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fangtasticgurl · 7 months

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Keep Calm and Get Bitten

Ethan gets a vision when he lets Sarah drink his blood, and it changes everything…

Chapter 4

Word Count: 1197

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"I am so stoked to pick up my pre-order of the new Halo game." Ethan gushed, "You've got to come over and play it, I'm 99.9% sure I'm going to be spending the whole break on it."

"Sure beats playing nothing but COD for a whole week by myself..." Benny sighed, "Forever Alone."

"I'd come over if you didn't play games full of tryhard douchebags."

"COD players are not that bad."

"Easy for you to say." Ethan rolled his eyes, "You're not the one getting called slurs."

"Just turn off your mic!"

"And let you be the only one who can talk? Yeah, right." Ethan scoffed.

They noticed Erica nearby, digging thoroughly through Sarah's locker.

"You know that Sarah would definitely notice if you took anything from there?" Ethan smirked as he watched Erica shovel out handfuls of Sarah's cutesy school supplies.

Erica rolled her eyes, "Like I'd have any use for her stupid animal erasers. I'm just getting stuff for her while she's doing her makeup tests. She's gonna have to do a lot of homework during break."

"Oh, damn. That sounds rough. Y'know, maybe I could help her out over break."

Erica paused to side-eye Ethan.

"Yeah, no. She visits her auntie every fall break."

"Oh... I've never heard her mention that."

Erica scoffed as she tossed mini highlighters with animal faces into Sarah's bag, "What are you, her boyfriend or something? She doesn't have to 'mention' anything to you."

Harsh, Ethan thought to himself, frowning. The hostile tension made Ethan avert his eyes away from Erica, to look at Benny, who looked back at him with fear in his eyes and a sympathetically pained expression on his face.

"Erica, what gives? What are you being so mean to me for?" asked Ethan.

"News flash, losers! I'm always mean."

"Well, you're meaner than usual, which is saying a lot."

"At least I don't lie to my friends about having 'good visions'. How gullible do you think she is?"

Ethan's eyes widened, "She told you about last night?"

"Duh! I'm her best friend."

"Well I wasn't lying, okay?" Ethan argued, his face flushing pink at the reminder of the day before, "I just don't know what it means."

Erica tightened her grip on the twenty or so glitter gel pens she was now holding in her hand. She squinted her eyes to glare at Ethan as if she were shooting a thousand daggers at him. A thousand glittery, colorful daggers.

"You better figure it out," Erica sneered, "Because the last thing Sarah needs right now is some false promise of something good from someone who doesn't know what the hell they're talking about."

"...What? I'd never do anything to hurt her like that."

"Yeah, well, some people already have."

Ethan's eyes widened at the audacity.

"Oh yeah? Like when you ditched her for her shitty ex-boyfriend?" he scoffed, "Because that's totally what best friends do."

Erica lunged forward at Ethan, eyes glowing and fangs protruding as she let out a violent hiss.

"Shut the fuck up." she threatened.

While it did make him pee himself a little bit, Ethan stood his ground. She could beat him in a fight, easily. But people were already listening in to their argument, phones ready to record the second it escalates. He knew Erica wouldn't be stupid enough to attack him out in the open. And he was right. Erica furiously chucked the last of Sarah's things into her bag.

"Nice to know Sarah hangs out with people like you" she hissed, slamming the locker hard enough to make Ethan and Benny jump at the noise, and loud enough to make some of the people in the hallway turn their heads to look at her as she stomped away in her studded, off-brand Doc Marten boots.

"Was just about to say the same thing." Ethan muttered.

Erica heard him from where she was, raising her hand to give Ethan and Benny the finger without looking back.

...

Erica tossed Sarah's hefty bag into a an empty student's chair, landing on the seat with a thundering boom. Sarah was doing some makeup work for AP History with one earbud in, and Erica could hear faintest sound of Neon Trees' Animal from where she stood.

"Those dorks you hang out with are so fucking nosy. How can you stand hanging out with people like that?"

"Hey, hey. Language." said the teacher.

"No, this is History!" Sarah joked.

Erica rolled her eyes.

"Un. Be. Lieveable. Those geeks are turning you into a person who makes puns. About school."

"Well one of those geeks got Habits, Picture Show, and the entire soundtrack of Pitch Perfect on my iPod without having to pay a single cent." Sarah told Erica with a smug smile on her face, "That's pretty cool if you ask me."

"Are you focusing on your work?" the teacher asked nonchalantly, without looking up from the papers she was grading, Twenty minutes left."

