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goldenlikedayl1ght · 2 months

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enter sandman - m. murdock

a/n: see me personally? never seeing the pearly gates. never ever. not after this one . enjoy. feedback always appreciated ! <3 warnings: guys... where do i fucking start. SMUT. SMUT!!!! GRAPHIC PORN!!!! no plot!!!! degradation!!! dumbification!!!! praise!!!! oral!!! (m recieving) cursing!!!! nicknames!!!! reader is female and has female parts and she/her pronouns!!!!! matt is cocky, mean!dom!matt, the ending is kind of cute, lots of inappropriate use of matts senses, uhhh guys let me know if i missed any because... wow. word count: 4.2k summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: enter sandman - metallica "exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land"

You have a horrible habit. Okay, you wouldn’t really consider it to be a habit per say, but you’re not proud of it. You will for it to end.

You can never seem to fall asleep. Staying asleep is easy, but getting there is a problem. Your mind is always racing, which causes you to spiral into a whirlpool of anxieties. You’re too busy thinking about your job, or what you’ll eat tomorrow, or when you’ll be doing your next load of laundry.

But most of all, what keeps you up at night is worrying about the devil. And not in the sense that you’re a holy catholic who wants to repent for her sins, either. Your worry for the devil comes because you’re hopelessly in love with him.

And you worry that one day he will come home damaged beyond repair. Maybe one day he will not come home at all, and you’ll have to hear about it on the news the next morning. It’s a hellish existence, loving the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, but you make do.

Like tonight—You had baked brownies earlier in the night, and then read your book for the better part of the night. You won’t allow yourself to fall asleep because the possibility of seeing him overwhelms you. But as the hours pass, you begin to lose hope.

And just as you you’re beginning to accept that he won’t be coming to see you and you’re really letting yourself drift, you feel a warm hand on your neck. He’s taken his gloves off tonight. You consider yourself blessed.

“Hi,” You mumble softly, your brain going all fuzzy with even just that bit of contact. You’ve missed him. “Was beginning to think you’d never show.”

But your devil is in no mood for simple pleasantries tonight.

“What have I told you about waiting up for me?”

“Not to?”

“I said,” His hand moves from its gentle place against your neck to grip your chin, “As long as you leave the window open I’ll know to just come in and take what I need.”

Your face flushes, and he grins, because he can tell that he’s making you flustered.

“Stop laughing at me.”

“No one’s laughing at you, sweetheart.” He hums.

“You are.” He shrugs gently. He’s wearing his black suit tonight, and it’s making you feel… a lot of things.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Damn him.

“Nothing!”

He leans forward and kisses you softly, and you lean up to try and kiss him further, but he pulls away, his grip returning to your chin, to keep you just centimeters away. The devil is an expert at reading you, despite his lack of sight. He has developed the habit of studying you, and knows that as of late, you’re not allowing yourself the pleasure of sleeping. He knows it’s because you’re so anxious and worried about every little thing, so tonight.. He intends to fix it. Or at least, maybe come up with a temporary solution.

“Liar.” He whispers and moves away further. “I’m not going to touch you until you tell me.”

Your devil is many things, but he does not bluff. He has this will of steel.

“I prefer it when you wear the black suit,” You tell him, “It’s not very protective, I know. But you look good in it.”

He makes a noise of realization, before moving his hand to slip under the hem of your shirt, resting his hand on your stomach. You shiver a bit, his hand warm against your skin. That’s what you get for wearing a tee shirt and shorts to bed every night, he’d tell you.

“That’s my smart girl.” Your heart flutters. “Mm, you really like that huh?”

“You’re awful.” You always pretend to hate how he reads you, but secretly, although you suspect he knows it, you love that someone knows you so well. He grins and his hands move again, this time picking you up into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. “Hey! Not cool, we talked about picking up when we have no warning—” You cut yourself off with a grunt when he tosses you onto the bed.

“Shut up.”

He hears no objections.

Just as quickly as you’re thrown on the bed, he is above you, mask still on, kissing your neck.

“Wanna play a game, sweetheart?” He asks, hands on your hips, his fingers creeping up the hem of your shirt. You shiver again, and he just grins “You can answer.”

“Sure. I like games.” Your voice is meek, too busy enjoying all the contact with him. He hums softly.

“I know you do, and you’re just so good at them.” You grin against his skin as he kisses your cheek. “See that? That’s what I want to know.” You’re a bit lost.

“Know what?”

“I want to know what turns you on more— praising you or degrading you.”

What a fun game to play with a human lie detector.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay, let’s play.” You confirm. He kisses you quickly.

“Good girl.” You hum softly, but it isn’t quite what he’s looking for. It’s good, don’t get him wrong, but he’s after more. “Tell me about your day, baby.” He continues to plant kisses along your skin. You know this isn’t a request but rather a requirement of the game.

“Well, I had work today, then I had to stop at the grocery store. I made dinner and—” You’re cut off by a kiss to a sensitive spot on your neck, because you can’t help but let out a gasp of pleasure.

“What? A few kisses and you’re already turning dumb for me?” You shudder softly, your heartbeat steadily increasing. The deep cadence of his voice paired with his words make you want to just melt. “Oh, there she is..”

He lets go of your arms for just a moment to slip your shirt off. Then, your hands are back above your head, held down by his grip. He moves on from your neck and begins to kiss down.

“I like this game.” You manage out, and he chuckles.

“I know you do. You know how?”

You think about it for a moment before you answer. You want to be right.

“You can hear my heartbeat?”

“And I can smell you. You like this a lot. More than you like me?” He continues to kiss down your torso.

You don’t answer for a second. He bites your skin gently, prompting you to answer.

“No.” You answer, “No, I don’t like anything.. anyone more than you.”

He kisses the spot where he bit softly.

“Even smart girls need to be reminded sometimes.” Is all he says before he continues to kiss you. You try to hide it, try to hide your reaction to the words, but he grins against your skin.

“Matt..” you groan out softly because his kisses have stopped.

“What?”

“Why’d you stop?” You whined.

“You’re my smart girl, why don’t you tell me?” You pause, biting your lip. “Is it because you can’t? Do you like being dumb for me, smart girl?” You want to defend yourself, but he bites your skin again.

“Yes!” you respond, and he does the same thing he did before—He kisses where he bit.

“Good girl.” He responds. “I like making you dumb just from a few kisses anyways.” He tells you, finally reaching your stomach with his kisses. “I love my dumb little smart girl.” The cadence he has to his voice makes you whine again. He knows every part of you, even the parts you never wanted to tell him about. He’s just too observant. “I love that despite how well behaved and good you are, you’re dumb enough to be talked down to like this, by some strange man who just crawled through your window.”

You answer before you can think about it. You’re smart enough to know that he’s at least half right.

“You’re not just anyone, you’re my Matt.”

“Your Matt?” He hums. “Your Matt, My ditzy smart girl.” He grins, before placing one last kiss right above the waistline of your shorts.

He moves so he can kiss your lips again, kissing you quick before pulling off his mask so you can see his face. He has a cut on his forehead and a bruise forming on his cheek. It’s clear he had a good night though, or else this wouldn’t be happening.

“Your face..” You frown, concern in your voice.

“Observant and smart?” He teases, kissing your forehead. “What happened to wanting to be dumb for me?”

You’re almost embarrassed of it now.

“You’re being mean.” You say quietly.

“Mean? Me? To my best girl?” He kisses you quickly again. “Never.” He hums. One of his hands goes down to your thigh, his fingertips inching up.

“Never.” You echo.

“What do you say, smart girl?” He asks, “Wanna play a few more games? See just how desperate I can make you?”

You huff at his words, your brain short circuiting to the point where you speak before you can really think.

“I just want you to fuck me!”

He stops just as he’s about to pull off your shorts and slithers back up so the pair of you are face to face.

“First of all,” he places a kiss to your lips gently, “You are not in a position to be making demands, pretty girl. Second,” He kisses you again, “Such a foul mouth for such a dumb baby,” You let off a soft whine, and he has the audacity to mock your whine, “I know, it’s not much of a lecture when you like when I talk to you like this,” He hums. “And third, I know you’re smarter than to be a brat.” He says gently, kissing you again.

“I’m not a brat.” You whine, and again, he mocks you before devolving into a deep chuckle, leaning in to kiss you.

“I love you.” He says, with a grin on his face.

He’s gentle with you for a few moments, softer. You decide that now is your chance, and if you don’t act now, you’ll spend the rest of your night under his thumb. So, you flip over and have him under you, as you sit on his lower stomach. His hands come up to the back of your thighs.

“I’ve got you now, Devil.” You grin, leaning in to kiss him. But before you can, he’s flipping you back over, keeping you pinned by your legs.

“Brat.” he accuses, leaning in to kiss you again. You huff. “Easy, pretty girl, your attitude is getting the best of you.”

You frown and turn your head when he goes to kiss you.

“Tell me I’m not a brat and I’ll kiss you.” You demand, and he grins, but this time it isn’t soft. It’s almost wicked. He grabs your chin roughly and tilts your head towards him, before kissing you roughly.

“What did I tell you?” he asks. “Come on, smart girl, I know you remember.”

“That I was in no position to make demands?”

“That’s right.” He coos, “Now, baby, do you want to hear what I had planned for you tonight?”

You must admit, you’re very curious.

“Sure, Matty.” His grin widens.

“Well, I was planning on playing this little game with you, then eating you out until your thighs are shaking,” You let out a whine, but he just shushes you softly, “Sh, sh, sh… You wanted to hear, so listen.” He hums. “Then, I was going to fuck you until you were full of my cum.” He tells you.

Then, he lets out a disappointed sigh.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That was what I was planning on, but because you decided to be a brat, I have a new plan.”

“I liked that plan so much though..”

“I know, Sweetheart, me too.. But you’re the one who ruined it.” He reminded, leaning in, and biting your jaw between his fingers. His hand positioning is not exactly choking, but the grip is tight enough to leave marks. He feels you grind your hips up a bit, and chuckles again. “Smart girl, already figuring out what’s next.”

You tilt your head in confusion, but before you know it, he’s repositioning you so you’re in his lap at the edge of the bed. He pats your thigh gently.

“Get up for me, Honey. Then you got to take your shorts off for me.” You do as you’re told, no longer interested in fucking up his plans. Then, he pulls you back onto his lap, and he hums gently. You decide to take a risk and bring your hands up to his jaw, and then up towards his mask.

“Please?” You ask gently. “Wanna see you..” He nods softly, letting you pull off his mask, as his head tilts to the side to kiss your palm.

“You remember who’s in charge, right, sweetheart?”

“You, devil.”

“That’s right, angel.” He praises, “And that’s why you’re going to ride my thigh.” You let out a soft whine, and he shakes his head, “No, no whining from you, sweet girl. You wanted to be a brat, so you gotta reap what you sew.”

He holds your hips as you begin to grind against his thigh, and Matt focuses on the way your breathing hitches as you rub against his thigh. Your hands grip his shoulders as he begins to kiss your neck again.

Your skin burns with need, and your hips roll faster as your breath speeds up, and slowly, minute by minute, you’re edging closer to your release. But he knows you’re close to coming undone not only because of how your skin is hot, and your breath is airy, but because you’re making such a mess.

You’re definitely staining his pant leg with your wetness, because after his insatiable teasing, you’re just desperate for him, and oh so sensitive. The speed of your grinding increases, and then, because he wants to see you break, he starts to bounce his leg up so that in addition to your grinding, it’s overwhelming you.

“Matt,” you say, breathlessly. “Matt, please..”

“Please what, smart girl? What do you want?” He’s really going to make you ask for it. This is all part of his game.

“Please..” You start, resting your head on his shoulder. “Please, can I come?”

“What was that, baby? I didn’t hear you.”

Oh, now he’s being a fucking dick. You know he can hear you, with his damned super senses. Nonetheless, you pick your head up and manage to get it out.

“Please let me come,” You beg, and he laughs.

“You know what’s funny, baby?” You let out a whine. “You’re so smart, always holding the world on your shoulders, and yet.. A little bit of teasing and riding my thigh, and you can barely get a sentence out.. You’re being so good for me, baby. So good at following orders,” He bites your neck. “So, go ahead and come for me, sweet girl.”

As soon as those words leave his lips, you’re letting go, the tight knot in your stomach finally snapping. You moan into his ear, his hands on your side to keep you stable as you come undone. He keeps bouncing his leg to have you ride out your high as your legs begin to shake. You’re making all of these pretty noises for him, and the smell of your juices are overwhelming for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, kissing you softly. He’s back to being rather gentle with you. But his cock is incredibly hard against his pants, and he needs to feel you clench around him. “Can my pretty baby ride my cock?” You’re shaking but you nod gently.

He knows you’re verging on the edge of being unable to do much else, but he wants to see how far he can push you. So, he pats your leg again and you stand up. His hands come up to undo your bra and pull off your panties.

He holds them in his hands for a moment, breathing in deeply as your scent continues to overwhelm him. He wastes no more time, pulling off his shirt and then starting to unbuckle his black pants. On instinct, you’re on your knees, with this.. primal desire to suck him off.

He takes a deep breath, his hand going to your hair and pushing your hair from your face. You lean into his touch, smiling softly up at him. He knows how much you like just thoughtless sex—You value long, intimate nights too, but after a long week, you need to shut off your brain and he needs to take control.

“Wanna suck my cock first, baby? You’re so good for me..” He says softly, slipping down his boxers.

“Just wanna be good for you,” You hum, eying his glistening hardness. You can’t deny that he looks truly crafted by the hands of God—Most of his body is glistening with sweat, cock glistening with precum. He is heavenly and the only thing you’ll ever want to worship.

“You’re so good for me. My dumb little smart girl.” The name form earlier makes you weak, as you lean in and begin to lick his tip. His hand grips your hair as he inhales sharply. “Careful, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to guide you in sucking him dry.

His hand guides you as your head bobs against his cock, the taste of him turning your brain further into mush. He makes sure to guide you at a steady pace, moaning out praise, and occasionally degradation.

“So fucking good for me,” He gasps out, “My good little girl.. Sucking my cock so good—Ah, fuck..” He gasps as you quicken your pace. “Sucking me like the little slut you are..” You moan against cock at that, and he gasps, before it devolves into a low chuckle. “And you like it, too.. Being called my little slut.. Good little slut, just for me.. Got you trained so well..” He holds on for a few more moments before he comes into your mouth, panting softly.

His cum dribbles down your chin as you swallow most of it, so his hand comes up to your chin to gently wipe the dribble off before he slips his thumb into your mouth.

“Every last drop for me, angel.” He requests. You happily suck on his thumb for a few moments while he recovers. Then, he leans down and picks you up, resting you on the bed again. “Now you’re gonna ride me, right, pretty?”

“Mhm..” You smile, and as soon as he lays back on the bed, you’re on top of him. His cock slides against your folds and you whine a bit, just desperate for the feeling of him filling you up. “You know how badly I want your cock..” He grins at this.

“You have it, angel. Just gotta ride me, okay?” You hum in response. You slowly lower yourself down onto his cock, taking a few minutes to adjust to the size of him. But your slow pace is not quick enough for Matt, whose hands find your hips (for the millionth time tonight) and quickly slides his entire length into you.

You moan loudly, a feeling of pain and pleasure blurring together as he hits just the right spot to make you see stars.

“Matt, fuck,” You whine, wanting to take a second to catch your breath.

“Color?” It’s a safe word system—He knows he might have taken it a tad too far, pushing into you like that.

“Green,” You promise.

“Okay, good.” He leans up and kisses your forehead gently, a sign of the gentleness that resides in his demeanor despite just how into his dominate behavior you are. He begins to roll his hips, and revels in the sound of the pretty screams coming out of your mouth as he begins to pound into you. “I’ve got you fucked dumb, baby? Can’t even ride my cock properly?” He asks, pulling you in to kiss your skin.

“No,” You protest, “I can do it,” It comes out whinier than you wanted it to—Much whinier, but you can’t deny that he’s wrong about that first part. Your brain is blurry in the best way. He hums in approval before gently pushing you away from his lips.

“Prove it, then.” He demands, and his hips are no longer bucking into you. Instead, you shakily begin to bounce against his cock, using his moans and gasps as guidance. His hands grip your thighs as you ride him. “There you go, angel. It’s not too much for you, right?” He hums.

“No!” You protest again, “No, Sir, I can take it,” He grins at the slip of the title. He swats the side of your thigh, rubbing it softly after you yelp, but it quickens your pace. His brain is beginning to fog too, so he knows he wants to get a few more comments out.

“Fucking liar,” he laughs, “Even when your.. fuck..” He gasps, the feeling of you clenching around him overwhelming him. “When you’re bouncing on my cock and moaning for me, you’re still lying..” His one hand travels to play with your clit, rubbing small circles into it. “So,” He takes a deep breath, leaning forward to rest his forehead on your shoulder, before picking his head back up. “I’ll ask you again.. Is it too much for you, my ditzy girl?”

Tears prick your eyes, as you will your brain to come up with a comprehensive answer.

“Yes!” You admit, “it’s too much,” You pant, but because you don’t say ��red’ he keeps going.

“Aw, I know, honey,” He plants a soft kiss to your lips, the hand that isn’t rubbing circles into your clit coming up to brush sweaty hair from your face. “But you can take it. Come on, sweet thing, I know..” He hums. “Come for me, baby..”

And you do—You come hard, your vision going white for a fraction of a second as you let out these angelic noises. He doesn’t give a damn about noise complaints right now, all he can focus on is the smell of your sweat, your cum, and your pretty little noises.

You continue to rock your hips, wanting to feel his cum fill you up. And after a few more minutes, your wish comes true, as he grips your hip tightly with one hand as he comes deep inside you, as you roll your hips just a few more times, riding the last waves of a euphoric high.

