hard drive from her coat. “Then how about we go through some of his data and find out.”

“You stole it from him?!” Erxart took a step back before protesting. “If he ever finds out—!”

“If being the key word here.” She idly tossed the disk drive in her hands and put a hand on her hip. “Look me in the eye and tell me with a straight face that you aren’t the least bit curious about what he’s up to.”

Erxart looked over to Axel to see his reaction to the offer. Xemnas’ orders were to report her actions to Axel, but now there was little need to do so. Not when she had made her offer so brazenly.

Unfortunately, it was an offer that Erxart was tempted to accept. He was desperate for answers. About his past, his role in the organization. Anything that could shed some light on the questions that dogged him.

But seeing Axel mull the decision over brought that train of thought to an end. Right now, he needed to trust his friends. Even though Erxart couldn’t understand just why he believed in this so strongly now. He just knew that long ago he didn’t. And he lost...

Falling into darkness.

A hand in his.

“I’m with you.”

He lost something more important than words.

“Well Larxene. Stealing from our boss isn’t exactly a good look.” Axel’s voice interrupted Erxart’s thoughts. He looked in surprise to see Axel slowly begin to smile. “But if we’re just verifying his good intentions, what’s the harm?”

“Assuming this stays between us, no harm whatsoever,” Larxene answered with a grin as she walked up and put a hand on Erxart’s other shoulder. “And besides, I’m pretty sure our new keyblade master would love to learn why he was chosen, right?”

Despite Larxene’s smile as she leaned on him, Erxart couldn’t help a slight cringe. “It would...clear things up.”

“Great!” Larxene gave him a slap on the back before letting go. “I’m going to get a better look around the mansion. I’ll catch up with you soon enough.”

“Remember. We’re observing. Not interfering.” Axel tapped his head as he asked Larxene, “Got it memorized?”

“Yeah, yeah. Committed it to memory and all that jazz.” With a wave of her hand, she vanished in a flash.

Erxart looked to Axel, still uneasy. “Are you really sure about this?”

Axel slowly nodded. “Trust me. It’ll be better in the long run if we let this play out. And besides—” He gave a casual salute to Erxart, “—I’ve got your back pal.”

With that reassurance, Erxart relaxed. Maybe he could understand the connection between him, Roxas, and that boy Ventus. Maybe even where Aqua was.

Because if Ventus was a real person. Then so was she. And even though he had no heart, something within Erxart told him that he needed to find her.

Perhaps that was why he was still concerned about Ventus. He was the only other lead that Erxart had to the truth. His hands balled into fists as he watched the burning mansion.

“Come on! I can do this all night!” Yuffie shouted as she sent her fuuma shuriken careening from unversed to unversed. Catching it, she turned her attention to the rising shadows from the floor, muttering quietly, “Or at least long enough for Ven and Naminé to finish those heartless.”

As she dashed around the edge of the room taking down what unversed she could, Ventus and Naminé made their way across the balcony. Flood after flood leapt out at him as he and Naminé fought closer and closer to the staircase where the heartless were watching them intently from the ground. While the main hall wasn’t quite as incinerated as the study that they entered in, it was getting there. The fire stoked in one room was beginning to spread, and the two heartless did their part to fan the flames with their mere footsteps. It was a race against time before the mansion burned down.

Ventus shuffled his grip on his keyblade, idly giving it a spin. The unversed were one of the last things he wanted to see from his nightmares. Another nightmare of his past returning to haunt him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a scrapper brandish metal claws. He spun to face it.

Only for a slash of Naminé’s blade to knock it away. Looking at her, a slight smile came to his face. That’s right. Unlike his journey ten years ago, he wasn’t alone this time. With a final slash of his keyblade, he got rid of the last unversed in their path to the stairs down. As the two of them dashed over, Ven quickly glanced over to Naminé. “Let’s focus on one of the Heartless. The red one”

With a nod she pulled an ice card and a fire card, “Right, should be easier with them in the open. I’ll cover you.” Coming to the top of the stairs, they saw the two heartless charging straight at them. Tossing them forward, she called on a stream of water directed mostly at the red maned heartless. The spell caused the two monsters to dive away, though a snarl made it clear the attack hit home.

But before they could kick up more smoke to hide again, Ven dived towards the weakened heartless with a blitz of attacks. Its black haired sister tried to move in to protect it, but was stopped by a figment thrown by Naminé as she followed Ventus. As Ventus gave a solid hit as a final flourish, the red-maned heartless was knocked back, skidding into a pillar supporting the balcony with a thwack!

“Easy down there!” Yuffie called down from the upper floor as she carved through another scrapper, “Give me some warning before you bring this place...down...” Her voice trailed off as she glanced below to see the heartless struggling to stand next to the damaged pillar. She began to grin and brandished her fuuma shuriken. “Actually, let’s bring this pillar down!”

“Huh?!” Ventus was baffled at the suggestion. “What about the unversed?”

As if to illustrate his point, A scrapper began to dash towards Yuffie. Only for an ice spell from Naminé to stop it. She called out in concern, “Are you sure you’re going to be alright?!”

Yuffie rolled her eyes before tossing a barrage of kunai at the black haired heartless sneaking up behind Ven and Naminé. “You worry about the heartless and the pillar! I’ll worry about the unversed!” With that, Yuffie swatted away the universe with the large shuriken on her back before beginning to hack into the balcony she stood upon.

Naminé frowned before nodding. “Alright then.” She hurriedly grabbed a card of ice with an attack card, summoning a figment that flung a keyblade wreathed in ice. The ice raid was enough to hit both the heartless as it finally got to its feet, but also the pillar next to it. Causing the balcony to creak where Ventus had weakened it.

Looking up at the sound, the red-maned heartless snarled and tensed to leap. But Ventus quickly flung his keyblade at the pillar again and again, tossing it as fast as he recalled his weapon. But even so, the pillar just needed one more—!

“Behind you!”

At Naminé’s cry and a subsequent roar, Ventus realized the other heartless had changed targets. He rolled right out of the way of a back attack made by the black maned heartless.It skidded to a stop right in front of its sister.

But before it could leap back into action, Yuffie lept from the balcony onto its back with Kunai drawn. “See, totally fine!” Yuffie called out with a grin as she managed to steer the thrashing heartless over to its sister before kicking off of it.

The two heartless began to rise up again, eyes glowing. “Not this time!” Ven shouted out, feeling energy flow between the three of them, breaking their limits. “Together!” With that cry, the three of them tossed a blade storm at the heartless and any unversed that dared to jump down. Keyblade, mirage, and steel pinned down their opponents, and whittled away the pillar to almost nothing.

As the assault ended, the stone finally gave way and crumbled with the balcony atop the heartless. Burying them in a heap of wood and stone. With a puff of shadow two hearts drifted into the night.

The unversed still remaining above glared at the three of them. But after a moment of staring each other down, the creatures vanished into shadow. “Guess they weren’t going to stick around without back up.” Ven sighed as he tried to catch his breath. However, the smoke only caused his gasps for air to result in a painful cough.

Naminé grabbed his arm and helped Ven steady himself. “We should put out the fire, since we aren’t being attacked anymore.”

“It would make up for some of the property damage.” Yuffie chuckled as she stowed her weapons. “But I don’t think I’m quite as good at it as you two.”

At that, Ven and Naminé quickly went to work casting blizzard into all the fire they could find in the hall. The flames melted the ice into water that put it out in short order. Coughing through the smoke they made their way upstairs to the study. Another spell of water from Naminé put out the worst of the inferno that ate its way into the room.

Ven waved away the resulting steam and smoke as best as he could. “Good thing the window’s open, won’t have to worry about backdraft.” Though the cloud was still thick, he could still see the moon shine through the window to illuminate the ruined study.

“Too bad there’s still smoke.” Naminé coughed in the haze before she turned to him and asked, “Maybe you could cast a wind spell?”

Yuffie shook her head as she made her way across the burnt floor. “Smoke like that isn’t leaving this place anytime soon. I say we get out of here and get some fresh air.” With a grin, she sat on the windowsill and waved to the two of them. “Race you down!” With that, she leaned back before she was practically falling off the edge

“Yuffie, wait!” Ven shouted as he ran to the window with Naminé. As they approached, they could see Yuffie let go and fall. However, their momentary horror was replaced with amazement as they saw her tumble through the air and land gracefully on the ground little worse for wear.

“Great ninja, remember?” Yuffie laughed as she dusted herself off. She called back up to the window, “You should be fine! Keyblade power should let you handle a fall like that no problem!”

Ven and Naminé looked at each other, not quite happy with the suggestion. Naminé in particular was hardly happy as she asked, “What about me?”

Yuffie’s grin faded as she began to understand the issue. “Right. She’d probably have to take the long way.” But after a moment, her eyes fell on Ventus and she smirked. “Unless you feel like carrying her.”

That suggestion brought Ventus’ mind to a halt. And looking over to Naminé, it seemed to have the same effect on her. At least, that was his guess from the way she slowly looked over to him with wide eyes. It was a simple suggestion, and to be honest, he didn’t hate it. Naminé was a special friend to him by now. But...would Naminé be okay with being that close to him?

Wait, there was one other time Naminé was pretty close to him. He slowly began to suggest, “We could just..fly together on the glider?”

The answer managed to get Naminé’s attention and she began to quickly nod. “Yes, yes of course.” As he pulled out his keyblade and transformed it outside the window, she put a hand on his shoulder. He looked at her for a moment, a light blush on her cheek, blue eyes looking back at his. Placing his hand over hers, at first just to help her on the glider. But seeing the smile that came to her face caused his hand to linger just a little longer.

Honestly, just seeing her happy—

“Aah!” And in an instant the moment ended as Naminé clutched her head in pain.

How did I get so small!?

You still have the same dream?

He’ll be alright. He won’t give into it.

I just need to keep on believing, right?

“You coming down on that thing or not?” Yuffie’s voice from down below got their attention. Slowly, Ventus helped her aboard the glider and they slowly made their way down to Yuffie tapping her foot. “About time...you...” Her impatience died seeing Naminé’s state, and she rushed over to the two of them. She held out a hand to help Naminé down from the glider. “More memories?”

“Yes.” Naminé nodded as she began to search her pockets. “Let’s go tell the Fairy Godmother and head back to Hollow Bastion.”

Ventus hopped off the glider and was right beside her. “The sooner we can do that, the sooner we can figure out what’s going on with Naminé’s memories, our dreams, Pete, the Unversed, Xeha—.”

“Breathe.” Yuffie held up a hand to stop Ventus’ fretting. “We’ll tell them everything when we get there. First we need to get back to town.” At that, Naminé pulled out the summon stone for Chocobo. And in a flash, called the bird to their side.

Erxart watched as the summoned bird carried Ventus, Naminé, and Yuffie back to town. He was certainly relieved at seeing the flames die down, rather than consume the mansion. Despite Naminé’s condition, the fact that she survived along with Ventus eased his…

Whatever he had.

“Hey, show’s over.” Axel’s elbow to his side got Erxart’s attention. “Let the underlings handle the rest of this and head back for our update.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Larxene spoke as she emerged from the trees. With a wave of her hand, she summoned a dark portal back to The Castle That Never Was. “Shall we?” She quickly walked through the portal.

Erxart glanced over to Axel with a raised eyebrow. He had to admit, more time to prepare a suitable story. He just looked back with a knowing smile, “Just leave Larxene to me.” He tapped a finger to his head as he asked,“Got it memorized?”

“Of course.” It was a little hard to forget someone like Axel. With a plan in mind, the two headed through the dark corridor. Corridors of shadow that he followed through corridors of steel. Corridors which led to the grey area.

Axel called out as they entered and saw a familiar figure next to Demyx. “Yo Roxas, we’re back. How…” But as he fully entered the room, Axel became silent. Roxas was certainly there, but Xigbar and Xemnas were as well, and they looked far from pleased.

The latter especially stuck out to Erxart. “Xemnas usually doesn’t listen to these debriefings in person.” His eyes narrowed as he tried to listen to them.

“Why, thank you for that insightful reminder.” Larxene chuckled as she crossed her arms.

“I would recommend you wait.” Saïx's stern voice brought the three to attention. “Roxas has encountered a new threat on his mission with Demyx.”

As the three of them went quiet, Roxas’ report was far easier to hear. “...and they weren’t like any other heartless. And it wasn’t just looking different, they didn’t release any hearts once I defeated them.”

Demyx scratched the back of his head as he shrugged. “A real shame, they were some pretty potent packs of darkness.”

Xemnas’ eyes narrowed. “These creatures, did they have red eyes, and a different symbol than the heartless?”

Roxas nodded eagerly. “I think I can draw the symbol if you—.”

Xigbar scoffed, “Nah. I think we get the picture.” His eye held no illusion of mirth as he looked to Xemnas. “We know exactly who these creatures are.”“The Unversed are roaming the worlds once again.” Xemnas closed his eyes and turned to everyone who had gathered. “We must all discuss this. Now.”

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batwritings · 3 years

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All your DreamXD fic are just so good! Also I wanted to know if I could maybe be God Fucker anon? If not that's 100% okay!

This may be a bit more for those who have female anatomy because I was thinking what other way could he use to possibly keep over you. As he would see that as a reason to keep you around, a companion.

You have been teaching him what people do for pleasure and everything from enjoyments from things like shows to more teasing. so like the curious God, he is he asks about it, something along the lines of “ what type of pleasure can I give you?” So you explain it to him, he seems content with the knowledge he has. Few days pass and he just out of the blue goes “ can you sit on my face?” You just stare at him in shock, you slowly agree thinking he’ll have you go once and be done. Nope! The moment you placed anywhere near his face he's going to grab you and bring you done onto him. He's not that interested in letting you go anytime soon.

alk;dfjd; thank you so much! You’re more than welcome to be God Fucker anon! XD Thank you actually for specifying that! I try to keep everything gender neutral as possible. I’m so down for this though. Enjoy~!

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The first time you brought up pleasure to DreamXD he was immediately curious. “You’re different than this body though,” he responded when you were explaining how pleasure worked for men. “How do I give you pleasure?”

The question had taken you aback a bit, not expecting it. You gave him the best answer you could, and for that night, he seemed satisfied. A few nights pass and he asks you another question out of the blue. “Can you sit on my face little star?” he asks it so plainly, again you stumble to give him an answer.

“I, uh,” you stutter, face flushing bright red. “Sure, XD.” The god has your face in his hand suddenly, his mask pushed aside. His lips crash into yours without hesitation, and while he had much to learn in terms of skill, he certainly made up for it in eagerness. Your hands find his face as the kiss deepens; seems he was paying attention when you mentioned foreplay.

Clawed hands slide up your shirt, trying in vain to get it off. You chuckle a little, helping him remove it along with your bra. Goosebumps litter your skin as the chilly night air wafts in from your open window. Surprisingly soft hands cup your breasts as his thumbs dance across your hardened nipples.

He revels in your gasp, smiling at your as he realizes what he’s done right. You fumble with your pants and underwear, almost as eager to get to what the god wanted as he was. His hands only leave your chest when you are fully naked before him, gently guiding your aching sex over his mouth.

“Whenever you’re ready pet,” he coos, claws lightly drawing circles along your hips. Slowly, hesitantly, you lowered yourself to his lips, gasping when you felt him press a soft kiss to your clit. His arms curled over your thighs, bringing you down fully, his grip tight.

DreamXD hums as you cry out the moment his tongue slides along your slit. His neon green eyes are hooded, watching your every reaction. You whine and try to squirm when he slips his tongue inside you, but only succeed in grinding against him. Not that either of you are complaining at this point; you’re lost in the pleasure that is the mouth and lips of a god and said god is loving every noise you make. It’s like a symphony to him.

Your hand shoots down to grip his hair when his sharp teeth graze your clit, earning a growl from the god below you. One hand pulls from your thigh to circle your sensitive bud while his tongue buries itself further withing your wet folds. He wants to see you come undone for him, and soon.

“XD,” you whine, hips starting to rock back and forth for more friction. “I’m...I’m getting close!” What can only be described as a low purr vibrates across your pussy as DreamXD circles your clit faster, tongue licking long stripes up your pussy before diving back in. Your only words are pleas and cries of his name as your orgasm crashes over you.

You’re practically bent over the SMP’s god as he licks and sucks you through your climax, only stopping when you pull at his hair again, weakly. He lets you up, pupils barely slits in seas of neon green. He watches you pant as you come down from your high, helping you sit up properly in his lap despite the boneless feeling in your body. “You were so beautiful for me darling,” he chuckles, face wet with your fluids.

“Now, pretty little pet, would you care to return the favor?”

#bat writes #anon reqs #god fucker anon #dreamxd x reader #mcyt smut #dreamxd smut #mcyt x reader

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lilithbasically · 3 years

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Kitty

*Minors DNI*

(Aizawa x f!Reader)

reader has cat ears and a tail. Quirk is copycat (can turn into any type of cat), goes into heat a lot, soulmate AU, fluff to smut

requested by @ravenina14 I hope I did your ask justice 🥺🖤

W.C.: 1.3K

Warnings: fluff to smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, breeding-ish kink, there’s claws so maybe knifeplay? Maybe I should call it clawplay at this point lol

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2 years ago

Sure, Aizawa had heard about you. You were Claws, the cute up and coming pro that had a cat quirk, of course he'd heard of you. When he first saw you in action though? His mind was blown. He was told you had a cat quirk not a fucking Queen of the Savanna quirk. Seeing you jump over a villain before shifting into a lioness midair left him speechless. It wasn't until you shifted back that he saw the very obvious downfall to your quirk; it left you naked. Casting his scarf out to you, he covered your most intimate parts, leaving your tail unbound.

Thankful for the cover he provided you opened your mouth to give your thanks but, your body moved before your brain could comprehend what was happening. You felt his capture weapon slither across your body to keep comfortably taught as you got closer, your chest tightened and your breath came in short pants. Your eyes met his asking the question you knew he was asking himself.

'Is this my fucking soulmate??'

"Thank you for the cover, Eraser. I really appreciate it. As soon as I find a long shirt or something, you ca--" you were cut off by a painful cry flying from your mouth before you doubled over onto the ground.

Aizawa's eyes flew wide, concern flooding his features as he bent down to put a hand on your back, "Claws, are you okay? Are you injured?"

"Need...to get...home...fuck," you gasped.

"I'm gonna pick you up, okay? I'll get you to your apartment, kitten, don't worry."

Aizawa felt your body tense and spasm every few steps and his concern only multiplied. He could feel your temperature rising, your body shaking. He could hear your whimpers and cries that felt like stakes piercing his heart.

Finally, he made it to your apartment. You had passed out a couple of minutes before so he made the safe bet and just laid you in your bed as you slept. He struggled to push away the extremely intrusive thoughts and feelings of joining you, capturing you in his arms to comfort you. Instead, he decided to place some pain relievers and a glass of water on your bedside table, he started to leave before something in his mind told him to leave a note for you.