"Eek!" Sarah squeaked. The lead in her Domo-kun keychained mechanical pencil snapped off as she tried to write faster. Erica rolled her eyes and sighed as she sat down in the other empty seat next to Sarah.

"Can I just sit here and hang out while she does her thing?" Erica asked the teacher.

"Nuh-uh. It's already pushing it for me to let her listen to music while she does classwork. She doesn't need any more distractions."

"Well, for the record," Sarah interjected, "Music helps me focus."

"Right. Anyways," the teacher continued, "It was very nice of you to bring her stuff here, but I need Sarah to focus on her work right now. You can talk to her later. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, it's whatever. I have a lot of important stuff I need to do, anyway." Erica scoffed, getting up from her seat. She grabbed her Dusk-themed backpack from Hot Topic and swung it over her shoulder, trying to look completely unbothered.

Yeah, important stuff. Like using the school computers to argue with someone on the Dusk Til Dawn fanforums, Sarah thought to herself.

Erica left the classroom and strut down the school hallway with an air of confidence she gained since becoming a vampire. She wasn't some dorky, Dusk-obsessed loser anymore. No, she told herself, she's cool now. She doesn't need to wait hand and foot for her friend like some kind of sidekick when she has tons of way cooler, way more exciting things in her life to do.

She spotted Ethan and Benny down the hall, and when they noticed her, she gave them a deadly, yellow-eyed glare and a hiss. It was able to intimidate Benny, but Ethan seemed to react in a way that was more annoyed than scared. He was underestimating her power, she figured. Big mistake.

If only she had a Death Note. She'd totally put Ethan's name first.

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire #sarah fox #ethan morgan #erica jones #keep calm and get bitten #mbav fanfic

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foxi-gi · 7 months

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"What are you doing here? Who are you?"

A "your choice" type of mini fiction to get to know Host better!

Part [1] out of [?]

I've decided to write a small YOUR CHOICE adventure like mini fic for Host while I wait for my inspiration for the comic to return!

Also, see it as a test for the writing style. Feel free to tell me tips on how to improve in asks or comments!

Below, you'll be able to find a vote to choose your next move!

Mini-fic test:

The host was lonely. Well, technically, he wasn't. He was never really lonely. He could just let them, and thousands of voices would call out to him. But not in the way he wished for them.

They would scream at him. He didn't want to be screamed at today.

No, no, he didn't today he wished for quiet company from someone new. Someone who didn't know his face yet. Or perhaps he would like to think about old times? The Host opened a holographic tablet, projected into the air from his eye, swiping through the options, many crossed out or marked as uninhabitable, dangerous or unexplored.

His fingers glid over the screen before he paused on one of the universes he recognised.

Unsure, his fingers hovered over the option for a moment before they pressed the start button, and the portal started up.

After the host walked through the portal, he brielfy patted the cyan colored sparkles off his suit, caused by the portal. A small pile of sparkles took place on the ground where the portal had been previously.

And Host looked blankly at the dimly lit parable. Looking around. At the ceiling, with only a few broken and barley functioning lights remaining, broken ceiling tiles. An odd liquid oozing from cracks in the tiles and running down the walls, soaking into the discoloured yellow. He stared at the walls with wallpaper that peeled off like dead skin and the floor with dusty carpet that hadn't been treaded in centuries.

Host walked past the desks and doors to the room with two doors.

"When ■■■ came to a set of two open doors, he took the one on his left...."

He muttered to himself, briefly looking at the right door but quietly giving a small huff before he went left. No. Right is the wrong path. Bad things happened there..

You find yourself in the employee lounge. Unknown circumstances having brought you to another universe of sorts. You recognise this as a parable.

On one of the walls was a black splat. A giant one at that. Quite big, as if someone had thrown an open ink cartridge the size of a watermelon against the wall.

The wall chipped in by some sharp materials. As if someone had smashed a computer screen against the wall repeatedly at the height of one's head. Multible of these splats and scratches were all over the wal the couch was askew, the table flipped over, and the plants welted. The support beam scratched and chipped and also splattered with the ink. Ink splattered all over the floor and even on the ceiling in some cases.

Looks like someone had thrown a printer around the room in a fit of rage. But no pieces of said printer were anywhere to be seen, and the ink seems to have dried a long time ago.

You decide to get back on track to see what other things this parable held. Hearing low mumbling as you approach the meeting room. You freeze in place once you see a siluette.

"Yet there was not a single person here either.....Feeling a wave of disbe-....."

