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sxcaramouchex · 7 months

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HI IM THE ANON WHO THOUGHT SHE COULDNT SPELL

so imagine,, hear me out here

Shouki No Kami!Scara who sees another scholar try and get personal with you, and he puts them in their place by making them watch him pleasure you, showing them that not even the knowledge of the smartest scholar could make you fall apart as fast as he can— for he is a GOD, and no less, while they are a pathetic mortal.

Shouki no Kami Scaramouche x afab reader smut

a/n: SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT😭 but here you go anon! I hope you'll like it <3

Warnings: smut, swearing, degrading, public sex (i think it counts?) afab reader but no pronouns, a bit of non-con touching, squirting, Shouki no Kami's finger going inside😳

Shouki no Kami seemed to notice an unwelcoming presence of someone else around you. It was one of the best scholars in the Akademiya, prideful and confident in his skills and knowledge. You spoke barely a few words with each other but you could tell he took an interest in you. Striking a random conversation, appearing where you are. And of course Scara noticed. He was a God after all, he knew many things that were happening, especially if you were involved.

One day, you were just about to enter Joururi Workshop to meet with Scara when that scholar appeared behind you, surprising you.

"Hey there~ what are you doing in a place like this? Why don't we go somewhere nice together? I know many good places." He placed his hand on your waist and got closer to you, uncomfortably closer.

"Uhm...sorry but I'm not interested." You said awkwardly, moving from his grip.

"Oh come on, how can you say no to me? I'm the best student, do you know how powerful and wise i am? I'm on a way to become the next Sage!" He once again got closer to you, now standing right behind you, you felt something press on your butt.

"No, go away! I'm not interested in you." You said firmly, giving him an angry look and going to the entrance of the place.

When you entered, he followed you there, not knowing that he just made the biggest mistake of his life.

"Come on now, how can you resist me? I'll give you the best pleasure you've ever experienced sweetie..." You were just about to face him and told him to seriously stop, that he is disgusting and you're NOT interested, when you felt the ground shake a little.

"Feeble human...are you really the smartest scholar, entering this place without thinking?

Leave. You aren't worthy a second of their attention, and to think you'd be so bold to do all these things, "the best pleasure they've ever experienced"? Do you seriously think you stand a chance against The All Knowing God?" His huge, mechanical form appeared in front of the scholar, making him truly feel like a tiny worm in his presence.

"What...is this??..." He was terrified, trying to escape through the door, but Scara was faster, locking the door with his electro powers.

"Pathetic mortal...this is MY slut, MY property! Why don't I show you what a huge difference is between you, a mere, stupid scholar...and me, The Everlasting God! You couldn't satisfy my slut, I made them so dirty. Few words and they're already soaking wet for me."

You were embarrassed by this while situation but... something inside you wanted Scara to touch you right now, to show this guy...You wanted to be a good whore for him.

The scholar was terrified. Scara really looked and sounded intimidating. It turned you on, how much power Scaramouche had over this human, especially in this huge form.

"Come to me, my pet...let's show him just how pathetic he is, trying to impress MY human."

You shivered a little but came closer to Shouki. You were nervous...standing in front of him, he placed his finger under your chin causing you to look up at him.

"Tell this scholar how much you want me...and how wet you already are for me."

He chuckled a bit. This was truly embarrassing for you. Something like this....but you wanted him and this kind of humiliation in front of this student really turned you on.

"Scara...i want you so bad...i want you to touch me here..." You pressed your hand against your clothed pussy and whimpered a little.

"Good little human, now take off your clothes for me, it's an order. I don't care how embarrassed you are...you're going to show this...pathetic scholar how good your God is making you feel."

You started to take off your clothes. Shirt and pants went quickly but you stopped at panties.

You were really wet. This wetness already pooled out of your cunt and made a visible patch on your panties.

The scholar saw that and blushed deeply, looking away.

You took them off and sat on the ground, spreading your legs in front of Shouki.

"That's right...such a needy cunt." He smirked and placed his huge mechanical hand in front of you. You really wanted his cold fingers to touch you...to make you see stars. You couldn't take it anymore and whimpered, spreading your legs even more. The whole situation was soo arousing. You saw the scholar looking at your crotch and blushing. It didn't go unnoticed by Scara of course, he laughed and started touching you, your arms...shoulders...and then your sensitive nipples.

"Scara... please more.." you moaned and looked up at him. You were so tiny compared to his gigantic form.

"My human...only mine!" He placed his huge finger on your needy cunt, making you arch your back and whimper.

"Oh god...I need it inside... please.."

Your pleas made Shouki chuckle in amusement. He looked at scholar and smirked.

"Look at this, pathetic worm...not even the most knowledgeable scholar stands a chance against a God!!"

He rubbed his finger on your wet clit, smearing the juices around. It was turning you on more and more each second.

"Ahh~ I need more... please, my God..."

You spread your legs as much as possible. You needed his huge finger inside.

He laughed and pressed the tip of his mechanical finger inside of you.

"AAH! Hurts..."

His finger was so big. So long and thick. Just the tip of it made you feel so full and stretched.

He waited a while and you started to slightly grind on his tip. It filled him with pride, how much you wanted him, how good he was making you feel just with his finger.

"That's right...such a slut for me. ONLY for me...look at that, you pathetic human."

He smirked and saw the scholar get scared at his words. Then with his other hand he squeezed the guy's jaw and made him look at the sight.

He loved how obedient you are for him...

You were so horny, so needy for your God...

Looking at you, he started to move his finger inside your wet pussy. It felt oh so good...

You were moaning like a slut. Your cunt was so warm and wet it made it easier for Scara's huge finger to fuck you.

He was moving his finger in and out, each time a bit faster untill your eyes rolled back and you were shouting his name very, very loud. Inside the big robot he was smirking, amused by the actions of his little bitch.

He placed other finger on your clit and started rubbing circles on it. You came so hard, squirted all over his finger and onto the floor.

He chuckled and let you ride your high, then picked you up so you can sit on his hand.

Then he turned to look at the scholar.

"See? Stupid scholars like you don't stand a chance against God. Now...begone human, do not get close to MY property ever again."

The guy nodded and quickly ran away.

You were so satisfied...and so...so tired after this.

But it was Indeed the best experience you've ever had.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year

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Can you do Scarlet Witch!Reader x Dark!Morpheus headcanons please? I’m really curious how he would go about forcing the reader to stay by his side compared to human reader! Like is it even possible? How low would he go?

❝⌛— lady l: I didn't plan on writing this but after reading your request I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, so… Here it is! I confess that I don't know if it was really good but I hope you still like it, anon. Seriously, now I'm wanting to write a short yandere!Morpheus oneshot with Scarlet Witch!Reader… What i'm going to do now?

❝⌛ tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, stalking, implied non-con, mention of torture during sleep and curses.

❝⌛ pairing: yandere!morpheus/dream of the endless x scarlet witch!reader

First, we have to ascertain the chances of Morpheus going to the point of madness from his obsession, even more so with her being a Scarlet Witch. Given the fact that Dream is already canonically obsessive, he as a yandere is even more intense, his emotions are more twisted and stronger than before. He doesn't understand why he feels that way or why he's so desperate for the reader, but he is and the King of Dreams won't give up until he has you on his side. Morpheus doesn't care if you're not human, although he'd rather you were because that would make things easier for him, but either way, he won't give up on his obsession or the love he thinks he has for you. You will be his, whether willingly or by force, but you will be his and his alone.

Morpheus is an Endless, a being older than the gods themselves, he is billions of years old and has some failed romantic experiences and it was those failures that made him who he is. Honestly, he couldn't imagine falling in love again let alone the way he felt about you. He always knew about beings like you, but never cared, however after accidentally meeting you, a Scarlet Witch, he ended up falling in love faster than he wanted to admit. At first, Dream tried to ignore those feelings and focus on other things, but you kept coming back to his mind. He couldn't get you out of his head and he didn't understand why.

Once Morpheus became aware of his feelings for you he would try to fight it, ignoring the growing and burning desire for you as best he could, but unfortunately he couldn't do it for much longer. Every hour, every minute of the day, you were all he could think about. Morpheus thought that this was Desire's silly prank or that you had cast some kind of spell on him, but soon came to the conclusion that it was neither. He decided not to do anything, at least for the time being, he contented himself with watching you from the Dreaming, caring and closely observing his dreams. Dream was content with that, at least for a while, but when his desire and his obsession got the better of him, he would have to do something. And he would.

He would be none the less subtle in his approach to you and without further ado, Morpheus will tell you that he is in love with you and wants you to be with him. Forever. At that moment, you have two life-changing choices that will lead in the same direction, but one choice being harder than the other, accept him or deny him. You were confused by the sudden confession, you and Morpheus had seen each other before but it was briefly and you just exchanged a few quick words without thinking too much, so why all of a sudden? None of that made sense, so you rejected him. You said no, you rejected him, and that was your biggest regret. You should have known better, Morpheus doesn't take rejections very well.

Once the words of rejection come out of your mouth, Morpheus will freeze as if he's been stabbed, before his lip trembles and a wistful ''no'' falls from his lips, while his eyes filled with pure madness never cease to face you. You were alarmed by the expression of madness on the Dream King's face and even more so when he uttered a hateful no, at that very moment you realized the terrible mistake you had just committed. However, you wouldn't give in that easily, if you ever would. You don't belong to him or any other person or being, you are free to do what you want and it won't be an Endless that will take away your right to life choice. Well, that's what you thought.

If you agree to keep him, Morpheus will be nothing but the most generous lover you could wish for. He will pamper you and fulfill all your darkest desires, you will be covered in adornments from head to toe. He would love and idolize every inch of your body, his eyes will be filled with nothing but pure desire and love when looking at you. He will be merciful to you and will try his best to take care of you in whatever way he can. He hates it when you use your powers for the benefit of others. Don't you think you're too good to people who don't deserve your kindness? Morpheus will not try to restrict the use of your powers but will be wary of your surroundings with this.

But what if you reject it? Let's just say this won't end well for you. Morpheus knows that it will be more difficult to force you to stay with him because of what you are and what you are capable of. He is well aware of the extent of your powers and how dangerous you can be but he still won't let you beat him. And honestly, why should he? He's an Endless and he's more powerful than ever but he can't help but feel sulky around you. Listen to me, he will never leave you alone and he will be persistent in wanting you with him, no matter what you do, you can run from him all you want and he will always be after you. Morpheus knows how to be patient and will learn everything he can use against you, your power source and your weaknesses just so he can catch you in the end.

You can even shape reality or alter it, but Morpheus will hardly be affected by it. He is not immune to magic but will be more difficult to deal with after being trapped by Roderick Burgess. You can use all of your power against him and he still won't leave you alone. Morpheus will probably wear you out because, in a desperate attempt to keep him at bay, you've exhausted yourself and reached your limit and he managed to catch you. Or there is also the possibility that, when you sleep, he traps you in your dreams. The time you are most vulnerable to him is during your sleep and he will use that against you. Morpheus will likely give you Eternal Sleep until you finally accept him, and only then will you be released from your own torment. And even if you don't, he can always invade your dreams and stay with you while he takes care of your sleeping body. No matter what you are, Morpheus will never leave you alone.

The point is, Morpheus will go way too low to have you for him. Human, goddess or Scarlet Witch... You will still be his, he has no morals when it comes to you and will go as low as possible for you to be his. He'd rather you were a human because you're easier to deal with but you'll still be his. No matter how long it takes for him to get you, he will know how to wait for the right moment. Maybe he'll find a way to remove your powers or he'll just curse you to sleep forever and he'll still have you. He will always manage to have you, now you just have to accept that there is no way to escape him. Even though you are an extremely powerful being, he will find a way to beat you. He always does.

''I di not want to have to do this but you left me no choice. I give you the gift of Eternal Sleep. Where you will only be released after accepting our involvement, but don't worry, I will keep you company and take good care of you.''

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all-things-ghostly · 4 months

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Hi hi!

So I don't know if you take requests or not but if you do I have one for you!!

How about Hatbox ghost (movie or not doesn't matter) with a medium s/o. They are like Madam Leota but more in touch with the spirit world since they've studied more and are a wee but adventurous.

They can also get into the minds of other people but getting in a tub filled with ice and water blindfolded kinda like El from Stranger things.

I hope this isn't overwhelming and if I can't request anything that's fine! Just thought I'd try! :)

❤️ anon

Oh wow hi anon! You're actually my first ask! I know I haven’t really mentioned requests before since honestly I usually just take those on a case by case basis based on whether or not I can come up with something for it, but you were super sweet and polite and I have quite a few ideas for this so I’ll give yours a shot 👍 I just hope you don’t mind if I do it more headcanon style because I can’t really think of a way to make my ideas flow properly into a oneshot lmao. I’m honored that you thought of me, thank you!

Your powers were actually what initially led you to Alistair. Your sense of adventure always had you traveling from haunted site to haunted site, seeing what you could pick up on and who you could potentially meet, so when you noticed the mansion was vacant once again you immediately took the opportunity to go inside and check it out.

He was the first ghost you encountered in there, since he obviously got all excited and bloodthirsty when he realized another mortal got caught up in his trap. As you can imagine at first he wasn’t all that friendly. In his eyes you were just another soul to claim, although he did quickly catch on that there was more to you than what meets the eye.

That just convinced him to up the ante on his mind games even further, he did some of the scariest things he could think of, sent out all the most erratic ghosts after you, all that jazz, but it just completely failed lmao. Instead you just ate that shit up. You were searching for wild ghost encounters? Well now you certainly have them.

Alistair was so annoyed with it at first but you eventually grew on him. He saw a bit of himself in you. You had that same curiosity for the morbid and mystical that he once did when he was younger.

Which is why he maybe even starts to teach you some of what he knows. I’m sure he has some like ancient books hiding around somewhere (even if his reading skills are… questionable…) that were lost to time and never published in modern day that taught you all sorts of new things. Although he was more so into the dark arts aspect of things which can obviously have repercussions, so maybe it’s best if you skip over the blood sacrifices for now… or don’t, who knows. That’s for you to decide ;)

However, as much as he’s intrigued by your talent, he also looks out for you. Theres no hiding that you can be just a little reckless and over ambitious sometimes and may not always properly protect yourself. That can lead to very bad things, as he would know, he was summoned into the mansion for that very reason. So if by any chance the time ever comes, he will make sure no dark entity ever crosses you. This guy can seriously mess somebody up-

As for the emotional mind reading aspect of things, Alistair’s bad at showing and communicating his feelings most of the time. His dad kind of enforced that into him. Sometimes you’ll have to use your abilities to be able to fully understand how he’s feeling when he can’t articulate it himself. You don’t always have to go full sensory deprivation, sometimes it can be as simple as closing your eyes and clearing your thoughts, but he can also bury some stuff REALLY deep down that would require you to really ground yourself to get into his mind. He does appreciate it though, it allows you both to empathize with one another even when he can’t easily be open.

I had another thought that kind of goes along with this. Now if reader’s a REALLY good medium, like able to connect all the way to the region beyond type of really good medium, there could be a time where you might reach out to his mom for him. Only if he’s ready for it of course. Theres a lot that’s changed since they’ve last seen each other. And, I like to headcanon that when he was mortal and participating in occult, he would sometimes secretly go off alone and try to contact her, but it would never work. You may very well finally be his chance to do that again. He sobs like a baby during the conversation but it’s very healing and it ties up a lot of loose ends on his side. Sometimes if he’s having a really hard time, you’ll offer to try and reach her for him so they can talk, since his mom is the only person he really has ever felt completely 100% safe around.

I hope that kinda fit what you were thinking of anon! Thanks for popping in ❤️

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Eddie Ending :)

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Summary of Original Part: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson fighting for the readers attention and love, possibly with two different endings for each?

Alright besties, let's do this. By popular demand, here's the Eddie ending that you all demanded first.

I can hear the heartbreak in his voice over the phone as tears fill my eyes, anxious and terrified that he'll hate from here on in, even though he had promised that he would not. After taking the rest of the last day to think, I eventually wrote out a shitty pros and cons list, almost as a last ditch effort to help me make my decision.

It ended up just making me more mad and it ended up crumpled up in a small ball near the trashcan in the corner of my room. I had no clue what else to do, where else to turn or who to go to. But then I listened to the voicemail that Eddie left after leaving my house on on day 6.

"Hey sunshine." He pauses over the line, throat clearing and a few moments pass before he continues. "I just wanted to call- I know you're probably sleeping and I'm hoping this doesn't wake you up, after the day you've had, you need your beauty sleep. And, I'm gonna be honest, I was hoping you wouldn't pick up so I could leave this for you." It's as if I'm listening to my new favorite song for the first time, the way his words roll off of his tongue so sweetly, the way I can picture his eyes closing as he plays with the phone cord; it's perfect- he's perfect. "I hate that you're so stressed and I still feel this overwhelming guilt that Steve and I put you in this position in the first place- that you have to choose. I'm not joking, you say the word if you need it, and I'll back out politely. I don't want to do that- believe me, fuck, it's the last thing I want to do." It's hard to avoid the tears that fill my eyes, knowing that he would sacrifice his own chance of being with me if it means that it will make my overall decision easier on my heart. "I don't want to be with anyone but you, I know that's corny but I'm not the type of guy to say 'if I can't have her, no one can'." It's ironic because I know he wishes that he'd become that type of guy overnight, the type of guy to be able to say outright that he wants me and that the thought of me being with someone else makes his blood boil. "You are the best person I know, Y/n. The sweetest, kindest, most infuriating, sexiest person I've literally ever had the pleasure of meeting." My whole body warms and a teary laugh escapes my lips at his compliments, unable to hold back the smile that takes over my swollen lips. "I just wanted you to know that I'm not fighting for you because I think I'll win o-or like I have something to prove to Harrington. I'm fighting to be the guy who gets to say that I'm yours. Because it's something to be proud of- you're something to be proud of."

I couldn't even sleep after listening to it and I even listened to it five more times just to hear him call me infuriating because just the use of that word, with the small laugh that followed it, just summed up mine and Eddie's relationship. Infuriating but in the best way.

The way that makes me want to punch him but then kiss him senselessly; or when I want to just tease him and poke fun until he's throwing me over his shoulder, spinning me around; the type of way where I constantly mock and taunt him while he's driving and it forces him to say 'don't make me turn this car around'.

The type of way that I feel because I'm infuriatingly in love with him.

"I understand- I mean, Eddie's a great guy." Steve's voice sounds teary over the other end of the phone call and my bottom lip wobbles at the thought of him being alone, tears streaming down his cheeks at the thought of not being with me. "He's the better pick, Y/n, seriously." It's almost as if he's trying to convince himself, his voice cracking a bit, forcing him to clear his throat.

"You don't hate me?" I ask and he immediately lets out a small laugh.

"I could never. You're my best friend." I nod, not completely convinced but there's nothing that he could say that could ever possibly convince me that he's not mad and crushed. It will take me days, weeks, to finally forgive myself, even if he's already forgiven and forgotten. "How are you going to tell him?" Steve asks hesitantly and I bite anxiously at the inside of my cheek, my eyes dipping to the floor of the payphone's booth.

"He's in a campaign right now. I-I wanted to wait till after but I'm impatient." He chuckles knowingly, sniffling on the other end of the line as I shift my weight back and forth between feet. "I just felt more anxious about telling you. Telling him will go good, I think. I just wasn't sure about how you'd feel." I can picture him smiling warmly on the other end and I hope and pray that he knows how much I truly love and appreciate him.