'Kitten,

I had to leave to take care of the paperwork from today's bust. I think we have some things to talk about, though. (xxx) xxx-xxxx.

Call or text me when you wake up so I know you're okay. Let me know if you need or want anything. Anytime.

-Shota'

When you woke up to find his note and remembered everything, you did text him, 'So...did you mean anything?'

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1 year ago

Shota was so fucking tired, not that it was anything new to his life. Adding onto how long it had been since he’d seen you; six months ago you were called on a mission and he hadn't seen or heard from you since. It was a matter of safety for you and everyone involved and while it was difficult, he understood.

The only things that helped him cope were looking through the pictures you'd both taken and remembering the conversation he'd had with you:

"So...I'll just dive in, I'm positive you're my soulmate. I've never felt this pull before; to protect, to cherish, to love. You're it, Y/N. Please tell me I'm not insane," he chuckled.

"I'm yours, Shota...always," came your response. Like you knew the entire time, without a doubt that he was it for you. Then you sighed, "You have to leave now unless you wanna stay here for the next few days..."

When he walked into his classroom, Shota let the memory fade. He was actually surprised that his students weren't in their seats like usual. Instead, they were grouped around his desk cooing at and petting...you???

"Go to Midnight's class, all of you, now," he spoke. His eyes not leaving your form as you sat atop his desk in the form of a sleek, solid black cat, except the white stripes winding around your front arms. Bright orange eyes staring into his own.

When the last student left the room, you shifted back, opening your mouth to say something just as Shota's found your own, slotting himself between your legs.

Breaking apart just enough to murmur, "Fuck...marry me, Y/N. I can't wait anymore...I need you to be mine. Wanna make your last name mine."

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Present

You were in the middle of organizing the bookshelf when it hit. So overwhelming you had to shift into a cat to stave it off until he got home.

"Kitten, I'm home." Aizawa, your dear husband, listened for your reply only hearing a meow in response. "Aw, baby...your heat hit, hmmm? C'mere, love."

Shifting back, naked, you emerged from your shared bedroom, ears twitching, tail swishing back and forth, eyes half lidded with lust.

"Hey, pretty girl," Shota cooed as you approached, "are you feeling okay?"

"Mmm...I'm feeling great...could feel better though," you whispered, pressing your body against him, "Want you to make me a mommy. Need t'be filled with you...please, Shota..."

His hands found their place around your waist, trailing down to your ass, around your thighs, lifting and holding you against the wall, whispering against your lips, "Fuck, Kitten." His lips moved to your neck, feeling your claws prod at his chest through his shirt, "Let's get to the bedroom and you can let go." As soon as he stepped over the threshold of your shared bedroom, your claws ripped through his clothes, unable to wait any longer.

Setting you down on the bed, Aizawa settled between your legs. Spreading them over his shoulders, he pressed kisses to your inner thighs leading up to your core. Dragging his middle finger from your entrance to your clit, he asked, "Mmmm, already this wet for me, kitten?"

"N-need you, Shota...please don't fucking tease me," you begged, gripping the sheets so hard your knuckles turned white.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you," he murmured.

Euphoria wasn't in your vocabulary. It wasn't something you'd experienced until Aizawa. His love was so overwhelming, almost overbearing. Feeling his tongue teasing over your slit, his fingers prodding at your entrance, his tongue now circling your clit; You were reminded just how much this man loves you as he hummed in satisfaction when your back arched, keening at his ministrations.

Seeing him rut into the mattress sent you into a frenzy, "F-fuck, Sho, please...need you..." you whimper, gripping his hair to pull him up to you.

"I'm here, Kitten," he whispered, aligning his tip to your dripping core, "M'gonna fill you," he grunted, stuffing you with one swift thrust, "as much as you need."

"Oh, god, Shota," you cry. Your vision started to swim not only from the sudden stretch of him but also from the brutal, pussy destroying pace he set.

"Goddamn, Y/N, so wet...so tight...fuck, Kitten...cum so I can fill you. You want me to make you a mommy, huh? Y'wanna make me a daddy? Fuckin cum then. Cum so I can fuck you nice and full with my babies."

"Fuck, Shota, oh gaaaawwwwddddd...m'cu-cumming...please, Shota, don't stop, please cum in me...oh fuuuuuuck..."

"M'gonna make you a mommy...fuck, Y/N...gonna cum...need to cum in you, baby, god..."

Missionary was never a favorite position of yours until Shota. When he filled you like this, when you felt his muscles tense, his breathe hitch, his release flood your insides like this...how could you not love it?

Dropping his head back as he filled you, he sighed, "Fuck, Kitten..."

Pulling you into his side, Aizawa felt the light coat of sweat on your skin but he didn't mind. He only reached his hand up to rub behind your ears, while he pressed loving kisses to your forehead as you drifted to sleep against his chest, your tail wrapping around one of his legs.

"I love you, Kitten, my beautiful soulmate...my beautiful wife."

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Timorous - Itadori Yuji

I love hybrid au’s for the fact that I can google deep dive animal research for hours lol and speaking of research I went with a bunny, breed being a French lop with speckles. also this is a college au my guys, gender neutral reader! 6k words

A bit of a size difference thing here? Itadori is a tiger and tigers are bigger than rabbits...so I made him bigger and by that logic he’s bigger than you...tiger big rabbit small...I hope that makes sense lol and both reader and itadori are adorably skittish in this :) at least I think it’s adorable

To say Itadori had a problem would be both an understatement and an over exaggeration, depending on who you asked. Megumi said he was blowing things out of proportion while Nobara agreed that this dilemma he had was probably the biggest problem of their generation.

He had a crush on you, a rabbit hybrid. A soft, wonderful little thing with long ears and cute speckles all around your body. And it wouldn’t be such a problem if not for the painful fact of who Itadori was: a tiger hybrid. A predator nearly directly above you, much larger and stronger than you could ever hope to be.

He laid eyes on you during your first year of university, back in a prerequisite class for the major both of you had chosen. Seeing you walk in surrounded by other rabbits and sitting at the front of the class, he could barely take his eyes off you and when you said your name, he committed it to memory.

Everything about you was perfect, everything Itadori could ask for in a partner and more, but he knew there wasn’t any hope out there that he could approach you, at least not alone and especially not in your first year. So he waited patiently, almost too patiently, for the right opportunity to talk to you.

He waited so long it was now almost the end of your second year.

“Alright everyone, I’d like you to think about who you want to pair up with for this project and report back to me by the end of the week. Anyone that doesn’t have a partner by then will be paired up.” The professor announced at the end of class, closing up the textbook you’d been pouring over for an hour. This was the perfect opportunity for Itadori to get close to you.

Lingering in the classroom, Itadori packed up his things slowly and watched as the usual people you were with left class while you hung around to ask the professor a question. Holding his breath, Itadori walked out of the classroom at the same time as you.

You didn’t look in his direction at all, keeping your head down and ears framing your face. Itadori could smell the subtle unease rolling off you in waves and it disheartened him enough that he watched you walk away.

“H-hey (Y/N)!” Mustering up the courage to say your name, Itadori rushed over to your disappearing form. Looking over your shoulder, your eyes went wide seeing Itadori running toward you.

“What uh, what can I help you with?” This was the first time you were speaking to him and your voice was trembling. Your fingers were pulsing from how hard you were holding onto the strap of your bag, and you only briefly made eye contact with him.

“I was wondering…” Itadori’s tail twitched nervously and a lump began to form in his throat the longer he looked at you. You were just so cute it physically hurt him and all Itadori wanted to do was bundle you in his arms and nuzzle your fuzzy ears.

“I was wondering if you want to be partners for that project in class?” Seeing you flinch when he raised his hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, Itadori winced and tucked both hands behind his back.

“Uhm…” Worrying your lip, you took a look up and down the halls. There was a decent amount of people milling about, giving you a little more peace of mind. Even though Itadori was an arms length away he still took up a large portion in your field of vision.

“Y-you don’t have to give me an answer right now!” Putting both hands up in surrender, Itadori gasped as you stumbled back, clearly frightened by the sudden movement and his long claws. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m so sorry!”

Now he really felt bad. He scared you bad enough that you were pressed against the wall behind you, slightly crouched like you were ready to run away. Taking a generous step back, Itadori once again tucked his hands behind his back, idly grabbing onto the base of his tail as well.

“Can I give you an answer later?” You whispered, slowly coming to a full stand again.

“Of course! We actually have a few classes together later, so you can tell me then if you want.”

“Okay…”

“Itadori! M-my name is Itadori!” Blushing lightly as he told you his name, he watched you think it over.

“Okay Itadori.” Nodding curtly, you pressed your lips into a thin line and started to shuffle down the hall. “I’ll tell you later.”

“Bye!” Waving at your retreating form, Itadori felt a trickle of hope. Even if you didn’t say yes to being his partner, at least now you knew his name.

“Excuse me, Itadori?” Two classes later and you approached his desk, keeping a fair distance away.

“Yes?” Looking at you with hearts in his eyes, Itadori sent you a beaming smile with all his sharp teeth on display.

“Why do you want to be my partner?” The question was unexpected, at least for him, and his smile fell.

“Well I- I just thought it’d be nice?” Panicking as he saw confusion flash across your face, Itadori sat up a little straighter in his chair. “N-nice to get to know my fellow classmates! We’re in the same major, so why not get more acquainted?” Stretching his mouth into a tense smile, Itadori let out a breath the same time you did.

“That’s actually a relief. I thought you wanted to be my partner to make me do all the work.” He visibly watched your shoulders relax, the unease in your stance somewhat gone.

“No, never! I would never do that to you! In fact, I’ll do all the work if you want me to! Just say the word, (Y/N)!” Bolting up from his chair, Itadori slammed his hands on his desk. It was probably a good thing you weren’t close to him, you didn’t flinch as hard at his sudden movements.

“We can work on it together.” Laughing under your breath, Itadori’s chest tightened up at seeing a soft smile grace your face.

“So you’ll be my partner? For the project?” Nearly running around the room when you nodded, Itadori forced himself to take a deep breath instead. “That’s great!” His tail swayed happily from side to side, and Itadori had a silly smile on his face as he looked at you.

“So uh, I’m going to take my seat now.” You said slowly, unnerved by his unmoving smile. “But we should meet up later? To discuss what we’ll do for the project.”

“Good idea!” Ripping a piece of paper out of the corner of his notebook, Itadori scribbled his phone number down and held it out to you. “Text me anytime, I’ll answer!”

“Good to know.” Chuckling softly, you took the paper and Itadori swore he would never forget the way your fingers brushed against his. With one last final goodbye muttered under your breath you went to your seat.

Itadori watched you for the rest of class, just waiting to see you take out your phone and text him. He hadn’t seen you do anything with the paper he gave you except tuck it away into your pocket.

Keeping his phone clutched in his hand for the rest of the day, Itadori experienced the highest of highs whenever he got a notification, and then the lowest of lows when it turned out not to be you.

At seven pm, just after eating dinner, Itadori finally received the message he’d been waiting for all along.

(Unknown number): Hello, Itadori? It’s (Y/N) :)

(Itadori): HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU

He immediately cringed after sending the message. What kind of person replied like that to someone they’d just met?

(Y/N): I’m good lol I was wondering when you were free to meet up? I don’t have any classes tomorrow if you’re free

(Itadori): yes yes I’m free whenever tomorrow!

(Y/N): that’s great, how about we meet at the north library at 1?

(Itadori): I’ll be there!!

Itadori could hardly close his eyes let alone calm down enough to go to sleep that night. Much to the chagrin of his roommate Megumi, Itadori got up several times during the night to pace around the room and rummage through his closet to choose the perfect outfit.

He was nearly late meeting up with you, having properly gone to sleep just before 4am and sleeping through his alarm. Stumbling through his room, Itadori just barely remembered to grab his bag before he sprinted out of the room and to the library.

“(Y/N)!” Screaming your name as he got closer, he caught a lot of stares from people and from you.

“Did you run all the way here?” You asked, looking over his breathless, sweaty body nearly collapsing.

“Were you waiting long? I’m sorry I was late!” Fumbling to grab his phone, the time read 1:10pm.

“No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it!” Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Not only had he ran all the way here just to meet you, but he had made quite a scene while doing it. You were eager to get inside and away from all the people passing you by and looking curiously between the two of you.

“Let's...let’s go inside…” Itadori panted, light headed from the run but still making his way to open the door for you. Slumping into the first available seat at the first table he saw, Itadori let his dry, narrowed eyes look over you.

It was a warm spring day and you’d chosen the cutest outfit, one that showed off the speckles on your ears and skin. Itadori always liked them, likening them to his own tiger stripes on his ears and tail. He wanted to compare markings with you, trace a line with the dots on your body and learn more about them.

“Have you had a chance to go over the list of topics our professor gave? A few others have already chosen their topics, so we have to cross some out.” Pulling out the assignment, you showed Itadori the ones you’d crossed off and the ones you marked having interest in. Even your handwriting had Itadori wanting to coo at you.

“Whatever you pick is fine.” He replied dumbly, staring at the way you’d written your name on the top of your paper.

“You should have some say in what we choose!” You pushed back, slightly shaking your head.

“No, whatever you want is fine, I swear.” Looking up at you with rosy cheeks and a dry mouth, Itadori watched the gears turn in your head before you looked away and back to the paper.

“If you say so.” Shrugging your shoulders, you looked over the list more seriously before circling a topic and showing it back to him. “Is this one fine?”

“It’s perfect.” Just like you, Itadori almost said. Pulling out his laptop, Itadori put it between the two of you. “We can start researching and making a rough draft, I was actually looking some stuff up last night about the different topics.”

Not using a private browser last night was Itadori’s first mistake. His second mistake was opening Google with you right next to him, where you saw exactly what he’d been looking up during his sleepless night.

French lops, French lops with speckles, French lop ears, how do bunnies get speckles, what do rabbit hybrids like to do for fun, rabbit hybrid favorite food, favorite things to give rabbit hybrids, how to befriend rabbit hybrids, can prey and predator hybrids be friends, what to do if you’re a predator that has a crush on a rabbit hybrid-

Letting out an indistinguishable noise from the back of his throat, Itadori slammed his laptop closed. His face was bright red, not that you could see much of it because he had slammed his face into the table in shame.

Your soft giggle was immediately picked up by him, and Itadori nearly melted from the chair and onto the floor, dissolving into a puddle of nothing but embarrassment and regret. He thought about switching classes or switching majors entirely, anything to save him from having to face you again after this.

“All of my spots grew in by the time I was five, in case you were still curious, Itadori.” He actually was, almost more than he was last night. The internet had given him answers, but just as many questions he still wanted to ask you.

“Really?” Smooshing his cheek against the table, Itadori turned to look at you. You didn’t seem phased at all from what you’d seen, not if the small smile on your face was anything to go by.

“Mhmm.” Opening up his computer again, you took a brief glance at some of the questions he’d looked up. “And I’m assuming from your research you learned I’m a strict herbivore? My favorite type of food is fruit, mangoes and melons especially.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Still hanging his head low, Itadori pulled himself up from the table. He had wanted to get to know you more naturally, not have you find his obsessive search history.

“I want to! And It seems like you want to know, too!” Gesturing to the screen, you giggled when he hit his forehead against the table again. Patting him on the back for a few seconds revitalised him, the fact that you initiated physical contact enough to have him sitting straight in his chair again.

“I do, a lot! I’m really curious about-” Meeting your eyes for a second, Itadori screwed his eyes shut and forced the next words out of his mouth. “I’m really curious about you, (Y/N). I really want to get to know you more.” Nobara and Megumi were going to be so proud of him for finally saying those words to you. He’d been lamenting about wanting to befriend you for nearly two years, it was time to act on that desire.

“You can ask me any question, Itadori.” A soft warmth settled over your face and you tilted your head forward, blocking out your view of the world with your ears. Truth be told, you’d never had a predator show such genuine interest in you before, and it had your heart bumping hard against your ribs.

“My first question is: can we be friends, (Y/N)?” There wasn’t a doubt in Itadori’s mind that you hadn’t seen the last question he looked up, about having a crush on you. He almost wanted to address it, wanted to get his confession out of the way. But it wasn’t the right time or place, and there wasn’t a doubt in Itadori’s mind that if he confessed to you right now you wouldn’t reject him.

“What did your search say about that one? Is it possible for us to be friends?”

“100% possible.” Itadori said with no hesitation.

“Then yes, we can totally be friends.” There was a brief pause between the two of you, one filled by your nervous laughter and Itadori’s relieved sigh.

“Alright then friend, let’s get started on this project.”

Itadori tried his best to focus on the project, he really did. He typed up everything you said, bookmarked everything you wanted and even went back and forth between the stacks to get the books you needed for the project. But his mind was wrapped up in the new title of your relationship, and the greed he felt deep inside himself to make it something more romantic.

By the time you left the library it was well past five pm and the sun was already beginning to dip behind the campus buildings and to the horizon. Helping you clean and pack up, Itadori was astounded at the amount of time that passed; it barely felt like an hour had gone by.

“Man, I’m starving!” Itadori exclaimed as you left the library, throwing his head back and inhaling the fresh air.

“Me too.” You agreed, fatigued from all the work you’d just done and still needed to do.

“You wanna head to the dining hall together?”

“Sure.” Following his lead, you walked through campus. You still kept your distance from Itadori, not quite able to shed how nervous being around him made you, but with time he hoped it would come to pass. Someday, Itadori hoped to hold your hand in his.

Sitting down at a quiet table together, Itadori wasn’t sure how to make conversation with you now. At the library it was easy, there was the project he could talk about and keep a conversation going with that. But here, he was drawing blanks.

“So Itadori, what-”

“Yuji!” Just as you’d started to speak, the familiar voice of Nobara cut in all the way from across the dining hall. Both of you turned to see Nobara waltzing in with a big grin on her face and Megumi trailing after her.

“Oh god.” This was the one time he didn’t want his friends to come and sit with him. But there they were, already collecting food and coming to sit down at the table.

“Found you!” Nobara giggled behind her hand, her own tiger ears relaxing flat against her head.

“Yup, you did.” Speaking behind tight lips, Itadori took a glance at you. Megumi had taken the seat next to you and he easily dwarfed your smaller body. All of them did, it almost looked like you were a child among adults.

“Nice to see you again, (Y/N).” Making sure his large fluffy wolf tail wasn’t brushing against you, Megumi gave you a polite nod and you returned it.

“W-what?! You two know each other?” In all the time Itadori has been crying over you, he never knew of Megumi's connection to you.

“Yeah, Tsumiki and (Y/N) are roommates.”