His chest is heaving as you slump down against his chest. The pair of you are sweating, but he still looks so beautiful like this. His cock still fills you, his cum deep within you. His hand gently runs up and down your back,

“How’s my sweet girl doing..?” He’s afraid he went too far with you, hoping his words didn’t push you into a bad headspace. It’s happened before, where you just needed time to come back to reality. But tonight, you’re exhausted in a whole new way. You’re happy that you’ll actually be able to sleep.

“I’m good,” You promise. You’re sweaty, out of breath and completely fucked out of your mind.

He takes your jaw in his hand and tilts your head up so you’re looking in his general direction.

“You know I don’t really think you’re dumb, right?” He just needs to make sure.

“I know,” You giggle, “But it’s pretty hot in the moment. Besides, you took care of me.”

He grins and kisses your forehead.

“I’ll always take care of you.” He promises. You know he means it, too. Your Matty, always taking care of you. “You know you don’t need to worry about everything, right? You don’t have to hold the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“I know,” You start, “But you’re always so busy with the firm, and being Daredevil, and—” He hushes you softly.

“I am never too busy for you.” He says gently. “I know I can’t do your job for you, but I can be more careful and help with dinner, you know.” He just wants you to be less stressed all the time, the hypocrite.

“Okay.” You say gently. “Thank you, Matt.” He holds you close and places a soft kiss to your head.

“You’re still shaking,” He says gently, “But you need to shower.” He says softly, moving now so that he can carry you to your bathroom. You whine at the feeling of emptiness you’re left with when he slides out of you, and he just laughs. “I know, Baby, I know.”

Matt is just a general fan of taking care of you. Even when you’re fucked out of your mind like you are right now. You love that about him.

You love that the devil is so devoted to you. It stirs something deep inside you that you can’t quite voice. Matt knows it, too.

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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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Thicc MILF!R being shamelessly hit on & loved on by a pair of twins, Kate & Hailee (and one of the twins is packing a massive cock)

ME OR HER?

PAIRINGS: Hailee Steinfeld x reader, Kate Bishop x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,501

WARNINGS: small angst, fluff, jealousy, double ending, this is actually horrible plz ignore this, uhm it seems dark but it’s then not…., R has a son, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Ignore this guys I hate how I wrote this sm…

The twins stared down at each other, both chugging down their shots before sharing a glance with you.

“They’re mine, Hailee.” You sighed, feeling her hand come to the bottom of your back.

“Oh, really? Whose bed were they in last week, then?”

“Hailee! Please, can we not bring my sex life up.” You looked around to make sure no one else heard the comment she made, only to remember you were allowed into the VIP section with the two women and only them. Kate turned to face you, hoping her seductive eyes would cause you to fall into her trap.

“Baby, we’ve been together so long-“

“We were together, Katie. Look, both of you, I’m single now and I want to keep it that way, and I don’t want to mess up your relationship anymore than I already have.” You tried to move from the booth, but you were soon pulled in by Hailee and felt yourself being placed onto her lap.

“Hailee, it was a last time thing, never to happen again.” She groaned and wrapped her arms around your waist, placing a peck on your shoulder with a grin.

“Please, love, I’ll give you the entire fucking world if you just let me.” Your eyes fell on Kate who was biting her lip to hold back, her fingers tightening around her glass.

“You know you want me, Y/N, that’s why you can’t resist me. We’ve gotten together so many times because in the end you know you can’t get rid of me.” She spoke up, tapping the table with her other hand.

“We’ve also broken up just as many times, and I don’t want to be with either of you again.” She scooted impossibly closer, placing her hand on your thigh that Hailee tried to push off.

“And James? He loves me, baby, he even called me mama. Don’t you want someone who your dear little boy loves?”

“Don’t bring him into this.” She smirked at your annoyance, and Hailee’s hold on your waist tightened. It made you remember where you were and caused you to tense. Kate suddenly stood and soon found herself standing right in front of you as she looked down, desperate to reach out and touch you.

“There’s nowhere to go, Y/N. We own this piece of shit, you think they won’t listen to us? You’re locked in, and you’re not leaving until you tell us who you want.” You gulped fearfully, eyeing the door that you noticed was turned in a different direction and realized she wasn’t lying. Your breath became uneven as you thought about your options, it was very few.

“And if I couldn’t choose? What then?”

“You will choose, there’s no other choice.” Hailee responded, and you were forced to remember her intoxicating touch and raspy voice. You worried that if she moved then you’d feel more than you wanted, and you’d have an even more difficult time deciding between who to let go.

“Please, if you let me go, I’ll tell you! James is home and my friend is with him, he misses his momma.” You began growing scared of the two women and what they could do, even if you had known them for years it felt like all of that had vanished.

“Don’t you worry about him, love, he’s perfectly fine.” The younger twin, Kate, reassured you.

“We wouldn’t dare hurt him or you, baby, you just need to come to terms with yourself already.” Hailee followed her sister, the two holding a heavy eye contact that you couldn’t read.

ENDING 1: KATE

“I- I can’t decide, I shouldn’t have to; this is foolish!” Kate stared you down with determination, her lips aching to collide with yours as you glanced between her eyes and mouth on occasion.

“We both know it’s always been me, Y/N. Ever since high school it’s been me, Hailee was only some dumbass you used when you missed me and you know it.” The twin was growing a deeper level of anger the more Kate spoke, and she quickly came to defend her side.

“Remember all those talks we shared? Remember how you’d come to me and cry on my shoulders because you felt so guilty that you still loved me whenever you were with her? I know you need me, you’ve always loved me.” You sighed and tried to loosen yourself once again. You made eye contact with Kate, giving a sad smile as you leaned your head down.

“Hailee, Kate’s right. I’m sorry but, it’s always been her, even when I loved you I always loved her more. I’m sorry.” You bit your lip as you played with your fingertips, and you felt guilt beginning to invade your body. This wasn’t fair. Why were they doing this to you?

“Yes! I knew it! I fucking told you, didn’t I?” She glanced at her sister with a smirk that carried a smile behind it, shrugging her shoulders as she placed her hand on top of yours to guide you up for her lap.

“You’re a bitch, you know that?”

“Mm, call me a bitch all you want but I’m the one who won in the end?” You shared a shocked glance between the two, your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, this was all just a stupid bet between you two? You got me scared for nothing?” They both laughed lightheartedly as if you hadn’t been in true, genuine fear only moments ago.

“It was just a little joke, baby. Well, plus a twenty-dollar bet between us.” Hailee handed her the bill from her pocket with an eye roll.

“So, that was all for nothing? I thought you two were going to, like, I don’t know, kill me, or something!” Hailee stood suddenly, and it was still difficult to make eye contact with her knowing deep down she was hoping you chose her.

“Oh, please, this one here cries when she steps on an ant, you really think she’d try to hurt you?”

“You’re the one still scared of spiders!”

“So are you!” You let out a breath of relief as the two began a banter, your mind now at ease as you knew you were safe in the arms of Kate.

ENDING 2: HAILEE

“Kate, Hailee’s right. I’m sorry but, it’s always been her, even when I loved you I think I always loved her more. I’m sorry.” You bit your lip as you played with your fingertips, and you felt guilt beginning to invade your body. This wasn’t fair. Why were they doing this to you?

“Fuck! You had to go with that one? I lost because of you.” The older sister glanced at her with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned her head onto your shoulder.

“Hand it over, Kit Kat?”

“Stop calling me that already, you child.” You shared a shocked glance between the two, your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, this was all just a stupid bet between you two? You got me scared for nothing?” They both laughed lightheartedly as if you hadn’t been in true, genuine fear only moments ago.

“It was just a little joke, baby. Well, plus an extra way to pay for my shopping trip tomorrow.” Kate handed her the bill from her pocket with an eye roll as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, that was all for nothing? I thought you two were going to, like, I don’t know, kill me, or something!” Kate sat back down with a grunt suddenly, chugging down her martini that you forgot she had ordered nearly an hour ago. It still hurt to look at her, but you knew you had made the right decision.

“Oh, please, this one here cries when she steps on an ant, you really think she’d try to hurt you?”

“You’re the one still scared of spiders!”

“So are you!” You let out a breath of relief as the two began a banter, your mind now at ease as you knew you were safe in the arms of Hailee.

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luke-hughes43 · 5 months

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Yes post the angst please

Stella Gets Hurt | Luke and stella

(Disclaimer, the injury aspect of this is not fully true. The how and nature of the injury is accurate but the diagnosis and treatment stuff is totally not accurate.)

(Also, I used to play softball so I might’ve gotten a little carried away with the in game detail.)

(Also can write a part 2 if you want)

Part 2

Stella’s POV

So today we were playing Ohio State at home. It’s been about 2 weeks since the hockey team was beat in the Frozen Four in Boston and Luke was devastated. But ever since his season ended, he’s been at every home game. I made the starting lineup for this game and I was batting 4th while playing center field.

It’s current the 4th inning, OSU scored in the first inning on a home run, so it’s 1-0. I am leading off the inning. The first pitch is a ball, second one is a strike, so right now the count is 1-1. I look down at coach and acknowledge the signal of swing away.

The pitch comes in right in my sweet spot and I swing and crush it. I drop the bat and run to first. I notice that the ball land over the fence as I round first and the whole team is cheering so loud. I can hear Luke and the guys cheering for me too since he brought the team with him. I have a smile on my face as I make contact with the base and my knee gives out on me.

There’s a pop and I instantly fall, clutching my knee in pain.

I cry in pain and the tears have already started flowing. I’m clutching my knee but I’m also trying to force myself to stand. At this point the whole stadium has gone quiet and I can hear Luke yell, “Stella?!.” I manage to get up and try to make a step towards second base but I fall as soon as I try to put pressure on my right knee.

I try a couple more times to get up and I eventually make it to second base but I can’t force myself up anymore. I just end up on the ground holding my knee. The trainer comes out and talks to me. He says, “What happened?”

“My knee gave out when I rounded first. I tried to keep going because if I didn’t then the run doesn’t count but it hurts so much and it just keeps giving out. There was a pop, it’s my acl isn’t?”

“Most likely. I wanna get you back to the training room so I can actually look at it. That sound good to you?”

“I wanna touch the bases first. I have to. Touching home makes it 31, I’ll officially have the single season fro homerun by a freshman. I need this. Please let me try.”

“Ok. Let me talk to the umpire, see what we can do.” He says. I get myself sitting up right finally waiting for the trainer to come back. He comes back shortly and says, “In order for the homerun to count, you have to touch the bases but no one from our team can assist you. You have to do it yourself or it won’t count.”

“Ok.” I move so that I am on my hands and knees and force myself to stand. I take a deep breath and manage to take a few steps before my knee gives out again. I hear two girls ask the umpire, “Hey blue, if we help her touch the bases, will it count?”

“Yea, I don’t see why not.” He says. The two girls come over and over a hand to me. I accept and we start our way towards 3rd. Number 3 says to me, “I’m Ashley by the way.”

“Stella.”

Number 7 then says, “Sarah. That was a great hit. We know it was for the ncaa freshman record.” Ashley then adds on, “Our schools may have a long hatred for each other but you earned this record so we wanna give it to you. Especially since your season is probably over.”

I say as we touch 3rd, “Thank you. This means more than I’ll ever be able to tell you.” I make eye contact with Luke and I can see the worry on his face. I give him a small smile with a nod and hopefully that tell him I’m ok.

“It’s the least we can do.” Sarah says.

We approach home plate and I can see my team waiting for me. I smile at the girls, we make it to home plate but stop about a step before the plate. They let go and say, “You got this. You deserve to touch the plate without help.” I smile at both of them and say, “Thank you.”

I pause and take a deep breath before taking the step to touch the plate. Once my foot touches the plate, the two girls closest to me immediately grab onto me so that I don’t fall. The whole stadium starts clapping. At this point, the adrenaline has worn off and all I can feel is excruciating pain down my right leg. Two of my teammates help me down the stairs and down the tunnel to our locker room. It was Emerson and Lauren, two girls in my grade that weren’t playing today. I say to them, “Thanks.” They nod and stay with me until the trainer comes in.

I ask him, “How bad is it?”

“I don’t know. You said there was a pop?”

“Yea. And it hurts so much.” He nods and start feeling around my knee. He says, “I’m gonna pull the pant leg up and your socks down to look at it better, it that ok?” I nod and try to fight the tears. He does whatever he has and is messing around with my knee for what feels like eternity. Eventually he says, “So, I performed a Lachman’s test, which is used to rule out an ACL injury. And unfortunately, it confirmed my suspicions. I think you tore your ACL, we’re gonna need an MRI to really confirm it but it looks that way. I’m sorry Z.”

“I figured as much. How early can we get an MRI?”

“Once the game is over, I’ll call our ortho surgeon and ask him when we can get it done. If we can get everything done early, you hopefully will be able to come back for next season, but that’s only if we get on this now.”

“Ok. I’m assuming that I’m gonna be sporting a knee brace and crutches for the time being?”

“Yea. Until we can get the swelling to go down and and the pain to decrease. I really am sorry Stella but your season is over.” He says and I can feel the remorse in his voice. I nod and don’t really say anything. He then says, “I can let someone down here for you if you want. If your family is here at all.”

“Can my boyfriend come down? He’s all I have in Michigan right now.”

“Yes. I can ask one for the girls to tell him to come down.” He says and then continues by saying, “I’ll give you some privacy to get changed out of your uniform. You’ll probably be more comfortable if you change and here’s those crutches so you can get to the locker room. I’ll leave a bag of ice for you as well.” I nod and wait for him to leave to really let the tears flow. I hobble to the locker room and change quickly before going back to the training room.

I grabbed my phone and call my mom in tears. She answers instantly, “Stella?”

“Momma?”

“Honey, what’s wrong? We were watching the game and saw you go down after you hit first. What happened?”

“The trainer thinks it’s my ACL. It hurts so much momma.”

“Oh sweet girl, I’m so sorry.”

“But I did it, I got the record. Today was 31.”

“I’m proud of you honey. Are you ok?”

“Not in the slightest. Someone is getting Luke so that I’m not alone. My season is over, I’m probably gonna need surgery. The trainer is calling the surgeon and is gonna try to get me in for an MRI tonight.”

“Ok. Do you want me and your dad to fly out?”

“Not yet. I wanna get more answers about it before I ask you guys to do that. Besides, I have finals this week and I need to study for them.”

“Ok. You say the word and your dad and I will be on the next flight to michigan.” Mom says softly. I lay back on the table and convert the call to a FaceTime. She accepts instantly and I can her face drop when she sees me. She says softly, “Oh honey. I’m so sorry. Do you want me to stay on while you wait for Luke?”

“Yes please.”

“Oh baby.” She says. We don’t say much until I hear a knock on the door. I croak out, “Come in.” The door opens and it’s Luke. He lets out a breath and says, “Oh Stella.” He comes over and hugs me. I finally break and start sobbing. He holds me tighter and rubs my back in an effort to calm me down.

I feel him take my phone and can hear him talking to my mom. He says, “Hey Mrs. Zegras.”

“Hi Luke. You can call me Julie.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok.”

“I got her. And I promise to keep you posted.”

“Thank you. Should I make plans to come out?”

“Probably. She probably already told you no but I think she’ll want you to come out. I already texted my mom just in case. I promise, I got her.”

“Thank you Luke. Stella, I love you honey. Keep me posted please?”

“I love you too momma.” I say and my mom hangs up. I cling to Luke and he holds me tight while I cry. He rubs my back and says softly, “Hey just breathe for me Stella. Just breathe baby. You’re ok.”

I try to take some deep breaths and calm down but it hurts so much. I croak out, “It hurts babe.” He says reassuringly, “I know baby, I know. It’s gonna be ok.” I just hold him tighter and try to breathe through the pain. Eventually, the trainer comes back in and to see me. He says, “I can come back if you want.”

“No, let’s just get this over with.”

He nods, “I called the surgeon. He can get you in tonight for an MRI at 8. He can see you again on monday to talk about the results and everything with you. I would recommend calling your parents and seeing if they can come out.”

“Ok.” I nod. I then ask quietly, “Anything else?”

“Non weight bearing until told otherwise. Ice every 2 hours, 20 minutes on and then 20 minutes off. obviously we want you to come the rest of the weekend but just take it easy for the next few days. Stay of the best you can, elevate your knee. Do you want me to go with you to the MRI?”

“I’m good. I’d rather just go by myself. Get it over with. Is the game over?”

“Yea. Lost 6-2. Sorry kid.” He says regretfully. I mutter quietly, “It’s fine. Can I go home now?”

“Yea. I’ll check in tomorrow before the game. Just take it easy and make sure to get to that MRI.” He says. I nod and wait for him to go. Luke says, “Let’s get you back to the dorms sweet girl.” I nod again and he helps me get off the table. Once I find my balance, I look up at Luke and say, “Hey lukey?”

“Yea?”

“Can I get a kiss please?”

He smiles and then leans down to kiss me softly. When he pulls away he says, “You never have to ask stel.” He kisses me again, “I love you Stella.”

“I love you too.”

“Come on baby. Let’s get you out of here and get you some rest.” He says. I nod and follow him out of the room. I head down towards the locker room and say, “You can’t come in. Team rule, and I don’t know if anyone is still in there. I’ll be quick, I just need my bag.” He nods and I head in.

Luckily, no one was int here so I could get in and out without having to answer a bunch of questions. I leave the locker room and say, “Let’s go please?”

“Of course Stella.”

He helps me back to my dorm and lifts me into my bed. He sets me up with the pillows and the ice from the trainer. He says, “I’m gonna head back to my dorm to grab a few things. Do you need anything?”

“Just you.”