The Stranger stopped in his self Narration, having heard foot steps behind him as he stood at the entrance of the meeting room.

Slowly, the man turned around.

Quite a tall, lanky but well-built man judging from the siluette, visible against the dim light of the meeting room. His coat like suit sparkled slightly against the light.

The movement seemed smooth, nearly as if done by a pre-programmed set of animations, and soon, the stranger had turned around on his heels in a single, smooth turn. Emerald green eyes with a ring of cyan around the diamond shaped pupils settled on you, staring at you through the darkness and giving the siluette a piercing gaze.

"............."

The stranger remained quiet for a moment before the slightly distorted voice of a narrator sounded from his direction. Slightly, ever so slightly distorted as if speaking though an AM Radio.

"Hello?"

The man said in a slightly confused manner, tilting his head slightly and making his slightly luminescent earrings dangle to one side.

Good luck

#host horror au #hosts horrors Adveture #choose your own adventure #polls #art #artists on tumblr #ask the artist #tsp #the stanley parable #tsp fandom #tspud #tsp au #multible choice adventure #tspud oc #tsp narrator

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daydreams-to-passages · 1 year

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Soulmate Au | MC x Kalim. Gender-neutral Pronouns. | Angst

"Thank you for saving my butt!" His hands grabbed mine as a golden hue spread across them.

"Midas' touch." I wished looking up to him in shock but he had already tittered away to his Vice Dormhead who scolded him for being so careless. He didn't seem to have noticed. A heavy pang in my chest. As I reached out to him but he was already gone.

I looked for him across campus but didn't get any results I even asked my seniors, thankfully Cater knew who I was talking about.

"Hes about ya high, red eyes, tan skin-"

"Oh! Your talking about Kalim he's in the light music club with me! Why are you looking for him?" He asked coyly seeming as how I barely knew anyone.

"He's my soulmate." I stated with a blank look to which Cater put his hands up defensively, "Soulmate? You can't possibly know that you haven't even officially met yet. Your sounds a little creepy, cutie pie."

I groaned a shook my head, "I've heard stories of places who don't have soulmate bonds but to think I actually came to one. No, i don't mean it stalkery. He grabbed my hands and thanked me at the enterance ceremony we have midas' touch. It's a golden color soulmate bond. So we he grabbed my hands they started to cover in gold. And the longer or more he touched say like a hug it would have became veiny and spread. The better the bond the brighter and more healthy both mates are." I tried to explain to Cater during lunch but as one should know everyone who has even slightly better hearing could hear bits and pieces of the explanation. Lilia was the most curious and popped up near us asking various questions. I answered him to the best of my abilities.

...

Time went on Lilia and Cater both mentioned things to me about Kalim about how friendly and how much he liked parties saying how I'd be invited at some point and would be able to talk to him then. But no time went on days turned into months which turned into half a school year.

Finally I was done waiting. My bond ached in my chest straining to get to him. I went to the light music club with some vague directions from a third year. Just as I was about to knock on door an argument started, "Kalim why are you rubbing your chest?"

"Hmmm...? It's a bond."

"A soulmate bond?"

"Yep! They're super rare but its talked about in some books Jamil had me read when I was younger!" His voice light an airy with sounds of happiness specially when he mentioned the name Jamil.

"Oh who is it?" Lilia asked coyly already knowing but testing the future sultan.

"Oh its MC. But I cant." He mutters softly, I placed a hand on my chest feeling the bind strain and pull as if the tether was going to snap.

"Why not?"

"Cause I can't love her. I already love someone. I mean I feel bad so I'm staying away. I don't want to hurt her more." He said mournfully as if he had to choose between his destiny and his heart. And he chose his heart. Tears blinked from my eyes as I feel the bond snap.

A soul tear. Who would have thought my pineing after someone who wound me this way. I can't hear anything else, everything had faded away into silence as my feet moved away darken cracks spread through my skin. If one side of the soul bond is rejected while the other doesn't reciprocate it could be life-threatening. I was always told to be kind and love them with all my being but who would have thought fate would be so cruel.

"Hey are you alright?!" Someone asked but I couldn't process what they were saying as I collapsed on the floor. My chest in so much pain everything shook. I closed my eyes willing the pain into a box to never reopen.

Just wishing I never met him. My destiny.

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Bum bum bum~ End (for now. If requested I'll add a second part <3)

Soulmate Au with Kalim! I'm sure a lot of people expected to be more sugary but I like to personally HC Kalim is actually devoted to one person *coughcoughJamilcough* a whole of a lot more than we originally thought. So a touch of a love triangle! I also wanted to make Kalim a touch more human and personified sunshine.