“Really?” Itadori gasped loudly, exaggeratedly turning his back to you.

“Mhmm!” Picking up your utensils, you began to eat. “Having a wolf as a roommate was kind of scary at the beginning, but we get along great now!”

Itadori was floored. Positively flabbergasted. He could have gotten to know you this whole time by using the excuse of being Megumi’s roommate and best friend as a reason to drop by and ‘check in’ on Tsumiki and see you by extension.

Sending a sharp, pointed look to Megumi, Itadori began to eat in a huff. He would have to grill his friend later on why the connection was never brought up.

“Have you two been here long?” Nobara asked, tapping her long claws against the table.

“No, we just got here.” Your voice only sounded a little meek when you replied, only able to meet Nobara’s intense gaze for a moment before looking down at your plate again.

“Yeah, we just came from the library. We’re partners on a class project.” Mumbling childishly, Itadori snorted at the surprised looks on his friends faces.

“You are?” Nobara almost gasped. “Who asked who?”

“I asked.” Itadori raised his hand.

“And you agreed, (Y/N)? Just like that?”

“Well, not really.” Giggling softly behind your hand, you took a glance at Itadori. “I told him I’d think about it first. I know we’re all in university now and should be adults, but I still get so scared around predators, I needed to weigh my options.”

“Did Yuji say he’d do all the work?” Megumi chimed in.

“He did! It was pretty funny, I thought the desk was going to fall over.”

“Sounds like Yuji.” Snorting, Megumi gave Itadori a look before eating his food.

“Hold on, I still got a couple questions.” Rapidly tapping the table, Nobara flicked her fingers between you and Itadori.

“Can’t they wait until we’re done?” Itadori already had food stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks were bulging out quite a bit. You had also started to eat the mountain of vegetables on your plate.

“Alright, fine.” Heaving a sigh, Nobara grabbed the juice she’d gotten. “But don’t think I’ll forget!”

It was a blessing that Nobara ended up forgetting that she wanted to grill you and Itadori because there would have been no avoiding all the awkward questions she was sure to ask. As your meal progressed, she got onto the topic of beauty products for tiger hybrids and that was all that occupied her mind for a good while.

“(Y/N).” Catching you by the elbow as you walked out of the dining hall almost an hour and a half later, Itadori looked up at the dark sky. “Let me walk you to your dorm.”

“You don’t have to, I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way! Nobara and I can walk back together, we live in the same dorm.”

“Ha well, uh actually…” Scratching the back of her head, Nobara grabbed onto Megumi's sleeve. “Actually, Megumi and I are going to go to a…” Swatting him on the back, Nobara fell silent.

“My father sent Tsumiki and I some more things and I promised to give Nobara some old books.”

“Yup, books! Exactly! So you two walk together and we’ll see you later!” Grabbing onto the back of Megumi’s shirt, Nobara sprinted away, her orange and black tail the last thing you saw before she turned the corner.

“Let’s go, (Y/N).” Itadori tugged on your sleeve gently, bringing your focus back to him. Walking side by side, the night time didn’t seem as scary compared to if you had been alone. You generally tried to avoid being out alone at night, but with Itadori it felt like the sun was still high in the sky.

“Are you cold?” Itadori broke the silence that had settled over you.

“Huh?”

“You just shivered.” Right as he said that, another gust of wind went through the air and blew your ears back, making a strong shiver go up your spine. “Here.” Itadori was already taking off his thick hoodie and pushing it into your arms.

“But you’ll be cold!” Looking at the long sleeve he had on underneath, surely it couldn’t be enough to keep him warm.

“Nonsense, I’ll be fine. Put it on.” It was a miracle that Itadori hadn’t fallen onto the ground from how lightheaded he was. He had given you his hoodie in the spur of the moment and now his actions were catching up to him.

“Okay.” Giving him one last look, you put it on. Swimming in fabric and with the scent of Itadori all around you, it was truly a sight to behold. “How do I look?” You chuckled, trying to adjust the giant hoodie onto your body.

“You look good.” There was a high lilt to the end of his sentence, and Itadori slapped a hand over his face and turned his back to you. If he looked any longer, he would pass out from how cute you looked.

“Thanks Itadori, it’s really warm!”

“N-no problem.” He seriously couldn’t look at you, and seeing your sweater paws out of the corner of his eye had him tripping over his own feet. Thankfully and tragically, the walk to your dorm wasn’t too long, so Itadori didn’t have to deal with it for too long.

“Thanks for walking me back.” Giving him a smile, you began to take off the hoodie.

“K-keep it, keep it on.” Planting his hands on your shoulders, Itadori looked down at you. “I have a million, so just keep that one.” The mixture of your scent and his that was wafting up to his nose was going to be ingrained into his mind forever.

“Wow Itadori, you’re so nice! We should have become friends way sooner!” Patting him on the arm, you shuffled closer to the front door. “Text me when you get back to your dorm, okay?”

“I will!” Waving at you until you went inside, Itadori let out a breath he’d been holding in. The feel good chemicals in his brain were all flooding in at once; the day had gone from good, to great to perfect. Seeing you in his hoodie was one of the things Itadori had wanted for so long it hurt, and now that goal was finally reached.

His happiness turned to adrenaline, making his hands shake and body tremble from how excited he was to see you tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. He was so excited for the future that he ran all the way back to his dorm, letting out cheers and excited screams as he went.

(Itadori): made it to my dorm :)

(Y/N): have a good night!

(Itadori): you too! See you tomorrow!

Clutching his phone to his chest, Itadori threw open the door to his room and immediately made eye contact with Megumi.

“You!”

“Now let me explain-”

“Save it, wolfy! Tell me all about your relationship with (Y/N)!”

As days turned into weeks, Itadori noticed a subtle change in your demeanor around him. You slowly started to walk closer to him, sometimes close enough to occasionally brush shoulders. The fear that was so pungent before was now gone, only replaced with some unease whenever Itadori threw his hands around too much or chewed with his mouth open. All in all, Itadori felt like you could call him a true friend.

And what did friends do? Invite each other to parties of course! Being so personable and easy to get along with, it was only natural that Itadori got invited to a lot of events around campus, and he wanted you to join him.

Which is how you found yourself at probably the biggest party of the season, people pouring out of the doors and spilling into the yard around the university house chosen for this night.

“I’ve never been here before.” You mumbled to Itadori as you approached the house, flanked by Nobara and Megumi. Sure you’d been to parties before, but none this size.

“That’s okay, just stick by me!” Over the past few weeks the level of physical contact in your relationship with Itadori had risen high enough that he was able to put an arm around your shoulder and pull you a bit closer to him.

“Yeah (Y/N) we’ll make sure you have a good time!” Nobara chimed in, her words just a bit slurred. She had pregamed on the way to the party, the flask she kept offering you tucked snugly against her hip.

“Let’s find Maki and the others.” Fushiguro was the first to step into the house and take the lead on where to go. Pushing through the crowds of people for you, Itadori made sure you stayed close by his side.

Meeting up with Maki and a few other upperclassmen, you felt safe among the group. There was a plastic cup in your hand mixed with god knows what, the music was loud and overbearing, but you had been welcomed into the fray with open arms. No one looked twice at your floppy ears and tense body, they just launched into conversation like you’d always been there.

“G-gotta go bathroom.” Your words were slurring more than you expected after finishing your second cup of horribly mixed liquor. Standing away from the wall you’d been leaning against, the world was spinning.

“Need help?” Itadori held onto your elbow tightly, helping keep you stable.

“No.” Shaking your head slowly, you pushed him away. “I got this.”

“(Y/N), lemme show you where the bathroom is! I’ve been here like a million times!” Swooping in between you two, Nobara took confidently drunk steps with you under her arm.

“M’kay!” Giggling, you gave Itadori a wave and stumbled away with her.

“I’ll stay out here and keep guard!” She announced to not only you but to the people around you as well. Throwing open the door, you gave her a big thumbs up before slamming it closed and locking it.

Doing your business as quickly as possible, when you opened the door, Nobara was gone. You could hear her voice echoing throughout the house and when you turned a corner she was at the dining table playing beer pong and losing horribly.

Looking up and down the hall, you were at a loss at what to do. You didn’t remember the right way back to the group and Nobara was too ensconced in the drinking game she was a part of to be of any help.

Dragging your feet down the hall, you ended up at the front of the house, a far cry from where you wanted to be. There were so many people pushing past you to go deeper into the house, or yelling for others to come to them, some of them didn’t seem to care when they bumped you against the wall or nudged you a little too hard.

“Hey little bunny, you look a little lost.” You could smell the fox hybrid before you could see him appear before your eyes, cornering you against the wall as another wave of people walked by.

“I- no, I’m fine.” The lie was evident in your voice and he caught it right away.

“You sure? A little thing like you shouldn’t be all alone.” His voice was condescending, mocking you in plain sight. His soft red fur gleamed under the light of the house and while you would probably admire it from afar, now wasn’t the time.

Nodding instead of speaking, you looked down the hallway again. Surely someone would come looking for you and Nobara.

“Who’re you looking for, bunny? I could help you find them.” Leaning more into your space, the unnamed fox gave you a once over, flashing his teeth once he met your eyes. “Or maybe you were looking for me?”

“No.” The alcohol in your body was making it difficult to string together more than a few words or thoughts in your head, but you knew one thing for sure: you didn’t want to be around this guy anymore. The party was overwhelming enough as it was and adding him into the mix, a predator directly above you, was only making it worse.

“Aw, no need to be shy! All your dreams have come true!” Chuckling to himself, he grabbed onto your wrist. “Let’s go get you a drink, I’ll introduce you to some friends.”

“No.” You said a little louder, but he just ignored you. Trying to get your wrist free wasn’t working either and you quickly found yourself being dragged away from the wall. Digging your heels into the ground, you kept looking for a familiar flash of pink hair. “Itadori!” You shouted, voice mixing with the others in the air and hopefully travelling to the person it was intended for.

“You’re lookin’ for Itadori? Why, I know him! He’s my best friend, I’ll take you to him!” The fox hybrid sent you a sleazy grin, running his free hand through his hair.

“(Y/N).” A familiar heavy hand landed on your shoulder, preventing you from going anywhere.

“Who the hell are you?” The two men shared a sneer, sizing each other up. Finally getting your wrist free, you attached yourself to Itadori’s side.

“I’m their boyfriend. Now get lost.” Wrapping an arm around you, Itadori gave one last glare to the other man before turning and walking away. Getting you to the kitchen, he quickly got you a glass of water. “Drink this.”

“Thanks.” Downing it immediately, the growing tension in your body subsided just from having Itadori next to you.

“If anyone else gives you trouble, tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m in sports clubs with a lot of the people here, they’ll know who I am.”

“Thanks.” Repeating yourself like a fool, you were overcome with sudden emotion and hugged Itadori. Burrowing your face into his chest, you muttered thanks over and over.

“S’no problem.” He grunted. Itadori was glad you couldn’t see the bright blush on his face right now; he’d only dreamed about hugging you almost every second of the day. Hugging you back, he let his hand come up and stroke your ears and your fur was just as soft as he imagined it to be.

For the rest of the night, Itadori was like your second shadow. He made sure you didn’t drink anymore alcohol, filling you up with water and snacks until you were as sober as he was. He also introduced himself as your boyfriend whenever the need arose, like constantly shouting ‘boyfriend coming through’ as he pushed through crowds for you.

“I hope you had fun, (Y/N).” Itadori said at the end of the night with Nobara passed out drunk being carried on his back.

“I did!” It was nice to meet some upperclassmen, a couple you learned were in your major as well. Fushiguro was walking with them a few feet in front of you, talking animatedly to them.

“That’s good. I was worried that the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing was making you uncomfortable.” A bashful blush coated Itadori’s face as he gave you a sideways glance. Your own cheeks got warmer as well.

“I uh, I kind of liked it.” You said quietly, hoping that he wouldn’t catch it.

“You did?” Of course he heard it. Stopping in his tracks, Itadori’s mouth hung open slightly. Biting his lip, Itadori checked to make sure Nobara was truly out before speaking again. “Well then, can we maybe make it official?”

Maybe it was the lingering energy from the party that was giving him the confidence to ask or maybe Itadori had finally lost it, either way there was no backtracking from what he had just said. Taking your lack of immediate answer as skepticism, Itadori quickly spoke up again.

“If you want, I can take you out on a proper date first! Truthfully I already have everything planned in my head, I’ve wanted to take you out on a date for a while now. B-but you don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just- I want you to give us a chance, but don’t feel pressured to say yes!”

His face was completely flushed, adrenaline pumping through his body. Whether you said yes or no, Itadori was just glad to have finally gotten it off his chest.

“I want to go on a date with you too.” You smiled gently at Itadori, playing with your fingers nervously. “I just have one question.”

“Yes?”

“Did you also Google best first dates to take a rabbit hybrid on?”

“(Y/N)!” Laughing breathlessly, Itadori felt the tension in his body release.

“It’s a fair question!” Laughing along with him, you started to walk down the street again.

“For your information, no I didn’t look that up.” A comfortable silence settled over you as the laughter died down. As soon as Itadori could get a second alone with you, he would. There was actually a lot to discuss for the date that he’d been planning since the first year of university.

“Mmmm…” Nobara groaned and both of you looked at her curiously.

“Nobara? Are you awake?” You asked, brushing the hair from her forehead.

“Kiss...kiss each other.” Her words just barely made sense and Itadori nearly dropped her once he made sense of what she’d said.

“Go back to sleep!” He shouted, nudging her with his shoulder. The blush that had managed to subdue itself was now back tenfold.

“We’ll kiss each other later, Nobara.” You added, fixing her hair and letting her relax onto Itadori again.

“Promise?” She sighed.

“Promise?” Itadori echoed.

“Yeah, I promise.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #itadori yuji #yuji itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #hybrid au

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messrmoonyy · 3 years

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favourite remadora headcannons? and maybe favourite teddy headcannons?

Ima sucker for all the overused ones lmao.

- Remus being the only person that can call her Nymphadora without her throwing a fit. She actually kind of likes how he says it

- the majority of remus’ cardigans and jumpers finding their way ‘mysteriously’ into Doras wardrobe over time

- Dora having a charmed necklace of the moon that shifts with the moons cycle so she never misses a full moon

- Dora having a mild obsession with kissing Remus hands. To remind him she’s not afraid of him, even having seen them spout claws.

- absolutely every member of the order caught them snogging at least once. They’re insatiable I stg

- moody giving Remus ‘ the dad talk ‘ when he finds out about them and warning him not to hurt Dora.

- Remus developing almost a sixth sense for when she was about to trip or drop something and diving in to catch her/it before Dora had even realised herself.

- their first meeting she absolutely tripped over the umbrella stand onto him. Idc if it’s overused. It happened. It’s canon. There’s no other option. That’s what happened. That’s how they met

- Remus likes watching her sleep because her hair reflects her dreams and he thinks she’s absolutely magnificent that she can create such beautiful magic even in her sleep

- they never really had many dates. But Remus kept little things from anytime they did something ‘normal’ together. A napkin from the cafe where they went for coffee one morning. A leaf she’d had stuck in her when she’d tried to help him tackle the garden at grimmauld place.

- Remus keeping a picture of her on him when he went undercover in the werewolf camps.

- Dora learning to brew Remus’ wolfsbane potion

as for teddy I absolutely love the Hc that he becomes very close with Bill as he grows up. Teddy is incredibly smart like his parents and he senses the Wolf in Bill and it reminds him of his dad.

- teddy, no matter what colour he decides to have his hair each day , always having one stripe of pink and one brown hidden at the back. To keep his parents close at all times.

- teddy goes to work for the ministry, ensuring the better treatment of werewolves.

- teddy being passed down Doras moon necklace and never taking it off.

- teddy talking to the full moon as if he were speaking to Remus.

#i got carried away #ask #remus lupin #nymphadora tonks #remadora #harry potter #teddy lupin

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zealous-whispers-of-us-redux · 3 years

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someplace new

Summary: "There's a whole world out there for us! There are cold and shallow seas! There are deep seas with strange creatures and seas with mounds of earth that spit out water! There are huge coral reefs and fish of all colors and seas with the bones of enormous ships lying in the sand!"

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She was not a friendly creature, Bucky thought of the siren he had recently acquainted himself with. She preferred to spend her days swimming and singing her song for any human that she could entrap. She could dive into deeper waters than Bucky, who hated her whenever she left him alone for even a moment. Mer were never alone, and it was a difficult adjustment for Bucky. He was used to sleeping next to his brothers or hunting with his father. His The siren preferred to hunt alone, and whenever Bucky tried to sleep next to her, she would wiggle away. Touching was a different issue altogether. She swam away anytime that Bucky would even brush against her. That was difficult too. Bucky was used to touch and being touched by his pod mates. It must have been a lonely life to be a siren. Although she sure was a remarkable thing, Bucky couldn't deny that. The lights that glowed from her at nighttime drew him in, and he was beginning to see why it was easy for human males to fall under her spell. She was beautiful in a terrifying way that thrilled Bucky to his very being. Her claws and teeth were much sharper than his, and her tailfin moved like that of a shark. Her eyes were too big for her pretty face. She rarely spoke, but when she did, Bucky yearned.

They had been together for two months now. Bucky was unable to leave her nor coax her to come with him back to his pod. She was continuing to starve; he could see it. Fish didn't satiate her in the way they did him. Bucky's worry rapidly increased day by day as he watched her grown gaunt, and her skin turned hazy blue rather than silvery grey.

"You okay?" he asked her one night as she swam underneath him, singing in frustration.

"No," she said.

"Will ya come back up for a minute? I wanna talk to you about somethin.'"

"No."

"Just for a sec. Please, my pretty one?" Bucky whined. "I miss ya."

"I am hunting."

"It's been two tides. You've been swimmin' down there in the dark for ages."

He heard her sigh:

"I will be up soon."

After that, Bucky heard no more from her. He floated aimlessly amongst a school of bluefish tuna as he waited, rehearsing what he would say once she was next to him again. He was going to propose that they move to a new destination. A destination where Bucky was sure humans would be more readily available for her consumption. He knew of a great many places in the seas of the world where no siren had ever been spotted. The humans of this area knew of something evil that lurked in the waters around their town. They'd heard her calls, saw the blood in the water, mourned those that became her victims. She had been here too long, and the humans were growing more innovative every day. Once they moved on, Bucky was sure she would find willing prey.

It seemed to take her ages to swim upwards. Bright pinpricks of white light were what finally caught Bucky's attention. He waited as she rose through the water, her tail swishing lazily. Once in a brighter part of the water, she opened her eyes, squinting as she tried to adjust. Like most deep-sea creatures, she had no use for eyes. Unlike most deep-sea creatures, however, she had the distinct advantage of having them and the ability to keep them closed unconsciously in some way that Bucky didn't know. It was daytime, and Bucky watched as her lights dimmed and flickered under the weak sunlight. As soon as she was near enough, Bucky swam straight through the school of tuna to meet her.