“10 minutes sweet girl.” He says. He leaves and comes back in no time. I smile when he comes back in and then climbs into bed to cuddle with me. He pulls me close to him and says, “Get some rest sweet girl. I’ll wake you when you need to get up for your MRI. Just get some rest baby.”

He rubs my back and right before I drift off to sleep I hear him whisper, “God I love you Stella. Forever my best girl.”

#luke hughes #umich hockey #stella zegras

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 1 year

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Wildest dreams, pt. 23

Summary: It’s time for the truth to come out.

Warnings: angst, fluff, sexual innuendos, swearing, talking about death

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Paul didn't know the moment it all went too far until he found his imprint had distanced herself from him.

Despite her initial ultimatum regarding his carefully guarded secret, Y/N remained cordial with him. They'd tell each other about their day, eat their meals in silence and fall asleep in the same bed.

For a while, Paul would find her awake beside him when he'd break free from the nightmare, her worried eyes resting upon him while her lips pressed in a thin line. She didn't say much whenever it happened, simply allowing him to seek comfort in her embrace. She doesn't let him touch her in the day, but she initiated each hug in the night.

It made Paul feel more guilty because he didn't tell her he lost control and shifted nor of what Jacob had informed the pack about. Truth be told, he's trying to find a way to prevent Jacob's plans or to delay them long enough for him to patch things up with Y/N and leave La Push.

Jacob decided otherwise.

"He's coming back", Y/N breathes out, her hand over her heart. Looking at Paul, her lips form a smile - the first real smile Paul had seen in a week. "Jacob's coming home!"

Swallowing thickly, Paul sits down. He can't explain it, not to himself and certainly not to Y/N but his mind has not been his own since the morning he woke to the news of Jacob's return. Something inside him insisted it would bring about dangers Paul cannot defend against and in his heart, he knew it could be the reason for Y/N's demise.

"I know he's not your favorite person, but at least have the decency to pretend you're happy about it", Y/N remarks before leaving the kitchen. Soon after, the front door slammed shut and Paul's focus shifted to Jacob's audacity.

He ignored Paul's explicit request and contacted Y/N without a warning.

"I have to protect them", Jacob sighs. "I know the consequences it may carry for the pack, but the Volturi have left us little say in this."

"You have no fucking clue what the consequences are." Paul pinches the bridge of his nose as he prays his phone won't be rendered on a useless pile of plastic by the end of this conversation. "The nightmares are back and they're more violent and vivid than before."

"And you blame me?" Jacob scoffs. "I'll protect Y/N till my dying breath but don't pretend my coming here will be the reason she dies. You not telling her is putting her in more danger."

"I don't want her to lose sleep over this."

"If we can't stop it, she'll have time to put her affairs in order." Jacob pauses. "To say goodbye. I know her, Paul. She would want to know no matter how it'll make her feel."

"She's my imprint", Paul warns.

"She's my best friend", Jacob reminds him. "And if you don't tell her, I will."

"If you do, I won't be held responsible for the things I do."

"I'm sure Y/N would love that."

Paul knows this isn't sustainable, that the truth must come out but how can he sit her down and tell her he believes she will die? How can he explain that he, the one meant to keep her safe, is no longer certain he can?

Running a hand through his hair, he let out a heavy sigh before grabbing an axe and heading to the shed. Chopping up wood will give his anxiety and frustration a release.

Well, he has to try. Otherwise, he'll drive himself insane until it's time to pick Y/N up from work. It will offer him a chance to talk to her, to pour some water on the fire he started.

Unlike Paul, Y/N wasn't angry. She wanted to breathe fire, to go feral and demand truth. Somehow, she found the composure to handle it with patience. Whatever it is, he'll have to come to her, to trust she can handle whatever he has done that weighs on his conscience so heavily.

When she walked out of work, she was surprised to see Paul leaning against her car. Often, Paul worked longer hours than her, so whether she liked it or not, Y/N had to get comfortable enough to drive herself. She drove her dad's car ever since he retired, enjoying her alone time on the drive back home.

She reluctantly walks towards the car and gets in, trying to mask how upset she is. The last thing she needs after a stressful day at work is more arguing and she didn't know what to say or do to stop it from happening again.

So, once Paul got in the passenger's seat, Y/N remained quiet, her eyes focused up ahead.

"Hi", he breaks the ice.

"Hey", she replies curtly. The awkward silence that follows left them both unsure what to say next. Y/N began to drive, hoping Paul will not push her buttons.

Sighing, he taps his thigh, "So, how was work today?"

"It was fine."

Swallowing thickly, Paul could feel beads of sweat forming at the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry things have been difficult between us lately. I just want to find a way to make it better."

Y/N sighs, "Okay."

"Do you want to grab some dinner? We could go to that Italian place you like."

"No, I don't really feel like it."

Tapping his fingers on his leg, Paul nods. "Well, do you want to listen to some music or something?"

"Not really."

"Alright."

Driving down a busy street in Forks, Y/N can feel the tension in the car, it's palpable. He is trying, but it's not working and how can it when he'll wake up screaming tonight and she will be more frustrated with him than ever?

"Y/N, can you pull over for a minute?"

Frowning, she glances at him. "Why? What's wrong?"

"I am asking you to pull over and let me drive", he insists.

"I hardly think it's safe for you to drive when you're clearly upset." Y/N tries.

"Fuck, do you think I'd be stupid enough to drive if I wasn't sure you'd be safe?!"

Y/N pulls the car over to the side of the road.

"Wanna drive so bad? Be my guest!" Y/N huffs.

She switches seats with Paul. He gets behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors.

Paul starts the car, his jaw clenched. The same thing he loves about Y/N often plays with his nerves. The stubbornness she walks through life with is a wall he has to pass head first in every single argument and being so sleep deprived isn't helping his frustrations. Snapping at her isn't what he planned on today, he just wanted one moment for them to breathe and feel normal before he drops the truth bomb.

Parking at the beach, he exhales loudly.

"Why are we at the beach?"

"Because I'm asking you to please take a walk with me." Turning to her, Paul licks his lips. "We don't have to talk or anything. Just take a walk with me by the beach at sunset." He needed to pretend his world isn't going to explode soon. He needed her to understand his plea and listen, to let go of her headstrong ideas and give him an inch, just for one day.

Pressing her lips in a thin line, she swallows thickly. Surely it won't hurt to give him this one short walk? She isn't surrendering, nor is she sacrificing her peace of mind...if anything she's protecting it...by protecting him.

The sun had begun to set, casting the sky in shades of pink and orange as Paul and Y/N strolled along the beach. The sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air, and the gentle breeze carries the scent of salt and seaweed.

Y/N wishes she could feel the peacefulness the beach usually evokes, but her heart is restless. There are too many unanswered questions lingering between them and had they no impact on Paul's well-being, Y/N would have let them go. But he's tormented and she can't ignore the detrimental effects on his mental health.

As they walk, Paul reaches out and takes Y/N's hand in his. For a moment, she considers pulling away, but as their fingers intertwine, a jolt of electricity runs through her, and she can't help but smile. His presence still awakens butterflies in her stomach, his touch undeniably makes her weak in her knees. It's not their imprint bond, this is Paul and his warmth and his love that reaches into the deepest parts of her soul and turns on the light where darkness claimed sanctuary.

They continue to walk in silence, not making eye contact. Paul is happy enough that she allows him to hold her hand, to just be near her in this moment.

As they reach the end of the beach, Paul stops and turns to face Y/N. He looks into her eyes, drawing a deep breath. In those brown eyes, he sees that passion and desire set aflame as her gaze lingers on him, but he also sees an unquestionable hunger for life and all that it has to offer. Those eyes are warmth, a reflection of all the love and affection that she holds for him. Most of all, her brown eyes are a window into the tenderness of her heart, a place where love and trust were born and nurtured for years before he broke it.

Looking at the damage he caused, Paul can't help but remember how it used to be. When he first saw her, Paul knew that he was home, and that no matter what the world might throw at them, they would face it together, hand in hand, with those kind, beautiful brown eyes always guiding the way.

He must trust her now as she always trusted him. The truth must be revealed and she should hear it from him.

"I don't want to imagine my life without you in it."

Frowning deeply, she furrows her brows. "You don't have to."

"I love you", he begins, his heart beating wildly in his chest while hers swelled with affection at his words. She knows without a doubt that she feels the same way about him. She reaches up and cups his cheek, gazing into his eyes.

"I know I've been angry, but it's only because I love you too and I worry about you. Just be honest with me", she said softly.

Paul leans in, pressing his lips to hers, and her heart skips a beat.

What is so terrifying that Paul's kiss is so gentle now? Usually his kisses are passionately rough, devouring almost, but now his lips seem deathly afraid of applying pressure and their hands are still clasped together instead of resting on the sides of her neck and face, or even her ass. Something is wrong beyond repair and she can't try to help him if he won't tell her what happened.

As they pull away from the kiss, Paul gives Y/N's hand a gentle squeeze, and she knows that he's ready.

Paul had been dreading this moment for years. Ever since he had the vision of Y/N dying, he had tried everything. At first, he had been avoiding her, trying to keep his distance. But the pull of his heart was impossible to ignore and he fell for her deeper than he imagined possible. Staying away wasn't an option. Then they built a life together and he almost forgot about the nightmares. Since they came back he tried to be stoic, but he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. Y/N had the right to know what he had seen, and it had to come from him.

They sat down on the sand, holding hands, enjoying the last sunrays and the sound of the waves' song as they would meet the shore. Y/N allowed him to kiss her lips, and for a moment, Paul forgot all about his terrible secret.

But then he looked into Y/N's eyes, and he knew that he couldn't keep the truth from her any longer. He took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. It's been weighing on me for a while now, and I can't keep it from you any longer."

Y/N looked at him with concern, sensing the seriousness in his voice. It's about the nightmares, she was sure of it.

"What is it, Paul? I'm here." She encouraged him.

Paul hesitated for a moment before finally finding the courage to speak the words that had been haunting him for weeks.

"Remember when I told you about imprinting? How it feels for a wolf to imprint?"

Nodding, she waits for him to continue.

"I didn't tell you everything", he runs a hand through his hair, looking down at the sand. "The moment we look into our imprint's eyes for the first time, we see a glimpse into the future, and for most wolves, it's a life-changing moment that they cherish forever."

Gulping, she crosses her legs. "But not for you?"

He shakes his head slightly.

"What did you see?" Y/N asks softly, her voice small and he can already detect her concerns are turning to fears.

"I had a vision, Y/N. A vision of you...dying. It was so vivid, so real, and I've been trying to keep it from you ever since because I didn't want to face the reality of what might happen."

Y/N's eyes widen in shock, and she pulls her hand away from Paul's. Her heart is racing and her palms are slick with sweat, but she tries her best to keep her fear hidden from Paul. Her emotions are heightened now, but so are his, perhaps she can mask the way her insides turned with his reveal or the way her bottom lip threatens to quiver.

"How does it happen?" she asks. "When does it happen?"

"I don't know when, but you didn't look older than you do now." Paul sighs. "I find you in the forest", he pauses. "I don't think I should tell you more. It's...graphic."

Y/N stared at him for a long moment, trying to process what he had just told her. She felt a mix of emotions - fear, disbelief, anger - all swirling inside her.

"So, it's violent", she trails off, shifting her gaze to the horizon. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Paul?" she asked, her voice shaking. "We could have used our time so much better. I'd have quit my job, we could have traveled...we could have gotten married and had kids by now!"

Glimpsing a small smile on her face, Paul's heart breaks. Even when he's telling her she is to die and their future is doomed, she thinks of how much she wanted to live whatever little time she had with him, to fully experience what should be decades in such a short time frame.

"I was scared, Y/N. Scared of what it might mean, scared of what might happen to you. But I know now that I can't keep it from you any longer," Paul said, his voice equally shaky.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She looked back at Paul, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know what to say, Paul. I'm scared too," she said.

"I know, Y/N. And I'm sorry."

Resting her head on his shoulder, she places her hand on top of his. "I don't want to leave you."

"I'll do everything I can to make sure you never do," Paul promises. "I'll burn the whole fucking forest if I have to."

Y/N nodded, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. She knew that they had a tough road ahead of them, but her main concern is Paul. If she has to die, she will face death with courage.

However, she can't help but wonder what happens to a wolf when its imprint dies?

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PART 24

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Healing Red -Noctis Lucis Caelum-

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Prompt: i have a request bout noct where the reader is a white magician, however her powers turn red n strong when shes angry or sad (like scarlet witch), that happens sumtimes and then, when noct is in great danger, she cant control it and unleashes a massive amount of power and saves him, the rest is up to u :)

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum / Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 900 A/N: I haven’t seen the wandavision series or anything else besides the main marvel movies, so the beginning scene is kinda ‘inspired’ from the age of ultron movie.

For a split second, your heart stopped. In front of you was Noctis, lying face down in the dirt. A Yojimbo stood over him. His sword raised far over and behind his head, ready to strike the fallen prince.

Your muscles exhausted from the endless battle. All attempts to stand quickly halted. Either by an enemy striking you or your own body giving out.

You glance up just in time to see the deamons sword begin it’s long decent down. From your position on the ground your arm reaches forward, hoping to summon a barrier or something protective.

Yet nothing happened.

Your body ached with each movement you made. Even the attempt to use magic drained all the energy you had.

With your last bit of strength you managed to pull yourself up to your knees. Head hung low, long panicked breaths. With one final burst of energy, you let out a scream.

Nothing else could be heard over the loud screech released from your mouth. Around you the enemies begin to fall. Their weapons and armor hitting the ground with a loud clank of metal slamming against various materials and objects.

Once the noise you were creating stopped, Everything went dark.

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For what felt like hours, you felt yourself slipping in and out of consciousness. Drifting into the darkness only to feel yourself constantly being moved. Body carried in someone arms, resting on a leather seat, gently placed on a soft sofa.

Slowly you begin to wake up. The silent void replaced with distant. Voices became clearer as words started to connect. You were able to recognize the tones and place them to a person. Ignis.

“I’m not sure on their situation. They’ve been out since we found them.” For a minute he was silent before speaking again. “Yes. I’ll keep you updated, Goodbye.”

Your heart almost broke at the sad tone within his voice. The royal retainer let out a long sigh, likely pinching the bridge of his nose. Before anymore could be said the sound of a door opening came.

“Any updates?” Ignis asked the new person. “Nope, I’m guessing nothing from you.” A deep voice answered. “They haven’t made a peep since we got them here. Prompto has yet to return.”

A creak filled the room before footsteps became louder then stopped in front of you. A hand found itself on your head while a voice softly whispered to you.

You stir slightly at the contact, causing the person touching you to jump back.

“Y/n” Ignis spoke half worried and half excited. Slowly you begin to open your eyes as they adjust to the bright light surrounding you.

In front of you stood 2 different men, both looking with different expressions. Ignis stood worried as he was unaware of how you were feeling while Gladio was excited with a small smirk resting on his bearded face.

“Glad to see you awake”

Gladio spoke first while moving to sit next to you while Ignis began hounding you with various questions.

A loud gasp caught all of you attention. Turning toward the doorway a smile similar to before spreads across your face. Standing by the opening, still in his winter coat, stood Prompto. Tears filled his eyes as he rushes to you with open arms.

“Does that mean Noct is also awake?” He whispered

You quickly pulled away with a worried and shocked expression. Even though you’ve only been awake for a few minuets, you failed to worry about the missing person.

“What wrong with Noc?” You questioned looking in everyone’s direction for an answer. Simultaneously everyone glanced toward the closed door.

As you walked toward it, reasons began to spill out

“He never woke up. We found the both of you alone in a field. He had wounds all over him. You, not so much but still unconscious.”

You closed your eyes and remembered back to that night.

You and Noctis surrounded by enemies. You defeat one and two more materialize in its place. Before you knew it, you were completely swarmed. Everywhere you look was covered by the unmistakable purple haze of a deamon.

While they weren’t attacked you physically. The magic usage itself was tiring enough to make it difficult to stand on your own.

Soon you fall to your knees in exhaustion, causing all but a handful of enemies to turn their attention towards Noctis - who is just as exhausted as you.

As the hoard of enemies begin to clear away from the prince, you glance up to see the damage only to see him lying on the ground.

Your eyes snap open at the memory of your power blast filling your head. Your heart begins to ache once you realize, you did this to him. Not only did you kill the the enemies, you also hurt the one you were trying to protect and save.

In a rush, you hurl yourself on the floor to kneel in front of the sleeping prince. You hand clasps around his. The other stood back with a confused look resting on their faces at your sudden outburst.

That shocked turned to amazement as both your hands and his begin to glow and red hue. Silent filled the room as everyone observed your actions from a distance.

The long silent finally lifted as a long groan filled the room as Noctis sat up rubbing his head.

#Final Fantasy #final fantasy imagine #final fantasy imagines #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy xv #final fantasy xv imagine #final fantasy xv imagines #final fantasy xv x reader #Noctis Lucis Caelum #noctis lucis caelum imagine #noctis lucis caelum imagines #noctis lucis caelum x reader #requested #im sorry for the title. i had nothing

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mywritingonlyfans · 8 months

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Idk why but it feels rude to request something, but I’ll just give you a few ideas I’ve had in case you don’t know what you could write next:

I’m craving for something intimate that isn’t related to anything sexual, so basically reader taking care of Al (or vice versa):

-reader shaving al’s beard

-washing each other’s hair

-patching up a wound (im a sucker for ‘stitches’ and secretly hoping for a pt.2)

-making breakfast for each other

-waking up from soft caresses & kisses

That’s it :)

Oh babe, it's not rude at all! 🩷 (I wrote about reader shaving Alex once in a blurb!) Still think it's cute someone like stitches 😅

God, washing each other's hair would be something so comfortable, the appreciation of touch and care not to get shampoo in each other's hair! And I also like the idea of laying your head on his chest while the water falls and you can hear his heartbeat while his arms are wrapped around you! (The trope of waking up together is also lovely, I also love thinking about what it would be like to brush our teeth together and the intimacy of feeling comfortable with each other in that moment no matter the clothes or lack of them)

Wait, you got me a great one, what about Alex cutting his finger during this breakfast making and reader trying to make him a quick heart/band aid? Like when you see him nervous you'd be running towards him and lifting his face, with his eyes on yours, because I think he would be nervous at the sight of blood or even a little dizzy and you need to be quick and calm to help him and he keeps looking at you with those Curious young horse eyes because he loves you so much, and you knew him so well and how to take care of him!