"I'm okay, I told you I just want you to be happy." He blows out a breath, my stomach fluttering nervously but the overall tension that's riddled my body all day finally disperses, my shoulders rolling a bit as my muscles ache. "My ego is a bit bruised so it'll take me a second to, ya know, bounce back." His honesty helps, especially since I worried that he would try his best to conceal his overall disappointment in order to not make me feel bad. But to hear him be honest, even though it hurt me to know that I'm hurting him, it helps.

Honesty's the best policy right?

"Go get him, kid." The reassurance makes my whole body giddy, my hands shaking at the thought of stepping in to the high school to tell Eddie that I choose him. "Just know I love you and I'll never be mad at you for being happy." Grinning, I nod, blowing out a relieved breath.

"I love you too, Stevie."

My steps are quiet as I plant myself firmly in front of the door, hearing the cheering and the shouting coming from inside. I know that they just started the campaign earlier at nine only because Dustin called me, interrupting my cereal, just to tell me that Eddie would be here if I had 'important news' to tell him.

As terrible as it is, I think Dustin has been routing for Eddie.

Pushing the door open, it creaks loudly, a cringed smile slipping across my lips and I stumble into the room. My eyes immediately lock with Eddie's, his lips parting a bit and he makes his way to his feet. His palms are planted firmly against the table as the rest of the club looks to him, partially for instructions on the game but I can only imagine they're intrigued as to who I chose.

A few moments go by before Dustin is scoffing, "Eddie, c'mon man." He mutters, reaching over to nudge his elbow and Eddie seems to snap out of his trance, eyes fluttering back and forth from the dice on the table then back up to me.

"Get out." Eddie mumbles breathlessly, capturing the boys attention in front of him as they immediately go to protest.

"But Eddie, the campaign. We're in the middle of a campaign-"

"Get out!" He screeches, my hand reaching up to cover the giggles that escape me, watching the boys fumble and scramble to make it out of the room. Eddie looks down at the table, his back rising and falling in nervous breaths and I make my way over to him. He looks heartbreakingly scared, eyes flickering up to look at me with a hint of disbelief behind his brown hues. "Are you coming to tell me bad news?" The crack in his voice has my legs wobbling, my whole body moving to stand next to him, leaning against the table.

"I guess it depends on how much I annoy you." I laugh, placing my hand on top of his, shocking him as he stands up a bit straighter, eyes flickering across my expression.

"Did you- Did you talk to Steve yet?" His eyes are desperate, lips pulled down in a concentrated frown and he waits for my nod. When my head bobs up and down, he blows out a breath of air. "I understand, ya know, Steve- well- he's not me but he's great. Yeah, he's great." He babbles and my brows pull together at how quickly he dismisses that it wasn't him, that he wasn't the one that I chose.

"Eddie." My hand rests on his arm as he looks down at me, eyes sad and a bit red. "I choose you." It takes a moment for my words to register in his mind, his eyes blinking slowly and his lips part in genuine surprise.

"W-What? Why?" He asks in a hushed voice, pulling a laugh from me.

"I listened to the voicemail you left me the other night and I just..." Trailing off, a grin replaces the frown on his lips, his sadness dissipating. "I just couldn't not be with you." I blink away the tears pricking at my eyes and he scoops me into his arms without another word, just whispering a quiet 'I love you' under his breath. My fingers clutch the material of his Hellfire shirt, terrified to let him go after this last week.

"Is Steve okay?" He asks, voice muffled in my shoulder and my heart swells, reminded once more that he truly just cares for others, no matter what 'bad boy', tough exterior he puts up.

"He will be." My words are something that I don't completely believe, the guilt in my mind still swelling and churning but this, with Eddie, wouldn't be worth it if I didn't feel that guilt. Because I'm not guilty that I didn't pick Steve over Eddie, but I feel so guilty that I'm so happy that I chose him. "Are you okay?" I ask, pulling back to cup his cheeks in my hands, his eyes widening briefly and the shit-eating grin returns.

"I'm just really surprised." He whispers, his head shaking a bit in disbelief. Standing on my toes, I press a quick kiss to his cheek before whispering.

"Then looks like I'll have to remind why I chose you." His body shivers underneath my touch, my hands resting on his chest, drawing small circles through the material of his shirt. His nose nudges against mine, my head spinning at the feeling of his breath against my lips, so close to actually just kissing him.

"Yes, inflate my peanut sized ego." I giggle, quickly pulling him into a heated kiss, his lips fitting perfectly against mine and both of our smiles only grow at the knowledge that we would get to do this over and over again.

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Dottore's Obsessive Admirer

FTM!Dottore x Top!Harbinger!Male Reader

Request | Kinktober | Dysphoria Conscious Ver

Contains: Non-Con, Yandere, Drugging, Unconscious Sex, Cunnilingus

Words: 928 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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You overhear two vanguards talking about Dottore very disrespectfully, the only reasonable thing to do is to kill them for daring to talk about your precious Zandik.

"You what?" You look at the vanguards angrily. "Do you have a death wish?"

The men look at you in fear, everyone who isn't a harbinger knows that they have no chance of surviving when they piss you off. They're most likely going to be tortured and have their bodies toyed around with before you finally give them the mercy of death.

"Sir! You must've misheard!" One of the vanguards tries to defend the both of them.

"Now you're saying I don't have good hearing?" You kick the large man to the ground. "Both of you are going to die today."

The vanguard that's still standing trembles, to make such large men fear you says a lot about you.

"What's going on?" Dottore asks, crossing his arms.

"Zandik!" You turn around, your anger washing away. "What're you doing out of your office?"

"It's Dottore. I was just in a meeting with Pantalone." He looks at the two frightened men. "Why do you always kill our men? You're lucky the Tsaritsa views you as useful."

"They deserve it." You turn your head to spit on the man below you. "Was it just the two of you?"

"And why is that of concern to you? Quite frankly, it's none of your business." He shakes his head. "Seriously, quit cutting our forces in half."

You frown. "I'll hold back if you allow me to spend some time with you today."

Dottore scoffs. "Such a weird condition. If it's just today, I'll allow it." He shrugs. "You two, go. Be grateful your lives have been spared."

The men thank him before running off.

"I don't care if you want to mutilate bodies, as I do the same myself, but stop doing it to our own soldiers." Dottore says, clearly annoyed as he leads you to his office.

"I'll try not to."

"You must have some severe anger issues." Dottore tuts, unlocking the door and allowing you to enter.

You look around the room, pretending it's your first time inside it. He doesn't know you have a copy of his key.

"Make yourself comfortable. Don't bother me." He points to a leather couch.

"Zandik, why don't you drink some water?" You hold out an opaque water bottle, a flavorless drug mixed in with the liquid. You've been carrying it around in hopes of having the opportunity to get him to drink it.

"Dottore." He corrects. "How can I trust that you haven't poisoned it?"

"You know how much I admire you. What reason would I have to sabotage you?"

Dottore sighs. "My throat is a little dry anyways." He takes the water bottle.

You feign innocence as you watch Dottore drink it, with the amount he drank he should be out in seconds.

"Stop starin-" Dottore collapses to the ground. You rush over to him and make quick work of his mask and clothes, ripping the fabric away and keeping his harnesses on.

"Fuck...you're so beautiful, Zandik." You look down at his body, on full display for you. You grope various parts of his body before reaching his cunt, his wetness an effect of the drug. You bury your head in between his legs, eating the doctor out like you haven't eaten in days.

Dottore's legs twitch at the sudden pleasure, the drug was also making him extremely sensitive. He was moaning and squirming around whilst still being unconscious.

You hold his thighs apart as you devour his cunt selfishly, absolutely in love with the way he tastes. Even when Dottore comes, you continue working his cunt with no plans to stop until you're satisfied.

You happily lick up Dottore's cum, falling even deeper in love with the harbinger. You bask in his cute moans and quickly bring him to a second orgasm.

You finally pull away and look at him, drooling all over his chin and the floor. You take your pants and underwear off and line your dick up with his entrance, breathing heavily from excitement before slowly pushing in.

Dottore's body twitches at this, his pussy clenching around your cock. He unconsciously moans as you continue forcing your way into him.

"You feel so good, Zandik.." You groan, bottoming out. You don't bother waiting to start fucking him. Grabbing his thighs, you start hammering into him with extreme vigor.

Dottore wakes up mid orgasm, barely able to process the whole situation with you fucking him so hard. The pill's aphrodisiac effects weren't helping him either.

"Ah~ fuck~" Dottore moans, already giving up on fighting and allowing you to pleasure him.

"You- fuck- you're so tight, Zandik."

Dottore moans the name given to you by the Tsaritsa, you quickly correct him with your real name.

"Too- too much~ ah~" Dottore says, although he doesn't really mean it.

"Close-" You groan, making sure to keep the same pace.

"(Name)~ Don- don't com- come~ in me~ uh~!"

"Please, Zandik-" You frown, rubbing his clit in hopes of convincing him.

"Fuh~" Dottore arches his back. "Fin- fine~ ah~"

As Dottore climaxes, your hips begin to stutter as you release your load into him.

You slow to a stop and pull out slowly, Dottore's cunt clearly upset that it's now empty.

He sits up slowly, trying to push your cum out of him. "...Clean me up and I might not kill you."

You nod and pick him up, already having the intention of giving him a bath.

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maerenee930 · 2 years

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You met Matt Smith? Can you share the details please?

hi anon! i am so sorry it’s taken me so long to reply to this!!

so yeah i met Matt Smith 🥰

it was at Motor City Comic-Con on October 16.

it was through the professional photos done through the convention. i was with two of my best friends and we waited in line for quite a bit cause Matt not only had a very long line (understandably) but he also had other photo opps to do with Karen Gillan, Arthur Darvil and Alex Kingston.

so when it was finally our turn, we walked in and he said hi to us and asked how we were. and he asked we were enjoying ourselves at the convention. it was so sweet 🥰

Matt and i were very much not ready when they photographer took the first picture cause my eyes were closed and matt was in the middle of saying something lol. but then we took another one and it turned out so well 💙

it all went by pretty quick, tbh. it was because he had such a long line. but it was soo worth it because he thanked us for coming out and he said he hoped we had a good rest of our day.

he was seriously so genuine and sweet. it broke my heart cause it seriously looked like he wanted to have like a proper conversation with us and he looked kinda sad cause he couldn’t and cause things had to live so quickly.

i would love to meet him again sometime and have an actual and like proper conversation with him.

like i feel like just sitting and talking with him would be so much fun.

and going to see him, Alex and Karen later in the evening for the panel they did, it seems like he’s truly just a laid back and friendly guy.

he’s so funny and again so genuine and kind and he just is a really good guy.

i would love to properly get to know him and become friends with him 🥺

long shot i know, lol. but idk… even though i didn’t get to talk to him or see him like in person or face to face for very long and even though we only saw him at the panel for about an hour, in that short time, i could definitely get the feeling from him that we could become friends and that we have a lot in common 💙

if you ever get the chance to meet him at a convention or wherever, it’s seriously worth it! he’s such a good, sweet, kind and genuine guy! 🖤

#mattsmith #motorcitycomiccon #doctor who #the eleventh doctor #eleven #geronimo #i adore him #karen gillan #alex kingston #arthur darvill #amy pond #river song #melody pond #the doctors wife #rory williams #the last centurion

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baekhvuns · 3 months

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SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING 😭😭😭😭 everytime I wanted to shoot you an ask I was like "I wanna write a longer message, so let me do it later" and yeah later turned out to be a looooot later WTF MY LAST MESSAGE WAS IN THE BEGINNING OF AUGUST 😮😮😮😮 how and when... time is not real seriously it's insane. What did you think happened to me? 😅

Lewis said NEVER LET THEM KNOW YOUR NEXT MOVE, he is craaaaazy. Hopefully it'll end well for him, but the fuck is he oooooon. My friend needs to be strong, keeping her in my thoughts & prayers, cause she DOES NOT fuck with Ferrari at all. Imagine if I had to support Barca or Tottenham 😅 Damn the news about Klopp shocked me, Liverpool is doing so well, I guess it's better to leave when you're still successful. It's a shame he feels burnt out, but I get him

Omg, graduation, my child Baeksussy is growing so fast! You'll be free from your Avocado Uni soon, excited, nervous?

Stop not the rom coms and thinking about me ahshsjshajaja, romance is not dead <3 Any interesting WIPs? I haven't read fanfiction in 100 years, actually I haven't read much at all, my brain is all rotten 🙃

I hope 2024 is better for everyone, but I don't have high hopes, lmao. I just wanna survive winter, still trying to beat seasonal depression before I enter my allergy era. I spent my birthday as well as NYE SICK AND ON MY PERIOD BECAUSE IT CAME A WEEK LATE.

Yeah the job in Seoul highkey scares me cause I haven't worked full time like that in a long time, but I need a lot of money and it can actually help me a lot. I'm trying to do something more with my life, but idk if I'll manage, I don't smoke nor drink anymore so how am I gonna cope??? The good side is that I'm getting a really nice apartment and a car too from the company 😌

Meeting Yuta again would be an achievement, meanwhile I saw some other NCT members and Mr Xiaojun like 5 times 😭 when I finally got an opportunity to talk to him he signed my pc <3 I alsl came across Changbin, Yeonjun and Dino once, and Itzy while they were filming something. I went to bunch of NCT concerts in the past few months, I still have more to attend including Ten's con FINALLY TEN SOLO!!! I also saw SVT, SKZ and a few smaller groups, my last one was Everglow a few days ago <3

I miss being a massive Shinestar, there were a few anniversaries of my fan calls with him recently and I got sentimental. But yeah I don't speak to that many hardcore Atinys anymore so I'm not up to date with Atz. It's pretty sad, but maybe it'll change in the future. On the other hand I prefer to be more casual. Casual... meanwhile I gave so much fucking money to SM IT'S SICKKKK. I enjoy kpop music-wise still, but you're right something is a bit off lately...

In my defense, hear me out: I've only spent like 3 days in Vancouver! I barely registered what was happening, cause my friend and I were helping her friend who was giving birth 😭😭😭 she was not supposed to give birth at that time 😬. So if you by any chance were also birthing a child at BC Women's Hospital then perhaps we met! I also remember going to a food place called The Naam I believe as well as one really good, yet tiny Vietnamese vegan one. Oh and I visited a university, not yours though, but imagine agsjdhsjsjajddjskh

But okay I deserve the lashings! So I'll be your euro guide once you visit the old continent 💜 - DV 💖

i responded to this ask FOUR times 😭😭😭 & gave up bc it won’t load (this ask from u is still so surreal)

6 MONTHS OF NOTHING I THOUGHT U WERE NEVER COMING BACK 😭😭😭😭 i actually genuinely thought something must’ve happened at your travel bc the last time u messaged me u said you were either hiking or in a jungle so no service or something and when u stopped responding i was like “omg the forest got to anon” 😭😭😭

he REALLY BE LIKE THAT ???? hoping he gets his 8th, id celebrate like i won it,,, but it also makes me think— this year abu dhabi would be the last time he’d driver as a merc driver, goes to ferarri w/ 100 million a year,,, possible free cars from ferarri -> retirement soon,,, THIS IS TOO MUCH MR MERCEDES U CANT GO 😭😭 LMFAOOO i cannot wait for ur friend to turn up in all red apparel ready for a therapy session, she a real tifosi LMAOOOOO no fr 10 years is a long time i get his situation as well + focusing more on his family, it would be crazy if he went to barca id probably die

this is so accurate

wait omg did u also hear about what horner might have done 😀 and the fact that he and newey have a contract where if one leaves, the other follows = which in my delusional tifosi mind can only say NEWRY TO FERARRI 2024/2025 FERARRI WDC HAMILTON 8TH TITLE LECLERC FIRST TIME WDC

Omg, graduation, my child Baeksussy is growing so fast! You'll be free from your Avocado Uni soon, excited, nervous?

no really! a little TOO fast everything’s a lil too fast 😭😭 free from avocado 😭😭 iM very nervous actually but i can’t wait to leave it so i don’t have to worry about assignments being due 8am in the morning or having any classes at that, gonna get a few tats and enter the real world 😭😭😭 this uni took years off my life

romance is not but i may be soon fbkafjak nO NONE WIPS 😭😭 just dreams that would seem very real if i were to convert into a wip,, im on the same boat as u, i just stopped reading (also probably bc so many authors also left) i read like those older ones once in a while to feel something

JCJCKCJCKC STOP THATS THE FUCKING WORST (also u might hAVE recently had ur birthday so happy belated birthday!!!!) do u ever have high hopes and then those hopes just fall to the pits of the earth <3

hopefully this job gives u loads of moolah $$ so u can travel to more places!! you’re going to sk and the drinking culture there anon 😭😭 them bosses would be pissed if you didn’t drink bfwmdbwk OH???? A CAR AND AN APART??? OKAY THIS IS BIG GIRL MONEY AND A BIG GIRL JOB WOAH ANON WHERE TF ARE U WORKING 🤚🏻 MF SAMSUNG???

this entire thing ‼️100% i have a few friends who i listen to the albums with when they drop one, engage in discussions abt the song choices and then go to the concerts just not a whole content type of person anymore idk if they’re doing some interviews or shows but i find out about it like a while later bc im just so out of the loop,, LMFAOOOO TO SM FHKWHDKWHDKW SM DOWNFALL HAPPENINGG something really is! idk maybe it’s like the star factor groups once used to have that’s just not existent as much? heard about teddy’s new gg & it looks very promising lots of star factors and an actual nepo baby but it’s likely not gonna be meeting up to the expectations

anon you gotta be fucking kidding me right now YOU WERE 15 MINUTES AWAY FROM ME IM GONNA ANBFMWFHWKDW COMBUST GET THE FUCK OUT ???? I WAS JCJCKCJ RIGHT MF THERE 🔫 omg is the friend okay?? the baby??? birthing a child (added to ur resume),, YOU WENT TO NAAM??? ITS SOO GOOD ISNT IT!!! i will give u my step (it’s like u add a bunch of restaurants or places you’ve been to, kind like a itinerary) account for foods in canada OR better yet u give me urs so i can be prepared 🫡

u must’ve visited the rival university, fuck them actually, it’s time u come to my jail or a university with its brutalism architecture <3 im gonna assume u went to the bc’s uni which sucks ass in my opinion, avocado uni was and is >>>> sorry like imagine u come to my uni and walk past me and then have the audacity to send me an ask “hey baek sussy i went to ur uni today!” AND I LOSE MY SHIT

But okay I deserve the lashings! So I'll be your euro guide once you visit the old continent 💜 - DV 💖

you absolutely do,, absolutely i cannot wait!! i might even go twice that year! AND GIVE U YOUR LASHINGS THERE it would be really funny if u take me to spain and it’s an el classico night..

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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cherienymphe · 2 years

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Brother May I {IV} (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON sexual acts, eventual loss of virginity, stepbrother!Rafe, jealous!Rafe, toxic relationship, underage drinking, drug use, corruption, minor side of JJ x reader

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summary: Sarah was the sister he resented, Wheezie was the sister he adored, but even after years in the Cameron household, you still didn’t know how Rafe felt about you.

You stood against the wall with a frown, plastic red cup in hand as you watched the other partygoers around you. You envied them. They seemed like they had no worries in the world, but then again… That could’ve been the drugs. The bass from the music shook the walls, and the amount of people in this house, despite it’s large nature, was enough to give you claustrophobia. You had agreed to come to this party to get your mind off of things, and so far, it was only proving to do the opposite. You stared down into your cup with a grimace.