"Anythin'?" he asked.

"No," she said. Her skin looked bluer than ever.

Bucky took a deep breath. "So, I was thinking, and you can tell me to back off if I'm bein' dumb, but I was thinkin' that you're starvin.' It's been weeks since you've had a decent meal an' months since you've even caught a human, which isn't your fault. I just think they know what hangs out around here, an' I know that other sirens have other territories around this area, so I was thinkin' what if we went somewhere else?"

"Somewhere else?"

"Yeah, not this spot, not even this sea."

She looked confused. "There are other seas?"

"Oh," he said because he wasn't expecting her not to know. "Yeah, there are plenty. There's a whole other world out there."

"I have never been anywhere else."

"Would ya like to?"

"I do not know."

Bucky held out his hand. "Will you come with me?"

She went quiet, thinking about his offer for so long that Bucky became restless again. (Mer, unlike sirens, were very impatient creatures). He flicked his tail in irritation, trying to get her to hurry up. Finally, she agreed.

"Yes," she said.

Overwhelmed with delight, Bucky did several unique spins, flipping his hair and showing off his tail in a futile attempt to impress her. She watched him impassively. She was either oblivious or unconcerned with his courtship display; Bucky could not tell which. But no matter. He was taking her away from this place, and they'd live together for the rest of their days! He'd find her shiny things and make a permanent home for her on a bed of the softest kelp, and the warmest sand Bucky could find! Then when the time was right, he would offer her his shell, and they would mate under the golden light of the sun! It was bliss.

"Where are we going?" she asked as they began to swim.

"Anywhere we want! We got a whole world to explore! There are cold seas, shallow and deep seas, and seas with huge mounds of earth that spit out the hottest water! There are huge coral reefs and fish of all colors! There are seas with the bones of enormous ships lying in the sand too!" Bucky said excitedly. "Where d'you wanna go first?"

"Wherever there are humans."

"There are humans everywhere."

"Then it is your choice."

"There is a sea that mer call inhospitable 'cause, we say, the deeper you go, the harder it is to breathe. There are fragments of ships down at the bottom."

Bucky observed her, noticing as some feeling or thought he had never seen before appeared in her eyes. Then, much to his surprise, she smiled. Her lips twisted strangely around her teeth like she had forgotten how to do it, but it was, indeed, a smile. Bucky should have been petrified at how many deadly teeth she seemed to possess, but he wasn't. She was stunning, and Bucky reveled at the sight of her. He itched to get her into a cave, just the two of them. He would bring her shiny things, and she would look at him the way she was now.

"The ships," she said decisively, noticing how strange she sounded.

She realized that this was the first decision (that had nothing to do with hunting) she had made in a while. It made her feel wrong in a way that she could not explain. She wanted to see other places. She was curious, but why was she feeling that way? Was the sway of this beautiful mer already getting to her? Impulsively, as though her body was not her own, she brushed her hand against his just as he did when they first met. She felt his eyes on her but kept hers straight ahead, determined not to look at him. Their hands were still touching, and then he coiled his fingers around hers.

"The water over there is much colder," Bucky said softly, not wanting to scare her with his voice and have her pull her hand away. "An' the salinity is a bit different. Just let me know if you feel weird or anythin', alright?"

"Yes," she answered. Her hand stayed in Bucky's hand. "How long?"

"Few days. I can't swim as fast as you."

She nodded, saying nothing, which was how they spent the next three hours. Bucky continued prattling on, pointing out this thing and that thing. He told her about his little sister Rebecca and his best friends, Steve and Sam. He regaled her in fantastic stories of their adventures and misdeeds in protecting the pod. Mer tended to embellish such tales, and Bucky was no exception as he crafted a story about him fighting off a giant sea monster single-handedly. As he told the tale, he noticed her looking at him dubiously.

"What?" Bucky asked.

"Such a creature cannot exist," she said.

"A Cthulu can't exist?"

"Yes. A creature shaped like a human and an octopus, with the wings of a dragon? What is a dragon, anyway?" she asked.

That was the longest string of words she had said to Bucky in days. He was elated.

"A huge, serpent-like creature that spits fire," he said.

"No creature that lives can breathe fire."

"Humans say we don't exist," Bucky said. "Are ya callin' me a liar?"

She shrugged. "I am not sure what that means."

"Fine, fine, you got me. It was a giant squid."

"I see."

"I did get suckered pretty hard, though," said Bucky, puffing out his chest in pride. "I got the scars to prove it. Ma was scared when I came back all bloody."

"Ma?" she asked.

"My mother."

"You have a mother?"

Bucky nodded. "'Course, everything does."

"I do not."

"But you had one once, right?"

"Once."

"What was she like?" Bucky asked eagerly.

Her lips parted, and she took a deep breath.

"She… She tried to protect me from the human men at first. But they took what they wanted from me and left me to drown. I remember dying and hearing her tell me to be brave and believe in the sea. The Gods blessed me, and I was reborn."

"Oh, I- I had no idea; I'm so sorry I brought it up," Bucky stammered, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. His poor, sweet siren. She had been through so much.

"I do not remember her."

Again, they drifted into silence. Bucky was upset when she slid her hand from his and began drifting downward into deeper water, where he could not follow. He wanted to beg for her to come back. He didn't mean to talk about such things; he had simply been eager to hear more about her! Knowing what he knew now, he felt anger wash over him. How dare those raiders act that way? What kind of creatures were the humans that did such awful things? Despicable is what they were! They were nothing more than- than- phytoplankton! Small, insignificant cowards that did not care who they hurt! Damn them!

"Are those men still alive?" he spat angrily.

"I killed them," she replied from underneath him.

"I'd kill their descendants if I could."

"Why?"

"Whaddya mean why? Nothin' hurts you! Anythin' hurts you again; you tell me an' I'll kill it, you hear me?" Bucky snarled.

From the deep, she began to sing. It was a new song, one Bucky had never heard from her, and he stopped his ranting to listen. It washed over him, replacing the anger with quiet peace, and oh. She was reassuring him in the best way that she knew how. Warmth bloomed in Bucky's chest, and he felt his face heating for an entirely different reason. She was trying to thank him. He wondered if she knew it too. Bucky smiled, glancing below him to watch as she rose back up to join him.

She continued to sing, taking his hand once again. Once her song was over, and without even thinking about it, Bucky thrust his hand into the pouch tied around his waist.

"Here," he said, shoving his mating shell into her hand, his belly reddening.

"What for?"

Bucky froze, scrambling for a false explanation. Because, just his luck, she had no idea what he had been trying to convey to her. He was too embarrassed to tell her the truth. It hadn't even been three months, and he was already prepared to settle down with her!

"Er, uh, w-well, I told ya that a pretty thing needs pretty things, right? I, uh, I found it an' thought you, er, deserved it? Yeah, I thought you deserved it."

"It is very shiny. Thank you, Bucky."

She rarely said his name. Bucky had fallen hard if only hearing her say his damn name was driving him nuts. He could feel his stomach heating the longer she looked at him. He wiggled a little bit at her stare. She raised a confused eyebrow, looking like she wanted to ask questions Bucky wasn't ready to answer. Instead, he lifted her hand to his lips, flipped it over, and kissed her palm. They both stopped swimming.

"Oh," she said. "A kiss? "

"Mhm," said Bucky, boldly wrapping his tail around hers. "A kiss."

"May I give one back?"

"Please."

She lifted Bucky's hand to her lips and pressed her mouth to the back of it. Her teeth bit into his skin. Bucky winced.

"No, like this, with no teeth," he explained kindly, showing her.

She curled her lips entirely over her teeth and mashed her mouth against Bucky's hand.

"No, not quite. Tilt your head a little an' put your lips like this, see?" said Bucky.

With immense concentration, she tilted her head and fixed her lips, kissing Bucky just right. He couldn't help the shiver that raced down his spine, even though the kiss was only on his hand.

"Good," he said weakly. "Perfect. "

"I am hungry." She was unruffled.

"Wait! Usually, a kiss is on the mouth, remember?"

Bucky's tail tightened around hers, and he pressed their chests together. His hand darted out, and he tenderly cupped her cheek, being careful of her lure. Her skin was hard as a handful of gold coins and twice as beautiful. He watched as she followed his lead, hesitant in her motions.

She wasn't used to touching, but she didn't mind it so much when it was this mer. His skin was soft where she touched his cheek and pressed her thumb into the divet in his chin. She knew her flesh was hard, and she wondered if he hated the feeling of it. Before she could pull away, Bucky kissed her. She stiffened before she relaxed under his lips, following his lead until she felt warm from head to tailfin.

Bucky wasn't faring much better. He was glad that the water was cold and that her attention was somewhere else because his belly was so warm that he was sure it was flashing a bright red. He made a soft noise and melted in her arms. She was a swift learner, the smart thing that she was. Bucky nibbled at her bottom lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He found out quite quickly that, just like a shark, she did not have a tongue. It was a strange sensation, kissing a creature without a tongue in her mouth, but Bucky quickly got used to it. He found out that she liked to nip when she caught his tongue between her sharp teeth. Bucky groaned, winding his arms around her and biting her back. Eventually, they broke apart and looked at each other.

"Wow," said Bucky, swooning.

"A kiss, yes?" she asked.

"Yeah. Yes, that was a kiss. Goddamn, you learn fast."

He hadn't let her go. He couldn't let her go, not after that. She was already free of his embrace, although she kept hold of his hand, which was a start.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, sounding nervous.

Confused, Bucky nodded.

"Can I help?"

"Yes," she agreed, tugging him behind her. "Come. "

Following right behind her, Bucky became lost in thought. He may have acted rashly by giving her his shell, but now he was confident that she was the one for him. Still, he had no idea how even to broach such a topic. Did she know what mating was? Was she willing to spend the rest of her days with him? He thought it was not the best time to ask and instead followed behind her, eager to watch her in action.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mermaid au #fluff #merman!bucky #siren!reader

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rodeoxqueen · 3 years

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Hi! I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do hc’s of like the dmc boys as Mafia bosses and what would it be like dating them??? Thank you! 🙏🏼

Howdy,

Only did Dante and Vergil’s. I don’t know too much about them mafia leaders, got enough work lassoing them wanted outlaws on my side of town.

If you want a good reference of mafia Dante and Vergil, I’d recommend you check out @cssmuse ‘s drawings of Dante and Vergil wearing suits.

-Rodeo

Dante

Before meeting Dante, you meet Tony Redgrave first. A charming man with a family business, a cozy Italian restaurant in the city.

However, it’s a cover for all the money-making crimes he commits heavy-handedly.

He’s a natural at reading people. He’s a walking lie detector. Good luck trying to f*ck him over a deal when making business with him in the underground.

Dante is like Reggie Kray, the twin mobster to Ronnie Kray who were notorious in England.

He decides to court you, flirting heavy-handedly and taking you on nice dates. He never lets you touch the check.

While next to you at a nice bar, he smiles off-sightedly at the in-disguise private investigator sitting a few tables away.

You get expensive flowers delivered to you every day, richly colored and freshly imported from Denmark.

Dante is a regular around bars and other dives, but he hasn’t brought another person with him ever. Not since you. You quickly become the talk of the underground, his love interest with starry eyes and clean hands.

Dante is a dangerous and careless man. He doesn’t leave evidence around because he’s an idiot, he does it because he knows no one can do anything to him anyway.

This man doesn’t need backup, but his enemies do. He likes to do the dirty work more than you think. With Ebony and Ivory, he walks into confrontation with his Beowulf brass knuckles on his hands.

He tries so hard to keep his real identity and reputation away from you until eventually, it catches up to him. He needs to tell you.

“Tony Redgrave died decades ago,” Dante says. The infamous Dante Sparda, the Twin Terror, stares at you with his true self revealed.

“But Dante Sparda has been using his name for the last forty-odd years.”

He only tells you once he knows you won’t leave in disgust, but he still has that crawling thought that you will. When you truly don’t, it’s a breath of relief.

He’s a stubborn man and he’s raised from violence. He’ll break a man’s face in and hold you tenderly with the same hands.

Dante always has an arm around you or a hand on the small of your back. He likes to show you off, dressed in his favorite red shades and shining rings.

He never wants you to get into his business, he would much rather have you “sit there and look nice” rather than participate in crime with him. It’s easier for him if you don’t get that involved.

Dante would get thrown into the slammer sometimes for a petty charge. He gets offered a phone call and he will never ever spend it well.

“You got one phone call, inmate,” Dante smirks at the guard, dialing a familiar number.

“Devil May Cry?”

“Is your refrigerator running?”

“Goddamit Dante, are you in jail again?”

“You know it, nephew.”

“(Y/N) is going to tear you a new one.”

“Oh, I know. Bail me out?”

“FINE.”

He loves you a lot, he never wants to see you behind bars because you loved him and got looped into his crimes. Even though you’re rather entwined in a relationship with him, there are times when he pulls away and you have to return him to you.

“I’m not a good man. You know that.”

“I’m not a good person for sticking around with you. But maybe that’s why we should be together. If we’re both going to Hell, I’m going down with you.” Dante’s hands wrap around your frame and he hugs your tightly.

All empires fall. When Dante takes that plight to damnation, he’s got your blessing- lipstick kisses all along his jugular.

Vergil

He’s the Ronnie Kray To Dante’s Reggie Kray; the colder twin with little trust for others.

Unlike Dante, Vergil treads quietly up the underworld’s ranks. He’s extremely difficult to approach and impossible to reason with. He will not let you get the better end of the deal without being at the sharper side of his sword.

Vergil wears the same styled suit all the time. It isn’t until he undresses when you discover he’s covered in tattoos.

He doesn’t want to see you killed or used against him as a pawn. He’s incredibly overprotective and even the slightest chance of someone endangering you ends with them being dead in the gutter.

Vergil is busy all the time but every night, he sheds his sins to be with you. He’ll be gone in the early morning, a feeling of cold lips grazing your cheek before he leaves.

Vergil works with Dante in their now-shared crime syndicate, although he is not one for fake identities. He’d much rather be known to the criminal underbelly only. Finding him and falling for him is a very very rare situation.

While people beg for their lives, he sits in his seat with his hand resting on his face, a silver band on his ring finger. Lately, anyone who dares to put their hands on you sees that new shining ring before they die, Vergil’s cold eyes watching their end.

Vergil goes shopping with you, once in a blue moon, to make you feel better. Someone made you upset and he beat them to an inch of their life before taking you to the finest establishments. He thinks you do not know what he has done, but the single fleck of red on his collar tells you enough.

He’s so stuck in his pursuit of power and sometimes it scares him that he’s attached to you. It distracts him and he hates distractions. He says this yet a single glance of you diverges his mind away from his throne, and he indulges upon it heavily.

Despite his avoidance of flashy appearances, he makes sure you are adorned with the finest clothes. He takes good care of you, and you take good care of him. He dislikes social outings but takes you with him when his brother forces him. You are his star jewel, the blue dragon clutching you gently between his claws. With this dangerous man, the crowd parts for you.

Dante and him butt heads often. Dante wants alliances but Vergil wants to monopolize. Debates end with bloody noses and disheveled suits as the twin terrors fight anytime and anywhere.

“Goodness, you should stop them.” A patron asks of you as Dante and Vergil throw gut punches and right hooks. You sip a drink.

“It’s just business.”

Dates are sparse but lavish. A simple dinner with the two of you, where you discuss everything but what Vergil does every day. With you, he’s just a dry-humored man who likes classical music and poetry.

Vergil isn’t like his brother, who deals with law enforcement all the time. Vergil has to deal with rival mafia leaders trying to one-up his empire.

“All things end. This won’t be forever, this life.”

“I’ll spend forever with you anyways.”

“You’d be a fool.”

“I’m your fool.”

“And I you.”

#rodeo has only mafia knowledge of the Kray Twins from Legend 2015 #dante x reader #gender neutral reader #dante imagine #dante sparda #dante headcanons #vergil x reader #vergil sparda #vergil imagine #vergil headcanons #devil may cry #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry headcanons #mafia au #devil may cry au

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester: Words Come True

Pairing: Dean W. x Blogger!Fem!Reader

Pov: Deans

Warnings: Caught, blogging, horrible back story, smut stories, phone time, inner thoughts, eager feelings, SMUT

Summary: Blogging was nice, but what happens when you start to tap into your unknown love for your best friend Dean.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master List

Dean Winchester Master List

Ding

My phone goes off, as I get a notification from one of my favorite bloggers. Her pieces are always so intense like she's really going through all of this. All of this I mean by what she writes.

Her blog I found one night. I was scrolling through a random platform. When her name popped through the screen and got stuck in my mind.

According to her blog, she writes about her dreams, things she goes through with living with two adults, childish men. She tells her story of how she's in love, but she can't man up to tell the person she is in love with.

Her story had me wanting to know more about her. Her story starts off sad, her parents both dying in a car crash. Her horrible transition into new and different homes. And before she knew it, she was eighteen and being kicked out.

As an adult, she says she lives a boring life. Or at least that is what she calls it in her blog. She talks maybe I should call it rants about her life.

It's for anyone and everyone to see, but I feel like sometimes it's only meant for me to see. Only meant for my eyes, and to make me feel a certain way.

Her blogs name funny enough is HunterCore. Maybe that's why her name was so stuck in my mind. This week's blogs are about the latest dreams she's had.

This is what it reads; "I feel as though I should put a warning before going any further in my blog today. Last night I had the best dream a girl can have. I had wild, wild sex with the guy that I wish would notice me, that I wish sometimes would look at me like I look at him. the same guy that I literally fawn over anytime he is anywhere close to me. But regardless of my wishes sometimes they come true in my dreams."

I read further, damn her life definitely doesn't seem boring now. How could it, she's having dreams about the love of her life. Maybe the reason I'm so drawn to this is that every time I see Y/n this is who I think of. Y/n has never really said anything to Sam and me about finding that perfect guy. But I see her longing stares at me when I flirt with the barmaid, or the cheeky girl at the police station when we go on hunts.

I wonder what she would say if this was her writing. I wonder if she'd write about her shitty life with two annoying ass brothers who take her on wild hunts and have absolutely ruined her life.

But I digress, I continued my reading through Huntercores blog. "His freckled face stares at my exposed body. His arms are taut and strong around my waist as he leans in and gives me a kiss. A strong passionate one. The ones that drive you to be insane when you don't get enough of them. He nips at my bottom lips asking gently but dominantly for entrance. I whine and open my lips for him. His sweet, wet tongue dives into my mouth fighting me but winning easily."