...

I'd like to chat with you a bit because I had a dream that seems suitable for a story. I'm passionate about ice dance, and in my dream, Alex was dating a dancer. He became deeply involved in her competitive world and wanted to be there to watch her dance. He found it enchanting to watch her dance, to see the love for it in her eyes. At times, he even felt jealous of her dance partner because they spent more time together, with graceful movements and constant physical contact, which made Alex feel insecure, as he wasn't as athletic as the two of you.

However, you reassured him, and over time, he grew accustomed to the idea. He even became friends with your dance partner. Alex did everything he could to be by your side and support you during competitions, especially during the finals when you were nervous.

Unfortunately, things didn't go well on the day of the competition. During the dance, you fell, affecting your score. Alex, who knew you well, knew you would feel guilty because you had trained so hard for that moment, and now you had to wait until the next season.

Now, hear me out, the accident wasn't minor. The dance was interrupted halfway, and you were lying on the floor, with your partner trying unsuccessfully to get you up. Everyone watched you without touching you, as expected, until the rescue team got to you.

Alex, seeing you in pain, wouldn't hesitate to rush from the audience to your side, but your partner would stop him, warning that touching or holding you might worsen the injury. Alex would certainly cry. He would go with you to the hospital, and you would refuse to be treated without him. Later, a nurse would approach Alex, who was anxious outside, and ask, "Do you think you can calm her down?" You hated hospitals! This would lead Alex to hold your hand while the necessary medical procedures were performed. His comforting touch and your gradually calming breath would eventually ease his worries, despite concerns about the entire team and your own mistake, and seeing you getting better would bring relief to Alex... idk I think it's a nice thought to sleep to now..

#to the 💌#als asks ❤️#i answered that yesterday but they got back to me i feel bad i took long to answer you anon 🥲🥹#alex turner x reader #fanfic

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ozarkthedog · 9 months

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Celebration time!!! (Hope I’m not late)

Ok I’m stuck between Tommy Miller & Santi Pope. You know what, let’s go w the former, spice me up bby!

💀 📝 prompt #134 “Touch yourself.” But the catch is: it’ll be rough/dubcon/DILF(?) but he’ll make reader beg for it

ILY you silly goose 🥰

warnings: 18+ only. mdni. BFD!tommy miller x f!reader. dubcon. age gap. inappropriate touching. choking. grinding. barely there fingering. no beta.

word count: 934

author's note: thank you so much for this prompt and for waiting for-fucking-ever for me to fill it. 💙

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

“Shit.” Your friend says while looking at her cell. “I gotta take this. I totally forgot about my weekly call with my mom. I’ll be like 30 minutes.” She gives you a remorseful look before running along the edge of the inground pool and into the house.

You toss your towel onto the chaise with a sigh. Guess you’ll be enjoying the pool by yourself. You pop the cap on the sunscreen and begin applying the lotion when you feel the unnerving feeling of someone watching you.

“Mind if I join you?” A deep voice sounds from the deck attached to the house.

You raise a hand to shield your eyes from the sun to see your friend’s dad, Tommy, making his way down to the pool. His dark curls bounce as he walks and his shirtless, tan chest displays a chiseled physique with low hanging swim trunks.

He gives you a sly smile as he brushes past you and slinks into the adjoining sun chair. You feel his eyes scan your body from beneath his sunglasses while you continue applying the sunscreen despite wanting to cover yourself up.

“C’mere. Wanna make sure you’re covered head to toe.” Tommy dips his chin to the place between his burly thighs.

You give him a timid smile. “Uh, that’s ok. I think I’m good.” You wipe your hands on your towel and look towards the pool.

“I won’t take no for an answer.” He insists. “You’re staying with us during spring break. So, while you’re under my roof, you gotta follow my rules.”

You sneak a look at the house while you make your way over to the older man, praying your friend doesn’t come out, as you sit between his thighs. “Don’t worry. Her mom usually keeps her on the phone for a while.” He says as you hand him the bottle of sunscreen.

His words don’t make you feel any better.

Tommy rubs the lotion onto your skin, smoothing his hands all over your back. His skilled palms slide under your bikini straps and dip around the curve of your ribs and brush the swell of your breast every so often. Your belly flips under his touch despite how wrong the situation feels.

The ache between your thighs grows substantially as he smooths his hands down your spine and into the top of your bikini bottom. His fingers tease the curve of your ass forcing you to bite back a whimper. You’re desperate to quell the growing ache between your thighs the more he works.

Tommy shifts his legs, nudging you in the process and making your cunt grind against the sun chair. A faint whimper falls from your lips at the nerve bending sensation and you freeze on the spot.

“This feels good, huh?” Tommy quips, pushing his thumbs into the curve of your lower back and forcing your core to push harder onto the chair.

Your chin meets your chest from the salacious contact and your eyes flutter shut from his illicit touch. “Yes.” You respond, breathless.

“I wanna hear you.” Tommy grunts into the shell of your ear when he pulls you close. His bare chest molds to your dewy back as he holds you in place with deft hands locked around your arms.

A hot wave of arousal drips into the lining of your bikini. “Tommy, I don’t-” You start but when he rolls his hips lewdly into your ass all sensible thought goes out the window.

“Why you not doin’ as I say, Sugar?” He gives your body a curt shake before tightening his grip. “I wanna hear you beg.”

You gasp as he rocks his growing length into your ass once more making your core glide gloriously in the slick stained crotch of your bikini. “Come on.” He murmurs, licking a hot stripe down your neck. “Let me hear it.”

“Tommy, please.” You surrender softly.

“Oh, you’re so sweet.” He grunts before shifting his hold and wrapping one strong arm around your waist and the other locked around your neck. Your hands grasp his arm cautiously as he secures you in a chokehold pressing his bicep against your neck. “Makin’ me fuckin’ hard. Keep goin’, Sugar.”

Fire blazes in your belly as he forces you to grind against the chair just the way he wants. His cock presses obscenely into the curve of your ass moving your two bodies in sync.

“Plea-” He tightens his arm around your neck, turning your sultry beg into a pathetic squeak.

Your heart beats rapidly against your ribs when he cuts off your air flow. Your fingers dig into his arm as the pleasure escalates. Your lungs burn and your cunt spasms around nothing as your orgasm is on the precipice of flinging you over the edge.

He grunts behind you, pushing and shoving your throbbing core as his hips move faster. Your mouth bobs like a fish desperate for water as tears fill your eyes from the overwhelming stimulation. You begin to shake as every nerve flickers with rapturous sparks.

“Oh, you silly little thing.” He patronizes before stilling his hips and spoiling your imminent bliss. “I said, I wanna hear you beg.” The arm locked around your waist loosens only for him to slide a nimble hand into your bikini bottoms and circling your swollen clit.

Your body writhes under his depraved touch but your desire blinds the sinful act.

“If you cum before I’m satisfied, you won’t like what I have planned.” He threatens with a terse flex of his bicep cutting off your air once more.

“Now, beg.”

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yellowkitkieran · 1 year

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To Have and To Heal (Part 6)

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Read part 1 here

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

Martin Ødegaard is late.

Being a teacher, tardiness isn't something you normally tolerate. But when the offender is a tall, fit, blonde, Norwegian man that you have a massive crush on, you guess you can grant him a pass.

You fiddle with the hem of your glittery gold dress, absently wondering if it's too much. You stared at it on the mannequin in the Chanel window display for what felt like hours before you decided you had to have it. You rationalized your outrageous purchase by saying it was a birthday present to yourself, ignoring the fact that you'd bought a pair of boots and said the same thing the week prior. Looking your best tonight was a non negotiable, and as soon as you tried the dress on you knew you had to have it.

Did you nearly drain your savings to afford it? Yes. Do you care? Not really, when you're positive Martin might lose his head at the sight of you in it.

The gold, half-sheer fabric hugs your body in all the right places. The fitted sleeves stop an inch above your wrist, allowing you to showcase the thin gold tennis bracelet passed down by your mum a few years back. The dress falls to your mid thigh, showing plenty of skin whilst also not causing a scandal among your colleagues. The metallic threads woven throughout catch in the club lights, attracting attention from all corners of the room but not from the man you crave most, because he's still to arrive.

Half heartedly, you wonder if he's forgotten. Or perhaps the lads invited him out at the last minute and Martin decided that a night drinking with his friends sounded more appealing than hanging around at a teacher’s birthday party.

Jen presses a drink into your hand, confident as ever in her fitted blue party dress. No matter where you are, she is usually the star of the show, but today you’re somewhat glad she’s turned it down a notch. "Quit staring at the door, live a little. He'll show up and if he doesn't, well then guess what! I'll help you find someone to forget about him." Jen touches your elbow, guiding the glass in your hand to your lips. "Drink! Have fun! Let loose and live for once in your life!"

Without a second thought, you down your drink amidst cheers from your friends, slamming the glass to the table when you've finished it. You make eye contact with Martin when you do, who's just walked in the door looking devilishly handsome as always.

Martin's blonde hair is perfectly messy, one little strand sticking straight up like he'd nervously fiddled with it outside. He wears a red and black flannel unbuttoned over a plain black shirt, and a pair of skinny jeans that his muscular thighs look set to rip out of at any second. Even his shoes are modest, a simple pair of white high top converse. The only thing about him that screams money is the silver watch on his wrist; without it he may as well be an average London boy out for a night of fun.

Somehow, he's even more gorgeous dressed like this than when he's wearing all designer or an Arsenal tracksuit. You love his modest appearance, like he'd chosen each piece with you in mind, to ensure he did everything he could to keep the spotlight off himself and firmly on you. It's sweet, as is the way he grins when you wave to him.

Martin comes over and places a book sized box on the table before stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "Happy birthday, Sunshine,” he says, the greeting rolling off his tongue as easily as a plain hello. “Sorry I’m late.”

"Thanks," you squeak out, then clear your throat. You're determined to get through this night without embarrassing yourself, so you try a touch of banter and say, "I was beginning to worry you forgot about little old me! Party started at eight and it's now… nearly nine, Mar!"

"Ah yes, sorry I know,” Martin apologizes, and you swear a bit of pink finds it’s way to color his cheeks. “It's just that Atla wouldn't let me leave and I wound up having to bribe her with a new set of paints I had been saving for her birthday to convince her to stop clinging to my leg like a little animal."

Oh God, how selfish of you! Of course Atla wouldn't want her dad to leave her, especially when she isn't used to him going out except for matches, when he'd be gone for days at a time. It’s perfectly reasonable to assume that he wouldn’t want to leave until he knew Atla was settled.

"Right, I'm sorry! Of course that's why you're late, I shouldn't have assumed. That’s adorable though, that she loves her daddy so much that she couldn’t stand the thought of you leaving!"

Martin waves a hand, his voice like silk as he says, "Ah please it's alright. I should've messaged you or something. Though I would've had to email you through your school account, which you probably wouldn't have seen anyway, I doubt you check that on nights out."

Maybe it's the fact that you've already had enough to drink that you're feeling slightly buzzed, or maybe it's simply your new confidence in this dress, but you hold out your phone to Martin, a blank contact on the screen. "Put your number in then! I'll message you and you'll have it in the future then."

Looking slightly stunned, Martin takes your phone and types in his number before handing it back. "There you go- this is for you by the way, Sunshine," he says and nods towards the box he brought, a timid smile on his pale lips.

You run your fingers over the red wrapping paper and fiddle with the loops of the bow in the center. "You can call me by my first name, you know, Martin. I thought we were friends and all that?"

"Ah, but I like Sunshine better… how about if I call you solskinn instead? Would that be acceptable?"

This man… you swear he knows exactly how to make you fall head over heels. It doesn't seem like he even realizes what he's doing which is the most mind blowing part- how can someone not realize the effect they have on another person?

You smile when you realize Martin is waiting patiently for an answer and stutter out, "um- yeah, yes that's fine Mar… I'm gonna wager a guess that it's just Sunshine in Norwegian?" When Martin nods, you feel heat creeping up your cheeks, desperately willing them to not burn too brightly. "Yeah, I like that then Martin, you can call me that."

"Good, because it goes with the gift I got you. Go ahead and open it! I'm excited to see if you like it." Martin shifts a foot closer to you until he's inches away. You aren't sure if you're imagining the heat radiating from him or if it's truly there, either way you don't care. When you turn your head to look up at him before you rip off the paper, you have to crane your neck to see his pretty smile and the impatient glint in his eye. His beauty stuns you for a moment, the alcohol in your veins inhibiting your good sense and whispering that it’s a perfectly fine idea for you to stare at him a touch longer than you probably should.

Jen's sharp elbow to your side brings you back to reality as your best friend saves you for the first time that night. You smile awkwardly at Martin then tear into his gift, gasping when you see the brand embossed in the white box.

"Chanel? Martin what did you do?! I can't accept this-" without opening the lid, you try shoving it towards Martin. Whatever it is, you know it isn't cheap. Martin shouldn't be dropping hundreds of pounds on you when he has Atla at home.

"Honestly solskinn please, just open it," he murmurs, sliding it towards you again. His hand finds a place between your shoulder blades as he leans in to be heard over the music, "It's customized so I am not allowed to return it anyway. Trust me I can afford it! Please just open it and see. If you truly hate it, I'll pawn it off to one of the lads' girlfriends or something."

Ah, right. It can't be anything too personal then. Hopefully it's something small, though knowing Martin and that look on his face, it's the exact opposite. Taking a deep breath, you place one hand on either side of the box and bring it in front of you. You aren’t sure why you’re so nervous to see what he’s picked out, but something tells you that everything is about to change.

You pull at the lid, wiggling it free. You're acutely aware of Jen's eyes burrowing into your skull as you peel back the white tissue paper, Martin's hand burning a brand into your skin through the material of your dress. "I hope you like it," he murmurs as you pull out a small, white leather crossbody bag with a tiny sun emblazoned above the clasp. You run your fingers over the gold chain strap and the embossed decoration, not having any idea what to say.

Martin fiddles nervously on your left. Your back suddenly grows cold when he removes his hand, raking his fingers through his hair instead. You're stuck staring at his gift, awestruck by the thought he's put into it as much as its price tag.

"Uhh… do you like it? If you don't just tell me-"

"I love it," you interrupt, eyes wide when you turn to him. "Honestly Martin it's perfect- thank you so much!"

Without thinking, you throw your arms around Martin's neck for a bone crushing hug. Every muscle in his body goes rigid for a split second, like he's warring with himself. Then his arms engulf you and you nearly sigh when you’re slotted into the perfect fit of his embrace. He's warm and soft in all the right places. Calm- that's how you feel in the moment, as if a hug from Martin is all you needed to erase your frantic thoughts and worries.

"You're welcome," he says into your hair, so quietly that you nearly miss it. You want to cling to him for the entire night, but you force yourself to release him after a few more precious seconds.

“I really do love it, Mar. It’s such a thoughtful gift.” You allow yourself to touch your fingers to the back of his hand, trying to encourage him to let loose and be himself.

“I was worried you wouldn’t, I thought maybe it was a bit too much. I wasn’t sure on the color either, I had no idea there was so many choices for things!” You laugh, imagining Martin looking like a lost child in the store until someone took pity and offered him help. “The salesperson was really helpful though, she said white was classic and that you’d probably like gold cause most people choose that with this bag and… and I’ve gone off on a tangent, haven’t I?”

You tip your head to the side, studying Martin as you say, “have you? I didn’t really notice to be honest. I don’t mind listening to you chat. Really, I’m a good listener, I’m used to toddlers telling me the most mundane details.”

“Ha- yeah I suppose that must be true, Atla always wants to tell me every little detail on our way home, right down to what colors she painted the trees with in art that day.” When Martin speaks about his daughter, his entire face lights up. You can tell how much he cares for her, how immense his pride is for his little art prodigy.

If you had it your way, you'd stay here chatting to Martin all night. You have books full of questions to ask him, things you want to know about his life, his passions, his family, his culture… but your friends apparently have other plans.

"Haaaapy biiiirthday to you!"

You internally groan, spinning on your heel and being greeted with a round cake overflowing with candles.

"Haaapy birthdaaaay to youu!"

Jen grins, stepping into your personal space and forcing you back a step, causing you to knock into Martin to avoid getting a face full of burning birthday cake. Martin's hand shoots out to your waist, steadying you. You're focused entirely on his touch whilst your friends finish their song. It takes an enormous amount of willpower to pay attention and keep a grin plastered on your face to cover the way Martin's hand makes you want to scream. It doesn't move until you lean forward to blow out the candles and everyone claps, Jen giving you a look that tells you she's set her master plan into motion.

After you've cut and divided out the cake, you finally find your way over to Martin. He stands mostly alone, for once flying under the radar in an establishment full of uni students and young adults that couldn't care less about a football player amongst them. He leans with one arm on a high table whilst he chats to one of the people you'd invited. Martin does a double take as you approach, swaying your hips slightly while he quickly wraps up his conversation.

"Do you want any cake? Or does your strict diet not allow for any fun, sugary foods?"

Martin laughs, a musical, magic sound that you instantly want to bottle so you can hear it whenever you please. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm not allowed to have any cake tonight. I am about to get a drink though, would you like anything?"