You could still feel Rafe’s hands on you, his mouth on you, and it was hard to even try and discern how you felt about it. There were certainly times where you thought about sex and guys and couldn’t wait to experience that someday. You’d heard the way some girls talked in high school and college, recounting stories that you could only hope to relate to one day. The thoughts always left you flustered and excited and even a little anxious.

Even now, you could feel heat blooming on your face as you thought about that night. You had never experienced anything like that in your life. It was almost like an out of body experience. The way he’d felt on top of you, his hands on your skin, his tongue inside of you. It was enough to make your breathing shallow, and if this were any other situation, you would’ve told Kie. But this wasn’t some other situation…

The guy who’d made you feel that way was none other than Rafe, and he was your stepbrother. His feelings for you, or whatever it was, was one thing, but acting on them was something else entirely. You recalled that he’d been drunk, and part of you worried that you should be asking yourself if you’d taken advantage of him instead of the other way around. However, his behavior the next morning squashed all of that.

He'd been awake before you, presumably having taken a shower, because when you finally stirred, he’d been entering your room while pulling a shirt onto his still damp frame. Sleep had not addled your brain, and your mind and memories were perfectly clear as he closed the door behind him. He’d leaned against it, and you struggled to find something to say. You had wondered if he even remembered.

“Um…how are you feeling?”

He hadn’t answered right away, blue eyes roaming over your frame, teeth pressing into his bottom lip.

“I should be asking you that, don’t you think?”

You’d looked away, swallowing.

“Rafe-.”

“I can still taste you on my tongue,” he’d breathed, the sound going straight to your stomach, and you’d hurriedly stood.

“Rafe, we can’t… This…”

You had struggled to find the words, to organize your thoughts. You had folded your arms over your chest before dropping them, pressing a hand to your mouth before dropping that too. Eventually you settled on your first choice, frowning at him.

“What is this? What are you doing?”

You continued before he had a chance to answer you.

“Is this…is this fun for you? Messing with me and my head like this? I thought that you would get over whatever game you seem to be playing but now I wonder if I should be seriously concerned. If I should…should tell someone…”

Your eyes slowly lifted to meet his quickly hardening gaze. You swallowed again.

“If I should tell dad-.”

He was on you before you even finished your sentence, one hand against the wall as he caged you there. He looked angry and frustrated and desperate all in one, and you didn’t even know how to feel about that. Oddly enough, despite his angry expression and close proximity, you weren’t afraid of him. At this point, you were more afraid of yourself and what you’d allow yourself to succumb to.

“You don’t… You don’t understand,” he breathed, shaking his head. “You don’t get it.”

“What don’t I get…? That you want to fuck your sister?”

He lightly tapped your cheek, not enough to hurt or even sting, but to get the point across as a warning. You heavily exhaled, and his hand remained there, thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth before grazing your lips. Rafe’s eyes were glued to the action, almost transfixed by it.

“I made you feel good…didn’t I?”

You closed your eyes, and he chuckled, a low and stirring sound.

“That’s not the point,” you had whispered.

“Isn’t it?”

He was closer now, nose brushing yours and lips soon to follow its lead with your own. You felt strands of his hair graze over your forehead, and he sharply inhaled.

“You liked it…”

You opened your eyes and watched as he slowly ran his eyes over you.

“…trust me, I would know.”

You clenched your jaw, face heating up.

“I’ve never had a girl come that hard on my lips before.”

You pushed him away, somehow both disgusted and turned on, but he grabbed your hands, holding them to his chest as he leaned in. His eyes studied yours, and you cringed away from him.

“You want me. Just as much as I want you,” he’d whispered.

“Well, you need to get over that,” you told him, voice firm. “It wasn’t right, and nothing like that can happen again.”

Rafe let you go, a slow smirk crawling onto his lips, and you huffed.

“I’m serious, Rafe.”

You had watched him back up, a thoughtful expression on his face as he tapped his fingers against his mouth. His hand twisted the doorknob, and you started to feel relief until he spoke again.

“We’ll see…”

You hadn’t liked his tone and the look in his eyes then, and you liked it even less now as you relived the memory. You’d hoped that the more alcohol you consumed, the less you would remember of that night in the current environment, but it didn’t seem to be working and that frustrated you. Even worse, you didn’t really care about anyone at this party outside of Sarah, and she was off somewhere with Topper. You’d felt like the ultimate third wheel in the backseat on the way over.

While you certainly recognized a whole bunch of spoiled rich kids you’d only been in class with a little over a year ago, they were no friends of yours. You finished your drink before finding another, quickly nursing that one as you roamed around the house. You started to ask yourself why you were even still here, your intentions clearly not panning out. It was late and dark, and you were slightly drunk, but you had every desire to just walk home. You finished the drink you had, planning to do just that, when you heard a familiar laugh.

Your heart sank to your stomach as Kelce and some other jerks you recognized as Rafe’s friend walked into the house. You were near the foyer, in perfect view of the door to watch Rafe slide in alongside them. You hadn’t known he would be here, hadn’t even anticipated it, and yet you felt like you should’ve. You pursed your lips, turning your head away to look for Sarah. However, it wasn’t fast enough, your eyes quickly catching his gaze before. Pretending as if you hadn’t seen him, you pushed your way past all of the bodies.

You’d been roaming the house for what felt like half an hour, and you still found no sign of Sarah. Even though you figured the upstairs was off limits, you knew that never stopped people before. With Rafe still on your mind, you took the stairs 2 at a time. The hallways and rooms were empty, save for one couple, and you pressed your back to the wall with a huff. You leaned your head against it, briefly closing your eyes before telling yourself ‘fuck it’.

When you opened them, prepared to just leave, you hadn’t expected a tall figure at the other end of the hall. You reaction was immediate, straightening yourself and pushing away from the wall. You felt your heart skip a beat, throat growing thick all of a sudden. Even with the dim practically nonexistent lighting, you knew who it was.

“Where’s Sarah?” he asked.

“I don’t know.”

You both moved at the same time, you to go around him, but his hands shot out to hold your waist. He forced you back further into the hall, and you pressed your hands to his chest. You opened your mouth to say something to him, but he swallowed whatever you were about to say. Rafe’s movements were forceful. His leg pushing between yours, his body pinning you to the wall, his fingers digging into your waist to hold you in place.

That night, you’d been as sober as a saint as you let him kiss you and go down on you. Now… You’d actually lost count of how many drinks were in your system, and that scared you more than anything Rafe was doing. Your head spun, skin on fire from wherever his fingers touched, and every movement of his mouth against yours had your resolve crumbling.

“Rafe,” you hissed against his lips, pushing against his chest.

“I wanna touch you,” he mumbled back.

You felt yourself clenching at his words, recalling the last time he’d touched you. He pulled away before leaning back in, lips dragging along your neck before brushing your ear.

“Let me touch you,” he whispered, his fingers dancing down your frame, toying at the end of your short dress.

Your mouth parted when his fingers grazed you over your underwear, pressing against you and dragging over the fabric. You shuddered against him, legs feeling unsteady. Your lashes fluttered, eyes staring past him and towards the ceiling as he nibbled at the skin of your neck. A soft yet high pitched gasp escaped you when he pushed them aside, skin brushing over skin now.

Rafe kissed you again, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly you moaned. Rafe did too, kissing your lips over and over again. You felt him smirk into the kiss, and you only understood why when he slid one long finger into you. Your hand quickly came up to grab his arm, fingers pressing into it as he added another. You winced a bit, and Rafe pressed his forehead to yours.

“Relax,” he breathed.

It was easier said than done with his fingers massaging the inside of your walls like they were. You arched against him, gasps escaping your lips as you tried to control your breathing. The party was still going on, the music reaching your ears and shaking the walls. Faintly, you took note of Rafe’s other hand grabbing yours and pressing it to his stomach. He slowly pushed it down to cup him through his shorts, and he pressed himself further against you.

Your fingers scraped along the fabric, and he tightened his hold, pushing your hand into the article of clothing. You felt nervous, but the alcohol and music and Rafe’s fingers in you egged you on. You wrapped your hand around him, taking pleasure in how he hissed against your skin. His hand was still on yours, forcing you to move yours up and down over him, slowly and gently but firm.

“Just like that,” he whispered into your skin, curling his fingers into you.

You moaned, thighs shaking around his hand as the heel of his hand repeatedly brushed over your bundle of nerves. All the while, he was guiding you in jerking him off, and you couldn’t deny how wet it made you. You twisted your hand around him as he added a third finger, making you release a loud keening noise as he stretched you out.

He finally let your hand go, letting you do as you pleased with his cock, wrapping his free arm around your waist. His fingers pressed into your back, holding you to him. His fingers were smoothly thrusting into you now, and you could hear his breath hitch when you lightly squeezed him. His head fell to the wall beside you, his own breathing heavy, fingers speeding up within you. Low whimpers left you, stomach and core clenching as you felt that familiar ascent.

“Fuck,” Rafe groaned, the word drawn out as you came around him.

The feel of you clenching on his fingers was apparently enough to send him over the edge, and while you were inexperienced, you weren’t clueless. You could feel him coming all over your hand, Rafe breathing against your skin as his chest heaved. You both fought to catch your breath, and you watched in awe as Rafe pulled his fingers out of you before placing them into his mouth. You blinked as he held eye contact, and with a start, you realized your hand was still in his shorts.

With a grimace, you pulled it out, a frown on your face at the sticky substance that covered it. Rafe took your hand and cleaned it with his shirt, surprising you, and you struggled to meet his eye. The guilt still ate away at you, that this was so wrong, but despite all of that…you just wanted his lips on yours again. Rafe must’ve noticed because when your eyes met his again, there was a thoughtful look in them. He pulled you away from the wall, hand still on your waist as he eyed you.

“Let’s get you home,” he whispered.

The air was different between the two of you as he led you out of the house and did just that, his room empty that night as he watched you fall asleep.

“Hey. Hey!”

You slammed the door behind you, footsteps hurried as you made your way towards the stairs. Rafe wasn’t far behind, the door slamming shut once again as he followed you. You were grateful more than ever that the house was empty. You didn’t know why you expected to get to your room alone, but fate had other plans. Rafe’s hand was painfully tight on your arm as he pulled you to a stop.

“I don’t want to have this same argument again. Let me go, Rafe,” you exhaled.

“It wouldn’t be an argument if you would just-.”

“Kie is my friend! And I know you hate it, but her friends are my friends too,” you told him, glaring at him. “I can’t just ignore them.”

These past week and a half or so had been confusing for you. Rafe had fingered you at a party, and you’d jerked him off. Despite how disgusting it was, you’d enjoyed it, and despite how much you’d told yourself that whatever this was had to stop, it hadn’t.

The first night that he’d slept in your bed since had been peaceful, just the two of you lying beside each other, and for a moment, you could’ve pretended that it was just siblings sharing a bed. Then you’d felt his lips on the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and you had let him. The second night had ended with his tongue inside of you and your hands in his hair again. The third night ended with your legs wrapped around him, grinding against him as he pressed kisses to your throat.

During the day, Rafe was Rafe. He was arrogant and entitled and mean and sometimes high. He was your stepbrother, but at night, when your parents and siblings had long given in to the temptation of sleep, you both gave in to the temptation of each other. Like clockwork, he’d sneak into your room, and you, the unrecognizable person that you were, would be waiting for him. His lips would meet yours, and you’d open your legs for him.

The only moral card you had left was that you hadn’t had sex with him, and for some reason, that didn’t make you feel as better as you thought it would.

But now, you were staring at him in anger as his jealousy once again reared its ugly head. You’d been at The Wreck with Kie. Only Kie at first, but then JJ and John B. and Pope had arrived, and you’d missed them. Rafe and how he felt hadn’t even been on your mind, just wanting to talk to your friends, but then he’d shown up. Some excuse about picking you up leaving his lips, and you didn’t miss the dark glint in his eyes as they landed on JJ. Despite what you actually wanted, you had relented, even if only to prevent another brawl.

“Oh, so you and JJ are just friends now? I saw the way he was holding you that night. I saw how he looked at you at Midsummers-.”

“Yes, we are just friends now thanks to you!”

Rafe swallowed the rest of his words, face relaxing a bit, but he looked no less angry. You blinked away tears, shaking your head.

“What do you want from me, Rafe? It’s not like we’re… We’re not together, and I’m not your girlfriend or anything,” you whispered, folding your arms over your chest.

His nostrils flared, and he looked down his nose at you, sizing you up like he wanted to devour you.

“The way I make you come every night says differently.”

You slapped him, a scoff leaving you. You couldn’t care less about the red handprint on his cheek, angrily looking away.

“Fuck you,” you quietly said.

“Maybe I should,” he lowly started, stepping closer to you.

You looked at him, chest tightening and face falling as he stared you down, nose pressed to yours. His eyes sparkled at the thought, and you fought to hold his gaze.

“Maybe that’s exactly what I need to do in order for you to get it,” he spat.

You flinched before recovering, lifting your chin at him, an eyebrow raised.

“Get what?”

“That you’re mine.”

You wanted to deny it. The feminist and just all around decent human being in you wanted to argue with him. You weren’t anyone’s, especially his, but you knew that wasn’t necessarily true at this point. You’d allowed him to do things to you that no one else ever had the permission to do. Rafe knew how to take you to cloud 9 and make you feel both vulnerable and looked after. You enjoyed the way he touched you, and the way he would send you to sleep with a kiss. Your days were spent anticipating your nights and Rafe’s presence in your bed.

You were his. That was the truth, and you both knew it.

“You’re such an asshole,” you tearfully said.

You hated him in that moment, and despite what you said and what you felt, you knew that you’d be underneath him again in just some hours. And well, you weren’t exactly right about that because hours later, in the cover of the dark, he was underneath you.

Your hands pressed into his chest as his own dug into your waist. The clothing between you did nothing to lessen the pleasure you were feeling as you moved your hips back and forth over him. Rafe’s eyes were on you, and while you tried to keep yours on him per his request, you couldn’t stop them from fluttering closed every once in a while. He held you down onto him as he lifted his hips a bit, forcing you to grind against him, a shaky exhale leaving your lips.

It was amazing really. How much you were shaking and gasping, and he wasn’t even inside of you. Rafe seemed completely in a daze as he watched you, his dirty blond hair kissing his forehead, teeth pressed into his lip. One of his hands snaked its way up your body, brushing along your neck before wrapping itself around it. It wasn’t enough to hurt, not even close, but Rafe applied enough pressed to make you give him your undivided attention. His blue eyes had darkened just a tad, no trace of humor in them.

“If I see you with that Pogue again,” he began, licking his lips. “I’m going to fuck the memory of him out of you.”

He didn’t wait for your reaction or even a response, immediately pulling you down into a kiss.

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trafalgass · 2 years

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Hiya! I saw you were asking for requests so hopefully this request strikes your fancy ♡

I saw that dark themes are allowed, so can we perhaps have headcanons for Kid, Killer, and Law as yandere?

Otherwise, if you’re not comfortable with writing that, can we have some domestic headcanons for the same set of characters?

Thank you so much and have a good day! 🌸

sure thing i’m 100% fine with any type of dark themes, i actually enjoy them! i’m not the biggest yandere connoisseur but i hope it’s close to your liking :)

A.N. I do not condone such toxic behavior, everything written is purely a work of fiction and shouldn’t be taken seriously, I do not try to normalize that type of behavior and I expect every person reading this to do the same

Trigger Warning: Yandere, stalking, toxic behaviors, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of murder & dub-con/non-con

Kid, Killer & Law Yandere Headcanons (GN Reader)

Eustass Kid

It is hard to guess if something's wrong with Kid because he is already ready to destroy anything and anyone to reach his goal

But Kid wants you and he’ll get you by any means possible

This guy has no brain, only brawn, and if anyone gets too close to you Kid won’t hesitate to kill them

The lesser the competition the more chances he has of making you his, right?

Too bad you have no say in the matter, the moment he laid eyes on you that was the moment Kid decided you belonged to him

The more he wanted you the crazier he’d get, you’re making him lose his mind

He’s impulsive and stubborn, only have one thought in his mind and it’s to own you, whether you’re fine with that or not, you belong to him and him only

Kid will ask you out and if you dare telling him “no”, even if it’s a polite “no”, god he’ll make your life hell

You don’t want him? Then no one will have you

Pretty sure he’s crazy enough to kill you just so he doesn’t see you with someone else

Will he be sad if he has to kill you? Probably. Will he move on after he had killed you? Absolutely

Don’t get me wrong, his feelings for you were real, so real he couldn’t bear losing you to someone else

Killer

Killer is really sneaky, he doesn’t say much but he observes a lot, especially you

He’s smarter than his captain, so he won’t turn to killing, yet

Killer starts by stalking you, he doesn’t want to scare you off, he’s aware that he looks intimidating

Probably just wants to look at you from afar, wherever you go Killer is always around, you just never noticed it

However, if someone tries to flirt with you, they disappear the next day

And Killer will keep doing that to everyone that flirts with you, serious or not, he will kill them make them disappear

Until Killer starts to hate the people you hang out with, if he can’t be with you then no one can

And so you start losing friends, you don’t know why, you start to think it’s your fault, that you are a bad friend, that they didn’t want you in their life anymore

You try to meet new people, but they always end up disappearing

Until you meet Killer, there’s a dangerous aura around him, but at this point you don’t care, you just want someone to talk to, someone to fill the loneliness you’ve been feeling

And Killer was the only one that never left you

When Killer asked you to stay with him forever, you accepted

He never told you the truth, and never will

Because that way he gets to keep you all to himself, as he wanted

Trafalgar Law

Law as a Yandere is probably the most dangerous, because the guy is super smart and a good analyst

He already knows your routine patterns, what you like, and the people you like to hang out with

Law hates that he has feelings for you, you’re the reason he’s turning crazy

So crazy he wants to punish you, if he had never met you he wouldn’t have fallen for someone, someone that occupies his thoughts 24h

Law makes you go to him, he doesn’t have to force you, you simply do it yourself

You’re drawn to his charisma, or maybe there’s something more that draws you to him?

Or it’s maybe the fear of something bad happening to you if you anger him, Law is still a pirate and pirates have a bad reputation

Seeing you with someone else made his blood boil and he hated it

Law was smart enough to know he couldn’t stop you from seeing your friends and meeting new people, and even if he had thought about kidnapping you, he didn’t want to go that far....for now

Asking you out would be his first move, the smartest move

If that didn’t work, he had a plan B. Law always has a plan B

Since you stole his heart, he’d do the same... literally

That way he’ll have a piece of you he’ll keep with him forever

And you won’t be able to “give your heart” to someone else

#one piece #headcanons #trafalgar law #killer #eustass kid #gender neutral reader #imagine blog #trafalgar law x reader #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #heart pirates #dark lemon #tw: yandere

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seijorhi · 3 years

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Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Me attempting a multi-part fic?? More likely than you think! I wrote this fic because this blog started with Hawks and Dabi and kinda got a bit of traction with soulmate au’s so to me it made sense to post it for my first anniversary. I hope you guys like it! 💕

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x female reader, Keigo Takami (Hawks) x female reader

TW canonical character ‘death’, a little angst and maybe a slight hint of dub-con (if you squint your eyes a little)

Part I, II

You’re eleven years old when your parents take you by the hand, sit you down on the couch and tell you that your soulmate is dead.