By the time I've finished the first half of her blog post for the week. My cheeks are warm to the touch. I wonder if Y/n has dreams like this about... well it doesn't about who, but I still wonder if she has dreams like this. The sort of dreams that shakes you to your core.

I press on eyeing the next line in her post. Huntercore has no shame, but I guess that's great for her and me. "His grasp on my waist becomes bruise-worthy but I love when he leaves bruises all over my body. It's the little reminders he was there when he gets up and leaves me the next morning. He shoves me up into the cinderblock wall of his bedroom. Leaving my now red and bruised lips and traveling down my neck, he's got too many clothes on I try to claw and take off his much too many layers of flannel but he doesn't let me pinning my arms above my head and suck and lingering around my neck for the next few moments."

Holy shit, she talking about her lover like nobody else reads this. This is her personal diary that anyone can read. "He doesn't mind my stretch marks that are on my thighs or on the sides of my breasts, he likes them, I should correct myself. He loves how my breasts fill his hands as he tugs and massages my breasts in his large calloused hands. I want to moan, I need to moan. Before I know it he's got me spread out on the memory foam mattress, my legs open wide for him to see me in all my glory."

Holy shit. This is raw ass fucking material. It's got me getting rosy cheeks and a hard-on. But for now, I don't bother with the bothering issue at hand, if I have to I'll watch some porn, but for now, I have to continue. I'm wrapped up in the smuttiness of the story she's got going on.

"I whine as he strips himself of his layers of shirts. Grabbing the belts and flinging it somewhere in his room, the metal hitting the floor sending a few shivers down my spine. His toned stomach stares down at me. His boxers are the only thing left concealing him from me, and my gawking eyes. He's got no idea how his bowed legs look without his dirty jeans on. He's the devil right now, and frankly, I don't mind it one bit. He lowers himself to his knees pulling me by my ankles to the edge of the queen-size bed. Speaking in his rough voice, 'Look at you sweetheart. I bet I wouldn't even have to prep you. You've got a lake down here. Do I do that to you, honey?' He says blowing gently on my exposed wetness. The goosebumps rise all over my body."

This guy is a damn legend in my book. I press on scrolling a little on my screen. "Before I have a chance to answer he's nose deep in, licks and sucking at my clit. And every chance he's got he's looking up at me through long lashes. I can feel the naughty smirk on his face. Nothing more excites me than when he teases my entrance with his dominant tongue. I moan and reach down tugging at the short dirty blonde hairs. I buck at the sudden grunts he's throwing out. He gets me so close to the point where I feel like breathing isn't possible anymore, and then all of a sudden he's gone. The cold air surrounding us is gone, and hitting my soaked thighs. 'I don't think I have to ask, but I will anyways sweetheart. Do you want me?' He says he's hovering over me at this point his warm chest leaning up against my breasts. 'Answer me sweet thing.' He taunts. I moan as one of his hands wraps itself gently around my taut nipple and tugs. 'Yes, I want you.' It's quick and breathy but I've said it. 'And where do you want me Y/n?' He asks pulling more on my nipple. I'm at his utter whim."

Do dreams really only last a few seconds long? I wonder to myself continuing my read. "He's teasing me, but I answer as my resolve is going to leave me a mess in only a few seconds. 'I want... I want you inside me, now right now!' I feel like I'm screaming at the top of my lungs but I know that I'm barely getting it out quick enough. 'Aw is that so, well sweetheart your wish is my command.' He says stepping out of his boxers and teasing my wet slit with the head of his cock. Is it weird to say a cock is beautiful? because truly his is. Pressing forward he slips in like a glove. It's tight but he loves that about me. He groans at my tightness, pulling back and pushing forward. The cycle repeats itself as it always as. His lips hover over mine making no effort to really touch mine. His left hand is grasping tightly onto my tit squeezing, his right hand is sitting tapping on my clit pushing me closer and closer to my ultimate goal. My moans become sloppier and whiner, he's reveling in the fact that he's gotten me this close this quickly."

I pause as I hear Y/n walk gently down the small hallways of the bunker. Sitting in the library at two in the morning while reading this I had thought was a good idea but I guess not. I've got only a few more words left, do I restart so I can hopefully complete this before Y/n ever makes it in here.

"He grunts and rubs faster at my clit 'God Y/n you. you're so tight and yet I feel like you were just meant for me and me alone.' When it first hits me it's so fucking strong. It's got the breath being blown out of my chest. I squeeze him and he groans at my action 'Oh Dean Please go faster pleased.' I beg and he continues to push and pull out of me helping me through my high, and not too soon later, he pushed himself through his own high. His large body collapsing on top of my body. It's a welcome weight though. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, my chest fills with as much air as possible before collapsing and sucking in more."

Wow, I shake my head. Pushing my nasty, and dirty thought aside for right now. "Hey Dean, what are you doing up?" Y/n asks walking into the library, her legs exposed due to her sleep shorts. Her hair is thrown up into a messy bun at the top of her skull, and her reading glasses are on her round face. "You know, just I'm just doing a few things on my phone couldn't sleep that's all." I stutter out. It's all a lie, right now I'm thinking of everything I just read and doing that to Y/n's body, her exposed skin sending me into this odd feeling, the shirt she's wearing isn't helping either. In my old t-shirt, her breasts can be seen under the old fabric.

She takes a seat across from me, grabbing a book from the basket something Sammy had done long ago. I pause, rereading the last section I had just read, 'Dean'. No way that this is about me, no way the only... I'm thinking, but why when I know that girl who is writing this right in front of me.

I decide then I'll add a comment. I scroll to the bottom of the page, clicking the comment bar.

BelladonaBoy: "This was one hell of a dream, I hope you get to finally admit your strong feelings for this 'Dean' guy. I bet he'd loved to know." I comment, and within seconds there's a ping in the quiet library, Y/n sets her book down and fetches her phone from her back pocket.

Her eyes scan the screen, and then her eyes flicker to me. Then back down. There are a few clicks and taps on her side of the table. And a small ding hits my phone it's a reply to my comment.

HunterCore: You know you might be right, and the funny thing is he's right in front of me Maybe today is just my lucky day.

I smirk, biting my lips. "Yeah, maybe today is your lucky day Y/n," I say under my breath, winking at her across the table. "What?" She's quick to answer, "Oh nothing Y/n." A pregnant pause looms over the two of us, speaking up and cutting the odd tense that has fallen over us.

"I've been on the internet for a while now. I just came across this blogger, her tag name Hunter.. Huntercore I think? She's awesome, but damn the newest blog is a gem." I say cocky, Y/n mouth left gaping open, "You know I think, I think she might have used the real dude's name in her blog today, a guy named Dean I think." I wink.

"I umm I've never, I don't know." She tries, "It's okay Y/n, I should have known that longing looks at me when I'd flirt, or how you go from being happy to piss at the bars. I just should've known, but now sweetheart, now I know." I said getting up from the library chair.

"We really gotta try the mind-bending sex you keep writing about in your blog miss Huntercore," I say walking around the table and stopping next to her. She's got puppy doe eyes, and her hands are trembling, "There's no need to be anxious, I'll keep you entertained for weeks, and I bet I'll find another post in a few weeks talking about me and you." I said grabbing Y/n's hand gently and tugging her in my direction.

"Oh, God." She mutters letting me drag her wherever. "Nope just good ol' Dean Winchester." Smirking as I press my lips into her for the first time. She melts into me, 'yeah she's mine.'

Completed on: 07/24/2021

Posted on: 07/28/2021

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wildlyglittering · 3 years

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A Love for all Seasons Part 1 (Winter)

I said that I would write a piece for Nessian Month to be posted each Sunday so here is the first!

I’d hoped to have this up earlier but hey ho. I ended up scrapping 8,000 words of something that I’d previously done and re-wrote this in a day. It’s barely edited so I can only apologise for dubious quality and numerous spelling errors.

I asked for prompt requests and this one is based on ‘modern au, Nesta as a ballerina.’ You’ll probably see that it’s not entirely modern au because I just can’t write modern au - sorry!

I’ve decided to link all 4 prompts received together as a 4 part series. Not all other sections will be as long as this one. Probably. I mean, I’ve not written them yet so....

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Velaris at Solmas was a magical time and Nesta wasn’t thinking metaphorically – Solmas was literally a magical time.

Solmas was a blend of both fae and human traditions and, as a time for celebration, this meant spirits were up and magical shields were down. Active magic rippled through the air as did the leakage from those who had magic but never used it.

No one truly remembered when the lines between fae and human’s merged and there was the possibility the fae had decided to adjust the truth in collective memory to make it seem like they had always been part of the city.

Perhaps they had. Perhaps they hadn’t. Not a human amongst them could tell and not a fae amongst them would.

As centuries passed, or decades - no one was quite sure after all, the fae evolved to blend in. They shed talons, claws and teeth, and moulted wings and shimmering skin.

That wasn’t to say a good deal of them didn’t have remnants of their previous lineage; there were still those who had wings and those who were always followed by a mist. Some slipped from human form like their flesh was a dress.

There wasn’t a fae who didn’t have some magic, however small. But then, so did Nesta and her sisters, Feyre and Elain.

At some point in their collective past, the fae decided they liked the humans and vice versa and so romantic liaisons were not an uncommon occurrence. Despite a few differences, both species were compatible and that was how magic managed to bleed into some human veins. As Feyre said, they were human but with ‘added spice’.

Sometimes all that magic, especially at this heightened time of year, was damned irritating.

That morning Nesta had been in a café, reading her book when a lady biting into a gingerbread man had to stop on account of her baked good starting to scream.

Then, when she’d left to make her way to the ballet, she’d been caught in a snow flurry where the snowflakes took the form of small fairies and danced around her. She’d slapped them away, ignoring their outraged cries.

The walk which should have been ten minutes from her favourite café down into the theatre district ended up taking forty after some enchanted horses pulling sleighs decided to protest and caused a blockage across three streets, causing numerous detours.

When she finally reached the theatre, the peace of her day shattered, Nesta stormed into her dressing room and slammed the door. “Fucking fae.”

Nesta didn’t hate the fae. Technically, you couldn’t. Anytime anyone had a negative thought there was a haze which descended over people’s minds to remind them how much they loved the fae and how pleased they were to live beside them.

The magic in her blood meant the haze was a pithy little thing which Nesta mentally told to shove its pleasantries up its non-existent asshole leading it to drift away, pretending it wasn’t offended.

No, she didn’t hate them but she found them so inconvenient.

Nesta had settled at her dressing table when her door opened following a knock. A head peeked round, long ruby-red hair streaming downwards. One of the fae Nesta did like.

“Nesta?”

“I’m here.”

“Viviane said she’s going to turn a portion of the Sidra into an ice rink later, fancy coming? I might also take an ice-dive. Good for the pores!”

Gwyn, the production assistant at the Velaris City Ballet Company was fae but was classified as a water nymph. Nesta had only discovered this when they took a trip to Adriata the beach city the previous year for a ‘hot girl summer’ and she realised Gwyn had a set of gills accompanying her lungs.

Nesta met Gwyn’s eyes in the mirror and raised an eyebrow.

“What? I can’t help myself; you know that. I take it the ice-rink is a no?”

Nesta shook her head in response as she began on her hair but smiled. Despite herself she really did like Gwyn and Viviane, and a lot of the production company too even though the company was riddled with nepotism and bias.

Few humans managed to win a place in the ballet. Arts and creative pursuits were hard to break into when you were auditioning against fae. The only reason Nesta was as successful as she had been was because of that drop of magical blood.

She reached for the headdress resting next to her make-up. The Solmas production was The Nutcracker which their performance director, Eris had choreographed and screamed over for weeks.

“Tchaikovsky was a close, personal friend of mine,” he’d bragged. “He was fae of course, well – half-fae, but then no one can be perfect.”

Nesta had rolled her eyes and ignored Eris’ glare, not at all intimidated since they both discovered she immune to glamours and spells.

Nesta hadn’t been able to score the prima ballerina role for the production but then she hadn’t for years. How can a human compete with fae who spun in the air and flew on invisible, gossamer wings?

She’d auditioned for the role of Sugar Plum Fairy and wasn’t offered the position on account of the actual fairies also auditioning. If Nesta had managed to win the role then she wouldn’t have lasted a week before a surprise accident befell her, regardless of the amount of protection charms she wore.

The role she had won suited her fine, the dance being one of her favourites – the Illyrian dance. The steps weren’t complex but the performance was all about attitude and frankly, Nesta had that in spades.

When she’d been offered the dance, Gwyn took her aside in the corridor, a frown on her face. “Are you sure you want to perform this Nesta?”

“I know what you’re going to say, the dance should have gone to an Illyrian and you’re right – it should have. I’ve been trying to petition Eris for years now about Illyrian ballerinas but he’s always up to his typical high-fae purist bullshit.”

Gwyn had given a nervous laugh and looked around them, making sure Eris wouldn’t somehow leap out of the wall at the comment. It was a fair suspicion; he’d done it to performers before if they had any critique of him to say.

“Just do the dance cultural justice.”

Nesta swore she would.

On the scale of species hierarchy, full humans remained at the bottom. They were aging mortals with no magic and poor immune systems. The fae laughed themselves silly at the concept of chicken pox and the common cold. However, it didn’t mean every fae species was revered.

High fae like Eris were basically royalty while lesser fae were their middle-class cousins. Nymphs were considered useful and the majority of other fae fell someplace in between.

Illyrians were almost a side step from the hierarchy.

As a species they were immortal, eternally youthful and ripe with magic as powerful as some of the high fae. Some of their bodies were like machines with what they did with them and they would have been able to perform ballet for days on end without breaking.

They also had those vast jet-black wings which were terrifying and enthralling at the same time. It was a shame Illyrian Air didn’t do well, but then there were far too many customer service issues.

The only reason they weren’t on par with the high-fae (in the eyes of the high-fae) was that they weren’t elegant enough. They moved with a violence underneath the surface of their flesh like their blood was fire.

They also had complex histories which no one understood because Illyrians refused to discuss anything about Illyria and their heritage with anyone who wasn’t an Illyrian.

She once asked Feyre about them to be told Illyrians had spent their entire lifetimes being looked down upon by other fae so when those same fae demanded Illyrian secrets, they refused to comply.

Feyre had said, “Cassian told me, ‘Why should we give them anything when we have to fight for everything,’” and Nesta conceded he had a point. Possibly the only point Cassian had ever had but a point nonetheless.

Why was she thinking all this now? Why was she thinking of her baby sister’s stupid friends? She knew very well why.

Gwyn had stepped into Nesta’s dressing room. “Isn’t tonight when your sister and her friends are coming to the show?”

Yes, that was why.

Gwyn leant against the wall, in Nesta’s line of sight in the mirror and Nesta shrugged keeping her voice nonchalant. “Yes, unfortunately.”

It wasn’t unfortunate Feyre was coming, Feyre who loved anything to do with art and ballet but Nesta wasn’t looking forward to the rest. Rhys, Feyre’s half high-fae, half Illyrian boyfriend had all the arrogant superiority of the high-fae and the volatility of the Illyrians with none of the manners.

Nesta was painfully aware Rhys didn’t like her.

The rest of the group were also non-human with Feyre seemingly abandoning humans completely, preferring the exclusive company of Rhys circle of fae friends. Elain was the opposite, living outside the walls of the city in her cottage, wanting nothing to do with fae at all.

Feyre had told Rhys a bunch of stories from their childhood and Rhys didn’t quite comprehend how human sisters worked, didn’t quite comprehend how complex their relationship had been.

The spit of magic in their blood had made things all the more difficult as humans were not the best containers for magic. In Nesta’s eyes what made it worse were all the tattoos Feyre had inked into her skin; amplifiers mostly.

Anger had been born from Nesta’s worry and her worry was from her love.

Feyre understood the root cause of Nesta’s peevishness even if she didn’t like it but Rhys saw disapproval and returned it in kind.

At the thought of some of the attendees Nesta’s heart started doing something change, fluttering away like it was a bird trapped in a cage. She remembered when Ianthe, one of the ensemble, had shown them the pet bird she’d brought.

“Isn’t it lovely?” she’d said, her eyes glittering as her fingernails grew sharp. “Such a pretty pet for me to love.”

Nesta remembered the poor thing desperately trying to fly out of its cage, smashing its wings and beak against the bars.

Ianthe ended up eating it. She’d sobbed she hadn’t meant to but she hadn’t grabbed her protein bar that morning when she’d left her apartment and she was starving.

They couldn’t help it; it was in their nature to consume. The fae were like locusts that way, consuming land, lives, birds. Hearts.

Gwyn’s smile at Nesta’s response stretched into one which took up most of her face and Nesta refrained from shuddering. Nymph embodied the gentle and the harsh of their element. Water nymphs had the ability to be as tranquil and soft as summer rain or as vicious and deadly as a shark in deep water.

“Uh-huh. Will Cassian be attending?”

“I don’t know, probably.”

“Are you nervous about doing the Illyrian dance in front of Illyrians?”

Yes. Terrified.

“No,” she said, “I’ve done my research.”

Eris’ choreography for the dance was lazy and aggressive, rooted in his high-fae misperceptions of Illyrian culture. Nesta convinced Eris to let her put together her own steps and when he let her, not giving a damn about the dance, Nesta sought out the sole Illyrian choreographer in Velaris - a woman named Emerie.

At least the dance would contain authentic steps, she’d just never performed it in front of any Illyrians who weren’t Emerie before.

Gwyn’s grin was still wide.

“Oh, go away would you,” Nesta said with a scowl. “I need to focus before the matinee.”

Gwyn laughed at Nesta’s scowl and Nesta knew Gwyn understood Nesta’s words were harsh but her meaning wasn’t.

“Fine, fine. I’ll see you later, my little witchy dancer.”

Nesta glared at her friends departing back. I’m not a witch, she wanted to say, just a human whose great grandma caught the eye of a high-fae and had at it.

The matinee performance went well. Performances at the Velaris City Ballet Company always went well. The city made it so, drawing in an audience like moths to lamplight.

For all its splendour, Velaris was ancient and small. What was once a human village at the base of the mountains with the Sidra River running wild aside it, grew in population and glamour once the fae came pushing through the veil.

Human technology and fae magic combined to turn the place into something unique which rippled out to other human towns and dwellings but Velaris remained the first and the original.

While other cities grew, Velaris kept its quaintness. Old buildings built from red stone were covered with trailing ivy which bloomed with different flowers depending on the inhabitants’ moods. Rooms would change their size and shape according to the number of people within and wallpapers would shift when required to become something new. A piece of furniture could be a chaise longue in the morning and a mahogany dresser by nightfall.

Outside was no different. The cobbled side streets were slightly off kilter and you could look back, having walked up a steep street only to realise the path you’d walked was now heading a different direction and upwards, not down.