"Mmm, seems a bit backwards if you ask me, but alright I'll buy it. I'll have whatever you're having? And I'll come with you." You add the lastbit on impulse, glad you did when Martin's face lights up.

You follow Martin through the crowd, grabbing his flannel at one point to avoid being separated in the sea of people. Martin slows his pace when he realizes you're struggling, then reaches a hand towards you for you to take.

Time seems to slow to the point of molasses around you when your hand slots into his. You swear a jolt of electricity sings through you when your palm slides against his calloused one, fitting perfectly together like a matched pair. He guides you through the crowd with ease, like this somehow isn’t giving him the same butterflies as it’s giving you.

Is Martin doing this on purpose? Does he realize the effect he has on you, or is it simply a coincidence that everything he's doing tonight sets your heart on fire? You don't care either way, you just pray it's not a one time thing.

Martin hesitates at the bar and you get the feeling he doesn't want to let go. You open your mouth to tell him he doesn't have to but you're far too slow, and he drops your hand before you can get a word out. A stone of disappointment settles in your gut as you fold your empty hands in front of you.

Martin orders two of a drink you've not heard of before. Whatever it is seems fancy because it takes ages, which you're very aware of thanks to the silence that stretches between you. Martin's mood has changed in the time it's taken to get from the table to the bar and you have no idea why. You hate it, you want the Martin from five minutes ago. You want the Martin that hugged you and was soft as downy clouds, not this steely, closed off version of him.

When the drinks come, Martin slides one your way and says, “If you don’t like it, I can get you something else.” Fruity bursts cover the slight burn of alcohol when you take a sip. The drink goes down easy, and before you realize it you’ve finished half. You grin, setting your glass on the bar.

“It’s good! I like it, you’ll have to tell me what it is so I can order it more often. Although I have to admit, I took you for a straight whisky kinda guy.” Your shoulder bumps Martin’s in an attempt to loosen him up. It works at least slightly; some of the tension drains from him. That light you love dances in his eyes again, the blue of his irises even brighter somehow.

Hold on- love? No, no. You don’t love anything about Martin… You can’t, he’s your student’s father, but… what an amazing father he is. You’ve not met a man like Martin, who balances such a demanding job with being the perfect father. Atla loves him so much and you would have to be blind not to see how much he loves her as well. His world revolves around his blue eyed, blonde haired, outgoing little girl.

And that is precisely why you’re falling for him. It isn’t slow anymore. It’s more like a plane crash, sending you into a helpless, tumbling free fall that has you toppling arse over teakettle. There’s no denying it anymore. You may as well admit it.

Taking a deep breath, you gather every bit of courage you possess. “Martin- can I ask you something?”

Your heart hammers in your chest. Your thoughts are treason. You don’t care. You’ll pay whatever price the universe demands to know the answer to the question that has been plaguing you for ages.

Martin glances over at you, runs a strong hand through his hair. He cheats his body towards you, elbow bent as he leans on the bar and says, “um, yeah sure. What is it?”

You barrel ahead before you can change your mind. “I just- would you wanna go out some time? Like, as… as maybe more than friends?”

At first, Martin looks like he might laugh, as if he thinks you’re joking. His cute little dimples come out to play for only a second. Then his expression morphs into disbelief, then something almost like disgust as it dawns on him that you’re completely serious.

You hate yourself. You hate him. No, you don’t. You just wish you could erase your words, pull them back and keep them locked up deep inside your heart where they belong. You’ve let yourself be vulnerable for the first time in as long as you can remember, and now that decision will haunt you.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that,” Martin says, taking a step back, one hand pressed hard to the center of his chest. “Sorry but I- I have to go.”

“What?” Your stomach sinks to your feet. Fuck, you’ve really messed it all up. “Martin, wait, you don’t have to go.” Your hand shoots out for his wrist, but the second your fingers brush his skin, he jerks his arm away like you’ve shocked him. “Martin I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I’m half drunk and I don’t have a filter.”

Your world crumbles at your feet as Martin shakes his head. He’s like a spooked animal, set to flee thanks to your admission. “I have to go,” he repeats, before turning on his heel and making a beeline for the door. He leaves you at the bar, shellshocked and alone, trying to process what’s just happened.

Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

#martin odegaard #martin odegaard fic #martin odegaard fanfic #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard fantasy #arsenal fc #jac writes #alt timeline lover

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itsukismoon · 3 months

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Yumekuro Artbook - Q&A (Tsukiwatari)

Crow

Introductions: I’m an explorer, Crow. My job is to find all kinds of interesting things around the world, it’s my purpose in life! What makes me happiest is when people get excited about the things I find. Also, I feel happy whenever I eat with everyone at home [TN: the guild home]!

MC first impression: First of all, I was really surprised. “No way, she’s so cute… even more than I imagined”. When we met for the first time, I was so excited I ended up immediately telling her how cute she is! Looking back on it now, it’s a bit embarrassing, ahah.

Evan first impression: Evan, huh? He’s such a tsundere! For some time after meeting him, I felt like he would cut me if I tried touching him. But I like how competitive he is. I think we’ve been getting along well lately, though I think he’d deny this and say “NO!”.

Meister you’re close with: Obviously, it’s everyone from Tsukiwatari, but outside my own guild there’s also the mechanics’ guild Lagoon. He’s the one that maintains my bike. He often tells me not to be reckless, but I think we get along well; even though we’re a little apart in age [TN: Crow is 22 and Lagoon is 36], we sometimes go on rides and eat together!

Itsuki

Introductions: I’m a moon reader, Itsuki. My job is to predict and research how the Moon Road, a road to other countries, will appear. Then uhh… what should I say… Hobbies? My hobby is cooking. Though… my friends say that my sense of taste is “out of this world”. Out of this world… huh… [TN: the verb used here can also mean “to lack common sense” lol]

MC first impression: The first time I saw her I was impressed. She’s so delicate that my impression of her was miles away from that of her father. Also, I thought her eyes were very beautiful. This has not changed even now. They’re pure and strong, and when I look at them, I sometimes feel drawn to them.

Navi first impression: Navi seems… busy. At first glance, he’s laughing, then angry then sad. Then, all of a sudden he starts playing tricks… his emotions change all the time. I was worried it might tire him out too much, but when I told him this he glared at me. I often make him angry like this, but it’d be nice if I could make him laugh, too.

Meister you’re close with: Since I’m not good at interacting with others, so I mostly only talk to the Tsukiwatari members… I guess the answer is Crow. When he fell on me from a Moon Road, I got scared to death. We’ve been together ever since. That encounter has changed everything for me… I don’t know what will come next.

Grandflair

Introductions: I’m the living paintings’ artist, Grandflair. I’m the leader of the World exploration Guild Tsukiwatari. If any of our guild members cause you any trouble, please contact me. Despite still being inexperienced, I’d like to make art that can make people smile. I look forward to working with you in the future.

MC first impression: Although Crow and Itsuki had already told me something… she was completely different from what I had imagined. I came to meet her thinking she was rough, bold and strong, but then I found out she is considerate, attentive and very capable… from the bottom of my heart, I’m grateful that she’s become our guildkeeper.

Himmel first impression: He used to be a bit of a pessimist, but I think he’s come to change a bit. [TN: not sure what the right translation is here for the next part…]. It’s a bit surprising how fast he switches from being awake to falling asleep (?) but… from now on, I’ll keep on telling him:”To fight back is not futile” [TN: technically, Himmel’s way of thinking is grounded on the fact that the future cannot be changes, so this ties back to that, although I truly don’t know why Grand is mentioning it here]

Meister you’re close with: …Do I really have to say his name? Rouge, from my same guild, though he’s more of a close friend [TN: the word used is 腐れ縁 which means undesirable but inseparable], rather than a good friend. I still can’t forgive him for calling me “Mom” [TN: because Grand is the “mom” of the guild]. If you loo at his character, he’s an awful person: bad with money, is a drunk hard, spends more time fooling around than actually working… although, there’s some good sides to him as well.

Rouge

Introductions: Yeees~ Tsukiwatari’s handsome poet, that’d be me, Rouge!~ Then, let’s toast to our introduction, shall we? Bahahah, don’t hold baaaackkk~ Oops sorry, looks like I have no money!

MC first impression: I was so surprised I thought to myself “Hey hey, what’s with this cute girl? Why is such a cute girl in my guild?!”. I thought she heard the rumours about me and came to check me out but… that wasn’t the case at all, ahah.

Shaymie first impression: Shaymie is so innocent and cute. I think that his whole being forgetful thing is also part of his personality. He always works hard and gives it his all but… I think he can take it more slowly and enjoy himself. Though, I think it’s about time he’d at least learn my name…

Meister you’re close with: Grand from my guild! “Lend me money~!” Is our greeting! …though when I say that, he always looks like he’s about to punch me again. Primus club’s Victor is my drinking buddy. He treats me whenever I lose at gambling. He’s so kind… eh? He’s charging me?

Noah

Introductions: Mythical beasts master, Noah… I belong to the World exploration guild, Tsukiwatari. My role is to protect the phantom beasts — and to do that, I need to become stronger than anyone else.

MC first impression: I knew she wasn’t a bad person because Corocle liked her. She takes care of me a lot, though I had some trouble adjusting at first… however, the food she makes is delicious, and I don’t think it’s bad.

Chitose first impression: Chitose is very knowledgeable and teaches me many things. Many of them, I don’t really care about, though they can be useful. It’s just… sometimes I’’m a bit surprised. He asked me why I was helping out a dying mythical beast, telling me it was going to die anyways. I didn’t really understand what he meant.

Meister you’re close with: There is no such thing. Mh? …Rouge? Don’t make me laugh. I despise that guy. I even keep my dirty clothes away from his. I don’t like breathing the same air as him, so why does he care about me…

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Sugar, Sugar 4

Hello! Long awaited Sugar, Sugar 4.

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H: So… did some digging.

Sugar: this ought to be interesting…

H: so rose quartz.

Sugar: a favorite of mine, yes.

H: so they say… and by they I mean google… they said that it’s a love stone. Relationships and friendships and all that

Sugar: I believe I told you this too but yes haha

H: interesting.

H: I’ve noticed that it seems to be doing its job

Sugar: what do you mean?

H: I literally can not stop thinking about you.

H: that, or a spell or something? Is that something you do? I looked it up and some people said it’s unethical

Sugar: well, it depends on who you ask and what type of practice they do. Some people don’t care

Sugar: but for me, no. I’d like someone to want me for me

H: hm.

H: interesting.

H: i just can’t get you off my mind

Sugar: I’m blushing, I hope you know. You’re too sweet.

H: that is my job, Sugar. 😉

Sugar: lord, not the emojis, H!

H: rude. But I miss you. Xxx

Sugar: hm. Maybe I miss you too. I’ll see you tomorrow though. :)

H: literally counting the hours.

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Harry was a little worried. Well- very worried, because he was pretty sure he was coming on too strong.

It wasn’t on purpose. If anything he had been trying to reign in the feelings he’s been having because he knows, he knows he’s someone that falls fast and hard but it’s never been quite like this. He truly had been wracking his mind on how he could tone it down more, but Niall had told him to just let it go. Let it flow. She had confirmed there was no love spell placed and he believed her!

He had spent their day apart researching about things she had talked about. They were really in passing, but Harry was someone who truly did remember little details. It could freak people out at times but he was attentive and liked to learn people inside out. So he had spent some time finding the nearest sunflower field after she had talked about how much she loved them.

It was about 45 minutes away on a farm. There was peach picking available as well, and a small petting zoo. A nice little farm that he thinks Y/N will love. Or… at least he hopes so. He wants to woo her. Make her feel special and happy and get those beautiful smiles he had managed to steal from her face and melted him. Their whole date it had been hard to keep his hands off of her and he knew he was going to continue to struggle with that.

Sugar just had this magnetic quality about her. His hands were in hers or on her waist or tucking hair behind her ear. Making excuses to touch or brush off a leaf or right a necklace that had been fine to begin with. It didn’t seem like she minded either, considering she leaned into him and gave little smiles each time. Harry never felt so needy in his life for someone’s attention but she came right in and plucked it from him every single time.

When his mind went back to the teasing incident, it heated the coil in his stomachs. The boldness he had felt taking her fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean had come out of nowhere and had been risky, but to see her eyes widen and keep contact with his as he did so was worth it all. It had aroused her, placed that seeding in her pocket and now he just had to let it grow. His mind didn’t leave her for very long.

Sugar was growing increasingly close to his heart. Harry’s was soft and mushy and layered like a croissant, and she was cutting through the layers to the chocolate insides. All access pass to his emotions. She didn’t realize the true power she had over him at all, and he feared the day she realized.

There was a spring in his step as he finished laying out the sweets in the display case. Racks were lined up in the kitchen, some still baking and the smell of sugary cinnamon buns was the most prominent today. He’d made a schedule of which day had which main attraction and posted it on their social media. It kept people checking it and their lines moving out the door.

He had worked the dough and given himself a workout already. There wasn’t much of an ache in his arms like there used to be when he first started baking. Mixing and kneading and piping all came second nature by now, like it was icing sugar in his blood.

He arranged the cookies in rainbow order in the other case, the sugary crystals looking like glitter in the newest ones he had done. Baking wasn’t only for the taste, but the creativity. He was able to express it through decor and flavors of cakes and cookies and other pastries, do his own twists. Things that no one else could replicate exactly. Like his buttermilk pancake cookies, the strawberry shortcake ones, the cotton candy pop rocks cupcakes. All of them his own little twists.

Thankfully his arms got a break for now, heading into the back office as the doors opened to check on the paperwork. Their numbers were pretty good for a first year in operation, especially first few months, but he had to make sure he kept this hype up.

He made himself a quick coffee in the back, sighing in relief when it hit his tongue. This was his dream and it was coming true. His own bakery, loving what he did every day… and very real interest in the girl across the way.

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Harry decided that today he would ask Y/N to go to the sunflower fields this weekend but keep it a surprise. They’d been texting back and forth all morning but he wanted to ask her in person.

Their last date had gone incredibly. There hadn’t been a true kiss, which was the only thing he thinks he would change but he didn’t find the right moment to do so. Cheek pecks had been dished out a few times and he had been thankful for those more than she would know. When he got home he had found out that the gloss did in fact had sparkles, since it littered his cheeks.

He never loved glitter more.

His heart quickened as he heard her voice giving a soft ‘thank you’ to whoever must have let her into the back room, a grin growing on his face as he grabbed the iced tea he had made her. Today was strawberry rose.

“Hello, gorgeous.” His greeting and grin had her stomach erupting in those damn flutters. Stupid little dimples and green eyes and attentive gaze that had her brain cells depleting as she approached him. Harry was so good looking it almost seemed fake.

“Hi.” She peeped, fixing the bandana around her head before walking into his waiting arms for a hug. Strong, long arms wrapping around her shoulder and waist, pulling her in tightly. Letting her smell the sweetness of the baked goods on him and the spice of his cologne, her face pressed into his neck as she allowed a longer hug than was probably normal or appropriate.

“Missed you, Sugar.” His rumbled words were felt against her cheek making her giggle, arms squeezing him back in return. His chin rested on top of her head, keeping this position as long as she would allow. He wouldn’t be the first to pull back.

“Missed you too.” Harry felt the words from her lips that brushed his skin and had to hold back a shudder. They were definitely in the odd stage in between dating, not sure what was okay and what wasn’t. Handing out affections was something experimental. If he wasn’t such a sucker for making memories, he would almost wish for them to already be at a point where he could cup here cheeks and kiss her pretty little mouth stupid and leave them both breathless.

Patience, patience.

“I would hope so. Or I’d feel rather silly admitting that.” He joked, swaying them back and forth a bit. There was no rush. No awkwardness. That’s part of the reason he liked their dynamic so fucking much. No weird awkward silences. They felt good, normal. She seemed to enjoy their embrace just as much as him, and didn’t let go just yet.

“Made you a tea. It’s strawberry rose. Strawberry popping pearls too.” He informed her, pressing the cold tea against her back and making her yelp. She went to jump back but he didn’t let her, giving a mischievous smirk down at her. “No, don’t leave. M’sorry.” He cooed, though he wasn’t sorry at all. Her eyes could tell that.

“And to think I was going to kiss your cheek….” She said in faux disappointment. “You had to go and press icy cups to the back of my thin tank top.” A click of her tongue had him grumbling, placing it down on the counter behind him while keeping a one armed grip.

“Hm… I think you can forgive my transgressions. Especially because I also saved you the strawberry shortcake cookie.”

Damn. He did get her with that. Her weakness for strawberries shouldn’t have been revealed so soon, now that he had ammunition. A baker with that information was a danger to her!

“Damn you.” Her tease was ended with a peck on both cheeks, leaning back in his arms. It still felt a bit… odd. Letting someone touch her waist and stomach area so openly. Having to stop herself from flinching some of the times, knowing his hand moved over a roll of skin. Things she used to work so hard to hide.

Harry didn’t even flinch or make any weird comments. He would pull he closer and touch her openly like he had at the market and enjoyed it- so she told herself she would do the exact damn same.

“May I have two more, please?”

The beautiful man gave her a slight pout. A grown man pouting for fucking cheek kisses, all the whole looking like a model. It wasn’t fair that he was so stunning. It would be dangerous for her, wrapped up in his charm from the moment she met him.

“Fine.” A dramatic huff left her nose before gripping his chin, moving his face and pressing a longer kiss to each side of his face. Slight stubble tickled her lips, his skin warm and slightly flushed under them. It left very faint marks of her chapstick but she figured he could deal with that later.

“Happy?”

“Very.” The prideful grin was back on his face as he returned the gesture, though a bit slower. Catching her off guard. Holding the back of her neck, he pressed three kisses on each cheek, letting his nose rub against hers slightly before switching sides. So close to her actual lips, she felt she may faint. It was dramatic, but her heart was pounding from the intimacy of it all, the sweetness. He ended with a kiss delicately placed in the middle of her forehead.