It doesn’t make sense. There’s a hollow ache inside of your chest like something important is gone but you were with Touya only yesterday. You had the rest of your lives together, you were gonna leave with him, start something better…

You feel empty and you can’t understand it. He can’t be dead, that’s not how it works. You find your soulmate and you get to ride off into the sunset. You get to be happy, everyone knows that.

But it doesn’t sink in until you’re kicking and screaming by his grave and Endeavor won’t so much as meet your eye and your parents are pulling you back because there’s no body.

There’s nothing left of Touya Todoroki.

And there’s nothing left of you without him.

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They call it the bloom. A simple touch, the first from your soulmate’s hand, and the mark appears on your skin like drops of ink spilled into water. You’ve always thought it beautiful, the delicate black pattern imprinted on your wrist.

You can still remember the heat you’d felt when it happened. Not the burning kind you knew him capable of, but like the warmth of a fire seeping through you. And you remember the way those bright, blue eyes had widened as you’d tripped and fell, taking him with you. His mark was over his heart; Touya always was stupidly smug about that.

You were just kids. Angry and scared and lost, but you had Touya and Touya had you.

(Not that that counted for anything in the end. He still died alone.)

They say it’s rare to find your soulmate before adulthood, but you’d been one of the lucky ones.

Lucky.

The word tastes bitter on your tongue now. It’s not that you disagree exactly – even now, years after his death you’re glad that you had time with him. You would’ve been grateful for a minute, for a mere glance at his face. Two and a half years with your soulmate was a gift, but having him, losing him so young only meant that you had more years of your life to struggle on without him.

And sometimes you catch yourself staring at your mark, lost in thought. Touya was the one with all the plans, you were always just the tag along, happy to go anywhere so long as he was the one leading you. You wonder what he’d think if he could see you now. Not the Hero you’d let yourselves imagine, though you suppose you both knew deep down that was nothing more than a pipe dream for someone like you.

Gazing around your cramped, messy apartment, debating exactly how badly you need this shitty, barely-enough-to-scrape-by job, you can’t imagine he’d be impressed.

God knows your parents are disappointed, but that’s nothing new. The Quirkless daughter of two mid rank heroes – well, the only thing you ever had going for you was being Enji Todoroki’s future daughter in law, and everybody knows how that one ended.

But part of you likes to think that maybe Touya wouldn’t judge you too harshly for it. You’re doing the best you can. You’re surviving, all on your own, that has to count for something, doesn’t it?

There’s a text message awaiting you when you roll over and grab your phone.

Happy Birthday x

Natsuo never forgets. The rest of the Todoroki’s – you ceased to matter to them the day they buried an empty casket for their son. Natsuo’s the only one who bothers to check in on you, make sure that you’re keeping your head above the water. It’s usually just a message here and there, and he calls you on Touya’s birthday. And on the anniversary of his death.

It’s painful for him, but you suppose you’re the only tangible connection he has left of his brother.

You stare at the message for a moment longer, a strange feeling tugging at your heart. Typing out a quick reply, you set your phone down and fall back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh.

Today of all days, you’d honestly rather just roll over and let the hours pass you by, but your boss isn’t that forgiving and as much as you hate to admit it, you need this job.

The hotel’s already abuzz by the time you clock in, your manager’s jaw tight, a frown pinching at his face. As much as you don’t like him, you can’t exactly blame him for the bad mood – in less than three hours, the ballroom will be filled with a media circus and a plethora of pro heroes. Some big promotional event before the hero rankings are announced; you honestly don’t care.

It just means that everybody’s on edge, you’re gonna spend all day stuck in heels, smiling blandly while you serve people who won’t so much as look twice at you.

And then there’s the real reason you’re dreading today. 6’4”, blue eyed, broad shouldered, currently burning holes into you from across the ballroom while you carry around a platter of canapés. The last time you’d seen Enji Todoroki in person was two weeks after the funeral, and he’d ignored you entirely.

That was years ago; you weren’t even in your teens. Half of you had hoped that in his infinite arrogance and the complete lack of care he’d shown since his son’s death he would’ve forgotten about you entirely.

From the way he’s spent the last twenty minutes staring at you while bulldozing past reporters, though, you’re not feeling all that confident.

And for the life of you, you can’t figure out why your presence seems to be disturbing him so much, considering you’re really only there to serve and then fade into the background. It’s not like you’re chasing after him, demanding an autograph much less any kind of acknowledgement – you’re not exactly thrilled to be here either. Things work just fine with the two of you pretending the other doesn’t exist.

Does he think you’ve planned this? Some big ‘fuck you’ to try and mess with what you’re sure will be an announcement of his retainership of the number one position? Even while Touya was still alive, his father didn’t have a place in your life – he was off training his youngest, you barely saw him and you were glad for it.

While he might have hated him, some part of Touya still idolised him, craved his approval, but Enji had never been anything to you but a selfish, unfeeling monster. A bully.

But now he’s staring at you, slack jawed and wide eyed like he’s seen a ghost and it’s harder than you thought it would be to keep that smile plastered across your face knowing he’s watching your every move.

Your cheeks feels hot, and it only gets worse when you realise that Endeavor’s less than subtle behaviour is slowly but surely drawing attention from others in the room. A few curious reporters have shot you odd looks, heads cocked for a moment before dismissing you as just another waitress, hardly headline worthy.

The other heroes are less quick to brush you off. Mirko, current number five, elegantly clasping her glass of champagne in a gloved hand keeps shooting furtive glances between you and Enji, Gang Orca’s beady eyes following you across the floor, a flicker of what you’re fairly sure is concern maring his face.

It’s mortifying. Your smile is stretched and painful, your throat tight and you feel utterly exposed, but there’s nothing you can do. The flame hero doesn’t seem to care about the attention he’s drawing, or that with every passing minute it gets harder and harder for you to maintain that professional, customer service demeanour you need for this job.

And you’re beyond caring if he’s embarrassed to find his firstborn’s soulmate has sunk so low in his absence, you just want him to stop staring so you can finish your shift in peace. But it seems like the flame hero has other plans, because you’re just beginning to seriously weigh up your chances of keeping this job if you just up and walk off right here and now when Enji’s limited patience finally reaches its threshold.

He doesn’t bother offering excuses towards the poor reporter trying to pry an interview out of him, he just abruptly sets his drink down and starts stalking towards you. Rationally, you realise that with all these people here, he can’t make too much of a scene.

It’s just that even the thought of having to talk with him, to look into those blue eyes that are so painfully familiar yet wrong–

You can’t do it.

Not today.

And so you spin on your heel, stomach lurching. The silver tray in your hands stacked high with champagne teeters and falls, crystal glass shattering on the marble floors drawing gasps from the crowd. Endeavor calls out your name but you block him out, desperately weaving your way through the stunned mass of people.

Most of them give you a wide berth, likely due to the oversized hero barrelling after you. He calls your name again, louder this time. It’s not a scream, or a yell – it almost sounds pleading, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Endeavor doesn’t do pleading.

Your cheeks are burning; there’s too many people staring and hot tears begin to prickle at your eyes. A flash of red blurs past your field of vision and you start, a sharp squeak slipping out as a figure lands before you, blocking your exit.

Handsome with bushy eyebrows, dirty blonde hair messily brushed back and golden eyes gleaming; the hero in front of you would be impossible to mistake, even if it weren’t for the sweeping blood red wings sprouting from his back. Hawks, the current number two pro-hero and the only man standing between you and your fumbling escape.

Your body’s slow to catch up with your mind though, and as you try to stop, backpedal and side-step him at once your foot catches on your ankle. It’s instinctive, the way your arms fly up, wildly trying to catch yourself before you fall on your ass.

Just like you suppose it’s instinctive for him to rush forward to do the same.

It happens in a split second, your fingers brushing the skin of his neck just above the collar of his shirt, his hand grasping at your waist to steady you. Beneath his gloved hand a familiar burst of heat warms your skin.

Time slows to a crawl. The ballroom, all the gathered heroes and the press, your co-workers, they all fade into the background as your eyes dart to your fingertips, resting gently on the side of Hawks’ throat. There, a soft, inky black mark begins to unfurl spreading up to his jaw, disappearing below the collar of his turtleneck.

Over the quiet hum of the classical music playing in the background, you hear his breath catch.

He has you dipped, the two of you frozen as if in a dance and for a moment you dare to meet those piercing golden eyes. There’s a clicking sound, a camera shutter you distantly register, but while it makes your heart jump, Hawks pays it no mind.

He stares at you with impossibly wide eyes; open, vulnerable and raw.

And then he blinks, and that glimpse is gone, his grip tightening as he slowly sets you right. He doesn’t let you go, however.

“Hawks,” Enji’s tone is low and gruff, a warning this time.

Tension, thick and crackling with electricity hangs in the air between the three of you, amplified by the crowd of onlookers. All those journalists, chomping at the bit with the realisation of a juicy story playing out right in front of their eyes. Your name’s called out again, not by Endeavor, but by the reporter he’d cut off before – eyeing you now with an eager leer that has you recoiling back into Hawks’ embrace.

It’s enough to jerk the winged hero into action. His mouth finds your ear, his thumb sweeping soothingly along your side as he speaks low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna leave, baby bird?”

You don’t remember nodding, but you must have, because in the space of a single heartbeat Hawks has you hoisted up in his arms, those powerful wings spreading wide – and you’re flying.

—

“I don’t think I have a job anymore,” you laugh drily, staring down at the city lights twinkling on the horizon.

Beside you, Hawks snorts in agreement, “Hell of a way to make an exit, though.”

He’s not wrong. You can only imagine what the tabloid headlines will say tomorrow ‘Pro Hero sweeps hotel waitress soulmate off her feet’ ‘Hawks mates for life; Endeavor jealous?’ Even if by some miracle your boss wasn’t intent on firing you on the spot, you’re not sure you can even bear to show your face there again.

It’ll be a pain though, trying to find a new job while your face is plastered across every less than reputable news outlet.

Perched atop the rooftop of Hawks’ hotel, halfway across the city, the wind ruffling gently through your hair, everything feels… surreal almost. It’s your birthday, and instead of crashing through the door of your apartment, exhausted and aching before falling face first onto your bed and not moving for the next few hours, you’re here. With the number two pro hero. Who, incidentally, is your second soulmate.

Having more than one soulmate, it’s not unheard of, just… rare.

And your hand’s entwined with his, his gloves long since discarded, his fleece lined jacket draped over your shoulders. Touya’s mark, long since blossomed across your inner wrist lies starkly between the two of you, unignorable.

“It was his son, wasn’t it?” he asks eventually, breaking the fragile silence as he toys with your fingers. When you nervously risk a glance up, Hawks doesn’t look angry or upset or even that jealous. Those golden eyes study your face with an odd kind of curiosity, but there’s no trace of resentment there. “Touya, the one who died. He was your soulmate.”

It’s not a question, but you find yourself nodding anyway. A part of you’s almost surprised he put it together so quickly, but you guess being a pro hero of that calibre requires a little more than just having a strong quirk.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, because what else can you say?

You can’t possibly imagine how he’s feeling right now, what thoughts are running through his head. You’d accepted a long time ago that while you’d love Touya Todoroki until your dying breath, he was gone; that chance of a fairytale happily ever after going with him. Another soulmate wasn’t something you’d ever considered, much less wasted time longing for.

And yet here you are, another mark inked across your skin and it feels wrong somehow, yet also completely right. Imagining being on the other foot; putting yourself in Hawks’ shoes – a pro hero soulmated to some insignificant, quirkless waitress, and not only that, but finding out she has another soulmate, somebody she loved before you, a ghost of a memory you’ll always be competing against… you honestly don’t know how you’d feel.

“Look at me,” he whispers, calloused fingers coaxing at your chin. Heart thrumming like a hummingbird's you comply, letting out another soft squeak as Hawks takes the hand still entwined with his and lifts it to his neck, right above his mark.

He smiles, nuzzling into the touch as your breath stutters. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Again, you find yourself nodding without even really being conscious of it. It doesn’t seem to matter to Hawks though, whose smile widens at the sight of it. He leans in closer, his breath fanning across your face as molten pools of honey drink you in. You wonder if he can feel the way your pulse is racing under his touch, mixed emotions warring inside of you as he cups your cheek.

“And I’m yours. That’s all I care about, baby bird.”

He’s drawing you into a kiss before you can even comprehend the words, soft lips moving against yours. Gently at first, but that sweetness gives way to a burning urgency as he pulls you closer, holds you tighter.

Hawks kisses you like your lips hold salvation, and it’s frightening and thrilling and it feels like every nerve in your body is electrified when his teeth catch at your bottom lip and he moans your name.

There’s some part of you that realises that you’re moving too fast – soulmates or not he’s practically a stranger – but as you break for air, panting and breathless and Hawks looks at you with those burning, beautiful eyes; you’re helpless to resist.

“Keigo,” he tells you as he lays you down on his bed, crawling up between your thighs with a gleaming, hungry smirk that’s nothing less than predatory, “Call me Keigo.”

#yandere bnha #yandere hawks x reader #yandere dabi x reader #yandere keigo takami x reader #yandere touya todoroki x reader #tw character ‘death’#tw dub con #soulmate au #I’m not even sorry #except I am #lmao last one I promise

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fanficimagery · 3 years

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Misery Business pt. I

Imagine moving in with the Molina's after an incident back home. Instead of being angry, you realize this is your second chance to be truly happy and you really hope it goes better than your first attempt.

Words: 6.1K Author's Note: I'm a sucker for three idiot ghost boys which is why I'm back, only in this imagine everyone is alive. Yes that includes Rose Molina as well :) Soulmate!AU too so have fun with that. FYI, Y/N will be "musically talented" but since I can't write music to save my life then "Y/N's music" will come from a little band that goes by the name of Paramore and by James Arthur.

Julie and three of her best guy friends are in the family studio outside, writing and jamming and just having the time of their life. Alex, Reggie, and Luke are about two years older than Julie, but the boys overlooked the teeny tiny age gap because her killer voice was exactly what their band was missing. The entire high school knew exactly who the boys of Sunset Curve were so they were all surprised when they took sophomore Julie Molina under their wing and rebranded their band.

Julie's family was very supportive of her music, especially her mother Rose, and she let Julie and the boys use her studio whenever they wanted so long as they all kept up their grades. They're usually left alone when Julie and Luke are in writing mode, so it's a bit of a surprise to see Ray and Rose entering the studio.

Alex is the first to notice them, nudging Reggie and gesturing to Mr. and Mrs. Molina, and then Reggie tosses a pillow at Luke's head to get his attention. Luke's rather rude remark is on the tip of his tongue, but his eyes widen upon seeing Julie's parents.

"Jules. Julie!" He hisses. "Your mom and dad are here."

"Hmm. What?" Julie finally looks away from her journal, her eyes widening before a beaming smile breaks out. "Mami! Papi. What brings you two here?"

"Hey mija," Ray says. "Can we talk real quick?"

"Of course!"

She glances at the boys and they're quick to start packing up, but Ray gestures for them to stay put. "It's okay, boys. You can stay for this."

Rose smiles. "After all, you are family too."

Every time Rose or Ray mention that the boys are family, they can't help but smile goofily. None of the boys have the type of relationship with their parents that Julie has with hers, so they're all grateful the Molina's accept them as if they were a Molina as well. Julie smiles as the boys, who are all practically older brothers to her, gather around her and Luke to hear what's going on.

On his way further into the studio, Ray grabs a chair for Rose and she takes a seat while Ray stands behind her, gripping the back of her chair. "Okay," he exhales a little roughly, "so you know the drama your cousin went through a few months ago?"

Julie frowns. "Yeah."

"Well it seems Y/N isn't doing so well," Rose says. "Your tía thinks a change of location is what's best for her."

"Y/N wants to move here?"

"Well not exactly," Ray says. "Y/N doesn't know. If we agree to take her in, then Y/N will be told of her relocation."

Julie nods, looking thoughtful. "Okay."

"Okay?" Ray muses. "What does okay mean?"

"Well I'm assuming you're only telling me because you never make a big decision without seeing what me and Carlos think," Julie says and then smiles brightly. "I love Y/N. Carlos loves Y/N, so I know he already voted yes."

Rose chuckles. "He did. I believe his words were I will throw down for Y/N any day of the week. Bring her home."

Julie snorts. "Of course he did." Then after glancing between her mom and dad, she nods with a gentler smile. "Whatever she needs. I'll even decorate the guest bedroom for her."

"That's nice, mija." Ray then looks over the boys, eyes settling on Reggie. "No flirting."

"I- what?"

"No flirting!"

Luke and Alex snort as Reggie gasps in mock outrage, but everyone knows Reggie is the one to flirt first and ask questions later. Ray and Rose laugh as they ready to leave the studio, Rose walking over to kiss her daughter on the temple before disappearing after her husband.

As soon as the teenagers are left alone, the boys whirl on Julie.

"So who's Y/N?" Alex asks, smiling innocently.

"And what was the drama a few months ago?" Luke wonders.

Julie glances between all three boys before sighing. "I'm only telling you this because it's highly likely she'll be coming soon." She has their full attention. "Y/N is my older cousin. Last year she met her soulmate."

"Aww," Alex coos.

"Or so we thought."

His smile immediately falls. "Oh."

Julie cringes. "Yeah. Apparently some new transfer student at her school liked my cousin so much that he decided he wanted to be her one and only. Really creepy dude," she says. "So somehow he figured out what her words were and made sure those were the first words he spoke to her." Their eyes widen. "When she spoke to him in return, he memorized the words and had them tattooed on. Then he refused to let her see the words, under the guise that they were in a private spot she couldn't see until they got to know each other better, until they healed."

"What the hell," Luke breathes. "That such a-"

"Dick move," Reggie mutters.

Alex nods in agreement. "Yeah. What they said."

Julie smiles sadly at her friends. "She was with him for a year before he met his real soulmate and then he tried to juggle them both. Y/N was really torn up about it."

"Who wouldn't be?" Alex says. "That is so messed up."

"It is. But if there's one thing I know about my cousin it's that she doesn't want people to tiptoe around her." Julie grins then. "So be yourselves like you are with me, just don't flirt with her."

Alex stares down his two guy best friends until they huff and nod in agreement. "I think they can handle that."

Stepping out of the Uber in front of your tío's house, you're grateful you stopped being annoyed with your mom for making you move long enough to accept the money she transferred into your bank account. The ride from the airport to the Molina household wasn't exactly a cheap one and you regretted not letting your family pick you up when you saw what you owed.

But now you're here, one duffel bag hanging from your shoulder and a medium-sized suitcase sitting by your feet. You only have a moment to take it all in before the front door is opening, and your tío and tía are exiting the house to greet you.

"You're here!" Rose smiles and is quick to pull you into a hug. "How was your flight?"

"Decent. Just a little turbulence. I might have barfed. Twice."

Rose and Ray laugh, and then Ray's tugging you into a hug of his own. "We're so glad to have you, mija. Julie and her friends have just about finished with your room. They're really excited to have you here."

"And I'm excited to be here." Pulling out of the hug, you're met with two identical expressions that practically say Are you really?. "Well now I am." All three of you chuckle. "I was a little upset at the short notice, but I'm totally over it. I am a little tired though, so yeah."

"Oh. Of course. Just head on up, mija. You know where the guest bedroom is," Rose says. "Ray and I need to go get some groceries for tonight. Does arroz con pollo sound good?"