The ballet house was one of the oldest buildings and contained concentrated magic the way a bottle contained liquid. It also meant, much like liquid, if the bottle was shaken then there would be spillage.

Truth told; they’d had some difficulties with previous performances.

The first performance of Sleeping Beauty had left the majority of the audience passed out in their red velvet chairs while thickets of thorns grew up from the stage floor, encompassing the dancers. Nesta had to hack through several vines to reach her dressing room to grab her apartment keys.

The Snow Queen last Solmas followed suit. Viviane had been their prima ballerina that year and was in her utmost element. That had been the worst winter Velaris had ever experienced with uncharacteristic heavy snowfalls and biting frosts. The less said about the temporary missing children and ominous women in sleighs, the better.

Aside from when Eris turned actual rats into human sized dancers and the whole city was put into a three-day long lockdown while fae exterminators went to work, The Nutcracker was going fairly well.

Magic whirled the audience through each act and they heard and tasted and smelt everything being shown to them. Music would drift into their ears as performers danced fluidly across the stage. Some of the audience sobbed, overcome by the magic which sank into their skin.

The experience took some time to get used to if you were human. The first time Nesta had performed ballet in Velaris she was dizzy with nausea and slick with sweat. Now she even managed to use some of her own dormant abilities to counter the effects, or even to add in some of her own.

Before the evening performance began, her phone beeped with a message from Feyre.

Can’t wait to see you dance! Catch up with you afterwards!

Nesta groaned. She’d agreed to go for a drink at the in-house bar with Feyre and the rest but now she wished she was going straight home.

The stage melted away from the dance before hers into Nesta’s scenery as she waited in the wings for her cue. She eyed up the boxes, knowing Rhys had sponsored one for Feyre but didn’t have a clue which one.

The Illyrian dance had a sparse stage, to demonstrate the Illyrian steppes but the painted backdrop was one of Ramiel, the revered Illyrian mountain. Despite the sparsity, the set pulsed with a dry heat; the scent of crackling wood fire and spice filling the air, the sensation of warm winds tickling her skin.

When the music started, she danced on, determined to prove to Illyrian eyes in the audience she would do it justice.

Nesta drew on the same magic which ran in Feyre and Elain’s bones, the same magic Feyre had permanently etched on the surface of her skin. When Nesta leapt, she cast imaginary wings on her back which carried her further forward and higher. When she pirouetted, she was spinning on ice. Her arms were graceful and her legs sharp.

Nesta formed herself into a blade of dance as she undulated her hips and curved her spine. She swore the heat under her skin caused the air to burn around her.

She finished to rapturous applause and resisted eyeing up the boxes again although she wanted to know if any particular hands were clapping.

In the wings Gwyn was waiting and handed her a towel and Nesta realised she was glistening with sweat, droplets highlighting her cleavage.

“Very nice,” Gwyn said, clapping. “A small fire broke out in one of the stalls.”

Before Nesta said anything, Eris walked by with a low whistle. “Great performance, Nesta. I now have a raging boner.”

The women shrieked in disgust and Nesta threw her towel at him. “Animal.”

Eris grinned, “You know it” and his eyes shone as he caught the towel. Nesta made a mental note to ask Elain for more rowan to put around her dressing room door.

Nesta watched the rest of the performances from the wings until curtain close. Usually she never dawdled, always wanting to remove her costume and dress into civilian clothes as quick as possible but tonight she took her time, idly drawing out each minute until she couldn’t avoid her fate forever.

Audience members with children, fae or human often left first, clearing the way for those who wanted to remain behind in the theatre bar. When the fae discovered alcohol a new set of problems arose. Regardless of what species you were, once you were drunk you did stupid things.

The bar was below ground level and took up a vast amount of space. Overstuffed seating was positioned around tables in compartments, each draped with their own set of thick, crimson red curtains with gold tassels. If the occupants wanted privacy, then they had it.

Nesta shimmied past groups; fae, human and mixed, who laughed and clinked their champagne flutes, none recognising her as a dancer they’d watched earlier.

Feyre was likely to have a private booth booked along with the theatre box as Rhys had so much gold he likely melted it down and bathed in it. The last time Nesta met up with Feyre, her little sister had been wearing a diamond encrusted corset top.

Ahead of her stood two figures, both leaning against the open fronted bar and deep in conversation. Cassian and Azriel. No one was able to miss them even if they tried to blend in. Illyrians were known for their size and their wings and not exactly known for their love of ballet.

Almost as though he sensed her arrival, Cassian stopped talking and turned, strands of his black hair falling from his messy bun. Her eyes met his and she felt how she always did whenever they glanced at each other – a little bit anxious, a little bit horny and a little bit excited.

Nesta was worried if she opened her mouth, a thousand butterflies would float upwards from her stomach.

The look on his face, one she couldn’t place, slipped into something familiar as she drew nearer. Cassian smirked at her and followed it up with a slow, obvious glance from head to toe.

“Hello, Nesta.” He drawled his words, husky and deep. His voice was a baritone which always had her itching to dance across his words. Illyrian magic wasn’t the strongest but those who wielded it were.

What Illyrians wielded their magic for was anyone’s guess but if she had to, Nesta would have guessed it was for making panties drop if the turning heads of the crowd and little sighs was any indication.

There had been occasions where she too was driven with the need to show him more skin of hers then he deserved, to beg him to lay her down and cover her body in honey before licking it off with rasps of his tongue.

Must have been magic.

“Cassian,” she said with barely a nod and turned to his companion. “Azriel.”

Azriel nodded back a polite hello while Cassian leant against the bar directly facing her, wearing a grin as sharkish as Gwyn’s. She was like a lamb on the ground being circled by a taloned beast.

“Interesting performance.”

Azriel coughed at Cassian’s words, spluttering on the beer he was drinking and Nesta frowned, heat flooding her cheeks. Was he mocking her?

If he was, she wouldn’t give his smugly handsome self the satisfaction of getting to her and instead she ignored his words asking who else was here and where her sister was.

“Feyre, Rhys, Az and me. Amren came to watch the ballet but didn’t stay for drinks.”

“And where’s my sister and Rhys now?”

Cassian jerked his head over to the direction of the compartments. “They’re having a private ‘conversation’ behind closed curtains.”

Nesta’s face twisted in disgust. Fucking fae. Always fucking.

“Why didn’t Amren stay?”

“She never sticks around after The Nutcracker. Says it’s derogatory and insulting and she only comes to refill her well of rage.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, what was it she said Az? That the performances were brimming with cultural appropriation?”

The heat on Nesta’s cheeks turned into furnace. It wasn’t as though Cassian explicitly referred to Nesta’s performance but his words had to crawled under her skin. Feyre’s fae friends weren’t fans of Nesta’s, not after Rhys had spilled to them everything Feyre had told him.

For a group so ancient, they acted like spoilt human teenagers. Nesta would take the high road and try and find dignity in silence.

The bartender brought out another beer for Azriel and a glass of dark liquor for Cassian. A glass of wine from the Rosehall vineyard was handed to her and she was surprised someone had the foresight to order for her before she arrived, and with her favourite drink.

“Did you not like it then?” Nesta asked after taking a sip, her voice light. Azriel coughed again and this time Cassian shot him a glare, his rough-hewn face growing solemn before sliding into his more casual expression.

“There were some authentic Illyrian steps involved which is impressive. Didn’t realise old Eris had it in him.”

“It wasn’t Eris,” Nesta said, “It was me. I found an Illyrian choreographer in the city and she taught me some steps.”

Cassian’s face stilled for a moment, motionless like stone before letting out a roaring laugh which reverberated around the bar. The lesser fae behind him jumped and splashed his drink on the counter, quivering in fright.

“Well, that explains it!”

Nesta’s flesh prickled, her skin chilling in the overly warm bar. Goodness knows what she’d been dancing. Some dance of self-mockery probably. Her throat was burning and she didn’t understand whether she was upset because she thought Emerie liked her or upset because Cassian had seen.

Nesta’s fingers clenched the stem of the wine glass and she took a gulp of her drink, downing almost half as her hand wavered and her eyes watered. Cassian immediately stopped grinning.

“It was a beautiful dance,” Azriel said from her right and she turned to him, his face serious. “Other performances of The Nutcracker have the Illyrian dance as the violent, hostile war dance. Yours was the best one I’ve seen. Cassian liked it very much.”

Nesta whispered her thanks, looking between the Illyrians standing at either side of her who were now glaring at each other. She was out-flanked next to their bulk and she wished her sister was done doing whatever the hell she was doing so Nesta could say her hellos and goodbyes and get out of there.

“There’s only one Illyrian choreographer in this city,” Cassian said, his voice softer as his fingers trailed around his glass rim. “No other Illyrian would ever bother with this place.”

Nesta looked around the theatre at its gilded gold décor and red curtains but somehow knew Cassian was referring to Velaris as a whole. Illyrians never came to the city to visit, let alone live.

She glanced at him and found his smile was gentler and his hazel eyes, which always bordered on lascivious, were kinder somehow. Perhaps he hadn’t meant to mock her, perhaps he realised his raucous laughter had hurt.

He had no reason to care if he’d hurt her feelings and she shouldn’t have cared either but there had been a sting to his words which sunk deeper than she’d liked. She wasn’t opposed if he wanted to soothe over his words.

But she wasn’t about to let him know that. Instead, she fixed a bored expression onto her face. “Oh,” she said, looking into her glass as she swirled her wine around, “and who would that be?”

Cassian, still leaning against the bar, mirrored her by looking into his own glass before taking a sip.

“A friend of mine from the old country moved here a couple of years ago because her attempt at bringing ballet into the township was less than successful. You know her human name as Emerie.”

Cassian was still leaning against the bar, now looking into his own deep amber coloured liquid before taking a sip.

Nesta’s head snapped up to find Cassian now looking intently at her. “Yes, that’s her.”

“Figured,” Cassian said with a chuckle and took another long sip.

His mood seemed less jovial than before, more pensive and Nesta glanced around to discover Azriel had gone from her side. She looked around the crowds but didn’t see sight of him. How she lost an Illyrian of his stature she didn’t know but when she whipped her head around to the booth Cassian gestured towards earlier, the curtains were still closed.

She didn’t even have it in her to be irritated. The whole night was a wash-out and because of the stupid enchanted horse incident earlier closing streets, she was now adding additional time to her walk home.

“Well, then,” she said. “It’s been a long day and I’m tired; I have another two performances tomorrow and I want to head out and avoid any festive idiots.”

Cassian stood upright, alert and facing her, his glass sloshing the liquid violently as he placed it back onto the bar a little too hard. His wings flexed. “You haven’t seen Feyre yet.”

“If Feyre wanted to catch up with me then she wouldn’t be playing hide the fae penis with her boyfriend right now.” Her tone was sharp and she glared at Cassian. “It doesn’t take much to say a quick hello to your sister.”

Did Nesta care if Cassian thought her rude? Not a fucking bit. Despite Elain living an hour outside the city and Feyre only living on the other side, a journey which took less than a minute travelling by Winnow Express, Feyre was the sister Nesta saw the least.

“If she comes out at any point,” Nesta continued, “tell her I’ll call her.”

It wasn’t a lie when she said she was tired. Two performances a day took it out of her let alone when magic clung in the air at Solmas and let alone the fact that Nesta had used a tiny amount of her own as some kind of performance enhancer.

Whatever energy reserves she had was depleted, the glass of wine making her feel like she’d drank the entire bottle.

Nesta didn’t bother saying goodbye to Cassian, just left her empty glass on the counter and spun around.

Being a ballerina was on her side as she wove through the crowd and up into the foyer which was blissfully empty. Sadly, the world outside the doors was not so much and Nesta took a breath before wrapping herself in her stole.

The statues guarding the entrance waved her a goodbye, one with a human Santa hat adorning its head and the other with a fae garland wrapped around its waist. Nesta rolled her eyes. Human and fae decorations were put on everything so management could say they’d met their Equal Opportunities criteria.

Nesta stepped onto the pavement and looked down the street of the theatre district.

She couldn’t deny Velaris at night was beautiful.

History books stated the first fae who settled in the city were night dwellers and while they were able to survive in the sun, it was under the starlit sky where they thrived. So, the stories went that they made the night spectacular.

The ink black sky was painted with whorls of galaxies and splashed with stars. At first glance everything appeared white but when Nesta looked closer it was clear they were silver and gold and the purest, palest blue.

Feyre had once told her fae eyes saw more colours than humans and the stars were a multitude of colours – the rainbow and beyond. One of Feyre’s tattoos was designed to allow her to see what the fae saw.

The theatre district was still buzzing with humans and fae alike. Because of the nature of the city, it was usual for the streets to be filled until the early hours of the morning and after any performance in the theatre district there was no time for relaxing.

There was always residual magic left over from the ballet. The ballet theatre was the largest of the theatre buildings and so the magic started strongest at the end Nesta now stood before dissipating the further away you walked.

Snowflakes and flowers alike drifted down from the empty, cloudless sky. The Waltz of the Snowflakes and the Waltz of the Flowers often combatted against each other for prominence in their audience’s minds and refused to give in to each even after the show was done.

Thankfully, the Land of the Sweets didn’t involve themselves in this battle. They had done one performance many weeks ago and when chocolate rained from the sky it was delightful. Boiling hot coffee? Not so much.

Nesta navigated her way though the cobbles and crowds as petals landed in her hair and snowflakes melted on her eyelashes. She heaved a sigh of relief when she made it to the end past the gathered individuals who spilled out of the smaller theatres and theatre bars.

She turned left to go into a side street and stopped, almost tripping over her own feet.

Leaning against the wall, silhouetted against the streetlamps and fae lights was the hulking shape of an Illyrian.

“What are you-? How did you-?”

Cassian laughed as he used his elbow to propel himself from the wall and stride towards her. “What am I doing here and how did I get here so fast?”

“Well... yeah.”

“Wings,” he said, jabbing his thumbs in the direction behind him. “They come in useful from time to time. I thought I would fly you home.”

Nesta eyed up the wings behind him, remembering all the news reports of Illyrian Air. “No thank you, I like the walk.”

“Ok, then I’ll walk with you. Make sure you get home safe.��

She frowned. Nesta had lived in this city all her life and despite the occasional fae related incident which was brought on by personal vendetta, unavoidable prophecy from birth or magic spell gone wrong, Velaris was a safe place.

It also helped that Nesta had that splash of fae blood herself and a glare which froze bones. Literally. There had been an incident with an ex-boyfriend but she’d filed an explanation with the police and it was never brought up again.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I don’t need babysitting.”

“I know you don’t but I’d still like to walk you. Please.” The last word was said so softly she almost didn’t hear it but she caught the imploration.

Cassian stepped further into the light of a streetlamp, a few pale pink petals falling from his shoulders, desperation in his eyes.

Nesta sighed. “Fine, but I’m on the other side of the Sidra. The quickest route is over Mermaid Bridge.”

Cassian paused for a moment, “Mermaid Bridge? There won’t be any actual mermaids on it right?”

“Not at this time of year, the water’s too cold and they travel south.”

“Thank god, one of my ex’s was a mermaid. They are terrifying.”

Nesta shook her head, not able to imagine a creature of his size being scared of anything. They started walking in companionable silence. The further away from the city centre they strode, the more the crowds thinned.

Some shops remained open, including the café Nesta sat in earlier and groups had gathered around tables to laugh over mugs of frothy hot chocolate which overflowed with cream. Cinnamon, gingerbread, and candy cane scented the air.

As they walked, humans and fae alike paled when they crossed paths with Cassian and many darted out of his way. One lesser fae flattened himself against the red brick wall while another gave a quiet yelp and ran down an alley.

Nesta glanced up at Cassian but either he was pretending he didn’t notice the running onlookers or he didn’t care.

“What do you do?” she asked. She knew nothing about any of Feyre’s friends in any detail. “For that matter what do any of you do?”

Cassian laughed. “Rhys has a lot of inherited wealth, Amren trades precious stones – we think from the old dragon mines, and no one has a clue what Azriel does. I’m a bounty hunter.”

Oh.

“Caught anyone I’d have heard of?”

“Heard of the Tooth Fairy?”

Nesta grimaced, quickly swooping her tongue over her teeth. “Yes.”

“He was one of mine. So was the Bone Carver, the Weaver and Lanthys.”

Nesta’s eyebrows shot up. “Lanthys? The gold miner? What did he do? Wait, I don’t want to know. He asked me out once.”

Cassian glanced over at her; his own eyebrows raised. “Yeah? Did you say yes?”

Nesta pulled a face. “Good grief, no. He kept sending me telepathic dick pics. It’s bad enough being sent dick pics across dating apps.”

They approached Mermaid Bridge, which was, as Nesta said, devoid of the creature it was named for. Lights twinkled on the other side of the city, the residential side where Nesta lived. There were shrieks of delight further up the river in the dark and Nesta wondered if Gwyn was ice-diving next to Viviane’s ice rink.

Cassian coughed. “You’re on dating apps?”

“Not many, I thought I’d give them a go. My sisters are busy, I only have a few friends and I need something other than work in my life.”

“Yeah, I understand. ‘All work and no play’ make Cassian a dull boy too. The play part of life is fun,” he looked at her from the side of his eye and winked.

Nesta felt the blush spread across her cheeks and she willed it down with whatever force she had left. She wasn’t a virgin so she wasn’t about to start blushing like one.

They climbed the steps to the bridge and walked across. Of all the bridges which connected the two halves of the city, this was Gwyn’s favourite. Nesta’s human eyes couldn’t pick out the colours at night but in the day the railings glittered gold and shimmered with turquoise gems.

“Do you date?” The words slipped out before she stopped them. “You mentioned a mermaid ex so....”

Cassian’s laugh was more a breath and he started to smooth down non-existent knots in his hair. “Yes. Well...no. I did but work is busy and I’m sort of interested in someone and I guess until I purge them from my system, I’m not interested in anyone else.”

“How long have you been interested in them?”

“A while.”

“Why don’t you ask them out rather than eradicate them from your options?”

Nesta wanted to slap herself in the face. Or pitch herself off the bridge into the black, ice-cold water. Even as she was speaking, she wanted to not be but it was as though her mouth and mind had fallen out and no longer wanted anything to do with each other.

Cassian shrugged, “I guess. They just never struck me as someone interested in dating fae.”

They came to the end of the bridge and Nesta looked upwards at the sky. On this side of the river without the city lights, the stars were clearer to her eyes, more defined. One shot across the sky.

“You should go for it,” Nesta said, “you might be surprised.”

“Maybe,” Cassian sighed. “She’s kind of intimidating though.”

“You’re over six foot tall with massive wings and can use magic. I’m sure you’re more intimidating.”

“Me? Nah, I’m sure she thinks I’m an oversized bat.”