#twst headcanons #twst fanfic #twst x reader #kalim x y/n #kalim al asim

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darlingpwease · 1 year

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It can still be easy to forget names, I read loads of books and sometimes I still struggle to remember names of some characters (a brag? Not really, it may be a sign to take a break but oh well, who can stop me lol <33) so it's not ur fault Dove, it's all good!!

this is in a good way

Oh, that's good that's good, very good :DDD

Don't be, this happens a stupid amount of times so it may happen again <//333

why a hole if there is the cute soft warm fluffy nest??? ?????? ?????????

Hmmmm............. a hole, or a nest,,,, what to choose, what to choose.......

ME TOO!! The amount of time I've gotten /s and /srs mixed up has been embarrassing, especially when it completely fucks the tone I try to express to people at times, it gets very awkward. Not only that, but sometimes when idk what to use or if I even should use it, I try to reread what I've written to make sure if I need to use them or not. Even then, jm still not sure–

No words can describe how much I hated middle school. Hs is pretty good tho, very chill, very calm..... besides testing.

AAAA YOU GET IT!!!! EXACTLY!!!!!

I never have been a huge omegaverse person, but I stumbled upon a work of top!omega×bottom!alpha and alpha×alpha, and it's like a whole new world was opened to me. I'm hooked. It's so fucking good and for what reason??

No reason needed. It's amazing. So good.

HELL YEAAHHHHHHH!!!

Yes yes, as Yuuta nervously fiddles with the hem of his skirt, he hasn't even shown you yet but he can already feel how hot his face is.. and when you end up pressing up against him, practically breeding him in the dressing stall, desperately trying to stay quite as he hears people walk by and getting into nearby stalls– he cums at the thought of being caught. And especially when you keep muttering into his ear how pretty he is, how adorable he is trying to keep in his moans.. He can't help but tighten up when you suggest that others may have already heard him,, Yuuta mewling at those words. It's not his fault your making him feel so good.

Or where Toge uses the photos and videos you send of you and Yuuta fucking as jackoff material. He is so incredibly thankful how generous you are,, <333 and even when he's used them to the point where he's memorized even the smallest details, he can't stop himself from cummin so much til he's empty. Babbling to himself, maybe thinking of himself in those situations too, becoming a deliciously made blubbering mess,,

Ur mind, Dove,,, I swear 🛐🛐🛐🛐

I don't care if it's unhealthy, it's fucking amazing!!! Intoxicating!!! Addictive!!!!! It's so good!!!!!!! <3333

Uhhhh we'll see lol, I hope it looks at least somewhat decent haha

SAVING!! I'm saving this. Gonna stash this away and use it as reference. Thank you so so soooo incredibly much for taking some time to write this out <333 ur so sweet /gen

My audience will mainly be targeted towards gn!reader, but I might do male!reader from time to time. As long as people can enjoy my work tho, then thats what matters to me <333 now I have a wonderful reference on what to tag!! :DDD

-panna cotta

"brag" no, dear, a lot of books read is something you should really be proud of <3 although in your performance it sounds like a red flag and you should take a short break /hj

stoooop it's melting!!! do you see??? it's melting more and more!!! </33333 /pos /hj

most of all, I like the moment that you really think what is better: my most beautiful and lovingly made nest or some kind of hole. I mean, some unpleasant things, infections and dirt can live in the hole, and this is still the most harmless, while the most terrible thing in the nest is me.

no, of course, I think a hole is safer than the nest, but you haven't seen it.

I feel like I'm being called out </3333 /hj

I hate how similar /s and/srs are and constantly confuse them, and when people ask, I feel so embarrassed, but I just sometimes forget that sarcasm exists </3333

so understand you,,,,, I'm constantly close to stopping using them altogether, but I can't completely give up. It's hard to use them, but I'm so used to it </3

middle school was so ugh. I'm so glad I'm not in it anymore.

I'm just fed up with alpha×omega that it no longer inspires. it was cool in the beginning, I love alternative biology, but apart from various variations there are no tensions and special attraction, you know? almost the same as hetero romance, except that the setting is more interesting, but over time these works begin to repeat themselves. alpha×alpha, omega×omega and betas have become more interesting, since their dynamics are much more flexible and ambiguous and require more meaning than alpha×omega — with the exception for dom!omega, dominant omegas are always wonderful.