You groan quietly. "It sounds fantastic. My mom could never quite make it like you do."

Ray laughs. "Well my sister is not the cook she claims to be. Now go on. Rest up and we'll see you for dinner."

As Ray and Rose take their leave, you grab your suitcase and drag it inside behind you. You can hear laughter coming from upstairs so that's where you head towards, and you're not surprised to see Julie, Flynn, and who appears to be Julie's bandmate Alex tacking up some fairy lights and draping them across your headboard. The bedroom, which was usually bare except for the bed and dresser, has many of your personal things scattered about that had been shipped a little over a week ago now. However the sheer black curtains, the maroon comforter bed set, and the lights they're hanging up are all new.

"A-hem." You clear your throat, smiling when all three teens freeze and turn towards you. "Are you guys seriously having fun without me?" The blonde boy grins as the two girls squeal, you dropping your duffel bag next to your suitcase just as Julie and Flynn launch themselves at you. Your arms are spread wide as they wrap themselves around you and you bring your own arms down around their shoulders to squeeze them in return. "Did you girls miss me?"

"Uh duh!" Flynn is the first to retort.

Julie pulls back just enough to look you in the face. "We're going to have so much fun."

"So much." You can't help but chuckle, your attention then sliding to the quiet blonde. "Alex, right?"

He smiles. "Yeah. Hi. It's nice to meet you."

"You too, man. I keep up with the band on Youtube and can I just say that you absolutely kill it on the drums? I mean holy shit. You're awesome!"

Alex blushes as Julie points at him. "See! Own your awesomeness. My cousin thinks you're cool, therefore you are cool."

Both girls finally release you, Flynn stumbling back to sit on the edge of what is now your bed. Julie stays right where she's at, arm wrapped around your waist as you both stare at her bandmate. You nod and smile at him. "You really are. We definitely need to jam some time."

Alex seems to perk up then. "Y-You're into music too?"

Flynn snorts. "The Molina's are all freakishly talented. I'm almost jealous."

You roll your eyes fondly at Flynn. "Shush. You're talented in other areas." Then looking at Alex, you grin. "I sing and write. Not as amazing as Julie, of course, but I can hold my own. I like to perform-"

"Just not in front of an audience," Julie muses.

"-and just let go. The rush of it all feels good." You turn to pout at your cousin. "And yeah, not in front of an audience of strangers." You stare at Alex once more. "Friends and family is fine, just not like a legit stage. I'll projectile vomit like that one girl in Pitch Perfect." All three teens snort, that movie having been popular with all of them.

Alex then grins. "We'll definitely have to jam then once you're settled in."

A brief moment of silence descends upon the room, but Flynn is not having it. She claps her hands once, garnering everyone's attention. "So before we get comfortable, lets address the elephant in the room." You groan as she smiles broadly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, guys."

"Really? Your sudden move states otherwise."

"Flynn!" Julie scolds. Alex seems to freeze, his gaze darting between you and Flynn.

Flynn grimaces as she seems to think she's crossed a line, but you merely roll your eyes. "What exactly did my mom tell your dad?" You turn to ask Julie.

"Um," she gulps and fidgets in place. "I was just told that you weren't doing so good after everything that happened."

You snort. "Seriously?" Julie nods and you chuckle, shaking your head. "Guys, I'm fine. Honestly! I got over the heartbreak like a week after it happened and then I was just pissed off. But my friends helped me realize some things and I'm good now."

"But then why did your mom say you weren't?" Julie wonders.

"I love my mom, but she's a moron," you say. You drag Julie over to your bed, kicking off your shoes along the way and crawl to sit against the headboard. Julie does the same and you gesture for Alex to join Flynn at the foot of your bed. He does, smiling to be included. Once everyone's settled, you say, "So Jerry, who was the guy pretending to be my soulmate," you explain for Flynn and Alex, "has been trying to get in contact with me ever since I blocked him on everything I could. A couple weeks ago while I was out partying with some friends, Jerry and his soulmate were at the same party I was at. I didn't notice them, but they noticed me and they somehow managed to come up with the idea that I was stalking them."

"What a bitch," Flynn immediately blurts. Alex nods along with her.

"Anyway, Jerry's soulmate confronted me and I was completely blindsided by how angry she was with me. I mean, Jerry's the one who tricked me! Not the other way around." You shake your head in annoyance. "She made some hella stupid accusations and she threw a punch."

Julie gasps. "She didn't!?"

"She did. Now I'm not stupid, so I let her hit me a couple of times before I took my first swing. Fortunately for me, she clawed me," you pull your shirt down to show them three marks just above your cleavage, "and she was arrested when the cops got there. After giving my statement and getting statements from the witnesses, they determined I acted in self defense and let me go home. Mom took the little altercation as me spiraling and acting out, so she shipped me off."

"Jesus," Julie sighs. "That's messed up."

"It really is. But oh well. What happened, happened, and now I get to live with my favorite people."

All four of you laugh before Alex gestures towards your chest, sobering up some. "I have some cream that you can use so it'll fade the scars. My soulmate likes to skateboard and he gets pretty banged up every now and then so I keep a stash of that stuff for him."

You smile fondly at him. "Yes, please. The first time my real soulmate sees the girls," you shimmy your chest just the slightest, "I don't want him to see my battle wounds."

Julie swats you with the back of your hand and you laugh at her exasperated expression as the other two break down into giggles.

Lounging around in your room, you ask Julie about her other two bandmates but Alex tells you they had family obligations they couldn't get out of. Carlos gets dropped off by his friend's mom and he joyously jumps onto the middle of the bed when he realizes you're finally there. So that's how Ray and Rose find the five of you, laughing and joking in your new room before dinner is ready and making plans to hang out the following day when everyone could meet up.

After explaining to your tío and tía the real reasoning your mother had you sent away, it was like a weight was lifted off their shoulders and they were more at ease in your presence. You laughed at their sheepishness, at how they thought they had a rightfully heartbroken teenager on their hands with no clue how to ease said heartache. But when all was said and done, everyone seemed to be themselves around you.

Alex had shown up that afternoon, soulmate in tow, and immediately you asked to play with Willie's hair. Both boys had laughed, Willie agreed and readily sat on the floor between your knees as Julie and Alex Facetimed Flynn about any upcoming open mic nights they could book. Willie had a box of random hair supplies in his lap and you saw how he kept running his fingers over a feather and some small silver hoops. Without even asking him, you grabbed a couple of silver hoops, a feather, and set them aside. You had him tilt his head and he did so without questions, closing his eyes as you started to part and section the hair on the right side of his head. Alex smiled every time he looked over at the two of you and you happily gave Willie three thin braids about five inches long before letting the rest of his hair hang loose. The two outer braids had the silver hoops clipped in and the braid in the middle held the feather you had braided in with a thin leather cord. When you were finished and then combed out Willie's hair one last time, you told him you were done and had to bite back a laugh at the way Alex gulped. Willie eagerly went to check himself out in the mirror, beaming at his reflection before turning around and pulling you into a hug.

While your tío Ray and tía Rose worked, and Carlos spent time at his friend's house, you and Julie ordered in some pizza for yourselves, Alex, and Willie. They had no plans at all for the day so the four of you went out to Rose's studio garage when Flynn finally showed up.

Flynn has the bright idea to do karaoke, pulling out the equipment and setting up a laptop Julie had in the studio for this occasion.

Flynn killed it on Nicki Minaj's Starships, you and Julie sang Mamma Mia and were joined by a very enthusiastic Alex. Willie absolutely refused to sing, but that was okay because he knew the choreography for Backstreet Boys Everybody and you eagerly pulled him up to dance with yourself and Julie. Tío Ray and Tía Rose showed up with Carlos in tow, and you and Julie laughed joyously as her parents sang through Journey's Don't Stop Believin'.

Everyone was laughing and having a good time, but as the sun was going down the parental figures went inside to talk through dinner ideas and clean up a little.

You ask Julie if she has any originals you have yet to hear, but as she goes to go grab a journal Alex speaks up. "What about you? You said you wrote, right? I need to hear an original."

"I, uh, sure." You shrug. You turn towards Julie, eyeing the laptop. "Are my instrumentals still on there?"

She grins. "Yeah. Can I choose?"

"Go for it." You get up to go see which song of yours she's going to choose, smiling softly when you see her choice. Alex is practically bouncing in his seat, Willie is shaking his head at him in fond amusement, and Flynn looks torn between recording with her phone. When you nod at her, she beams and gets ready to hit record on her phone.

"So before Julie hits play, I just want you guys to know I wrote this song while I was Jerry. He absolutely loathed it when he first heard it because he thought I was singing about someone else." You huff a laugh. "The song was honestly about a couple on a TV show I got fixated on, but he didn't believe me. So anyway, I might be a little rusty, but Julie loves it so here goes nothing.

Julie hits play. The violin starts and you smirk when you see Alex's eyebrows raise. Then the drums, guitar, and bass kick in and his eyes widen just as his jaw drops when your attitude completely changes.

"I'm in the business of misery, let's take it from the top. She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock. It's a matter of time before we all run out. When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth."

You keep singing, singing to Julie, but then it goes silent before the chorus kicks in and you find yourself back to back with your cousin as she joins you. "Woah, it was never my intention to brag. To steal it all away from you now. But God, does it feel so good 'cause I got him where I want him now. And if you could, then you know you would 'cause God, it just feels so.. It just feels so good."

Willie whoops and you laugh your way through the next few lines, rocking your shoulders and even throwing in a couple of head bangs for good measure.

But then the music quiets just so and you face the boys. "I watched his wildest dreams come true and not one of them involving you. Just watch my wildest dreams come true. Not one of them involving.." You head bang now, twisting your head back and forth so your hair wildly flips back and forth. Julie plays the air guitar and you're laughing, having made yourself dizzy in the process. But then as one particular part comes up, you sidle up to Julie's side, your face just inches from the side of her own face as she stares forward. "Woah I never meant to brag, but I got him where I want him now."

Your chest aches from putting your all into your own song, sweat beading at your hairline as you jump around dancing. You're exhausted by the end of the song, but it's well worth it to see Alex's gobsmacked expression.

The studio falls silent, but it's Willie and Flynn who jump to their feet. Their utter amazement and joyfulness makes you a little sheepish, but then Alex is standing to his feet. "Holy shit."

"Right?" Julie cackles. "I've been begging her to play live with us for one song, but she won't."

"Are you frickin' kidding me?!" The new voice has your head snapping in it's direction, the boy in a leather jacket and red flannel wrapped around his waist staring at you in wonder. "What is it with you Molina's and your musical talents?"

Your face flames at his praise, eyes then darting to the boy with shaggy hair and a sleeveless shirt gaping at you. You chuckle nervously and Julie wraps an arm around your shoulders, grinning as she introduces you. "And here we have Reggie and Luke. Guys, this is my cousin Y/N."

"Dude, will you marry me?" Luke's words make everyone laugh out loud, but you freeze.

Julie, having felt you tense up, stares at you. "Y/N? Are you-"

But you cut her off, eyes solely on Luke as you say, "Bro, don't call me dude." Your mocking tone makes Flynn snort.

Not only is it Luke's turn to freeze, but so do Alex and Reggie. Their eyes widen as they stare between you and Luke, your heart beating triple when you realize just who this is.

"Oh my god," Alex mutters.

"Oh my god!" Reggie exclaims, smile instantly beaming.

"OH MY GOD!" Julie shouts, arm tightening around your shoulder. "Did he just- did you just say.." You nod, your breathing becoming a little erratic. Julie notices and turns you so she grips you by the shoulders and you're staring directly into her face. "Hey, it's okay. You're fine. Luke's one of the good ones."

You gulp. "I- it's not that," you murmur. "But he said.. and I need to see-"

Before you can finish, the presence of said boy is right next to you and Julie. You startle at his appearance, but then he's holding out his arm between you and your cousin and you glance down to see the words that have been stamped into his skin since the day of his birth. There on the space just below the crease of his elbow are the words bro, don't call me dude.

You laugh, a little wetly, but no one dares to call you out on it. Instead, you turn and lift your shirt so he can see his own words stamped on your ribs. A faint touch has you flinching away and giggling, and Julie snorts as you pout at Luke who seems to realize you're ticklish.

"OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS ARE SOULMATES!" Flynn shouts. "THIS IS SO COOL!"

And just like that the tension is broken, everyone laughing and cheering. You're having trouble holding Luke's gaze, his crinkled eyes and swoon-worthy smile making you want to reach out and hug him. So when you see his fingers twitch and tap out a beat against his leg before he clenches his fists closed, you cave and pull him into a hug. He hesitates a moment before he sighs, wrapping his arms tightly around you in return.

"Hey. ¿Qué está pasando? (What's going on?) Rose wonders. Apparently the cheering had caught tía Rose and tío Ray's attention.

You and Luke break apart, but your arms remain touching as you both stare at Julie's parents like you'd been caught doing something wrong. And since the two of you can't seem to form words, Julie giggles before filling them in. "Luke and Y/N are soulmates. They said each other's words."

Ray and Rose immediately look at you in shock, and you can feel your face heating up. Slowly, you smile at your tía's concerned expression and immediately she's beaming as she makes a beeline for you. "Mija! That's wonderful news." You laugh as she hugs you and then laugh even harder when you see your tío Ray clamp a hand down on Luke's shoulder. Then releasing you and turning towards Luke, tía Rose smiles as she opens her arms wide before moving in to hug him. "I'm happy for you too, mijo. Welcome to the family." Then pulling back, she says, "Not that you weren't already part of the family, but you know."

Luke chuckles, ears turning red. "Thanks, Mrs. Molina."

"Well this is a cause for celebration," Ray says. "Anyone feeling up to pasta?" Julie, Flynn, and Reggie all whoop in unison. "You going to join us, Willie?"

Willie, never usually around for long periods of time with Julie's family, is surprised to be invited. Alex beams at his soulmate and Willie knows he can't say no. "Sure, Mr. Molina. Thanks for the invite."

"Great," Rose smiles. "Well now that that's settled, I'm going to go make a reservation so we don't give the hostess a stroke when we all walk in. Everyone has two hours before we leave."

Tía Rose and tío Ray congratulate you and Luke one last time before they take their leave. Everyone follows after them, excitingly talking outfit choices, but Reggie remains by the opened doors smiling between you and Luke. A second later, Alex returns and marches a reluctant Reggie away.

Now that it's just you and Luke, the two of you laugh nervously.

"So.."

"So.." You both laugh nervously again and then you're groaning. "This is so weird, but like I'm also really excited."

Luke loses some of his nerves and his shoulders slump. "Really? You're excited?"

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?"

He turns sheepish then, averting his gaze as he shoves his hands into the front of his jean's pockets. "Julie might have explained the shitty thing your ex did and yeah. I would understand if you weren't stoked to meet me on your second day here."

He's so genuine in his explanation that you can't help but mentally swoon at this boy before you. You're not sure where the sudden confidence comes from, but you're grateful for it when you step closer and take his face in the palm of your hands so he's staring right at you. "Okay one, my mother didn't properly explain why she moved me here. I'll fill you in later, but I'm telling you right now it's not because I'm heartbroken or anything. And two, I am stoked to meet you. You wanna know why?" Luke can only nod as he pays close attention and you grin at him. "Because the moment realization sunk in, everything just felt.. it felt-"

"Right?" He asks, voice low.

You nod. "It felt right. There was no uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach, there was just elation. Like I found something I didn't know I was looking for until you uttered the words etched on my ribs."

Luke slowly smiles and you let your hands fall to your sides, leaning in and quickly kissing his cheek. "Now come on. We need to get ready for tonight."

His cheeks turn red almost immediately, but you don't say anything as you grab his arm and drag his hand from his pocket. Then clasping his hand within your own, you drag him out of the studio and up towards the house.

Dinner was quite the affair, everyone pushing you and Luke next to one another at the table and cooing over how adorable you two were. Even his parents, Emily and Mitch, had been invited along and everyone smiled throughout the entire dinner. The table was quite loud, but not a single customer nearby or the waitresses could blame you when Reggie loudly explained that they were celebrating newly found soulmates. There was even applause that had you and Luke turning red in the face and then trying to aim a kick at Reggie's shin under the table. Unfortunately, Alex took the brunt of both kicks.

When the weekend was over, Luke and the boys stood by your side on your first day of school. The band had quite the following and those fangirls of theirs were not impressed to see you and Luke hand-in-hand. It was a bit daunting navigating the hallways with a majority of the school's population looking down their nose at you, but then Julie, Flynn, and surprisingly Carrie Wilson (your cousin's arch-nemesis) came to your aide. You understood Julie and Flynn's protectiveness, but Carrie's was a shock and she merely flipped her hair over her shoulder while giving the excuse that no one should be shit on just because they found their soulmate. The girls were stunned, but shrugged it off and let Carrie do what Carrie wanted to do.

Tía Rose and tío Ray saw a lot more of Luke at their home, but didn't put up any fuss. The only thing they asked was that if they were alone in the room, then the bedroom door was to remain open at all times. And not wanting to disappoint them, you and Luke abided by their rules. Because being with Luke.. it was the complete opposite than being with Jerry. There were no nerves, no second guessing, and no jealousy. You were happy to be with Luke and vice versa, and either of you could go out with friends with no twenty questions about who you were going with and where (Jerry seriously did a number on you).

You became Julie and the Phantoms number one fan, alongside Willie and Flynn, and sat up in the loft with Willie while the band rehearsed downstairs. The times you did go downstairs after rehearsals and Luke bounded over to you like an eager puppy, you had to fight the urge to chuck something at Reggie and Julie when they cooed over how cute you were together.

Luckily for you, Luke wasn't into PDA other than hand holding or hugs. But it still didn't stop your friends from mockingly groaning for you to get a room when Luke would hug you from behind and stay there with his chin hooked over your shoulder.

Today is one of the rare days the band left Luke alone so he could spend the time with you, but you're stuck doing Algebra II homework and Luke is going through one of your old writing journals for abandoned lyrics to give him inspiration.

You've been stuck on the same problem for what feels like twenty minutes when you hear Luke sharply inhale. You glance up at him, watching him read through something that's clearly caught his attention. You can't help but grin at his look of concentration and then his expression falls and your heart suddenly aches.

Luke glances up and you gulp. "What's this?"

"What's what?"

He glances back down at the journal in his hands before looking at you once more. "Something titled Train Wreck. It looks like a completed song."

Your expression completely goes lax then. "Oh. That's, uh, I wrote that a while back when my mom and dad were going through their divorce." You close the math book in your lap and hesitantly meet Luke's gaze. "That was not a fun time for all involved. My mind was kind of.. messed up back then."

Luke gulps. "I don't want to seem inconsiderate of what clearly was a dark time for you, but this- this is really good, Y/N. Do you have a melody for it?"

You huff a laugh, shaking your head in fond amusement. Only Luke would be this invested in a song. "I do. I think it's on the laptop in a password protected file.."

His eyes light up. "Can I hear it? You don't have to, I just-"

"It's fine." You get up, heading over to the laptop and powering it up to find what you need. After a bit of searching, you find it and open it up. Letting the melody play, you look up at Luke. "I won't sing the whole thing, but I'll sing a portion of it."

He eagerly nods. "I'll take anything."

You smile at him, nervously taking a seat on a crate in the middle of the room. He finds another crate and places it close to you, wanting to be as close as possible. You close your eyes, smiling, and let the melody wash over you as the lyrics come back to you in a flash. Your heart beat is beating double, but you inhale deeply and let it out slowly.