Nesta cringed. Those had been her words once a couple of years ago when she was first introduced to Feyre’s new friendship group and the Illyrian’s within. She didn’t think they’d heard her say it but then again, fae hearing was something exceptional along with fae sight.

The streets they walked were now quieter, the hustle and bustle of the inner-city gone. The chill settled in easier on this side of the river and Nesta knew she’d wake to frost across her window panes in the morning.

They were silent until they reached her apartment building, halfway up one of the steepest lanes. It was a small four storey which wasn’t spacious or modern but it gave her brilliant view across the river and Velaris and most importantly, it was hers.

“This is me,” she said, stopping outside the steps leading to the red entrance door. “Thank you for walking me back.” It was on the tip of her tongue to invite Cassian in for coffee but she held back.

He smiled, his eyes warm and shining. “Honestly it was my pleasure.” He leant forward, the sheer bulk of him covering Nesta and for a moment she thought he would kiss her but instead he took her slim fingered hand in his larger one and brought it up to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand.

“Goodnight,” he said, “I hope you have a good Solmas Day when it comes.”

Cassian was no ballet dancer but he sure moved like one, letting go of her hand and swivelling to face the direction they’d walked in from, marching down the slope of her street while Nesta stared at his retreating back.

He was clad in black and would have easily blended into his surroundings if not for the red jewels he wore at his wrists.

Nesta gaped down at the back of her hand, her mouth open. She still felt his lips, warm and soft, on her skin.

“Wait!”

Cassian turned back to face her, tilting his head.

“I’m sorry if my performance in the ballet was offensive. I know Azriel said it was beautiful and that you liked it but if that was a lie to save my feelings, it’s ok. I went to Emerie because I wanted to make it authentic. I should have left it alone.”

Cassian smiled but it wasn’t mocking. He took a few steps back up the street towards her. “You know I said Emerie was a friend from the old country?”

Nesta nodded.

“She’s a really good friend. I like her a lot. She’s no nonsense with a great heart. I was trying to set her up with Rhys’ cousin Mor and in the process we got talking about dating and relationships and she asked if there was anyone, I was interested in. As it happens, I discovered this evening that she knows the person I was talking about. I’m sure she saw this as her opportunity to do some matchmaking of her own.”

“Oh,” Nesta said, her throat dry.

“Yeah. I also happened to tell her in one conversation I would be watching The Nutcracker this year on account of it being Solmas. So, there you go.”

The butterflies were flittering in Nesta’s stomach again and Cassian’s words were taking shape in her mind and building a story. “The steps Emerie taught me for the Illyrian dance – was that an invitation?”

Cassian’s smile stretched wide and he tilted his head back and laughed, the dark column of his throat shining in the starlight. “Oh yes, a very specific invitation. Emerie must have had the day of her life when she pieced everything together.”

The flittering in her stomach was now pooling in her chest. This type of conversation should have her fleeing up the steps and racing through the foyer until she threw herself into her cold bed to hide under the covers.

Nesta wanted to know what she’d inadvertently done without meaning to. Not that she minded whatever it was she’d done.

“What did I dance then, Cassian?” Her voice was lower than usual and rich like the overflowing cream in the café.

Cassian’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, his hazel eyes were almost black. “The dance you performed half naked on a heated stage was most definitely an invitation, Nesta.” He smiled at her again, soft like before but there was something behind it. Suddenly he was a wolf and she the lamb again. He was all claws and teeth and animal.

A shiver of anticipation ran through her. Her pulse beating in her throat, drawing Cassian’s eye.

“Oh, Nesta,” Cassian said, his voice almost a growl. “You performed an Illyrian dance of seduction.”

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pilot-boi · 2 years

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006/micheal/mercury my beloved. makes sense that an assassin would be the enforcer. how's he doing?

It’s dark.

It’s dark and he can’t see.

He can’t see them.

But he can hear them.

He can hear them prowling around just out of the range of his vision. Just out range for him to strike. To strike, and maim, and kill, and-

Mercury shakes his head roughly.

He is Mercury. He is Mercury.

One of the pseudo-devils emerges from the gloom, and he snarls when he pounced on it. He digs his claws into the cracks of the metal, ripping chunks off with his bare hands, crushing the casing like it’s a tin can.

He can’t tell if it’s dark, or if he’s losing his vision from sheer exhaustion.

How long has he been fighting now? Three hours? Three weeks? Anything and anytime within that range is possible.

His bones feel like jelly turned to lava. His claws throw up sparks when he digs them into the tile floor to slow himself to a halt.

He is Mercury. He is-

Another wave of bots comes at him, not giving him a moment to breath, to center himself. To regain himself. Their arms are knives, razor sharp and glowing as bright as his eyes. They slice at him and he leaps over, pushing off with his feet and diving down at them from above.

The ground of the training room should be littered with their bodies. He should be coated with their blood- with oil. He wants to rip and tear them apart, to feel their veins burst under his teeth, to rend their flesh from their bones-

He lets out a shaky breath.

He inhales, like a drowning man searching for air. His face is twisted into a snarl, and it feels right.

He is…

Who is he?

“Exercise 153 completed,” says a cold smooth voice that echoes from above him. “Stand down, soldier. Return to your room.”

He’s too exhausted to protest.

#rwby #mercury black #questions from the facility #faau #brachyrhynchos corvus #mine #asks

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prime-pulse · 3 years

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A mini-fic of Mystaké just watching the train wreck that is the FSM household?

Oh my god absolutely. I’ve had no reason to expand on my FSM characterization until now. Thank you for giving me a reason my dearest anon

"Garmadon! Stop! That’s mine, it’s mine!" "I didn’t see your name on it! In fact, it has MY name on it, see?!" "Did you carve YOUR name into MY toy?! I’m going to tell father!" "Oh yeah?! Not if I can tell him about how you stole my sword first!" "I did not!" "Did TOO!"

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Mystaké sat with an eyebrow raised, sipping at the tea she had brought with her, now understanding why her friend desired her strongest headache-treating tea. The two young boys ran in circles around the courtyard, hitting at each other with sticks and hissing like young Oni pups would during a disagreement. It reminded her, scarcely, of a more simple time— before the man sitting across from her was even born— when it was just Oni and Dragon, and she would occasionally watch her clans' pups play in the sands.

"You have your hands quite full," She remarked with a hum, "But nothing a god can’t handle."

"Please, don’t call me that." The man across from her sighed as he massaged his temples, shaking his head, "I am more preoccupied on keeping my two sons from killing one another than I am perfecting this realm. They have been non-stop fighting ever since their mother went to visit her family."

"Can my dear 'Spinjitzu' Master not manage to keep his own blood in check?" Mystaké said with no hint of amusement in her voice, "You are letting them fight until they tire out, it’s no wonder you wrote to me complaining about nonstop headaches— You are not stopping nonstop fighting!"

"It's not as easy as you make it sound." He shook his head, glancing out the window to see the boys now wrestling on the ground, hitting and clawing at one another, "Unlike you, I grew up amongst the Dragons— during my early childhood, anyway. They did not fight like this. It was usually two words, then it was over. These two..."

Him and Mystaké both winced as Wu created a stick out of thin air just to hit Garmadon in the face; who in response destroyed the stick as quickly as it came into existence, then tackled the other to the ground.

"One feeds on the other, I fear." He continued, itching at his head, "Any time Wu makes something, his brother destroys it. Anytime he destroys something, Wu makes something new. I've tried separating them, but they just tear their way through the walls."

"You should let me deal with it, then." Mystaké said matter-of-factly as she poured the man another cup, "I always manage to get them to calm down."

"Through tears." The man sighed, but chuckled nonetheless, "Be my guest, see what you can do. Their mother can get them to behave like best friends, but I..."

"Say no more," Mystaké grinned mischievously as her human disguise fell.

"Owowow— WU! You're hurting me!" Garmadon snarled as he threw his brother off, then rubbing at his shoulder where he had been clawed at. Wu hit the ground a few feet away from him before beginning to wail, much to his brothers panic. "What— No, no, come on now! I didn’t even throw you that hard! You bit me! I should be crying!" Garmadon stood and quickly ran over to try and get Wu to stand, who only went limp as to stay on the ground.

"Alright, that’s enough!" A voice roared from the head of the monastery, making Garmadon jump and Wu pause in his sobs. Mystaké walked down the steps, slowly approaching the two boys with a frown on her face. Garmadon immediately let go of his brother and backed up, rubbing at his shoulder and looking toward the ground.

"What in the First Realm are you two bickering over?! It has been non-stop since I got here an hour ago!" She huffed, bending down to pick Wu up by the scruff of his shirt, making the boy curl in on himself and stare at her with wide eyes.

"He— Garmadon— He took my horse— my friend in the village carved it for me..." Wu stammered out, pointing a finger accusingly toward Garmadon.

"Well, he took my sword last week, and refuses to give it back! Mother gave me that sword! So I took his little wood horse." Garmadon said accusingly, huffing as he finished his sentence. Mystaké looked at him with a brow raised, her frown stagnant.

"And you two could not come to a compromise on your own in that time? What is your father teaching you, rainbows and butterflies instead of diplomacy?" Mystaké said after a moment, shaking her head and moving over to Garmadon. She picked the boy up by the back of his shirt with her free hand, lifting them both up to be eye-level with her.

"Wu, you will not take what is not your own unless you expect the same to happen to you. You will return your brother's sword," Mystaké stated, Garmadon grinning before she looked to him, "And you, Garmadon, will give back your brother's... Horse. No but's or if's. You will. Both of you." She said with a low growl, the brothers looking between each other for a moment.

Garmadon slowly handed the horse back to Wu, who smiled brightly in return.

"So, boys, is our ongoing conflict resolved?" He spoke, stirring a pot that was currently boiling over a fire. Garmadon and Wu sat at the dinner table, next to one another, which they had not done in days.

"Aunt Mystaké helped." Wu spoke while playing with his wooden horse, Garmadon leaning on the table with a shrug.

"I was gonna give it back eventually." He muttered, itching at the side of his face.

"Last time you gave something back it took you six months. Even when I asked." He spoke, turning to fill the boys' bowls with soup. Garmadon just smiled and shrugged.

"That's eventually." He hummed, beginning to dive into his bowl.

He only sighed, "I suppose it is."

#SLG au #asks #Writing #Garmadon #Wu #FSM #Mystaké

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holylulusworld · 4 years

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Man's Best Friend with Benefits

Summary: A killing spree brings the Winchesters back to St. Louis, Missouri.

Pairing: Dean x Witch!Reader; Familiar!Eric x Witch!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, Familiar Portia, Spencer

Warnings: angst, language, characters death, mentions of murder/sacrifices/witch stuff in general, jealousy, tension, smut, unprotected sex, light dom!reader, light sub!dean, woman on top , a hint of cockwarming

Kinktober special: Dom/Sub

A/N: Yes, Eric is Eric Northman from True Blood. I couldn’t imagine a better vampire to turn into a familiar. I just liked his black leather style, and it matched the readers style.

Divider by @writeyourmindaway

Kinktober 2020

“Why again do we have to help Portia?” you had better plans than to sneak around a cheap motel in the middle of the night. “What does she want at a place like this? Shouldn’t she with her witch?”

Your familiar purrs, rubbing his head against your calf. “Hey, only as you and that dog had a thing going on years ago doesn’t mean you can drag me out here in the middle of nowhere to stalk her.

Your familiars’ neck hair gets erected when he senses danger to Portia. His reaction is to transform into a human form to burst through the door.

You follow him silently, shaking your head at his bad manners.

“Great idea, Eric. Just storm into a room only to meet the barrel of a gun,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Tell me again why I let you stick around,” you round your familiar, ogling his ass before you slap it harshly. “Yeah, you’re eye candy.”

Playfully you slide your hand over the gun aimed at Eric’s head, tutting the hunter who looks at you confused and bewildered. “Hey there, pretty boy. My friend and I were looking for a friend of a friend and I think you found her.”

“The dog?” The shorter hunter lifts a brow, still not lowering his gun. “Why would you look for her? Is this a conspiration?”

“Let her go,” Eric snarls, stepping closer. He ignores the gun, rather bumps his chest against the hunters. “I know you wanted to hurt her.”

“Eric,” Portia’s soft voice calms the angry familiar but, he won’t budge. “You must protect Y/N, not me.”

“Protect who?” The hunter asks, glancing at you. He’s giving you a once over, a dirty grin on his lips. “I’d like to protect you too, sweetheart.”

You snicker, patting his shoulder before you turn your attention toward Portia again. “Don’t hurt yourself, pretty boy. I’m here to help a friend, not to find a new bodyguard.”

“That’s what the guy is? Your bodyguard?” You don’t reveal your true nature or that Eric is so much more than a bodyguard. “Alright. Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Y/N, that’s Eric, my bodyguard,” you slide your hand over the hunter’s shoulder, keeping an eye on the taller man who seems to be calmer. “Portia is the friend of a friend. He’s missing her and called me.”

“Don’t even think about it, hunter,” you hiss at Eric’s words, giving him a warning glare. “He stared at your ass.”

“Many men stare at my ass, Eric. Stop causing trouble. We are all friends here, right,” you smile at the hunter who’s more interested to drink your outfit in than to shoot your familiar.

“I like her outfit, is all,” he’s cocky, you give him that. “Never saw a girl combine leather pants with a skirt and combat boots. I like it.”

“Dean, don’t,” the other hunter groans but Dean looks at you like a needy puppy, and you chuckle, patting his cheek. A low whine leaves his lips, and you know, he’s not a threat to you or your familiar.

“It’s fine.” You press your lips to Dean’s ear, licking it to force another whine out of his throat. “I’ll tell you a secret, Dean.”

“You will?” Dean’s voice is hoarse when you place one hand onto his chest, slowly drawing circles with your index finger. “Really?”

“I’m wearing leather jeggings, not pants.” Patting his cheek, you turn your attention toward Portia. “Now come with us and stop bugging hunters with our problems. If you need help, ask your kind.”

“Your kind?” Dean pants, eyes glued to your face when you wave your finger at Eric who slowly stalks toward you. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Show him, Eric.” You click your tongue and Eric turns back into a black cat. He’s glaring up at Dean who sneezes immediately. “You see, Portia is worried about her friend James.”

“We already heard about it, sweetheart. He turned into a full-time witch cop or something,” Dean grumbles, sneezing once again. “Can he turn back? I’m allergic.”

“Aw, poor hunter,” you coo, running your fingers along Dean’s neck. “Just relax. Look into my eyes and stop sneezing.”

“What the…?” Eric snarls. “It’s gone…aw-crap. No…no fucking no,” Dean jumps backward, aiming his gun toward your head this time.

“Now, that’s not nice, pretty boy,” you purr, giving Dean a soft smile. “Guess the cats out, Eric.” Your familiar groans, turning back into human form. “Yes, Dean. I’m a witch, just like your friend James. Unlike the blood-thirsty black magic slaves, I prefer to use my powers to…well…”

“Kill people?” Dean asks, hating he started to like you. “I get that, witch.” He’s unlocking his gun, ready to end your life. “Pity. I liked your outfit. Shame to ruin it.”

“Gosh, why are all hunters into killing me?” you dip your head, lips formed into a pout. “I’m not killing people. You can call me karma witch.”

“Karma witch?” You picked Sam’s interest. “What does that mean?”

“I’m a punisher if you want to call it like that,” you waltz toward Dean moving your hand to his gun to lower it. “When a witch breaks a rule like using magic in public or killing one of our kind, I’m there to punish the bad boy…or girl.” Dean shivers when you slide your nose along his neck.

“You’re like a witch cop or something?” You laugh at Dean’s choice of words. “I mean, witches kill people all the time.”

“Not in my town, cowboy. We have rules here. Not all witches live in the past. Nowadays we prefer not to sacrifice virgins or eat hearts.” Shuddering Dean looks at you when you start to laugh. “You should see your face, Dean. God, he believed I ate hearts, Eric.”

“I did, once or twice,” Eric grumbles, looking at Portia who tries to turn everyone’s attention back toward the problem she came for. “But I was a vampire back then.”

“Son of a bitch,” Dean curses, eyeing your familiar warily. “What is that thing? A familiar, a man, a cat, or a vampire?”

“Let me explain before we come back to Portia’s problem,” Sam nods, mesmerized by your presence.

“Go ahead before I kill Mr. black leather cat over there,” Eric hisses, close to showing Dean his teeth and claws. “Come on kitty, give it to me good.”

“Don’t tempt me, hunter. I’ll rip you apart with my teeth,” Dean grins at Eric who dares not to move closer to the hunter when you snap your fingers.

“Enough, Eric. Where are your manners? Stop the peeing contest and concentrate on the task at hand. Portia needs our help, we will help. Now let me tell the hunter your story and we can all go to James and find out if he did what everyone believes.”

“Do you purr when she crawls your ears, kitty boy?” Dean mocks again.

“Well, at least she crawls my ears,” Eric smirks, licking his lips lazily. “She’s the best at crawling my ears, hunter boy.”

“Alright,” you snap your fingers to turn Eric back into a cat. “Time out for you, Eric.”

“I’m sorry for my brother,” Sam shrugs. “He can be like a toddler when he’s jealous.”

“I’m not,” Dean grits out. “Kitty boy started the war.”

“Back to the story,” you pick Eric up, gently rubbing his back. “Eric used to be human, but he got turned into a vampire centuries ago. He lived like that, always hiding in the dark until he met a girl, she was special, but it ended in his death. I found his lost soul in the ether. A place where go if the big guy up the hasn’t decided where you end up. Eric did shitty things during his time as a vampire, but he sacrificed his life to save people.”

“I still don’t like him,” Dean looks at Eric in your arms and he swears, that cat just grinned at him when you crawled its ears. “Look at his face.”

“Anyways, I was looking for someone else. I needed answers but the soul was hiding from me that night. I found Eric, he was lost and just wanted to know where he’ll end up. Heaven, hell, the big empty.”

“I get it. The anticipation of death is worse than death itself,” you nod, smiling as Dean understand Eric’s feelings.

“I used a binding spell to bring his soul back and carried him in my chest until I found his body. I couldn’t let him stay a vampire, so I used a powerful spell and turned him into a familiar.”

Dean smirks, looking at Eric who stretches his body. “…and now he’s your kitty boy.”

“Dude, can you just not,” Sam sighs, shaking his head at Dean’s antics. “We should try to help James, Dean.”

“He’s a witch, Sammy. No one forced him to dive into that shit. James did it on free terms. If he’s in trouble, it’s his fault.”

“Why can’t you see not all witches are evil?”

“You see, here’s the thing…witches…” Dean clears his throat, “…not real fans, sweetheart. No offense. I’m sure you and Mr. kitty boy are nice but…”

“Moments ago you wanted to go for a wild ride with me, Dean,” you purse your red lips, mischief in your eyes. “Pity you are afraid of strong women. Such a shame,” you slide your hand over his chest up to his shoulder to grip him tightly. “I could’ve shown you there is a good boy inside of this cocky hunter.”