I love these pheromones and different worlds with different levels of influence of instincts, it's very interesting, but I've apparently become too jaded. just give me alpha & beta-to-alpha who are courting each other and want to create a pack, and omegas who are very well aware of the impact of estrus and help each other in their time, while constantly breeding each other because their mate is too seductive. the usual pleasure, which is too little; disappointing </3

'so good' SO RIGHT!!!

1. Yuuta tries to restrain himself, but it's so difficult while you tease him about his skirt and how wet he is, probably from the realization that anyone can hear him, find out how slutty he is and how he likes to fuck in public places where everyone can hear him right while you fuck him, making him drool with delight, soaking a new skirt; when you lift the fabric higher, exposing his thighs and grabbing them, whispering (or growling) so that he does not cum before you, pinching his sensitive skin, and Yuuta involuntarily whines and moans — only to immediately shut his mouth,,,,,

your hands are so tenacious when you grab his hair, unobtrusively lifting his head higher, showing the reflection an absolute mess instead of the young man who entered here some time ago; but Yuuta doesn't care so much when he can only feel his body trembling with delight, feeling like with a new push he is getting closer and closer to the edge, — but you don't let him cum, growling that he is a good boy and listens to you and he tries to be like that, but his hips involuntarily part to the side just to feel you as much as possible </3

2. Yes!!! <3333

Toge is not a pervert, — no more than ordinary person — but when he closes his eyes and hears Yuuta, who whining your name, he knows what kind of scene is happening on his mobile screen, and maybe it should worry him more than it is, but Yuuta is so sweetly moaning, crying, whispering all sorts of lovesick nonsense while you reach your orgasm; begging you to cum while you're inside him, to take advantage of him, and Toge cums simultaneously with you and the last moans of Yuuta, excitedly thanking you for it, deliriously saying how he loves you and that you are the best thing that has happened to him while you are stroking his stomach, probably so hot and soft, filled and sensitive that Toge can't help but touch his own, at times colder and absolutely not full, in a post-orgasmic haze thinking that Yuuta is damn lucky with you.

you regularly fuck him, breeding him at every opportunity, and Toge does not know if he wants to be the one who makes Yuuta cry from another orgasm, forcing his body to try to hide from another stimulation, or to feel how you push your fingers inside his mouth, forcing him to make cute moans while exposing him the body, promising to take care of him and make sure that his body will ache from orgasms </3 maybe being fucked as much as Yuuta is, only able to whine about how good you are, only squirm, knowing that he can't even say a word to you, only moaning and whimpering when it becomes too much for him </33

shdgshdghdhdhd im insane

I know, pretty breadwinner, I know; at times more sociable & brainy when resonate with another brilliant panna cotta whose big brainy brain makes me work 1205% to match <3333

I am very uncompetitive and hate to compete, but when I meet smart and brainy people, I run after them with all my mental strength <3

it's going to be amazing, panettone. I remember I once gave advice about the aesthetics of the blog and the beginning of the blog, but I think they are very pointless — even if you are not perfect now, you will become so. you'll get better. you will become more beautiful. I mean, you're already beautiful, but experience shows that it gets even better over time, and I'm very interested in how you can become even more <333 you've started, and you should already be proud of yourself.

I mean, there is such a difference between my first blog, my last blog, my current blog and my temporary blog, it's a kind of gradation of aesthetics, and it will only get better over time. I know it. and you're going to get better and better <3

of course!!! all for you, my prettyfull one <3333

I, as a reader of gender neutral reader, very much approve <3 I once started writing gn reader and, although I have ambiguous moments now, still prefer to have them as the main audience. It's just closer to me; my people don't have to starve as much as I do. maybe I just don't get along well with male!reader & fem!reader writers, this is also a very likely reason /hj

#.spicy♡#[📂] — voice from under the bed #❖.my jewelry #✮.panna cotta <3 #✉.yuuta okkotsu #✉.toge inumaki

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kitkatt0430 · 2 years

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Had a nice Sunday today. :D Took Estelle to visit my parents and, while Estelle bounced from lap to lap getting all the cuddles a cute dog can possibly get, I showed off the Portal games in an attempt to convince my parents they should try it. I forgot how difficult some of those puzzles start getting the further in to the first game you go.

(Me - I love the companion cube, I could never kill it. My Dad - Kill the cube, see what happens. ^_^)

Anywho, I've got three fics I wanna do snippets for this week. First up is from The Whistle Blower verse. After the news finally breaks, Iris' summer session journalism professor uses the scandal as an opportunity to push her students to embrace their inner investigator. Which Iris takes to like a duck to water. But first she's dragging Barry along for the ride.