Losing yourself to the music, you mouth the lyrics to yourself until letting your voice ring out. "Underneath our bad blood, we've still got a sanctum. Home, still a home, still a home here. It's not too late to build it back 'cause a one in a million chance is still a chance, still a chance and I would take those odds."

You open your eyes, chest aching as all those feelings from so long ago come rushing back and make your voice just that much stronger. "Unbreak the broken, unsay these spoken words. Find hope in the hopeless, pull me out of the train wreck." Luke grabs your hand and you squeeze it for all your worth as you keep looking forward. "Unburn the ashes, unchain the reactions now. I'm not ready to die, not yet. Pull me out of the train wreck. Pull me out, pull me out, pull me out."

You meet Luke's gaze then, a little surprised to see his eyes red rimmed and teary through your own blurry vision. "You can say what you like, don't say I wouldn't die for it. I'm down on my knees and I need you to be my God, be my help, be a Savior who can-"

Your voice cracks on the next word and Luke tugs on your hand, pulling you into a hug. A sob escapes your throat as you cling to Luke, but you quickly stifle it against his shoulder. As the melody plays out, you press your forehead to his shoulder before pushing back and sniffling. "I, uh, I'm sorry about that. Everything came rushing back and I-"

"Don't apologize." Luke catches your face in the palm of his hands, thumbs brushing away your tears before his lips press against your forehead. The action is so soft that your expression crumples momentarily, but you quickly mask it when Luke pulls back to catch your gaze. "That was amazing, Y/N! So amazing. And I'm sorry it brought up bad memories, but.. wow."

You huff a laugh, pulling back so you aren't hunched over. Luke, however, refuses to stop touching you and catches your hands within his own. "I should have guessed you'd be easily impressed."

"For you? Always."

You shake your head, grinning. "You're so freakin' cheesy, Luke Patterson."

He chuckles and again you're hit with a sudden boost of confidence that you lean forward, one hand finding the back of his neck so you can bring him to meet you halfway in a kiss. He smiles against your mouth, but the smile quickly falls the second you tilt your head to deepen the kiss. Unfortunately, just as the tip of your tongue flicks against his bottom lip, you're interrupted.

"Can we come in now?" Reggie's voice rings out. "I really wanna give Y/N a hug after hearing that song."

"Reggie!" Julie scolds.

You and Luke pull apart laughing. You both straighten up and look towards the door just in time to see Reggie rubbing at the back of his head as he walks in with Alex and Julie behind him. Hand in hand, you and Luke stand up and chuckle at Reggie's put out expression.

Had you known that having a soulmate felt exactly as you feel right now, you would have known something was definitely up back home with Jerry. And though you will always hate your ex for tricking you the way he did, there's an ounce of gratefulness for the misery he put you through because had he not then you wouldn't have moved and met your true soulmate.

#julie and the phantoms imagine #julie and the phantoms x reader #jatp x reader #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson #julie molina #reggie peters #alex mercer

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Cult Girl: Doctorate (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 9

Fun fact: when I was like eight I got an ultrasound done on my chest because of some non-descript heart anomaly. Got to miss a day of school and everything.

Anyway, on the day of cult girl’s twenty week anatomy scan, Hannibal has second thoughts about putting the baby up for adoption.

@wisesandwichshark

Trigger warnings: pregnancy and lactation, medical examination

It was a small victory, but a much-needed one.

You kept in close touch with Max and Archie over the next few, crucial weeks. Before you knew it, your first trimester ended. You tried your best to push all worries about your rapidly changing body aside, in favor of your studies. To a point, it worked. You cranked out a few research papers and kept up on your reading, but not as efficiently as you may have wanted. Your body was operating at 100% all the time and you felt like an overheated laptop with the fan running at top speed.

The morning of your twenty-week checkup arrived far quicker than you hoped. You were noticeably pregnant, having put on a good ten extra pounds to support your passenger.

Your phone alarm sounded, telling you to greet the day. You'd been in and out of an uncomfortable state of half-consciousness all night.

"Good morning, my goddess." Hannibal cooed in his admittedly very sexy morning voice. He turned on his side and faced you.

Seeing him with bedhead was definitely the best part of waking up. But the delight quickly faded when you tried to turn on your side and realized you couldn't. You plopped back onto your back, seriously considering if any amount of money was worth this.

"Don't patronize me." You pouted, folding your arms.

"Patronize you?" He chuckled, pulling you into him. "Now why on earth would I do that?"

He cupped your head in his hand and stroked your cheek. "The most divine woman in the world is carrying my baby."

Before you could say anything, he brought his lips to yours. His other hand ran down your body, tracing the outline of your firm, round belly.

"And what an honor-" He whispered, weaving his fingers through your hair. "To have Venus herself descend from Olympia to carry my child."

You didn't want to unpack what he was saying. All you knew was you liked it. Your aches seemed to melt away under his touch and your worries dissipated with every word.

"My breasts are so swollen and heavy." You complained. "And they ache so much."

"Is that so?" Hannibal smiled hungrily and propped himself up on his elbows above you. "Well, what is to be done about that, Mrs. Lecter?"

You unbuttoned your pajama shirt, revealing your significantly larger breasts. You blushed and instinctively covered yourself.

Hannibal chuckled and effortlessly pulled your hands off your chest. He lowered his face to where your neck meets your shoulder and took a deep breath in. A pair of warm, gentle hands cupped your breasts.

"You're starting to produce." He observed, a little smile creeping on his face.

Before you could really register what he meant by that, his thumb began to stimulate your swollen nipple. A small drop of milk leaked out, dampening his finger. All you could do was turn red and whimper in embarrassment.

He brought his finger to his lips and tasted it.

"It's a bit thin, but my goodness, it's sweet." He said, as nonchalantly as if he were sampling ice cream.

"Only the best for our baby." You said.

That caught him off guard in the best way. Whether you were playing along or feeling genuinely maternal, he didn't care. He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to gratify his crippling desire to feel like a father.

"Fuck, [F/N]." He cursed, looking at your protruding belly with awe. Not awe, but worship.

He cleared his throat, chasing away any strong emotions he may have let reveal themselves. "Never mind. Let's get ready to go to the doctor."

You swung your legs over the bed. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing, my darling." Hannibal said, lying professionally. "Everything is wonderful."

You push yourself to your feet and follow him into the bathroom. "Hannibal, please."

He turned around and leaned against the sink. "It's nothing that concerns you, love. Don't worry about it."

You folded your arms. "You don’t need to be a doctoral candidate to recognize deflection."

"So you don't." Hannibal said. "Darling, please understand that I have your best interests at heart. Even if it is at the expense of my desires."

"I see what this is." You nodded. "You want to keep the baby, don't you?"

"I didn't know how much I wanted a child until now." He admitted.

"But you know the emotional and physical toll it'll take on me." You finished.

"I don't know, actually." He corrected, face contorting with frustration. "Thus the basis of my hesitation. There are so many facets of life that can be molded to one's liking, but parenting-"

"I get it." You sighed. "So many things could go wrong, or right, and either way it would throw me off track."

"If I could relieve you of all of the burden of parenting this child, allowing you to step away and finish your schooling unfettered with domestic duties, I would." He said. "But if we're being honest, it's not like you would let me."

"Ruth Bader Ginsburg studied law at Harvard while taking care of a baby." You offered. "And her sick husband."

"I have no doubts in my mind that it is possible, nor that you're capable, darling." He assured you. "But I would never forgive myself if I let you burn yourself out before you even get a chance to take off."

"Okay, look." You took a deep breath. "Let's see what the obstetrician says, assess the risks, weigh the pros and cons and talk to Max and Archie. We will figure this out."

You were counting on the assumption that going for your twenty-week checkup would scare you out of any desires to keep the baby. They often did. The more time you spent with an ultrasound wand in your vagina, the more you became convinced that you'd become implanted with an alien parasite determined to destroy you from the inside.

"Good morning, Dr. And Mrs. Lecter." The obstetrician greeted you as she always did. You hadn't bothered to correct her to save yourself an awkward conversation. "Here for our twenty-week ultrasound, are we?"

"No, I'm here for the taco truck in the parking lot." You said, half-jokingly. The other half was thinking about tacos. "I just thought I'd lay down on this surgical table for fun."

"Good to see you're still hanging on to your sense of humor, [F/N]." She smirked. "Should we take a look under the hood?"

You fought the overwhelming urge to smack your belly like a car salesmen and say "this bad boy can fit so many fetuses in it". But given that there was only one fetus, that would be inaccurate.

The doctor emptied a tube of extra-freezing gel onto your stomach and readied the ultrasound wand. "Have you been feeling any kicks, Mrs. Lecter?"

You shrugged. "Maybe? I wouldn't know what that would feel like so I don't know."

She smiled warmly. "Trust me, you'll know. But don't worry about it. First pregnancies tend to take their time. When you have your next children, it will happen much faster."

"I think you mean," Hannibal said, voice hardening. "If she decides to have more children. Let's not be presumptuous."

The doctor noticed her mistake. "My apologies, Mrs. Lecter. I didn't mean to assume."

You kept your eyes on Hannibal, too afraid to look at the screen as the doctor searched around for a clear image.

“Oh my goodness, here it is!” She exclaimed with an ear-to-ear grin.

It took you a minute to make out exactly what she was pointing to. It looked more like a fucked-up Rorschach test than anything resembling a person. You didn't want to say it out loud, but she sensed your confusion.

"This big round part is the head." She said, pointing to the opposite end of the screen. "There's its spine, and there are its little hands and feet."

It hit you all at once. There was a person growing inside of you. And it had limbs, bones and a brain. You finally had the answer to the question "how did something come from nothing". It was right there in front of you.

"Wow." You said, dumbfounded. "My body made that?"

"Amazing, isn't it?" The doctor smiled, clearly still as enamored with her job as she was on day one.

"And it made that without my brain even thinking about it." You continued, trying not to go into a ramble. "That's actually pretty insane."

"I told you that you're a goddess." Hannibal whispered into your ear. "My divine feminine."

"Would you like to know the sex?" She asked.

“Sure.” You said, without really thinking about it. You looked back at Hannibal, who seemed pretty indifferent too.

“Congratulations, you’re having a girl.”

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just-another-muddafucka · 3 years

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unwanted visitor*

pairing: max cady x fem!reader

summary: a good deed turns out to be the worst choice you could possibly make... maybe.

warnings: explicit language, slight dub con, fingering, choking, face slapping, predatory vibes, huuggeee age gap (but reader is of legal age), daddy kink

When the last bell of the day rang, you were more than happy to pack your books into your bag and hurriedly get out from behind your desk. All of your frustrations washed away the minute the final bell rang throughout the school. You walked with a pep in your step down the hall and to the left where your locker was. Quickly putting in your combination, you unlocked the metal barrier and shoved your history textbook inside and huffed as you fixed your lopsided headband that kept your hairs away from your face.

“Y/N!” You heard your friends squeal your name as they ran to you, all laughing and talking at the same time.

“If you’re gonna ask me to go to the mall again, the answer is gonna be no,” you giggled and held your binder to your chest as you shut your locker and made sure to rearrange the numbers. “My parents are coming home tomorrow and I have to clean up and stuff.”

“And stuff? What’re you gonna do? Rub one out the last night you’re alone?” Alana, the loud and dirty one of the group, questioned you and made an obscene gesture with her fist and mouth.

You shoved her and covered your blushing face with your binder as your friends giggled around you. You rolled your eyes at her filthy antics and walked in between them. “I’ll let you guys know though, okay? I have studying to do and food shopping.”

“Oh, let me know when you go food shopping. I need to get more snacks,” Beverly, the insanely smart and talkative one of the group, told you as she fixed her glasses on her nose. “I ate too much of everything again and my parents are gonna freak when they see how empty the cabinets are. Especially my dads secret stash. No wonder he keeps a lock and key.”

You and Alana shared a look and laughed. Alana wrapped an arm around Beverly’s shoulders as you three made your way out of the school. There was still a bustle of students here and there - some waiting for the bus, some waiting for their parents, others just loitering. Alana and Beverly were chatting amongst themselves, and judging from the way Bev was sucking her teeth annoyingly, Alana was probably saying something dirty or poking fun. You were in your own head as your eyes scanned your surroundings.

They suddenly landed on a beautiful red mustang parked across the street. The man in the driver’s seat was significantly older than you. You weren’t sure if he was a parent or a teacher, but his eyes never left yours the minute you spotted him. A nudge to your arm brought you back down to earth and you quickly turned your head to focus on your two friends.

“We’re gonna head to the arcade. Danny’s supposed to meet us there. You sure you don’t wanna come?” Bev asked you, furrowing her eyebrows and biting down on her bottom lip with her brace covered teeth.

“I’m sure,” you smiles and fixed the straps of your bag and held your binder tighter to your chest as you took a few steps back. “I’ll see you guys Monday!”

They both bid you a goodbye and went around the school to where the football field was to cut a shortcut. You trotted down the steps and began to make your way home which was just a 10 minute walk, 6 minutes tops if you ran. But do you really wanna run in a skirt? You shook your head to yourself and giggled softly. The air was so fresh and clean. It rained last night and today was a beautiful morning. The smell of grass and flowers overwhelmed your senses as the birds chirped around you.

“Excuse me, young lady,” you heard a gentle southern voice call at you from beside.

You gasped and looked to the side and saw the man you had seen before. He rests one elbow on the the drivers side window as the other rests on the steering wheel. He was wearing a sailor’s hat and had a Hawaiian shirt on, only the top three buttons undone, showcasing a hairy and well built chest with tattoos. He had some on his arms as well and it gave you butterflies. He lowered his sunglasses just a smidge and gave you a charming smile. Up close, he looked so handsome and rugged.

“I sincerely apologize for startling you,” he told you. “Do you, by any chance, know where Collins Avenue is? I’m afraid I don’t have a map and I have a doctor’s appointment.” He seemed so friendly. It made you feel at ease. You stepped closer to the car and looked down the street, missing the way his eyes roamed you up and down.

“You’re gonna go down that street here. And then when you’re about to pass that yellow house, you’re gonna make a right. And then there’s gonna be a blue house at the corner, then you’re gonna wanna make a left and then keep going straight!” You told the directions and gave him a bashful smile, hugging your binder closer to your chest again. “Do you get it, mister?”

“I’m afraid I don’t, darlin,” he huffed and licked his lips, sucking his teeth and tapping his thump against the steering wheel.

“Well, I can draw it out for you if you’d like? I know this neighborhood like the back of my hand,” you giggled quietly, making the man smirk as he bit his lip.

“Would you like to take a seat inside so you’re more comfortable?” He offered and unlocked the doors of his car.

“I’m not allowed to get into cars with strangers, mister,” you told him softly, nervously biting your lip.

“Well look at how smart you are!” He praised you, causing your cheeks to blush pink. He didn’t miss that and grinned wolfishly. “My name is Max Cady. And you are?”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you told him, taking a small step towards the car when he outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hand was so much bigger than yours, fingers long and veins protruding on his hand and arm. You swallowed down a whimper at the touch.

“See, now we ain’t strangers anymore,” he winked at you, laughing quietly as you looked down. “I promise you, I’m a respectful man and you seem like a lovely lil lady.” He fingers tapped against his thigh as his knee started to bob, a sign of impatience. But he needed to get you to trust him. He needed to simply wait it out until it was the right time. When your hand touched the handle, something inside of him jumped for joy. “There we go!”

You opened your binder and turned to a clean sheet of paper, pulling out a pencil from its pocket and beginning to draw an outline of where Max needed to go. You can feel his eyes on you as you neatly scribbled down street signs and little squares as houses. His scent suddenly filled your senses. The cologne he was wearing smelled so intoxicating. You wanted to bury your nose in his neck to keep that scent around you. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together under your binder, hoping he didn’t realize your squirming. Oh, but he did. His eyes trailed down to look at the exposed skin hidden under your pink checkered skirt, your white thigh highs fitting so snug around you. It looked so soft and supple. He needed to squeeze your flesh and sink his teeth into them to leave his mark. He suddenly wonders if you bruise easily.

“So, you go to this school here?” Max asks you, wanting to make small talk to keep you longer. “I hear it’s the last month before summer.”

“Yes, I do! It’s my last year too, and then I go to college,” you beamed with excitement and he almost found it adorable. “I can’t wait. It’s gonna be so exciting.”

“No kiddin’. What’re you studying?” He licked his lips and looked at your neck and collarbones, suddenly wondering what you’d taste like if he trailed his tounge across. How long would he have to choke you to make you pass out?

“English! I wanna be a writer,” you gave him a shy smile, watching as his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled back at you. Man, was he handsome. “I never asked where you’re from, Max. I recognized your accent.”

“Oh, just a lil town up in Georgia,” he shrugged. “Nothin’ too special, I guess.”

“Georgia? I heard they have great peaches up there. I always wanted to go to a peach farm,” you pouted.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” His voice dropped down to a low baritone hum as he moved closer to you, the heat of just him engulfing you like flames. His breath tickled your ear. “They ain’t that good.”

You burst into a fit of giggles and covered your mouth with your palm. Max chuckles to himself and elbows you lightly. Your skin was soft. His hands twitched as he moved back to his spot. And what perfume were you wearing? It smelled like strawberries and rose water.

“Um, here you go, sir - Max!” You handed him the paper and closed your binder after putting your pencil away. “If you just follow those directions, you’d be out on the main street and then the doctor’s office should be around there. I promise, you won’t get lost.”

“Well, since you’ve been such a lovely samaritan, I do believe you deserve a reward,” he tells you and reaches over to open the glove compartment, the back of his hand briefly touching your knees as he rifles around and pulls out a heart shaped lollipop. “Somethin’ sweet for a sweet peach.”

You blushed and took the lollipop with a soft thank you, sir. You unwrapped it and popped it into your mouth, immediately letting out a soft moan, not even realizing it as you suckle and lick. Max never once took his eyes off you. His face changed into one of seriousness. He need to have you. And if he couldn’t right now, he’d find a way. When you went to look at him, he immediately gave you that charming smile of his.

“How about I take you home? You’ve been so good to me and I would just feel so bad letting you walk alone out here,” he told you and laid a large hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing up and down as he looked into your eyes. Almost hypnotized, you nodded. “Where do you live, peach?”

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When Max stopped in front of your house, he took notice of the absence of cars in the driveway. You turned in your seat and gave him a blushing smile. He rests his arm on the seats behind him and spreads his thighs comfortably. He doesn’t miss the way your eyes look down before quickly looking into his again.

“Thank you for the ride, Max. I do hope you get to the doctors office safely,” you told him gently, leaning over the console to give his stubbly cheek a kiss, once more smelling that cologne.

“Pleasure’s all mine, peach,” he grins and tips his hat to you like a gentleman, savoring the little giggles that escape your red tinted lips that was from the lollipop.

He watches as you exit the car, waving back at you as you walk up the long walkway that leads to the steps. When you reach the top, you unlock the door, turning back once more to wave at Max. He gives you a wink as you shut the door. His smile drops from his face at an instant as he puts his car into drive and parks a few houses down. All he has to do is wait now.