The actions had made her mouth dry slightly, swallowing thickly as she tried to rid herself of it. Damn it all to hell, it was unfair that he had such an effect on her. He was so… firm but gentle. She was unsure how he managed to have such an effect on her but she didn’t want him to stop. Perhaps it was soon to be so… touchy. But it felt natural. Amazing.

The moment was broken when she felt a text buzz in her pocket. Unlooping an arm from around his waist, she grabbed her phone and took a look at the message.

“Oh, god.” She muttered, shoving it back into her pocket. “Come sit with me while I eat my snack.” She stepped out of his embrace which felt like a mourning occasion, taking his hand as he took her drink and bag with cookie in his own.

“What was that look for, if you don’t mind me asking?” Harry was nosy in general, but when it came to his girl? He was more than so. Seeing the irritation cross her face had peaked his interest and the protective flare up in his heart. Of course he didn’t want to overstep, but he was hoping she would share.

“Oh.” She sighed. Sitting closer to him than before, she craved a bit of comfort as she sipped on the tea. It was very good. Not too sweet, but not sour at all. “Well… lately I’ve had a person from my past keep trying to reach out to me. The cards told me he would, but I didn’t want to believe it.” She muttered. “It’s not a big deal. Just… someone I used to see. He does it sometimes when he’s between relationships. Doesn’t get my lack of reply or dry replies in the past as a ‘fuck off’ as I’ve intended it to be.”

Harry didn’t like that he felt jealous, but he did. It wasn’t rational and he knew that, but knowing that guys from her past were reaching out again, especially as they begin their relationship, made him antsy. It wasn’t that she even showed any interest. That had soothed him. But knowing someone bugged her and made the irritation pass her face? It annoyed the shit out of him. Especially if it was someone that knew her in the intimate sense.

“M’sorry, Sugar.” One tattooed arm wrapped around her shoulder on the couch, brushing his fingers against the back of her neck. He was trying to find a way to comfort her and control the discomfort of his jealousy, knowing someone else was at least consistently trying to win back his girl. She was his, wasn’t she?

Despite his nosiness, he didn’t want to pry too much and make her feel uncomfortable. Especially not during these fragile stages. It was just… he cared. A lot. He hadn’t ever seen the look of discomfort like that on her face and he wanted to know what it was so he could alleviate the issue. “We don’t have t’talk about it if you’d prefer not to. I just thought I’d ask. Is there anything I can do?” His fingers were lightly tickling her which made her shiver a little bit, but she shook her head.

“Thank you.” The relief was visible on her face which made him happy he didn’t push too hard. “No, there isn’t much you can do. I block him and he continues… but it’s alright. He’ll get the message eventually.”

He wouldn’t though. It had been 3 years since they’d broken up, more so she had gotten the courage to leave him and made the best decision of her life, and he was still trying to weasel his way back into her life. Regardless of the number changes and the blocking. Pleading for her to hear him out, slewing abuse, apologies, even bribes. But she was much stronger than that now to ever go back. Not to someone who hurt her that badly she almost lost who she was.

The slightly haunted look on her eyes made him frown, leaning over to peck her cheek again. He wouldn’t ask more but he could comfort the best he could. He had a few sisters, after all. He knew that men could be the most vile creatures in the world that needed a good knock upside the head, and that was coming from a man who’s motto was all peace and love, choosing his battles. He would curb his protective nosiness… for now. “Alright then. Can I move on to asking you when you’re free next?”

A change in subject was what was necessary. She swallowed the bite of delicious cookie he had whipped up with her in mind before turning to look at him with excitement sparkling in her eyes. He wanted to hang out again, and was planning on something? “Erm… Wednesday I’m free all day. I have someone to cover the shop. And Saturday. Why? What did you have in mind?” She tried not to look too eager but it was her voice that gave her away.

“It’s a longer thing. All day. So Wednesday can work.” The bright smile on his face made her giddy. He was that excited to hang out with her? That he could manage a smile that brilliant at the idea of her and his plans. “It’s a surprise. All I can say is if you’ve got a camera, I’d bring it. I’d tell you to dress pretty, but you always seem to.” His flirtation went straight to her cheeks, burning her up. It was never going to get old.

“Oi, flirt.” She jokingly pushed into him with her shoulder. “Okay… anything else? Whatever it is I’m excited to find out.” His eyes never seemed to leave her face. As intimidating as it was, it also made her feel incredible. Desired. Harry was attentive and kind and she was incredibly lucky to have his attention that way.

“Nope. You let me take care of that.”

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dancingthesambaa · 1 year

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The Bubble Has to Pop Eventually

What if Lorelai knocking Molly down left more than leaving her winded? What if it left her with a little more of a serious injury? It was a long drop from a very tall tower after all. Let’s find out shall we?

Naven knew he shouldn’t have let Ms. Blyndeff go to her sister alone, he just knew it. But as much as the girl is kind, she is just as stubborn when she sets her mind on something, even if that something is putting the world on her tiny shoulder so that no one else could shoulder it.

It was too much for a little girl and it wasn’t her responsibility in the first place, but unfortunately, with her family, she was the only one to carry the thankless burden.

She should have never carried the weight.

He should have done more to stop, to persuade her, from trying to talk to her sister. You can only do so much when faced with a brick wall that doesn’t want to tumble, that doesn’t want to listen, but Ms. Blyndeff, oh Ms. Blyndeff, was convinced that she could do it, that she can take that first brick off and have a meaningful conversation with her sister, but life doesn’t work like that and life doesn’t care. And unfortunately, Ms. Blyndeff, the twelve year old child (a child!) understood that more than anyone else.

And he loathes that.

But he couldn’t do anything else, sometimes the adults don’t have the answers, so all he could do is comfort the crying child as her older sister (the one who is supposed to care for the younger!) pushed her down the tall tower. And he even couldn’t do that right due to his dreaded pixie form, he could only hold her finger and listen to her quieted hiccups and sniffles. He watched as she made eye contact with him and even a more apologetic look spread across her face as if she had wronged him.

She could never.

“Sorry,” she apologized when she never needed to. “Sorry,” the poor girl croaked out once more. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll go fix it,” it was at that moment that made the usually soft spoken CEO want to curse out a seventeen year old girl, but he stayed silent as he watched the poor twelve year old stand up…and stumbled.

“Whoa, guess the fall took more out of me,” she muttered as she swayed upon her shaky deer legs.

“Ms. Blyndeff, I think you need to sit down,” Naven flew up and as he drew closer, he noticed that her eyes weren't focused. It almost looked dazed as if she was lost in a hypnotic trance.

“I’m fine, I need to do this,” she urged and attempted to take another step, but faltered and took a knee as a sharp pain raced up her right leg. “Ow!”

“Ms. Blyndeff!”

“Molly!”

‘Oh right, I forgot he was here,’ thought Molly as she felt Rick, still in lizard form, climb down from her head and crawl onto her shoulder.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she tried to reassure them, but she supposed that it didn’t help as she saw black spots in her vision for a brief second. ‘What’s happening?’

“You need to sit down,” the green pixie tried to persuade her as he put a hand on her other shoulder.

“I’m fine.”

“Tell that to your bleeding head,” Rick tightly said.

“Wha-”

“Pardon me,” Naven quickly flew to the back of her head, and there indeed were blood splotches staining the innocent star accessories as they trickled down her neck.

“I wondered why the room was spinning,” Molly swayed from side to side like a methodical swing set being pushed by the cold winter breeze. Then she gently touched the back of her head and when she brought it back to her face, she felt like she could throw up when she saw red. “Oh, I guess I am bleeding.”

“Lay down,” Naven ordered her as he quickly flew to one of the ivory satin curtains, ones that weren’t made of sweets thankfully, and ripped it off its peppermint hinges. “Keep this on your head and press tightly,” he urged as set the thin curtains on her head. It wasn’t much, but this was the best he could do at the moment that was safe enough, besides Molly's bear jacket, but she needs that to keep back the cold as the bleeding continues.

(And if another part of him knows that her hoodie was a security blanket then that will be kept solely to himself.)

“Okay,” Molly muttered as she loosely held the curtains up to her head with a pained wince, but that wasn’t enough. Of course it wasn’t, it was merely a placeholder that was subpar compared to actual medical help, but they could only do so much in this desolated spot, so that meant one thing.

They needed to get help.

“I’ll watch over her,” Naven looked down from his growing panic and saw Rick with a hard look in his reptilian eyes. “You have those wings on your back and can fly almost as fast as me in the water, except this is not water, but air. You go, I can watch over her, I can do that much.”

“Make sure to keep her awake,” Naven resolutely nodded as he floated down to the injured girl's eyesight. “I’ll be right back Ms. Blyndeff, I just need to get someone for assistance.”

“But I’m fine right? It’s just a little bump in the head, Trixie gets those all the time when she falls off the monkey bars to get away during extreme tag,” She softly said as her face was smooshed against the floor. She would adjust it, but it was already too heavy to carry, and when she moved it made her want to puke something she couldn’t. How could she? She hadn’t eaten since yesterday and she’s been using her Epithet a lot.

Naven hesitated for just a brief moment, before gently talking as if not wanting to startle a wounded leopard cub. “I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you will be more than okay.” And with one last gentle nudge to her forehead, swiping away some of her loose curls, he shot back up and quickly flew off into the hallway.

He had a teenage brat to find.

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Rick Shades was many things, he was the wizard extraordinaire, an epithet user, a former (forced) participant of the Colosseum, and an escapee of said Colosseum, but he was no doctor. If he was, he would have helped his friends in the aftermath of the dreaded death matches instead of watching them bleed out and die for the king's entertainment.

(Sometimes he wished he had a healing Epithet, maybe then he wouldn’t have been chosen to compete in the Colosseum.)

But none of that right now can help Molly, except to try to keep her awake. So instead, he did what he does best. He talked.

He talked about his pet shark and how he loved to play with him by the reefs. He talked about his past, about how his friends back home were always amazed by his epithet and how their bond was. He talked about the colosseum and how they forgot him. He talked about the battles and how he didn’t want to win, but to make sure the friends he made in the death tournament won instead, so they didn’t have to suffer. He talked about his escape and how he felt the disconnect of their strings in the middle of his escape and how he drowned. And he talks about so much more, but he makes Molly talk, he makes sure to keep her engaged, to keep her focused (to keep her alive).

(“Are you sure they're not your friends? Maybe they're just too far from your range?” She whispered as she curled up in a ball and breathed. Breathing and listening was all she could do, it hurt. It hurts. It hurts.

That made Rick fall silent. Does his Epithet have a range? Did his friends not cruelly prank him for his demise?… He can think about that later)

“You know,” he says as he nudges her cheek, making sure to let her know he is still there. “My name isn’t Rick Shades.”

“It isn’t?” She croaked out.

“No, I don’t like to use it in case I ever fight my friends,” Rick(?) shook his head.

“Then what is it? I promise we won’t fight,” she weakly held out her blood stained pinky.

“What are you doing?” He eyed her small pinky with a curious look.

“It’s a pinky promise, one of the strongest kinds of promises there is.”

“Like magic?”

“I like to think it’s like magic.”

A brief moment passed then he scrambled down her arm and wrapped his tail around her pinky. “Then the promise has been made.”

Then unconsciously a small trail of black lighting softly phases through both their bodies and, though not to the naked eye, wraps a small little bow around their souls.

“I am Toidei Gourami, but my friends called me Odi,” he felt like he could swim to the edges of the ocean when he let that go. Like a heavy shackle had been weighing him down was suddenly unlocked and he was able to gasp for air once more.

“Odi, I-I like that name,” she wetly chuckled.

“Yeah, so do I,” he choked out the lump in his throat.

“It’s nice to meet you Odi,” the little girl, despite her forced responsibilities and baggage, giggled.

“It's wonderful to meet me too!” He boisterously laughed before pausing. “Your Epithet Dumb can take away things correct? Will it be able to make the wound disappear?”

“No, only dumb down the pain. It can’t take away the wound, but it can reduce the pain,” she groggily said with a yawn.

“Better than nothing!” And with that, the lizard gingerly climbed back to her head and a small cackle of black electricity emerged from his body and surrounded her head, then neck, then encompassed her entire body. “You have such an amazing Epithet you know that! It is only fitting that such a courageous figure like yourself can wield such epic magic!”

“It can only dumb things or make it silent,” Molly lightly snorted as she felt the pain ease up. Unfortunately, it was still there, but it just now felt like a jackhammer in her skull than a full on construction crew. But it was during that momentary pause that she felt a strong force bubbling from her throat as she began to viciously cough and it was only when it subsided did both noticed that amongst the floor and clothes were speckles of red that did not belong.

Molly paled as Rick stared, but it was both muted panic.

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Naven hated these accursed wings and even more this blasted pixie form, he could only fly so fast and it still wasn’t fast enough.

He was just barely making it to a four way intersection of the hallway of this hovel when he spotted a pink-haired gargoyle man with an angered and determined look on his face; he'll have to ask about that later, walking from the outer left hallway.

He almost breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Murder! Mr. Murder!” His yells caught Giovanni's attention transforming his murder spree look, oh the irony, back into his exuberant and cheerful puppy dog expression.

“Ahoy hoy other judge, I was just about to come back up for the-” he was cut off both by the look of panic on the normally calm hostage/judge's face, but mostly by his next words.

“Ms. Blyndeff is seriously injured.”

What

“What?!”

“I need your assistance to find the eldest Ms. Blyndeff because I’m not fast enough,” the CEO/speech teacher continued as if he hadn’t dropped a nuclear bomb on the proclaimed villain.

“Bear Trap hurt!” He was still stuck on that thought but managed to push it to the side (not out the forefront of his mind) and replace it with a nod. “Say no more,” he grabs the green pixie and puts him on his head, “I’ll get us to the kitchen fast.” Then he took off as fast as his feet could take him, if he used his wings for an extra speed boost then no one is complaining. They made it just in time to see Lorelai, her wand raised high above her head, as she stood behind an oblivious Trixie and Feenie, both of who were arguing about something in front of a closet.

Naven was already very angered and worried about one of his students, so to see the other two being loomed over by the same person who already harmed his student? He was not having it in the slightest.

“Ms. Blyndeff stand down!” He yelled, flying off the man's head, startling all three girls.

“Naven!” The two little girl pixies cried out as they were stunned to see that Lorelai was behind them, but managed to fly around her and towards the other two adults.

“What are you doing here so early?” The bunny witch nervously chuckled as she hit her wand behind her back. “I wasn’t using magic I was just-”

“Frankly I do not care, Ms. Blyndeff is heavily injured,” Naven cut through his words.

That made Lorelai's stomach drop as she unconsciously released their magical forms thus turning them all back into humans.

‘Molly hurt?’

“What do you mean she’s injured?!” Trixie yelled in shock.

“She’s hurt! How did she get hurt?!” Feenie panicked as she rushed over to her teacher.

“We can discuss it later, but for now we have to go-” a fast figure rushed past them as they turned to see Lorelai already running through the halls. The rest of the group wordlessly began to follow her.

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Lori knew where she was going, she created this entire world and there isn’t a single blade of twizzler grass that gets stepped on without her knowing. So of course she knew where Molly was when that rich CEO told her the…news, even without the reflection of the looking glass, she could practically hear the heartbeats of everyone in her hovel.

But what she wasn’t prepared for was her baby sister curled up in that weirdo dude's lap as she entered the foyer, she didn’t expect to see her bloody and heavily breathing.

She still remembered the smell of the smoke

She still remembered the feeling of heat

She still remembered hearing her father mourning cry and her sister wail in anguish

She still remembered the sight of her mom still form as the ambulance took her away

And. Isn’t. This. Familiar?

Lori took a step forward (when did she stop) to her sister but paused as her baby sister was moved away from her. She looked up in fierce anger at whoever dared move her when she saw a deep look in the man who was cradling Molly. She couldn’t quite describe what it was, but it wasn’t the promise of safety for anyone (for her) who dared to come near.

Rick, who is now back in his human body, had transferred Molly into his lap and curled her head gently up as he held his jacket to the bleeding wound. The young girl tried to stop him at first, but he pointedly told her that she was worth more than a mere jacket. And when he saw that the strange witch's sister tried to come near (after what she did!) his friend, he wasn’t about to let his small friend go anywhere close to her.

He wasn’t about to let any threats near her, even if he had to show her what a survivor from a death tournament looked like.

The two younger children would have commented on seeing Rick, the exuberant weirdo stranger, getting mad was weird, but they were too focused on their wounded friend.

“Molly!”

“Bear Trap!” Giovanni, who had the longer legs, was the first to arrive next to the downed duo as he kneeled down in front of his littlest minion. “Bear Trap, what happened?”

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”

“That’s a lot of blood! What happened?!”

Molly, who was in a daze, could faintly see her friends and Boss surrounding her, but then she saw who was behind and stilled as she remembered the last words Lori spoke to her before she was dropped down the tower.

If you want me nonviolent, then you better stay quiet

A direct threat to her friends.

She can’t let that happen, she can’t let them get hurt because of her!

She has to fix this.

She has to fix this right now!

“Bear Trap, come on say some-” Giovanni's panicked tone was cut off by a small voice.

“…sry.”

“What was that Molls.” Trixie leaned in.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as she stared directly at her sister.

“…what?” Feenie blankly said.

“Why are you apologizing to her!” The pinkette hissed as they glared at the witch who resembled another word very close to it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt them, I’m sorry,” she choked out as it broke free from her throat. “My fault, my fault I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Tears poured down her face as she pleaded and begged. “I’m sorry!”