“Good boy,” Dean sweats. His Adam’s apple bobbles and you can see the curiosity in his eyes. “I…I just…”

“Back to James, Portia. Tell me everything on our way to my apartment. I don’t think you’ll find help among hunters,” you hold out your hand, smiling when Portia trustingly places her hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here…”

“Why are they here?” Eric hisses. His eyes narrow and you can feel the tension getting thicker anytime Dean grins at your familiar. “We could’ve solved the case without their help.”

“They know James better than I do, Eric. Let’s listen to Portia and decide later.” Portia nods, clearing her throat before she finally gets the chance to tell you about James and his nightmares.

“Well, something’s been happening to James. It started with headaches, screaming sounds in his ears, nightmares. He’s unable to sleep, think or work. I had hoped you can find a way to help him.” Portia continues, tells you he saw the murders before they happened. Your eyes meet Dean’s, and you know he believes James is guilty of murder.

“Sounds like someone tries to use his powers against him. I had a case like five years ago. A young and powerful witch suddenly dreamed she’s hurting her husband. One night, it happened for real. Everyone believed it was her slicing his throat open, I didn’t,” you explain, opening your spellbook. “There is a spell to plant memories into the person’s memory.”

“Wait…you mean, well shit,” Dean falls onto your favorite armchair, glancing around the room as you recite the spell and how it’s done. “So, someone is influencing James to make him look like a killer.”

“Exactly, Dean. You’re such a smart boy,” Dean swallows thickly. His pants feel too tight out of the blue and he needs to cover his ‘little problem’ with his hands. “But not anyone can use the spell. It must be someone powerful.”

“Your choice was bad, Spencer,” you slide your witch killing blade out. “Eric, bring James and Portia out. This is my game.”

“Little witch believes she can kill me,” Spencer cackles, throwing his head back. “I will kill you, Y/N. No one is more…” You use your powers to slam Spencer into the wall. Suprised he gasps when you hold him there. “Impossible.”

“No, sweetheart. This is my fate, you know. With every punishment, my strength grows. I’m a woman on a mission. We used to be powerful, graceful even. Now, look around this town. Rotten to the core,” you sigh. “I will end you fast. That’s more than you deserve.”

“Y/N,” Dean gasps when you ram the blade into Spencer’s chest, ending his life painless.

“He deserved to suffer, but that’s not my style, you know,” Dean nods when you step away from Spencer, chanting a spell. “His soul, I’ll send it to the empty. The place where angels end and powerful creatures like me…”

“Why are you here Dean?” you smirk, watching Dean walk into your apartment. He’s unsure, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “Does my good boy want to stay a little longer?”

His green eyes sparkle when you close the door, leaning against the wood to give him a once over.

“I…what you said…I…fuck…I mean. It was incredibly hot when you ordered me around,” you nod, stepping closer to Dean. He’s eying you warily when you slide your leather jacket down your shoulders, throwing it onto the couch.

“I want you in your underwear in 60 seconds. I’ll get something and if you are not in your boxers on my bed, I’ll get angry,” you purr, sliding your hand over Dean’s chest. “60 seconds, pretty boy…”

Dean pants, looking at his watch when you walk into the bedroom, wearing nothing but your panties and a bra. His cock twitches in interest when you slam the door shut.

“Don’t worry, Dean. Eric is not here tonight. I gave him a week off to do what familiars do.” You dip your knee into the mattress, eyes trained on Dean’s face when you slide your hands over his thighs.

“God,” you enjoy the groans leaving the hunter’s lips when you crawl between his legs, looking up at Dean. “I…I never gave up control before.”

“Just relax, Dean. I will not do anything you don’t want to. I want you to tell me your safe word,” Dean laughs nervously but he manages to choke ‘Impala’ out. “Impala got it. If I do not understand the word, say ‘red’ and I stop.”

“Okay…red. I get it,” Dean watches you run your hands over his chest. Anticipation taking over he moans, wanting to feel you touch him where he needs it the most.

“Look at you, already wanting it to end,” you purr. You grip his waist, leaning over the hunter to place a soft kiss above his belly button. “Just enjoy, Dean. We will only have sex tonight. No crops or the things I like to use.”

No woman ever touched Dean like you before. He’s putty in your hands when you crawl up his body to kiss along his neck, leaving little love bites.

“You smell good,” he nervously chews on his lower lip when you press a searing kiss to his collarbone. “Is that cream, perfume?”

Your lips wrap around one nipple and Dean looks at you wide-eyed. Licking around his other nipple you smirk as you can feel his erection press against your belly.

“Such a good boy. You’re so hard for me, baby.”

“Hard,” Dean pants. “All for you, Y/N.”

“All for me tonight, Dean. Now just enjoy and let me have you,” nodding eagerly Dean watches you hook your fingers into the elastic of his boxers. You drag the fabric down his body, a seductive smile on your lips when his cock springs free.

You throw his boxers over your shoulder, smiling when Dean looks down at you. On your knees you crawl back toward Dean, never breaking eye contact. “Shall I -erm, do anything?”

Shaking your head, you lean over his body, pecking his lips before you open the drawer of your nightstand to get a bottle out.

“For sensitive skin, baby,” Dean huffs when you crawl back between his legs. You unclasp the bottle, adding some lotion onto your hand.

The hunter’s eyes never leave your face when you grasp for his cock to gently run your hand up and down his length. You swipe your thumb over the tip, earning a deep growl when you dip your head to let your tongue take over.

“You taste good, but I want you…now,” Dean nods eagerly, cock already twitching in your hand. “Do you want me to fuck this nice dick?”

“Yes,” the hunter chokes out, looking at you, pleadingly, desperate. “Please…”

“Good boy,” you crawl back up his body, straddling his hips to rub your soaked pussy over his dick. “Feel this? That’s all for you, Dean.”

“Oh-god,” wetness coats his length and Dean is close to losing his cool when you raise your hips, gripping his cock with one hand to line him up with your dripping entrance.

You take him in, inch per glorious inch but it’s not enough for you. Your hands grasp for his waist when you slam down the last inches. Dean gasps, feeling your walls clench tightly around him.

“You feel so good, Y/N.”

You dig your knees into the mattress, lean forward over Dean, and rest on your elbows. His eyes search your face when you still your movement to feel his length press against your deepest point.

“Fuck,” you slowly rock back and forth. “You make me feel so full.” There is a cheeky grin on Dean’s lips when you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him fiercely. The hunter relaxed underneath you, just taking what you are willing to give.

“My pleasure, ma’am,” Dean smirks when you let go of him to grip his shoulders, now bouncing up and down on him. “Can I rub your clit, sweetheart? I’d like to make you feel good.”

“Not tonight, baby, I want you to give in,” you grab his wrists, pin them over his head with your powers when you start to move faster on top of him.

Dean moans your name when you rock your hips faster and faster until he can only give in and fall back against the pillow.

“I…I…oh-god,” Dean whimpers when you clamp down hard onto his length, squeezing him almost painfully. “Y/N,” cum fills your belly and you whisper ‘good boy’ earning a deep growl from the hunter.

“I must say, you live up to your reputation,” you fall onto Dean’s chest, panting heavily. “Do you want a shower or cuddles?”

“Will you call me unmanly if I say cuddles?” Grinning you peck his lips, before you rest your body on top of Dean’s. “Uh-erm, I’m kinda still inside of you.”

“I have a thing for cock-warming. You’ll get used to my kinks,” you smirk at Dean when you lift your head to meet his gaze. “Oh-yeah I almost forgot to tell you that Sam invited me to the bunker and I thought this would be a great opportunity to get to know you better…”

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Cry for me

CW: restraints, vomit mention, electrocution, implied noncon, knife cut (?)

Before | After

“Do you know what day is today, precious?”

Kiara glared at Blake, willing all her hatred to show through her eyes since she wouldn’t dare to voice it. She knew if she did, it would only buy her more pain.

They both knew the answer to the question. She had been asking him what day it was for the past… she didn’t know. The days started to blur together soon after she was kidnapped. And ever since they did, Kiara had been tormented by the helplessness of losing everything she ever had, even something as simple as knowing which day it was. Blake had taken so much from her already – her freedom, her house, her life. But it all only truly hit her when time was taken from her too.

Blake had watched her collapse to the floor and curl into herself as Kiara realized she was so completely in his mercy, she depended on him to know something as simple as the days. And he, always the bastard, rejoiced in her despair. Refused to tell her.

If she had to, Kiara would guess she was with him for a month now. Maybe two. Or something in between.

Blake patiently waited for her to answer, never looking away from her blazing gaze. Kiara sighed and hissed through gritted teeth “No, Blake, I don’t.”

“Better yet. Do you know what day is tomorrow?”

Kiara seethed. Oh, how did she want to spit in his face and tell him to fuck off. How did she want to scream and punch him senseless. If the threat of being pinned down and tortured mercilessly wasn’t constantly hovering over her head, she would’ve seriously considered it.

“Come on, don’t be like this, I’m only teasing you.” Blake crooned, brushing a finger under her chin and lifting it slightly. “Tomorrow is your birthday, sunshine.”

With only one sentence, a few well-chosen words, he knocked out all the air from her lungs. Tears welled up in her eyes, but Kiara made sure to squeeze them shut before Blake could see them.

Kiara would be 25 years old when midnight came. She had planned to throw a big party to celebrate it. Had been talking about it since she turned 24. Now, she would spend it with the man who was breaking her piece by piece, probably lost in a daze of hurt and despair. What a birthday.

“Don’t make this face,” he pouted, “you’re turning 25, it’s a beautiful age.”

“How do you know my age?” she asked, turning her face to the side, hoping he would let go of her chin. Thankfully, it worked.

“I know everything about you,” he grinned. A chill ran down her spine, even though she already knew that. She would’ve probably told him whatever he wanted to know either way – when he decided to take something from her, there was no holding it in. “What do you think about a birthday gift?”

She peered suspiciously at him. “A gift is only a gift if there are no strings attached to it. You never give me anything without expecting something in return.”

“You wound me like that, Kiara” Blake breathed, placing a mocking hand over his heart. “Now, seriously, I mean it this time. You’ve been good to me and I think you deserve a treat. So, what do you want?”

“For you to let me go.” His smirk vanished instantly at the response, and something dark replaced it, making her heart skip a beat. She was quick to correct the mistake. “I want a book.”

Tilting his head to the side, Blake narrowed his eyes and unclenched his fists. “Which book?”

“Any book. You can choose.”

She only started breathing again when Blake sighed and smiled, the immediate danger leaving his eyes as she gave him a wobbly smile of her own. He muttered an all right then before taking a handcuff from the nightstand and closing it around Kiara’s wrists. She shuddered, but let herself go limp under him and tried to think about which book he’d choose as he pulled her into the already well-known world of pain and fear.

The book was covered in ugly orange and blue wrapping paper. Blake sat across from her in the living room as she opened it, watching her intently. As soon as she set her eyes on the book, Kiara had to bite her lip to hold back the tears.

Heartless, from Marissa Meyer. The same book her brother had given her the Christmas before, and she had never read.

“Do you like it?” Blake asked, drinking in each emotion that passed through her eyes. “You had a lot of fantasy at your place, and the girl at the bookstore recommended it. It’s an imagined backstory to the Queen of Hearts.”

She didn’t know what was worse, for him to actually know which books she’d like, or that she actually felt a hint of gratitude sparking in her chest. It was twisted and painful, but he had given her a piece of her brother, even if he didn’t know it. A piece of the life she used to have, the person she used to be. Kiara nodded and thanked him, sincerely for once.

“I have a job to do, so I’ll leave you to it,” he said, seeming vaguely disappointed by her lack of enthusiasm. Little did he how fast her heart was pounding, or how hard it was to draw breath through the tightness in her throat.

Kiara missed a lot of things. Everything. But having a distraction, losing herself in a good story, was what she wished for the most after she’d accepted she wasn’t getting out of there anytime soon. Alone in the penthouse – aside from Blake’s employees, who never came too close to her –, she dived into the book until the story took her away from all the hurt, fear, and sadness.

The hours ticked by, but she only stopped reading to go to the bathroom once before returning to the book. As it was, she would be happy to be lost in just about any story, well written or not, but that was one of the good ones.

Pages flew by until she came to the end with tears streaming down her cheeks. It had been good, but so, so sad. Kiara sniffed as she closed it, a familiar peace enveloping her. That wonderful feeling of finishing a great book.

It didn’t last long, though. As soon as she looked up, green eyes pierced into her soul with a seriousness that made her quiver.

“You’re crying,” Blake stated.

“It was a good book,” she said, slowly. “Really good, but also really sad.”

“You never cry because of me.”

Kiara held the book to her heart as if it could protect her from the danger dancing inside of Blake’s eyes, around the edges of his words.

“You scream, and beg and comply, and yet you never once cried,” he said, taking a step closer. “But I leave you alone with a book for a day, and find you crying over a piece of paper.”

His voice was low, but there was something in the way he said it, the way his eyes swept over her, that had Kiara ready to go down on her knees and plead him for mercy.

“It suits you, the tears. It’s cute. But I want you to cry for me.”

Her stomach churned as Kiara brought her knees to her chest, uselessly hoping that if she made herself small enough, he might forget she was there. She knew it was an empty hope even before she did it. It always was, when he was staring at her like that, taking slow steps in her direction, just to watch the fear blossoming in her eyes.

He was right. He had done a lot to her, hurt her in more ways she could ever dream existed, more than she could remember by now, and yet she hadn’t cried once. Refused to. It was the last thing she had control over. The only thing.

“Cry for me, Kiara,” Blake ordered, crouching in front of her. “Cry for me and I won’t hurt you.”

The part of her that had learned to bend and obey shuddered, ready to do it. It wouldn’t be hard. She was always on the verge of tears nowadays. But even though part of her begged her to comply, Kiara gritted her teeth, raised her chin, and stared straight into his eyes.

“The fun way it is, then,” Blake crooned.

Before she could do as much as take a breath, he yanked her out of the couch, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her away, yelling and clawing at his back.

She knew it would only make things worse if she fought, but she also knew she would only cry if he did his worse anyway, so why not throw everything to shit? Her nails found skin under his shirt, and then blood. She was thrown on a table before any real damage could be done, though. Pity.

Kiara thrashed and cursed as Blake closed restraint after restraint around her until she could no longer move. Ankles, wrists, stomach, chest. She could only pant when he finished and towered over her defenseless figure.

“It really is a shame that you decided to behave like this on your birthday, of all days,” he sighed, holding up a knife where she could see it. Kiara’s entire body went rigid as its sharp point touched her temple. “This is for scratching me,” Blake whispered as he pressed the knife until it broke the skin in a shallow cut. And then dragged it down, all the way from her temple to her chin.

Kiara yelped, too stunned to even scream. It burned. Blood soaked her hair, slipped down her neck, warm on her already sweaty skin.

“I hate you,” she choked out, “you can say what you want to, but scaring me not to tell you how much I despise you doesn’t make it go away. I’ll always despise you. I’ll never be yours, no matter how many times you force me to repeat it.”

Blake snickered.

“We’ll see about that, sunshine.”

She continued to spit each hateful, panicked thought her mind could conjure. In the end, she knew all those words would render her was more pain, but at the moment the anger was something to hold on to other than fear. It almost muffled the hurt, too, so she grabbed the rage desperately and used it to try and shield her heart.

Something was stuck to her arms, her legs, her collarbones, but she didn’t give herself time to fear or wonder and just kept jerking against the harsh restraints and shouting her hatred.

Blake worked in silence, watching her resistance with a furrow in his brows.

“You are a fucking psycho, and you never–“ she grunted, cut off by a thick cloth being shoved into her mouth, making her gag. Kiara glared at Blake with wide, furious eyes, hoping he would read her contempt there. He only licked his lips, as if he could already taste her pain.

And then, in the blink of an eye, the entire world shattered around her and was replaced by pure agony.

Electricity coursed through her body, making her muscles constrict, her breath hitch, and a high-pitched screech fill the room. She was beyond any form of rational thought or normal sensation. The pain swallowed her whole until Kiara was nothing more than anguish and despair.

It stopped as suddenly as it started. In a moment she was enveloped in pain, and in the other she was trying and failing to curl into herself, begging muffled pleas.

When the last bolts of pain started to subside and her muscles slowly tried to relax from the painfully constricted position they were in, Kiara found Blake staring at her, looking amused. “The pain suites you, precious. The blood does too. At least you look pretty for your birthday.”

A sob tore through her throat and she closed her eyes fiercely to stop the tears from falling. As soon as she closed them, a pain unbelievably bigger took her away from any rational thought once more.

Pain was too small of a word to describe the unbearable shock that stole away anything she ever was, felt or thought, and left in her place a puddle of hurt.

It lasted forever. A life. Eternity.

When it ended, she felt bile in the back of her mouth, but couldn’t even vomit with the cloth pressed against her teeth. She sagged on the metal table, sleek with sweat, and choked on the gag and the dread.

Her throat felt raw from screams she didn’t remember screaming and her entire body shook and ached. The electricity might have stopped, but the pain didn’t, not in the slightest.

A chuckle filled her ears, accompanied by a gentle hand caressing her cheek. “If I take the gag out, will you be rude to me again?”

She didn’t have the energy to do anything. Not to nod or spit or even open her eyes, really. So Kiara kept them closed and tried to breathe through her nose as Blake pulled the cloth out of her mouth.

“I’m so very pleased with you, Kiara” Blake crooned, slowly unbuckling each restraint. She just laid there on a puddle of her own blood, too drained to move or think or talk. “It’s over now, my precious. You can rest.”

He sounded utterly amused. It was only when he opened the last restraint that her heart stopped for a moment.

Blake was pleased. But she hadn’t…

With shaky fingers, Kiara reached toward her eyes. She felt the wetness there, knew what it meant, but didn’t believe it until her fingertips stood right in front of her eyes, gleaming with tears.

“You didn’t even realize you cried, did you?” Blake murmured, running his fingers through her bloody hair. “Do you realize you’re crying right now?”

This time, when the sob came, there was nothing she could do to stop it. As well as the tears she suddenly felt as burning paths on her skin.

He had truly done it. He had taken everything from her. Every last thing.

Kiara sobbed as Blake picked her up and carried her to the room. She wept throughout the bath he gave her. As he tucked her in and shackled her hands to the bed, there was a steady stream of tears trailing down her cheek, even when the whimpers and sobs stopped.

She thought the tears were stopping when sleep made her eyelids heavy. She would be dehydrated if it went on for much longer.

But then, when Blake leaned in to kiss her cheek and murmured “happy birthday, sunshine,” the sobs started all over again.

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