When you get inside the house, you drop your bag down with a sigh and envelope the silence that fills up every room. You hated silence with such a passion. It was so quiet, yet so loud at the same damn time. You needed excitement and wonder and boisterous adventures. You trudged up the carpet steps and enter your lonely room. Tugging off your shoes, you neatly put them back in the empty space under your bed, pushing them back just a tad so your bedsheets cover them. You remove your headband and run your fingers through your hair. You sat down on the edge of your bed with a sigh. Coming home to an empty house was the worst feeling you ever felt.

“I need a dog,” you mumbled to yourself and walked over to the radio that sat on your windowsill, sliding in your favorite tape of Queen and smiling happily again when Somebody To Love came on. You hummed along to the lyrics and began to pick up any dirty laundry lying around. You had to make sure the bathroom was in tact as well before your parents came home. You made a mental list in your head of things you needed to do as you left your room and entered the small laundry room just beside yours. You loaded the washer, poured in a small cup of detergent, and turned the novel so that it would start rotating the clothes around.

You walked down the steps and entered the guest bathroom that was adjacent to the back door. You put your handle on the knob and turned it to make sure it was still locked before you left for school and after you came home. Just as you walked down the hallway to check the front door, the familiar Hawaiian shirt caught you off guard in your kitchen. You gasped and pressed your back against the walk beside the steps. Max Cady was standing in your kitchen eating an apple from your bowl of fruits.

“You should learn how to lock your doors, honey,” he tells you, taking another bite out of the apple as he motions with his hand around. “I mean, anybody can just walk in.”

“Wha-What’re you doing here, sir?” You whispered helplessly, feeling as thought you’re about to collapse just from how fast your heart is beating. “My parents will be home a-any minute, you need to go.”

“The calendar says otherwise,” he tells you condescendingly and steps in front of said calendar. He points to a circled date that was tomorrow and reads aloud, “Mom and dad come back.” He turns back to you, seeing the evident fear in your ears and the tremble in your body. “Now, why on earth would you go and lie about somethin’ like that? Your parents taught you about strangers, but I guess they ain’t teachin’ you about lying.”

A small tear rolls down your cheek as you try to muster up a response, but all that comes out is a feeble, “Please.”

Max sets the apple down on the countertop and begins to stalk towards you just as you make a mad dash for the front door. You swing it open just when his strong arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the ground and throwing you back down behind him, causing you to scream and fall on your hands and knees. He slams the door and chases you up the stairs as you helplessly crawl. You sobbed and fought at his rough hands as they grab your arms to slam you against the wall, making one of the picture frams fall onto the ground. You cried and clawed at his skin, trying to smack his face to catch him off guard.

“Get over here,” he growls and enters your room, throwing you onto the bed and slamming the door shut with his foot. “I do believe you need to learn some manners.”

You cried and hiccuped as you hugged your knees to your chest, desperately holding onto them as grabbed onto your pillows as well. You watched with tear filled eyes as Max turns off your radio. He gets on his knees on your bed. You helplessly shake your head and cried out when he grabbed your ankles and dragged you down onto your back, causing your sheets to come undone and your stuffed animals to become disheveled.

“Please don’t kill me,” you whimpered and closed your eyes tight, feeling his nose against your damp cheek as he chuckles in your ear.

“Kill you? Oh honey, I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he tells you, his southern drawl becoming thicker. He sits up straight, looking down your body and at how your thighs are trembling, your skirt pooled around your hips to show your tight gray panties. “Look at what we got here.”

You hiccuped and fearfully opened your eyes to see him staring down between your thighs with such hunger. You go to close them, but he smacks your thigh with such force that it makes you cry out. You rub at that sensitive and pained flesh, suddenly wishing that you never interacted with the man. He grabs your blouse and rips it apart, your buttons flying everywhere. You hear some clatter onto the ground as you lay helpless under him.

“I don’t want to hurt your pretty lil self, so how about you just cooperate, hm?” Max sternly tells you, pointing a finger down at you as if scolding a child. When you let out a small, “okay,” he nods in approval. “Now, have you ever been touched by a man?” You shake your head no. “You ever been touched by a woman?” You shook your head no. “You ever touch yourself?” You shook your head no once again. He laughs to himself and rubs a hand down his jaw. “You shittin’ me?”

“No sir,” you weakly whisper. “I’ve been saving myself.” You jump from his boisterous laugh. “What?”

“Well, I never thought of you to be such a holy girl.” His fingers gripped your thighs and he groaned as he saw the flesh turn white before pink. “Sweet, little innocent thing, hm?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered, your thighs trembling as his fingers moved further down until they stopped at the rim of your panties. “W-What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Well, I wanna choke the life out of you and destroy every inch of this body of yours, but I’m a gentleman,” he grins and tips his hat before putting it to the side. “I like you, Y/N, and I think we’re gonna get along just nicely.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife, sliding the blade under the fabric of your panties and lifting up in quick succession as he rips the fabric out from under you. He whistles and licks his lips as he first sees your bare cunt.

“Freshly shaved, just how I like ‘em,” he grins and rubs his fingers against the lips of your private parts. You jumped from the foreign feeling and gasped, thighs trembling to fall shut as he applies pressure to the swelling button hidden beneath your lips. “Thatta girl. Just let daddy do what’s best for you, hm?” He forces your thighs further apart and notices a small string of arousal sliding out of your tight hole. “What do we have here?”

You’re nervously panting as you play with the locket around your neck. Max slides his fingers to scoop up slme of your slick and shows it off to you with a filthy smile, spreading his fingers lewdly to show you the strings of arousal that look like saliva.

“I-I don’t know what that is,” you softly tell him. “And I don’t want to know. So can you please leave me alone, sir.” More tears filled your eyes as he laughed at your pathetic attempt.

“Darlin’, we’re just getting started,” he tells you and suddenly roughly shoves in his middle and ring fingers inside your tight cunt, laughing maniacally at the way you scream out from the painful intrusion. “That’s what I like to hear!”

You try to shut your thighs, but his large body and his arm between your legs stop you from doing so. He reaches over and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing and forcing you further down ontk the bed. You cough and grab onto his forearm, digging your nails into his tattooed and hairy skin. You kick your feet out as he begins to move his fingers in and out of you in quick succession. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to distract yourself. But every single one of your thoughts are violated by Max. He squeezes your throat much harder than the last, relishing your weak gasps for air and the wet sloshing of his fingers inside your virgin pussy.

“You think I didn’t notice those little fuck me eyes looking at me inside the car?” He crooned. He removed his hand from your throat, watching with a hungry expression when you weakly gasp for air, your eyes dazy and unfocused. He slaps your cheek condescendingly, loving the small whimpers that leave your lips as he does so. “You wanted me from the start, little peach.” He leans over with a hand planted in the side of your head. You look up at him, thighs trembling even more as he speeds up his fingers, the tips prodding at this sensitive part inside of you that forces more slick to pour out.

“Mmhmmm,” you whimpered softly and threw your head back as your toes curled in your thigh highs. This feeling was so foreign, yet it felt so good. Max knew what he was doing, and yet you didn’t want him to stop. “Please... daddy.”

“That’s my girl,” he grins, crooking his fingers and moving his wrist upward as he ferociously begins to finger fuck you. You gasped and reached down to grab his forearm, but he shakes his head and laughs at your weak attempt.

“Oh G-God!” You squealed, eyebrows furrowing and cheeks burning up as the churning in your stomach envelopes into something bigger and stronger. “I-I feel... I feel... uuhhnnggh.”

“Let it happen,” he growls, slapping you in the face just as you squirt all over his hand and forearm, your juices spilling out onto your bedsheets and his pants. “Look at that!” He laughs as you try to catch your breath.

“Wha-What just happened, Max?” You whispered, feeling so dirty from letting an older man - a stranger - touch you so inappropriately, and you liking it.

“Oh honey, that ain’t nothin’,” he draws out and begins to unbuckle his belt. “We’re just getting started.”

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sapphireginger · 8 months

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Title: Peter & the Sunflower: Chapter #5 | 1901 - Late Spring, Neverland

Summary:

Kate subtly smirked and flicked her gaze at Pan. “Him.” Peter stilled and started to turn but Pan knew with heartbreaking certainty that Peter would blame him even though Kate came at him. So, he slipped out of view and by the time Peter turned fully, Pan was gone. Once more, he sought out refuge in the Never Oak and spent a few days visiting with the Maidens of Poseidon. He couldn’t face Peter yet. The serpent temptress, the deadly and evil seductress, had a silver tongue, using it to lash out and smugly manipulating the Never Boy so completely that Pan didn’t know if he possessed any hope that he would beat her.

Prompt: Jealousy

Warnings:

Attempted Rape/Non-Con Non-Con Touching Knife Wound Injuries Mild Blood Evil Kate Argent

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Steter [Stiles Stilinski + Peter Hale]

Word Count: 3,920

@mfbingo

1901 — Late Spring, Neverland

As the sun shone down upon them, Pan gently settled on Peter’s shoulder. They were going on a walk today because the Never Boy had told the Sióg he wanted him to meet someone.

“Who are we meeting?” Pan asked.

Peter smiled. “You’ll see.”

Pan was a little nervous but perhaps this was something like the Maids of Poseidon, the Fauna of Artemis, the Flora of Antheia, the Domhan & Dúlra of Áine or any of a number of beings Pan had gotten to know and bond with because of Peter. He had met mermaids, various shifters, sprites, nymphs, dryads and so many more. Neverland was a beautiful place and Pan was so amazed that he got to call it home.

He grinned and curled against the Never Boy’s cheek, his fingers brushing Peter’s curls absentmindedly and his wings tickling the Never Boy’s neck.

Suddenly, they came to a gap in the trees and all thoughts of warm fuzziness faded when Pan heard—

“Peeety!!” a voice called out from up ahead. “Over here sweetie!!”

Pan instantly stiffened. “Peter?” he whispered, warning bells going off in his head, but Peter didn’t even hesitate in his strides as he stepped towards the clearing, towards the voice that made Pan’s body freeze, chills flooding through his veins. Something wasn’t right about this, Pan knew that with absolute certainty and his magic was buzzing insistently, prepared for danger. Why would Peter bring him to meet someone who would set off his magic like this? Still, he trusted Peter, right? So, he wouldn’t leave just yet. Perhaps there was another explanation.

A woman with blonde hair, a sickly golden hue, blue eyes cold as ice and a sharp smile like a predator, waved at Peter as they got closer. “I missed you, baby!”

‘ Seriously? Was she for real? ’ Pan thought to himself but noticed the pink hue of Peter’s cheeks at the sight of her. The sight of that blush was painful, and a sick feeling bubbled in Pan’s stomach. He didn’t like this woman whoever she was, especially when she was able to make him smile like Pan did. Perhaps it was selfish, but Pan wanted to be the only one to make Peter smile like that. Pan was sure that if his cheeks could turn green with envy or jealousy they would.

“I missed you too,” Peter said, a light blush on his cheeks.

Pan’s insides turned to ice, his stomach clenched and his heart broke. He had to bite his lip to keep from crying out as he trembled. He had to get away from here, away from her , immediately.

The Sióg didn’t feel well and silently lifted from Peter’s shoulder. He quickly hid from the stranger’s sight, grateful that she hadn’t seen him. Peter had been planning to introduce Pan to someone and he’d been excited to meet this someone because he’d loved all the beings Peter had introduced him to so far but if Pan had known they were human, had known they were an Argent of all people, he would never have come.

He felt so foolish, so naive for believing there was a chance with Peter, and he felt like a new hatchling once more, hating that he missed the clear scent of ash, smoke and flame upon Peter’s clothes every time he went on one of his errands as he called them. That scent was a cloak worn by every being with a drop of Argent blood in them, a scent so ingrained within their very DNA that Pan had no doubt they would bleed black if one were to slice open their skin.

Pan had no idea how Peter was so completely blind to who this woman was, to this woman’s identity. She was a hunter, a huntress, one that belonged to the oldest and darkest branch of hunters to ever live, and Pan had trusted Peter. The Never Boy knew the Sióg’s story and for Peter to bring him to meet this murderer was a betrayal of the worst kind, whether or not Peter knew who she was. For the Never Boy’s sake, Pan hoped he didn’t know because if he did, there was no telling what the goddess would do.

He was able to keep the tears at bay until they kissed and then he had to speed even further away before the sound of snare drums beating could alert them to his presence.

Back at the house in the tree, their house, Pan quickly grabbed a few things and vanished from the dwelling. It wasn’t safe anymore and well Peter might want his bed for his girly girl. Like hell was the Sióg going to stay there and deal with that.

Then again, he froze at the base of the tree, how would he live with himself if the Argent bitch killed the one that he loved? Pan shook his head, tears of frustration forming in his eyes. No. He couldn’t leave Peter. So, he wouldn’t leave. When Peter came back, Pan would be there and yet he’d be different. He would be full sized and have used his magic to cloak his supernatural features.

Instead of being the height of a mouse on its hind legs with obsidian and ruby wings, chocolate curls and amber eyes along with sparkles in his hair, Pan was now Peter’s height, with chestnut brown hair, no wings and his eyes took on a darker amber shade to be almost melted whiskey colored. He also put on a spare pair of pants that belonged to Peter and a tunic top with a loose belt. Hopefully he could maintain this disguise, this mask of protection until the Argent left. “Goddess be with me, this I plead,” he whispered, sensing that both Peter and the Argent were on their way.

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Peter returned to his home with Kate in tow, not expecting Pan to still be there but he didn’t say anything about it. After a week had passed things grew tense in the house that had once been home to Peter and Pan but now felt as though one of them didn’t belong and Pan knew that that one of them was him.

Still, he didn’t leave. His dreams shifted to nightmares, flashes of sickly blonde hair and icy eyes full of hate combined with nails sharp as daggers filled his mind. Pan knew true evil was seeping into Neverland but even worse, even more heartbreaking was the deception and manipulation of evil that Peter fell into bed with every night.

Things got worse when Peter left on his weekly patrol of Neverland. Kate approached Pan and began needling at him, determined to break him. She knew there was something more to him, her hunter instincts on high alert but no matter what she did, the boy didn’t give an inch, didn’t break. She tried kissing him, attacking him, tricking him, seducing him and finally resorted to attempting to rape him as a last resort.

“Have you ever known the touch of a woman?” Kate purred seductively, but it just made Pan sick. He didn’t give her any reply. Kate tilted her head consideringly. “Hm. Oh, have you ever known the touch of a man?”

Pan blushed lightly and averted his gaze. He of course hadn’t known such pleasure, but he had fantasized about it. After all, Peter was his maité and he really was beautiful. There was of course the whole courting ritual that had to be completed, little traditions he wanted to keep, that he had often pictured his own parents doing, but Pan loved to think about those things just as much as he thought about Peter's looks. However, there was so much more to being a maité and Pan didn't just love how Peter looked . Pan loved how Peter smiled , how he laughed , how he had nursed Pan back to health and how he had saved his life. The soft smile that formed on Pan's face at all of the memories couldn't have been helped. He averted his gaze further from Kate and blushed from the tip of his scrunched up nose to the tip of his toes.

Kate smirked and laughed, misinterpreting his reaction somewhat and seeing fit to tease him. “I see. You haven’t but you want to, don't you?" she purred.

"I—" Pan flinched a little and glanced at Kate, confused by her words and actions. "What?" His stomach churned as he began to sense they were both viewing this a little differently. Sure, Pan had considered mating and what all it would entail, especially with Peter but he wouldn't do so all willy nilly. Mating was equal to love for him unlike others who saw it differently. Peter and Kate had been mating a lot from what Pan was able to scent, and it broke him a little more each time. He shook his head again and latched on tight to the feeling that overwhelmed him every time Peter smiled.

"You heard me just fine, sweetie. Now, shall I show you? You’ve got such pretty pink lips that are just begging to be bitten, begging to be kissed and a body that’s desperate to be ruined, that's desperate to be debauched.” She gripped his jaw, her nails digging into his pale flesh, and he had to fight down his magic, the instinct to protect himself so strong that he had to freeze to keep from lashing out at her. If Pan let his magic do what it wanted, Kate would know what he was and that would put everyone in Neverland in danger, especially Peter. Peter was so in love with this woman, however, that he would probably let her slit his throat and thank her for it. Pan squeezed his eyes shut and shook that thought away. Peter wasn't so blind really but—

He winced at the feeling of her nails digging into his chin even harder as she moved her mouth closer to his. Then she shifted to the side and whispered in his ear. “You might as well take what I’m offering, sweetie. After all, you can’t have him. He’s mine. However, I can’t help but pity you and I'm offering to rid you of that precious pesky cherry.”

“Ch-Cherry?” Pan parroted, bemused at the word.

“Awe. Such an innocent little boy you are,” Kate cooed, patting his cheek with faux sympathy and smiling mockingly at him. “It means I’m offering to take your virginity.”

Pan paled and shook his head vigorously. “No! You’re with Peter. Why would you even suggest that? I don’t like women like that!!” His cheeks were bright red, and he felt both dizzy and nauseous. “Let me go!”

Kate glared at him and shoved him to the ground, having had enough of playing nice. Her hand cupped his groin and as she straddled him, Pan started hyperventilating. He nearly reached for his magic but at the feeling of a cool blade against his throat, he slumped back. He couldn’t use his magic as it would reveal his status as a Sióg and put Peter in danger. So, instead, Pan froze in fear and something akin to resignation.

The only reason he managed to wrench himself away, managed to maintain his innocence as it were, was because Peter showed up right as Kate was fiddling with the waistband of his pants. His sudden appearance startled them both. Kate had a split lip and a bruise on her cheek from their fight but compared to Pan her injuries were minor. Pan himself had bruises all over his body, especially his wrists and throat, small cuts along his jaw from Kate’s nails, as well as a gash in his stomach and a gash on his head. Despite all of that, Peter didn’t notice, his eyes locked on Kate, and he demanded that she tell him who had harmed her.

Kate subtly smirked and flicked her gaze at Pan. “Him.”

Peter stilled and started to turn but Pan knew with heartbreaking certainty that Peter would blame him even though Kate came at him. So, he slipped out of view and by the time Peter turned fully, Pan was gone. Once more, he sought out refuge in the Never Oak and spent a few days visiting with the Maidens of Poseidon. He couldn’t face Peter yet. The serpent had a silver tongue, manipulating the Never Boy so completely that Pan didn’t know how he’d beat her.

Rhys, Nym and Mena tried to comfort him, taught him to swim and breathe underwater but the distraction only helped for so long. Soon enough, it was time to return but Pan’s resolve was hardened. He would wait and when Peter was alone, he would unmask Kate’s true identity.

His opportunity came much sooner than he expected but he was relieved. The sooner she was gone, the sooner things would be as they had been before.

The following morning, when Kate had to briefly step out for reasons that she offered only evasiveness to, Pan went to Peter. For all the distance that seemed between them now, Pan still loved Peter and he had to tell him, had to tell him who and what Kate was. He could only hope and pray to the goddess that Peter believed him.

However, at that point, Peter was frustrated and rageful. He had been feeling cockblocked, by someone who he thought was his friend. So, the Never Boy snapped at the Sióg and Pan froze in shock, unable to voice a single word, his heart cracking at the disdain in Peter’s voice. At that point, Pan realized he had lost his friend for good.

Still, Pan straightened his shoulders and met Peter’s furious, and hate filled eyes with fire in his own eyes. Peter might not have been in love with him, but Pan’s love wouldn’t fade. A maité once chosen was for life even if the chosen maité never reciprocated. So, despite the way Peter treated him, Pan shifted his focus to protecting Neverland as a whole instead of his heart being set on protecting Peter. If the Never Boy ended up the most protected even still, well that wasn’t for anyone but Panteleimon alone to know.