“Molly,” Lorelai's voice clogged up her throat. Sure she wanted to apologize for trying to trick her and never playing with her, but not like this. Not like she was afraid of what she would do to her, she would never really hurt her sister. She wouldn’t!

“…what,” But apparently not everyone got that memo as Trixie glared at the one who put them in this mess in the first place. “What the hell did you do!”

“I-I-”

“I-I nothing you stupid fucking ass! You think an apology will fix this? No wonder Molly hates being home, if it isn’t her shit father forcing her to work, clean, cook, and every other shit like a fucking slave then it’s her sister who thinks it’s funny to try to kill off her sister!

“I didn’t mean to!” She hyperventilated. She didn’t mean to! She didn’t mean to! She just wanted Molly to finally play with her and her alone, she didn’t want this! Not this! Not again!

“Then what do you call this!” They points to their heavily breathing friend as their cousin took out some of the bandages he kept in his man purse and began to bandage her up.

(“You’ll be just fine Bear Trap,” Giovanni whispered as he methodically wrapped the wound.

“Don’t worry Boss, I’m fine,” she coughed out as she leaned into his warm hands. It was nice, she had to thank him and Rick, they had really warm hands.

“Yeah,” he choked out as tears threatened to burst from the corner of his eyes. “You will be.”)

“What do you call that?!”

“Take a breath,” Naven puts a hand on her shoulder, “screaming will do no good.” His glare shifts back to the wide eyed teenager. “Can your Epithet fix this?”

“I don’t know, I can try,” she shakily held out her wand and began to chant. “Fix-fix the wound and uhh and-”

“You don’t need a spell,” Feenie's steel voice cut through her words like a hot metal knife through butter. “Hurry up.”

“Right,” she was shaken that she forgot and just flicked her wand as her Epithet washed down on Molly…then nothing. Nothing happened. “It’s not working, why isn’t it working? When someone is hit by my Epithet I can fix it!? Why can’t I fix this?!” She kept flicking her wand over and over again, but still, nothing happened.

“I was afraid of that,” the adult slightly gritted his teeth. “It’s because this isn’t Epithet related, she got this injury when you vanished the ground from beneath her and she fell from the tower with her head smashing into the floor,” Naven said calmly, but it didn’t sound like the sway of a field of flowers, no this sounded more like the soft crunches of autumn leaves as the predator stalks its prey. “Congratulations, it seems you do have what it takes to kill someone.” He went for the throat.

Lorelai choked.

“Unless you wish to save her then get us out of this bubble, so we can take her to the hospital,” he sank his teeth deeper.

No other words needed to be said as the scenery around them vanished and just like that once more, the bunny had lost to the leopard.

Everyone was thrown back due to the abrupt dislodge from the world, but thankfully Giovanni and Rick kept a tight hold on Molly as they tumbled into one of the shelves.

“Molly!” The self proclaimed villain, holding onto her right side, quickly sat up to check and much to his dismay, found that she was unconscious. It would seem that during the transition, Rick accidentally let go of his Epithet. The crashing wave of pain bludgeoned into her all at once and, in some twisted god sense of humor, it knocked out the poor girl, no longer feeling the pain.

“Do you have a healer on hand?” Rick asked someone in the room as he stood up. He willingly let go of his friend, he could tell by the other fellow gingerly holding her that she was in safe hands.

“My chauffeur outside,” Naven quickly said as, once he got off the plastic seat, he held the door open.

“Hold on Molly!” The blonde child whimpered as she and Trixie freed themselves of the giant teddy bear they fell on.

“You survived worse, no way can a fall kill you,” the youngest girl aggravatedly called out as if her words could pierce through the unconsciousness.

“Molly-” Lori began as she reached out, but was cut off by a voice covered in poison.

“You’ve done enough,” Giovanni snarled like a painted dog protecting its pup as he lifted his wounded minion into his arms and, without even giving the teenager another look, he raced out the open door. Not even wasting a second, everyone else followed after with Naven giving her the final word.

“Reality is inevitable to all and it doesn’t care for anyone's opinions or opposition, but people have made do with that and thrived. Your younger sister understands, but neither you nor your father seems to comprehend that. Wake up Ms. Blyndeff, you're no longer in your bubble anymore.”

Then he closed the door, leaving the teen in shocked silence.

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The door was violently pulled open, but the chauffeur didn’t care. She was just glad her boss was finally back.

“Finally! It’s been already-”

“No time, we need to get to the nearest hospital quickly,” Naven cut her off.

“For wha-holy shit!” She then noticed that there were five people in the car than there were supposed to, but one of those people was an unconscious and bloody child. “What the hell happen- You know what tell me later,” she starts the car. “Buckle up!”

The usual fifteen minutes to the hospital took only five. If you ignored the running of red lights, driving on the sidewalk, almost bulldozing through a few people, but no one in the car, not even the goody two shoes, Phoenicia, was complaining.

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“So this ‘IV’ is used to help people with ‘nutrients’ and not just water being put into the blood so that you surface dwellers can float?”

“One day, I need to visit the ocean country,” Trixie muttered as she and Naven watch Rick inspect the IV pole.

“I concur,” the speech teacher nodded.

“How are you feeling Molly?” Feenie gently asked.

“Just fine now that the room isn’t spinning,” the drowsy, but thankfully healed, child gave a tiny smile to her worried friend. “And thanks for helping me Rick.”

“What are friends for!”

“Yeah thanks for sticking by Molly,” the pinkette hopped from their chair and punched the older man in the arm. “You're pretty alright for a giant weirdo that we thought was dead. Glad you weren’t dead.”

“Thank you! I too am thankful I’m not dead!” He smiled widely.

“Speaking of dead, where is that buttmunch?” Trixie glanced at the door.

“Didn’t you send him to the cafeteria?” Molly asked, when she had woken up she hadn’t seen him there.

“I had to, else he would have worried and paced the color off the floor,” the girl crossed her arms. She wasn’t wrong though, Giovanni was in a constant state of panic and distress that the loudmouth girl had to send him to get food else he might have woken up Molly, but, and this was only for her, herself, and the privacy of her mind, she wanted to get his mind off of this. During the entire time, her cousin had been unnaturally silent. Gio, her loudmouth cousin who thought it was fun to eat hot grill coal, was silent. That was an oxymoron in itself.

“I hope he’s okay,” she sighed and like a desperate soul looking for a deal, the devil came knocking.

Or in this case, yelling as Giovanni yelled out.

“I got your text! Why didn’t you call me that she was awake!” He scurried into the room with a tray pile of food, pockets of snacks, and a bag full of drinks.

“Dang cuz, did you rob the place?” Trixie said, making Feenie gasp.

“Rob! A hospital?!”

“Take it easy little miss hero, I’m a bad guy, not a bad person,” he rolled his eyes. “I mean what kind of person steals from a hospital?”

“I guess that makes sense?” She tilted her head in confusion, but Giovanni was already rushing past her and to the bed.

“Bear Trap! I’m so glad to see you’re awake!” He smiled as he set down his stuff and was about to ruffle her hair, only to pause at the remembrance of her wound. He instead grabbed her hand, the one which didn’t have the IV in it, and gently squeezed it. “You gave us all a heart stopping scare.”

“Sorry about that Boss, but I’m all good now. The only casualty was my hoodie,” she joked as she squeezed back.

“Don’t worry, pops has a secret cleaning detergent that gets rid of all blood stains,” Trixie pipes up.

“And if you need it sewn back together, I can help with that,” Giovanni saw that one of the ears was torn and he knew that it would devastate her.

“I can get the materials!” Feenie offered with a raised hand.

“And I can watch!” Rick boisterously mimicked the blonde.

“You guys,” Molly sniffed with a watery smile. She didn’t want to see how her hoodie, the one her mom lovingly made, was utterly ruined. She doesn’t know if she could stomach seeing the state it was in. “Thank you.”

Naven smiled at the touching scene before he noticed someone approaching the door. It took him a moment to realize it was the same young man that bought the cards from the toy store.

“Excuse me young man,” the figure turned to him. “Are you here to visit Ms. Blyndeff?”

“Yeah, how’d you-” he fully walked in to see Molly weak and bandaged. “What the hell happened?”

“A crappy sister that’s what,” Trixie couldn’t stop herself from saying before taking a double look. “Wait, who the hell are you?”

“Sylvie!” Molly beamed at seeing her friend, “what are you doing here?”

“Well I came back to the hospital for my check up when I ran into Giovanni and he mentioned that you were here,” he walked closer. “Thanks for leaving me behind.”

“Don’t mention it,” the pinkette man grinned.

“That was sarcasm.”

“I know, but you worded it as a compliment ergo thank you,” he mockingly grinned.

“I can’t stand you,” the therapist sighed before softening his expression towards Molly. “If you don’t mind me asking, what happened? I tried visiting you today and as I can see now you might have been busy, but the last time I saw you, you were complaining about your sister skipping out on a shift the other day?” Three days after he got out of the hospital he tentatively made his way to the toy shop and was truly met with the sight of Molly multi-tasking by doing taxes, taking stock of the toys, and still managing the store by herself. If she wasn’t twelve, he would have considered that efficient, but she is and he considered that against child labor laws.

“As I mentioned before, the crappy sister did this,” Trixie relaxed as she and Feenie looked toward the new guy. If Molly thought this guy was cool then he was cool with them, she is the best judge of character.

“And CPS has yet to intervene?” He couldn’t help but say.

“You would think,” Naven said under his breath.

“They don’t listen to twelve year olds,” the patient grumbled before happily taking a pudding cup that Giovanni opened for her. “Thanks!”

“Don’t mention it Bear Trap,” he said as he cracked open an Oj bottle.

“Ah, adults' own belief in their arrogance and other liked minds reign supreme to them over the words of those younger and perceived to be naive. I feel you there, I had too many to deal with in my time,” he solemnly nodded.

“Your time? What are you, some kind of grandpa?” The youngest child snorted, earning a wordless fistbump from her cousin.

“Grandpa?!”

“You visited the shop? Sorry I didn’t see you,” Molly cut in before another argument could break out.

He looked up and down at her before deadpanning. “You are literally the last person to apologize.”

“That’s what we’ve been trying to tell her,” the blonde furiously agreed.

“Sor-I’ve been trying to break the habit, but you know me. Better to apologize than deal with a bigger fallout,” she weakly chuckled. She has been trying to stand up for herself more, but seeing as her last attempt ended her up here well…

“My offer for that free therapy session still stands,” Sylvie gently told her. He wasn’t kidding, he still owed her for sending in the cow plushie along with a few card games, but more importantly, he wanted to help a friend.

“I can pay for your session,” Naven spoke up. He was going to pay for the hospital fee, but Ms. Fleecity beat him to the punch. He wanted to help out any way he could and he had more money to spend than he could count. Of course, Molly tried to deny them and insist she pay for it, but one look from both her friends made the eldest of the children back down.

“I’ll…I’ll think about it,” she slowly nodded as everyone began to talk and along the way picked up on another surprise.

“So I presume the friend you were asking for back at the shop was Ms. Blyndeff?” Naven said to Sylvie.

“Yeah…wait now I know why you look so familiar back at the shop! You're the CEO of STEM!” The Epithet user stood up. No wonder why he felt like he knew him, of course he knew him! Everyone who hasn’t lived under a rock knows him.

“Indeed I am,” the man merely smiled as he sipped his tea.

“This is so cool-wait no professional,” he quickly sat back down and leaned back to pretend he wasn’t about to fanboy before another thought occurred to him. “Wait, why were you working at the Toy shop?”

“I was merely helping out as Ms. Blyndeff's older sister was…preoccupied.”

“Which means slacking off,” Trixie spoke up from all three girls plus Giovanni attempting to help Rick navigate around a phone, one of Feenie's many, many collections.

And judging by how Naven didn’t attempt to correct her, the silence said plenty.

“But how does Molly know you?” The boy pressed, still more than confused.

“Oh I’m their speech teacher.”

“What.”

“They asked me to be of assistance and I couldn’t just say no. They are polite young children,” the green haired man smiled as if it was common sense.

“…you know what, with how this month has been shaping out, I’ve heard weirder,” Sylvie just decide to not question the strangeness and accept the fact that this was happening. What he did do instead was pile on question upon question to the man, all of which he seemed happy with answering.

Though the conversation may have been cut short when Molly let it slip that Sylvie was sheep boy that could create magical sheeps. Let it be known that she has never thought that a higher pitch could be reached when Feenie squealed then full on tackled Sylvie and practically begged him to show her the ‘oh so wonderful and phantasmal cute and cuddly sheep.’

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It was until discharge later that night, thankfully a nurse with an Epithet called Recover managed to heal most of the damages to her body, mostly her skull fracture, that they all remembered a stark problem.

“Yeah, Molly ain’t going back to that house,” Trixie was the first to say it as they all stood in the parking lot. “You're staying with me,” she then took out her phone.

“I don’t want to intrude,” Molly yawned as she hung over Giovanni's back. The nurse may have healed her body, but she could still feel her over usage of her Epithet rebounding on her along with the throbbing pain in the back of her skull.

“You won’t,” Feenie firmly told her as she carried Molly's stuff in a cute pink bag.

“Ain’t hearing it, you can probs stay for a few days without issue, but that’s better than staying at your dump of a place,” the pinkette bulldozed through.

“No worries, I have a plan,” Giovanni said as he snatched up Molly's bag from the blonde hands and adjusted his hold on said child. “Bye!” Then began to run off with both the bag and its owner. He made a promise to her shit father after all that he was gonna take the most precious thing in that toy shop of his. He was a villain of his words and there was no way he was gonna back down, not after all that had happened

A brief moment of silence before someone spoke up.

“Did that just happen?” Asked Sylvie, not believing that Molly was just taken.

“I think it just did,” the lone pinkette blankly nodded before unconsciously picking up their ringing phone. “Ahoy hoy?”

“Hey Short Snack! It is I the great-”

“Giovanni! Bring back Molly right now you frick fracker!” She cut him off before he could continue.

“Hey I don’t frack, even I’m not that evil,” she could hear him whine before her phone got snatched away by Phoenicia.

“RETURN OUR FRIEND AT ONCE YOU BABOON!”

“Hell no!”

“I beg your pardon,” she thinly said before the original owner took back her phone and put it on speaker.

“Why should I? Bear Trap was more than miserable there, she was suffering! She worked her ass off and still hasn't gotten any help from her family, that’s BS. When I saw her deadbeat dad, I told him I was gonna steal the most valuable thing! I even threw a baseballing card at his head, I’m a man of my word!”

“You threw a baseball at my dad?” They heard Molly's groggy voice say, but it wasn’t out of anger.

“You still can’t just kidnap someone! That’s against the law!” The blonde bit back, not wanting to admit that he had a point.

“Well Bear Trap staying at that place would also be against the law now wouldn’t it!”

“He’s not wrong,” Sylvie muttered to himself, but the young girl still heard him.

“Whose side are you on?!”

“And thus, this concludes the first and so far greatest crime of Vincent Murder! Crimesman extraordinaire! MWAHAHAHA!! Also, say hi to Aunt Izzy and Uncle Iggy for me.”

“I won’t,” Trixie grumbled.

“Then say HI to the dial tone! HAHAHAHAHHA!” Was the last thing everyone heard before it was cut off.

“Well I’ll be, he actually did it,” Naven murmured to himself before clapping his hands. “Alright, who would like a ride back?”

“Me! Me!” The two other girls raised their hands as the youngest continued. “Also, can you talk to our parents and help us get out of trouble since we stayed out so late? I really don’t want my mom yelling at me.”

“I’ll be happy too.”

“Sweet, last one to the car, a rotten egg!” The girl dashed off.

“No fair! You had a head start!” Feenie whined as she ran after. Of course the two girls were worried about their missing friend, but they at least have trust Giovanni will watch over her until they get a call back from Molly.

“Oooo is this a game? Let me join, I too shall not be a rotten egg!” Rick yelled out as he followed close behind.

“You're not worried about him just taking Molly?” Sylvie, playing devil's advocate, asked as both he and Naven slowly made their way to the car.

“I have faith that Mr. Murder will take good care of Ms. Blyndeff,” a proclaimed villain he may be, but there is no doubt that he wasn’t an older brother to her since he first saw the two interact. Even when he was held ‘hostage’ Mr. Murder would always talk very animatedly about his minions, which included Ms. Blyndeff as well. Anyone with an open eye could clearly see he cared and loved for each of them. “I know you do too.”

“What kind of fake last name is Murder anyways,” the therapist said in lieu of an answer as the two continued the walk in silence.

And you know what? They were right as when the morning came in the Crusher household, there were Molly crying tears of sorrow and joy as she ate cinnamon apple raisin waffles as Giovanni and Crusher both comforted her.

She was gonna be just fine.

#epithet erased #prison of plastic #molly blyndeff #rick shades #giovanni #naven nuknuk #lorelai blyndeff #Molly deserves the world #Big brother Giovanni #Protective Rick Shades #He fought in a Death Tournament #He can be angy all he wants

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Day 8: Lyrics

It's Simon and Baz's last winter break before they graduate, and subsequently never see each other again. They should be glad to be rid of each other, right? But then why are they clinging to what little time they have left? Why is it so hard to say how you really feel?

(or, a fic inspired by the song Head Over Heals)

Length: 2532

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or below the cut

SIMON

“Looks like it might rain,” I say, leaning my forearms on the porch railing. The night sky is filled with cold gray clouds—the moon barely visible.

Baz makes a non-committal sound and takes another drag from his cigarette.

I don’t know why I followed him out here. It’s dark and cold and I’m breathing in second-hand smoke. I should have stayed inside with Shep and Penny. I should have left the party as soon as I saw Baz.

I never learned how to leave Basilton Pitch alone, though. The only thing worse than being around Baz is not being around him.

And a small, very stupid, part of me is convinced Baz invited me out here. I was laughing at a joke Shepard made, Baz was leaning against the living room wall, acting cool and better than everyone else at this crowded party. I looked up, across the people playing beer pong, and we locked eyes. He looked bored. I probably looked buzzed. Then Baz tipped his head towards the hallway and slipped away, through the house and out the sliding glass door.

He was probably just flicking some of his obnoxiously pretty hair out of his face, not gesturing for me to follow him out back. But I did. And now I’m out here, bothering him during winter break when we’re supposed to be enjoying the time we have away from each other and the tiny dorm room we share.

Freshman year Penny said I followed Baz around like a lost puppy. I argued with her about that at the time, but I’m starting to see her point.

I feel stupid, stood out here with nothing to say. No reason to be near Baz. I don’t know why he hasn’t told me to fuck off yet.

“Did you see the sunset last night? It was gorgeous,” I try talking to him again.

Baz finally turns to look at me. The wood railing he leans against presses into his hip. Gray eyes peer down his long, crooked nose at me. I turn my neck to look up at him from my hunched over position.

If this is what gets his attention, I’ll keep talking. “It was mostly orange but like the underside of some of the clouds in the west, wer-were this crazy-pretty purple.”

Baz doesn’t say anything, so I keep going—I put my half empty cider can on the porch railing, and reach into my back pocket for my phone, ready to show him the grainy pictures I took of the sky yesterday. I move closer to him; one of my hands brushes his cool fingers griping the wood railing.

He flicks the ash of his fag and then pushes my hand away from him with a small sneer.

Anger bubbles up in me. He’s always doing shit like that: keeping me at a distance with a calculated system of touches. We only make contact when he’s pushing me away. It’s infuriating. It makes me want to shove my hands onto him, to bury myself in his chest and tear him apart, so he can’t get rid of me.

“Did you want me alone to talk about the weather?” Baz asks annoyed, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” I huff. I don’t mention I think he wanted me out here. He’d think I’ve gone mad. (Maybe I have).

Baz scoffs.

“So uh, how’s break been for you? Are you looking forward to finally being rid of me?” I ask, with a teasing smile. It’s easy to fall back on our familiar scripts of insults and fighting.

“I am counting down the days, Snow, had an advent calendar customized for the occasion,” he says grinning. He takes another drag, then hesitates before continuing, “I’ll admit, I am a little nervous about finishing this school year.”

“Well if the great Basilton Pitch is worried about his marks then the rest of us are well and truly fucked,” I joke.

He doesn’t smile, or even roll his eyes at me. Baz just looks at the ground.

“It’s not grades. It’s-I’m not sure what I want to do with myself after school. I don’t know if child education is even right for me anymore.” He slumps a little—his lips forming into a small frown.

Okay Baz must be a little drunk. There’s no way he’d be talking to me about his anxieties if he were sober.

I want to reassure him. I hate to admit it, but he’s brilliant—and charming when he wants to be—I’m sure he could be successful in any field he wanted.

“Do you not like it? Or are you worried you’ll be rubbish? Because I’ve seen you a few times with your siblings, you’ll be fantastic as a teacher.”

Baz’s cheeks flush just slightly, and for a moment a small smile crosses his face, but he quickly schools his features into the allure, uncaring mask I’m so familiar with. There are cracks in it this time though. It’s subtle: his cheeks are still red, and the corners of his mouth are ever so slightly pulled up. I doubt he even realizes this, but nothing about Baz escapes my attention.

My chest warms with the knowledge that I made him smile. Or no—it’s probably just the few ciders I drank. Yeah, that is what’s making me all warm and fuzzy inside.

“You don’t know anything, Snow,” he mumbles, before taking another drag. His eyes are glued to the wood we’re standing on. “My father’s always on me about not working hard enough for this, he thinks I’m wasting money. He wanted me to be a lawyer, or a doctor.”

“That’s bullshit,” I exclaim. Baz works harder at his education than anyone I know, besides Penelope.

“It’s just how he is,” Baz says like he’s trying not to care.

“It’s bullshit,” I say again, trying to get through to him. “Does he not know how dedicated you are? Does he not know you’re at the top of all your classes?” I ask, angry at the idea that anyone would try to discredit the passion and work Baz puts into his schooling.

“Enough, enough,” Baz waves me off. He tucks a stray lock of black hair behind his ear, his gray eyes shifting to the left. My eyes follow the movement of his long fingers. He looks at me again, long eyelashes fluttering. His mouth still smiling so small it’d be hard for anyone else to pick up on. And-

Oh. Oh fuck.

BAZ

Inviting Snow out here was a terrible idea. His plain blue eyes shine in the faint moonlight, and he’s pointing that blazing sunshine smile of his at me. I can’t handle being this close to Simon Snow; it’s like standing in the middle of a burning forest. I was set on fire the moment we met.

I used to hate him. Those first few months my crush on Simon was insufferable, and I was terrified of my presumably straight roommate finding out I was gay. It frustrated me endlessly, so I took it out on him. I didn’t realize what I felt for him had turned into love until I’d established myself as the villain in Snow’s life. And then it was too late for me to do anything but watch myself burn.

And now he’s talking to me like he cares about what I have to say. And I’m (idiotically) opening up to him, which for some unfathomable reason he’s being nice about. It’s the most we’ve said to each other without getting antagonistic. It’s doing wonderful (cruel, painful) things to my heart. I can’t help but think about his future, and mine, and the imaginary one in my head that we spend together.

I should leave—go back inside, or take the tube home, but I’m weak. And Snow’s standing so close to me I can almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

We go back to uni for our last semester together in a few days, and then whatever I have with Snow will be over, permanently. I’ve always known he wouldn’t be in my life forever, but lately I’ve really been living in the past, trying to pretend this (as if there is a this. As if I’ll ever be anything to Simon Snow) will last longer. I’ll drag tonight out as long as I can.

“What are your grand plans after graduation?” I ask, desperate to keep him here with me. I puff out smoke from my cigarette. Snow puffs out a warm breath into the cool night air.

He looks like his brain’s overheating.

SIMON

I’m in love with him.

I drop my head into my empty palm. Everything hits me so fast I feel dizzy with it. I’m in love with Basilton Pitch. Holy shit. Of course I don’t realize until I’m already head over heels and truly fucked. My heart’s racing so fast I think it’s going to burst out of my chest. I can’t breathe.

Fuck, okay, I need to calm down. It’s not that big of a deal, yeah?

I try to focus on what Baz asked me. He says something about graduation, and plans after.

“I-” my brain is scrambling to come up with words that make sense “-I don’t know. I went into mathematics because I like it, but I’ve no clue what jobs I could even get with my degree.” I shrug. The academic advisor’s been on me about figuring out my future, but I’m not good at thinking about that shite. It’s too overwhelming, so I just don’t think.

Baz stares at me in disbelief. “How do you not know your career options?”

I shrug. “It’s scary,” I admit to him. “I never thought I’d make it to uni. In the care home I never thought I’d graduate secondary school.”

I try not to say things like that to people. They either look at me with pity or try to be encouraging by saying I would have found a way to finish school even as an orphan. I hate both reactions.

Baz doesn’t do either, he just nods.

This is okay, I can handle this. I can fancy Baz for a few months and then graduate and move on like it’s nothing. Easy-peasy.

I’m staring at his lips. I can’t stop staring.

They look so soft, and kissable. I want to know if his mouth is as cold as his hands always are.

Baz raises an eyebrow at me.

I flick my eyes up to his. He’s giving me that look—the one that usually means he wants to throttle me for being a prat. It sends an electric thrill down my spine and settles in my core.

“Sorry I sh-” I feel my face burning up “-I shouldn’t have said that, about secondary school.”

I force my gaze away from Baz’s mesmerizing face.

“What do you want to do? With your life, without thinking about education or money or other bullshit,” Baz asks.

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “I don’t think about it.”

He looks puzzled. I expect a jab at my intelligence, but it never comes.

“I think blacksmiths are cool, but like, is that even a career anymore?”

Baz lets out a loud laugh.

“Shut up,” I groan. For one fleeting moment I thought we could be pleasant towards each other.

“Sorry, sorry,” Baz composes himself. “I think that’s hot-cool. It’s cool.”

I can’t help the giant smile that takes over my face.

“Hot?”

“Shut up,” Baz rolls his eyes.

“I’m just surprised, you’ve never told me how sexy you find me before.”

“Oh god,” he groans. I laugh at his pained expression. “Please make it stop,” he dramatically begs.

“It’s okay, we all know I could never measure up to the standards of the great Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”

BAZ

I should go along with Simon’s self-deprecating joke, but I can’t let him go on thinking he isn’t the most attractive man in existence, and the ticking time bomb on our relationship has me feeling desperate.

“You want to know something embarrassing?” I ask.

He nods.

“I was so mean to you when we first met because I had a raging crush on you and was too closeted to admit it.”

Simon’s eyes widen. I can see the cogs turning in his brain. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just looks like he’s choosing his next works carefully. Something I can’t imagine Snow has ever done before. It worries me. Maybe I’ve truly fucked things up this time.

“You know what else is embarrassing?” he asks. “I just realized tonight that I’ve had a crush on you since freshman year.”

“That’s not funny.” God, this was a terrible idea.

“It wasn’t a joke,” Simon says seriously.

But it must be, there’s no way I have a chance with Simon Snow.

I want to leave, but my eyes catch the can Simon left on the railing. Its logo is a four-leaf clover. I’ve never believed in good luck charms, but maybe tonight the universe will be on my side.

SIMON

I look into Baz’s eyes. His gaze flicks down to my lips. I take a step towards him. Baz drops his fag and snuffs it out while keeping his eyes on me.

This close I can feel his breath on my face. It smells like stale nicotine but I don’t care.

I pull him down to me by the back of the neck, and attack him. I don’t hesitate—I can’t—I’ll burst out of my skin if I don’t kiss him right now. Baz melts into the kiss.

Baz kisses me back just as passionately. Like he’s a drowning man and I’m his only source of air. It makes my knees weak.

I tangle a hand into his long dark hair. It’s so smooth. Exactly how I imagined. Baz moans when I tug.

One of his hands cups my jaw, the other moves towards my arse, pulling my closer.

I press him against the wood railing, and then I keep pressing. My hands are reaching for every little bit of Baz I can touch. I can’t get close enough. I need to be closer, I need to meld us together into one. I need to make up for all the time we wasted fighting with each other. Maybe then Baz would know how much I love him. He’d understand what he means to me.

He rubs a thumb across my cheek, then pushes me away, for air.

I pout; I still haven’t gotten my fill of Basilton Pitch.

“Simon,” he breathes.

“Baz,” I say, kissing his bottom lip, it’s swollen from all the kissing. The thought makes my insides fuzzy. I move down to kiss his chin.

“Simon,” Baz says again.

“Baz,” I hum, my lips just under his ear.

He starts to shiver at the sensation, but stops himself.

“Simon,” he says seriously.

I pull away to look at him. “What?”

“Please…”

“What?”

“Tomorrow, when you’re sober-” he swallows. My eyes follow the bob of his Adam’s apple. “-don’t break my heart.”

“Never. Never Baz.” And I let myself hope he won’t break mine either.

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Chapter 70 - Under the waterfall - The Glitch

Siveth recalled the hidden cave under the waterfall down the river. It was different from the one near the lake, where we were. She shared her discovery with them, hoping they would be interested. Most of them had never heard of such a place, but Hydra perked up. “I’ve heard some legends about a secret chamber beneath the falls. Maybe it’s the same one you found. We should check it out.” She looked at me for approval, and I nodded. Before we left the lake, I bid farewell to Erebus and apologized for our earlier misunderstanding. He waved it off and wished me good luck.

We followed the river until we reached the fork and the waterfalls. I plunged into the water first, signaling for the others to follow. Once they were all in, I said, “Follow me. It’s at the bottom of the waterfall, really deep, and there’s a tunnel that leads to a cave. You can’t miss it.” Siveth hesitated and said, “Um... could you give me some air like before?” I looked around and asked, “Is anyone willing to share some oxygen with her? Don’t worry, she won’t bite.” A male water dragon volunteered eagerly. “I’ll do it,” he said, swimming closer to Siveth. She frowned and said, “But I wanted it from Nox.” I rolled my eyes and said, “You’ve had enough from me. Come on, he’s nice. Look how happy he is to help you.” She eyed him warily and said, “Are you sure you can do this?” He smiled confidently and said, “Of course. I’ve done this before. I can help you.” She sighed and said, “Whatever you say. Fine then, let’s go,” and we dived deeper into the water. I stayed close to Siveth, watching her struggle to keep up and eventually run out of breath. The Water dragon reached her in time and gave her some air through his mouth. She flinched at first, but the second time he did it, she blushed. So did he. Maybe she was starting to like him after all.

We finally reached our destination and ventured into the cave once more, marveling at the carvings and symbols on the walls. The water dragons examined them with curiosity and awe, and one of them turned to me and asked, “You’ve been here before?” I nodded and said, “Yeah, we have.” She smiled and said, “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing us here.” Then someone pointed out the drawings of the Earth and Water dragons together. One of them was the male water dragon who had just helped Siveth breathe underwater for me, and he remarked, “So what I did was nothing new.”

Then Hydra spotted something and exclaimed, “Guys, you have to see this.” There was a drawing of a Water dragon that glowed when she approached it. I asked, “Is that reacting to you?” She shrugged and said, “I don’t know. It just glows when I get close.” It did the same with each of us. We studied the glowing drawing more closely. It showed a Water dragon next to an Earth dragon, touching it under one of her wings. Siveth wondered aloud, “What does it mean? Why is the Earth dragon glowing?” Hydra said, “I think it has something to do with the contact between the Earth and the Water dragon.” Siveth looked at it and opened her ridicolous wing, then said, “I don’t understand.” I said, “Is it me, or are there no scales in that spot?” She said, “There are. They’re just thin.” A water dragon said politely, “Can I please see something?” Siveth hesitated and asked, “What do you want to do?” The water dragon positioned himself next to her like in the picture, then said, “Just checking,” and touched under her wing. Siveth began to glow faintly and said, “Oh, it tickles, and wow, I’m glowing!” The water dragon stopped touching her, and the glow faded. She said eagerly, “Do it again.” This time, he stroked the area gently, and she glowed again. She said blissfully, “This feels so good. And cool at the same time.” Of course, of all the Water dragons, the one who stroked her had to be the same male Water dragon who had just given her oxygen underwater. Hydra asked concernedly, “Siveth, are you okay?” She replied happily, “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just so good.” I added jokingly, “It’s like watching an owner petting his animal. It’s so cute.” She said contentedly, “I don’t care. Keep going. I love it.” The male Water dragon started whispering softly to her.

I pointed to the drawing with the Kraken and said to Hydra, “Look at that. It’s the legend of the Kraken.” She nodded and said, “I know. I’ve heard stories about it, but I’ve never seen it in person.” She studied its markings and asked me, “Is that like one of your marks?” I said, “It seems so.” She said, “There’s an old tale that says whoever bears the mark of the Kraken can communicate with it and command it. Could you be the one?” I shrugged and said, “I doubt it. I’m not even a true Water dragon.” She sighed and looked at my hand. “You’re not the only one with that mark,” she said, showing me hers. I gasped and said, “No way, it’s identical. Maybe you’re the chosen one.” She said, “I don’t know about that, but I’ve never found the Kraken. I don’t even know if it’s real.” I said, “We’ll find it someday.” The other Water dragons, except for Siveth and his little sweetheart, said, “We’ll help you find the Kraken.” Hydra smiled and said, “Thank you. Then let’s go and search for it.” She was about to leave when Siveth said, “Wait, what about me?” The male Water dragon said, “You can come with us.” She said, “But I can’t breathe underwater. It’s impossible.” He said, “But I’m here, sweetie. I can help you.” I sensed something was wrong. It’s over. He loves her, but she doesn’t seem to love him back. She said, “Yeah, but I can’t rely on someone else’s air all the time. There’s a limit to that.” He said, “Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that. I could feel it, Mistress.” After he said that, I whispered to Hydra, “Maybe we should give them some privacy.” She agreed, and we left while he was trying to persuade her.

We swam out, through the underwater tunnel, and then surfaced next to the waterfall. The sound of rushing water filled our ears as we waited for the others to join us. After half an hour, they finally arrived: Siveth and her new companion. They were nuzzling and playing with each other like two smitten lovers. I couldn’t help but tease them a little.

“So it’s official then? Are you two soulmates?” I asked with a grin.

She blushed and nodded. “You could say that.”

He jumped on her back and said, “I never thought I would meet such a wonderful Earth dragon. She’s amazing.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever you say. Hydra, what are your plans now?”

She looked at him and then at me. “We’re going back to the ocean and then start searching for the Kraken in unexplored territories. We want to find out the truth about this legend.”

I felt a surge of excitement. “That sounds awesome! I can’t wait to join you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “My king, are you sure you can afford that? I mean, this could take months. What about your kingdom?”

I waved dismissively. “Don’t worry about that. I have everything under control. Come on, let’s go.”

We said goodbye to the waterfall and headed back to the river. We followed it until we reached the sea, then we turned southwest, away from my domain, and into unknown waters. We stayed underwater most of the time, except for when Siveth needed to breathe. She had forgotten to tell Erebus about her departure, so I made a vision connection to inform him. He was shocked.

“Did she really fall in love with a Water dragon? I can’t believe it. It’s like the old times.” He said.

"I hoped she would tell her brothers too. They might miss her a bit. Or maybe not.".

Siveth never left her soulmate’s side, and gradually, she learned to hold her breath longer and longer until she could manage fifteen minutes without any trouble while swimming. That also meant that she got kissed by him more often, and I tried to ignore that. It was still gross, but if they were happy, who was I to judge? It was their thing. I had nothing to do with that.

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