He left the house, ignoring the Never Boy’s persistent words and emotions, seeking refuge once more in the Never Oak until the sun set and he went to retrieve a few items, precious to him because they were either from his birthplace, had been gifted to him by Peter or had been gifted to him by the Maids of Poseidon.

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That night, while Pan retrieved his possessions, Peter and Kate went to bed together, and Pan quickly slipped out, hot tears spilling from his eyes to coat his cheeks. He couldn’t stay any longer, especially not after the venomous words Peter had spat at him. It seemed the snake, the serpent had well and truly slithered into their home and poisoned Peter against Pan, against his friend.

The moans of the two lovers echoed in Pan’s mind as he ran and suddenly, a stray thought hit him, a sense of deja vu as they called it. The stray thought led him to believe that he had experienced this before, but he shook it off and kept running. He ended up returning to his normal size, now once more no taller than a mouse on its hind legs. He needed to be quicker now, no longer needing his full size because he had only adapted to protect his Peter, the man he loved and to protect the knowledge of what he was.

However, he wondered if Peter had let that information slip to the serpent. He wouldn’t be surprised if he had. Perhaps stoking the fire and desire in a man’s manhood was the way to get him to divulge all his secrets. If that was the case, Pan wasn’t safe here anymore. He had considered leaving behind a note of some kind to explain his absence, but he didn’t. For one, he wasn’t sure if Peter would notice or care. Then there was Kate who might find it and destroy it which would mean it was pointless to even consider. Lastly, Pan had attempted to pen a note but ended up pricking his fingers and that meant the letter bore tiny stains of blood. That was fitting in a way since Pan felt like his heart was bleeding too. So, the letter was stashed in his things, hidden away from the one person he wished could, that he wished would, read it. With a shudder and a stifled cry of agony, he shoved those thoughts aside and continued his journey further and further away from the place that he had called home since the night Peter rescued him.

It was hard to see through his tears, his flight shaky, his wings dulling slightly with every throb of pain in his heart, but he pressed on, not stopping for anything and barely holding himself together as he flew to the one place that he swore he would never go.

✨ 🍃 🌻 🍃 ✨

He soon arrived at the far side of the island, returned to human size and knocked. His hands shook slightly as he waited for the inhabitant to answer. It was the one place in Neverland he swore he would never go but the island was his home. He supposed that he could leave if he truly wanted to, but Peter was here, and Pan loved him.

The door creaked open, and a man leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, crossing one ankle over the other and quirked an eyebrow at the boy. “Well, well well would you look at what we have here. A little Sióg.”

“Hello, Killian,” Pan whispered.

“Thought you said you’d never come to my side of things.”

Pan shrugged one shoulder. “Things change as do minds. I can find somewhere else if you’d prefer. Goddess knows any number of beings would let me stay with them but I just…” he trailed off.

The man’s expression softened. “Just what love?”

“They were all Peter’s friends first and you–y-you were the only one whom I befriended all on my own. So, I thought that—I mean but obviously I was—I’m sorry I’ll just—” He gestured over his shoulder and started to use his magic to return to his normal size but stopped when Killian spoke, the man’s voice the softest Pan had ever heard.

“None of that now. Come.” The pirate captain stepped aside and ushered the young boy inside his home. Then he pulled the door shut behind them and surveyed the boy’s demeanor, not liking how defeated he looked. Then, as he took stock of the boy’s injuries and the fear in his eyes, he felt rage unlike anything he’d felt before. Something had happened to upset the only being that the pirate could stand to be around, and Killian wouldn’t rest until he learned just what that something was.

While the pirate captain was lost in thought, trying to parse things out, Pan was taking stock of his body and state of mind. It was strange to Pan being human sized, but it just meant he wasn’t in the fantasy world, in the Sióg world right now. At least Killian knew what he was though at first Pan hadn’t trusted the man, but his magic and the goddess told him that if anyone could be trusted with such a sacred secret, it was Killian Jones.

Said man watched the Sióg with a calculating expression on his face. “What did he do?”

“What did who do?” Pan replied, feigning ignorance.

Killian sighed and crossed his arms once more. “What did Peter do?”

Pan froze for a moment and then shrugged, his shoulders slumping. “He fell in love, but it wasn’t with me.” The Sióg could see Killian had questions, but he didn’t press. For that, Pan was beyond grateful. He didn't want to talk about Peter or Kate or anything that had happened, not now and maybe not ever.

“Have ye eaten, kid?”

“No, sir.”

“Come along then.”

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Pan’s body broke out in a heavy sweat, his hands gripping the sheets, his head thrashing back and forth.

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“All you have to do is kill him, Peter. You’ll kill him for me. Won’t you?” “Why must I kill him?” “Because, sweetie. If you don’t kill him, he’ll kill you.” “What? Pan isn’t like that!” “Isn’t he? Where is he if he’s your best friend? If he cares so much and you’re so close, then why isn’t he here?” “I-I don’t know?” “I’ll bet he’s jealous that he doesn’t have all your attention now that you’re in love with me. He’s probably waiting to swoop in and take me out so he can have you for himself. It’s him or me, baby. Can’t you see that?” “Yes. I thought he—” “No sweetie. He’s a liar. He tricked you. That’s what creatures like him do.” “But he—” “Nope.” “Oh.” “I know it hurts sweetie but now you understand, and you’ll do this for me, won’t you?” “Yes.” “Yes what, baby?” “Yes, I’ll kill him for you. He won’t hurt you.” “Good boy.”

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The nightmare was the worst he ever had. Pan had only ever felt like that the night Peter saved him when he had almost died. His head whipped to the side again, a cry lodged in his throat.

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“We’re so close, Daddy. I can feel it!” “Good. Not long now. You remember your orders?” “Yes, Father.” “Recite.” “Find the boy. Get the boy alone. Manipulate the boy. Pretend to love the boy. Make the boy fall in love. Burn Neverland to ashes.” “Good. See that you don’t fuck this up or you’ll regret it until the day you die.” “I will make you proud, Daddy. I promise. We will dine on fae blood.”

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Pan bolted upright, and barely startled when the bedroom door was thrown open at Hook’s entrance. The air crackled with electricity as amber eyes flashed molten gold and locked with Hook’s own eyes.

Neverland was in danger. It was more than just Pan’s broken heart and friendship on the line. He wouldn’t let that woman carry out her orders. She would burn before any harm could come to Neverland or to Peter.

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Before going to face Kate, however, Pan needed to say goodbye. He stopped at what used to be his and Peter’s house, that had once been their home before Kate slithered in. Peter had his back to the door and was immersed in a book. The sight made Pan’s heart ache with want. He shook his head to dispel those thoughts. It was easy for Pan to slip some magic into Peter’s mind and lull him to sleep. He kissed Peter’s forehead, a couple tears hitting the Never Boy’s cheeks and then whispered. “I’m sorry, Peter. I—” He cleared his throat and let out a choked sob. “I love you.”

Then, he left, knowing that the fight with Kate would soon commence but he wasn’t worried, and he wasn't afraid. He was ready come whatever, come what may. After all, with Peter safely asleep for the fight’s duration and sealed in the house until the death blow, Pan wouldn’t be distracted or kept from ending her.

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Prompt "give me attention" for kidnap family?

"haha, im gonna take it easy with prompts this time around, only a few hundred words -" cue spongebob title card "2.3k words later"

seriously tho thank you for the prompt!! (and sorry about the wait!) i had fun working on this one bc well i love any chance to write about this lil family of murderers and tiny bois :') hope u enjoy!!

Prompt: "Give me attention."

“Nelyo.”

“Ne-”

Thump. Maedhros slammed his book shut. A puff of dust wheezed out from the crusty pages; Maglor could make out the swirl of particles flying about in the dim shafts of sunlight peeking into his brother’s study from windows that he was sure were clean at some point in their existence.

Said brother tossed a glare over to Maglor from the other side of his desk.

“You’re allowed to be here. Quietly.” Maedhros threw a pointed look towards the abandoned scroll in Maglor’s hands.

“But I’m so very lonely, Nelyo,” Maglor pouted, and dropped the scroll on the desk. The parchment rolled out towards Maedhros, whose face was fast approaching the same shade as his hair. “Besides, I’ve already taken care of all my correspondence for the day. Nothing much else to do, really, but seek out the company of my darling brother.”

“I’m older than you,” Maedhros grit out, rubbing his temple in terse little circles. Which one of them he was reminding Maglor couldn’t say.

“Only by a few years,” Maglor teased. He let the corners of his lip curl up - he was well aware this made him look like “a cat about to feast on the fattest saucer of milk it’s ever conned” according to his brother, and that was why he did it.

On top of that dusty old book, Maedhros’ fingers twitched. Got you.

“Come on, Nelyo,” he whined. “Give me attentiooon.”

Maedhros threw him a positively hateful look, but Maglor knew he wouldn’t throw him out just yet. By this point, Maglor liked to think he knew his brother well enough.

There were some things he didn’t, of course, and this was fine. When his brother would wake and traipse out to the courtyard in the dead of night, staring at the moon hungrily for hours and hours as if he would never glimpse its light amidst the pitch dark again; when one of the many elves around Amon Ereb would do something wrong - not when one of their craftsmen made the same excited little exclamation as Curvo used to, or hunters fletched their arrows just how Tyelko did, Maglor understood these, at least - but a request phrased too sweetly, an abrupt movement, a smile too wide, and Maedhros’ throat would tighten, his words clipped, before excusing himself to go lock himself in his room for an hour, or two, or three: these parts of his brother Maglor may never know.

But he knew much, or at least enough. A few months after they’d taken in the twins, Maglor had just finished mopping an explosion of jam on the dining floor and sweeping up the shards of what was once the hefty jar that contained it. He’d first gently let Elros know that if they wanted food, they need only ask; he’d then let him know that no, of course they wouldn’t cast him out for breaking the jam jar, with no small amount of tears or internal panic on either end of that conversation.

By the time Maglor slunk into Maedhros’ study that evening to go over reports from around the fortress, he was maybe a bit tired. When Maedhros told him to wait for just a few minutes while he wrapped something or other up, Maglor might’ve let slip a touch of petulance and no small amount of theatrics into his voice when he asked when his dear Nelyo could spare just a moment for his poor baby brother, simply wilting away from the neglect.

Maglor had frozen, fearful of what his second-most severe brother would have to say in response to - well, whining. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d let himself do so. Oh, he’d been quite the brat in Valinor, and used to be quite proud of that fact, thank you. Each and every one of his brothers’ last nerves practically had his name on it. But it seemed ever since they arrived here, it was as if they simply couldn’t afford the waste of time. Ribbing was a favored pastime of his in Aman, but Beleriand offered no such frivolities.

But living with the twins, putting on playful words and coaxing laughter from two young faces that Maglor couldn’t bear to see two seconds from breaking anymore, had apparently loosened his discipline.

He’d thought Maedhros would treat him to one of his signature frowns, barking at him that neither of them had time to make things any harder for each other, but instead he’d… laughed. Just the slightest huff of air, yes, but a laugh nonetheless. Maglor hadn’t heard his brother laugh since…

Well, if anything, he was honoring his cousin’s memory.

So Maglor experimented over the years, let a few more teases and whines slip into his day-to-day interactions with Maedhros. His brother had since mustered a valiant effort to act annoyed, but Maglor could still catch a muffled chuckle or smothered grin here and there.

So. All in all, he’s sure he knows his brother pretty well at this point, and Maedhros was not troubled (bad), just bothered (good).

Which, of course, meant they could continue to play; Maglor would show no mercy.

“Please? Please, please? Just a smidgen of tender love and care from my dearly beloved big brother?” Maglor asked, eyes wide and pleading, hands clasped in front of him as he leaned over the desk. His hair, inky black, spilled all over his scroll.

Maedhros’ nose twitched. His right ear flicked. Oh yes. He was close to a chuckle now, he could tell. His dearly beloved big brother stood no fucking chance.

“Oh dear Eru, let my brother pay attention to - MANWË’S TITS!” Maglor shrieked, springing up from his seat after spotting a dark shadow peeking through the window.

His brother whirled around. Quick as a viper, his hand darted out to grasp the hilt of his sword. Despite this, Maglor could hear a choked noise he was more than halfway certain was the chuckle he had so desperately hunted. Oh well.

A chubby face stared right back at them, eyes round as saucers. Wait, make that two faces.

Both Maglor and Maedhros sagged with relief.

“Elros, can you please come in?” Maglor croaked, feeling five feet to the left of his physical body. “You too, Elrond.”

The two of them nodded bashfully, heads bobbing as they fumbled over to the glass. And they were�� flapping. Each twin sported small brown wings on their back, looking much like the falcons Tyelko used to play with as a child. Maglor supposed, thinking of a great bird soaring away over the sea with light itself clutched tight in its talons, maybe they should have expected this one in particular.

Elros pushed once, twice at the windows, tiny arms straining against the pane and looking more panicked by the second. Behind him, Elrond simply pointed to the - oh, the window latch. Yes.

Maedhros stood up and flicked it open. Elros came tumbling through, nearly bashing his skull on the desk before Maedhros caught him midair.

Elrond flew in smoothly and landed on Maglor’s empty chair, wings neatly folding in. Maedhros dumped Elros on his own chair. His wing smacked Maedhros’ arm by mistake.

“We talked about this. No new shapeshifting without me or Maglor there,” Maedhros said, fixing each of them with a stern look.

Both the twins looked down at this. Elrond wrung his little wrists.

“We’re sorry!” Elros burst out, tears welling up in his eyes. “We won’t do it again, promise!”

“That’s what you said last time, sweetheart,” Maglor told him.

“And the time before that,” Maedhros grumbled.

“What we’re saying, dear, is that we understand that you’re sorry. But keeping your word has to take first priority,” Maglor explained softly.

Maedhros coughed.

“Or, er, not doing it again,” Maglor corrected. “That’s what counts.”

“We understand,” Elros sniffled. “It’s just, we wanted to hear, but you weren’t there to check with, because well, you were here, and, well, um, yes -”

“Bringing us to the next point of order,” Maedhros rumbled. He raised a brow at both of them. “Eavesdropping. We have also been over this.”

Oh dear. Elros looked like he was about to drown in a puddle of tears. Maglor rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades soothingly, careful of the new feathery appendages.

Thankfully, Elrond stepped in. “We remember, it’s not nice because we like to be in private sometimes and it’s not fair for us to not let other people be too,” he recited shyly. “Um, we just… we know you both meet up a lot like this, and we know it's important… but… um…” His lip trembled; his voice cracked. “Do you... talk about us? Do you not want us to hear because it’s bad? Because we can do better!” He promised quickly, eyes wide and wet. “Elros is getting really good at his music lessons, he’s practicing a lot! And I’m working on my writing lessons every day!”

Something in Maglor’s chest twisted. “Oh, honey, no -”

But his brother beat him to the punch. Striding out from behind the desk, he knelt down in front of Elrond. “Can I hug you?” he asked very quietly.

Elrond bit his lip and nodded. Without another word, Maedhros wrapped him up in his arms.

They stayed like that for a moment, Maedhros’ hulking frame wrapped around Elrond’s body, like a drape of russet locks, leather and rich furs. When his brother finally pulled away, he gave a heavy look to both children.

“We will never give you away because you’re not good enough. Alright? You will always be good enough. Both of you,” he told them. He reached out and covered Elrond’s tiny hand with his own, fingers curling around and intertwining. “And not because you’re caught up on your lessons, or do what we say.”

“Though those are certainly nice,” Maglor added. He flashed them a teasing grin before taking care to soften his expression once more, and laid a gentle hand on Elros’ shoulder. “You will always have our love. And nothing, not even the worst jam spill, or missed harp lesson - don’t think I didn’t notice that last week, dearest - can ever reach in and steal it. It is your’s by blood and birthright.”

“Love you,” Elros sniffled. Elrond echoed him, voice no less wobbly.

Maedhros gifted them with a small smile. “Love you both, starlights.”

“And -” Elros started, hiccuped, and continued. “And same for me too. Nothing can change that! I’ll always love you two.”

Maglor felt a pang of sickly guilt invade his chest and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maedhros stiffen.

“Me too,” Elrond said, voice suddenly clear. Maglor glanced at him and met a gaze that seemed years ahead of its time; he froze, rooted to the spot. “We’ll always love you no matter what you do.”

“Well -” Maglor started. “That’s…”

“No need to worry about us,” Maedhros recovered quickly, waving his hand. “Now then, it’s nearing bedtime, hm?”

“But wait!” Elros cried. “What were you two talking about then?”

“Yes! We saw Atya going like this,” Elrond clasped his pudgy hands together and shook them. “And his voice sounded all funny, and then he prayed to Eru about Atar paying more attention to Manwe’s t-”

“ALRIGHT!” Maglor yelped, clapping his hands. His face must’ve been steaming, his cheeks were burning, oh stars - “Bedtime!”

“But we want to know why you were saying all those funny things,” Elros complained loudly. His voice slipped into a high pitched whine, dripping with petulance. “Nelyo, Nelyo, give me attentioooon -”

“I do not sound like that!” Maglor gasped, scooping up a giggling Elrond to be carried to bed.

“I do not sound like that!”

Maglor turned around, gaping. That was not Elros’ voice.

Maedhros stared back. His eyes glinted with mirth and the most shit-eating grin curled his lips. In his arms was a starstruck Elros, who looked no less shocked than if the clouds themselves had just burst into song and danced a lively jig. And quite frankly, Maglor would be less surprised.

Maedhros dealt him one last smirk before twirling on his heel and walking out of the room to go deposit one elfling in his bed. Maglor still had the other, who poked his cheek.

“Atya? Are you okay?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Maglor felt a smile grow across his face. His eyes stung with tears. He quickly wiped them with his sleeve before they could fatten and spill over his cheeks and probably make Elrond worry even more.

“Wonderful, dear.” He frowned for a second, considering. “Although I think there is a dreadful amount of mockery in my future.”

He looked down at Elrond. His son merely tilted his round head, offering a blank look. Maglor sighed happily. “But that’s okay.”

XXX

In time, it became clear that there was no need to worry about the looming threat of brotherly teasing paid back in full; Maedhros may have been looser with his laughter, but even this was a rare occasion still. Maglor did not mind, for any time he saw his brother’s eyes alight with anything other than fatal passion was a gift.

The true threat that lurked within Amon Ereb made itself known eventually.

Two weeks later, Maglor was scurrying to meet up with one of the smiths to discuss pending repairs but stopped short in front of a small figure in the courtyard blocking his path.

“Not now, sweetheart, Atya’s very busy,” Maglor told Elrond, harried, ready to flag down someone on the way to attend to whatever his son needed.

And then it happened. Elrond’s face crumpled just so. His eyes widened: big, round, and wet. His lip wobbled. When he opened his mouth, his voice took on a tone so absolutely, horribly pitiful that Maglor half-suspected the echo of Lúthien herself lived in his words.

“Please, Atya,” he begged, every word a death sentence. “Give me attentiooon.”

Oh Eru, Maglor despaired, even as he opened his arms for an evil little elfling to leap into, repairs forgotten. I’ve made a monster.

#this was also my first go at writing more humor #but the hurt/comfort managed to sneak in #kidnap dads #kidnap fam #maedhros #maglor #elrond #elros #my writing #writing prompts #fic #jaz-the-bard

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