"And Starling is no where near as bad as Gotham. Even if they do have their own big name vigilante now."

"I'm just saying, we get cornered in an alley by bad guys and have to be rescued by another vigilante with a bad attitude, I deserve all the coffee," Barry grumbled.

"Oh like I've never traveled halfway across the country so you could investigate some weird maybe science, maybe magic thing that ended in us escaping from a cult that wanted to sacrifice us a la Supernatural," Iris retorted. "Stop complaining, you were so thrilled about meeting Batman you couldn't shut up about it for weeks."

"We promised never to discuss the cult thing again," Barry hissed in a panic.

Of course, Oliver's not actually in Starling City right now because he's in Central City supporting Hartley. But Iris and Barry don't know that. :D And I'm pretty sure Barry doesn't want Joe knowing about the Batman incident either. Iris is having way too much fun teasing him.

I'm also working on another entry for Finn Bingo, focused on him interacting with Leia. So I've made him Leia's Padawan and am basically ignoring everything post The Force Awakens for this canon AU.

Leia smiled proudly. "You've come so far so quickly already, Finn. Before, you thought your abilities were weak, especially compared to Rey's. But I just heard you list as strengths the very abilities you thought were your weak points when we began your training."

And... he did. Didn't he?

Finn smiled back and ducked his head. "I think the hardest thing I've had to learn so far was to value myself."

Leia's trying to build Finn's self confidence and guide him towards discovering his potential as a healer.

Flufftober's coming up so I've got a story lined up for that already. The first fic I've got ready for the event is a Flash AU set in an alternate post season 4 timeline - the specifics aren't really important, just that Cisco ended up losing his hands similar to how he had in the bad future from S3. He's since physically recovered and had his prosthetics created - it's really just a sort of peek into their lives where Cisco's still struggling with his mental health some, though he's doing a lot better now. He's in an established relationship with Harry; they're both disabled in different ways, but they've learned to help each other compensate and become all the closer for it.

"You're wearing my sweater," Harry muttered, smirking as he grabbed on the heavy clothing that swamped Cisco's torso. Dragging Cisco closer so they could kiss good morning.

"Ugh, morning breath," Cisco teased as he pulled away. "Go brush. Also, donuts are on the way. So we're not starting something until after breakfast. And, uh, after I figure out what's wrong with the second charger."

Harry's nimble hands had found Cisco's by then. Or at least Cisco's wrists, what with Harry knowing that the prosthetics felt nothing. So he'd realized Cisco was only wearing the one.

The setup is one I want to explore more later, but probably as a separate fic/series from this one. Mostly I'm just testing out an idea here.

#six sentence sunday #fanfiction #the flash #star wars #iris west #barry allen #finn (star wars)#leia organa #cisco ramon #harry wells #cisco x harry

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the-13th-rose · 1 year

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Whump prompt series for April - Day 2: "Get some rest"

Whumpee: General Grievous (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

Based on the 2008 Clone Wars series as well as my fic "The Witch & the War Machine".

"General!" Asajj Ventress snapped. "Snap out of it!"

Grievous came back to his senses in a disorienting jolt. He shook his head for a moment, as though his exhaustion could be simply shaken loose and dislodged.

Asajj sighed. "Tell me you heard even some part of that briefing."

...Oh.

"...Of course," Asajj muttered. "I'm surprised he didn't seem to notice." She turned to face him. "I know you always seem to be tired, but I've never seen you like this before. ...Are you sure you're fit for this mission?"

"...What?" Grievous replied, eyes narrowed.

"I know," Asajj said. "It's not concern. Or, it's concern for whether we'll be defeated again."

Grievous sighed. "I am not...too 'tired' to fight. Or to command."

Ventress slightly arched one brow as she met his gaze. A split second later, she retrieved one of her lightsabers and took a wild swing at him.

Grievous staggered back, just barely out of her reach. He stared at her for a moment, bewildered, then thought to arm himself as well.

"Put your toys away," Ventress said, deactivating her lightsaber and replacing it upon her belt. "I was testing you. And from our sparring matches, I know you should have blocked that swing without needing to dodge. But you barely avoided it to begin with. How do you expect to survive on the battlefield like this?"

Grievous deactivated his sabers and put them away as well. "That was reckless," he scolded.

"So is facing the enemy head-on while you're sleepwalking," she retorted. "Go get some rest. I can do this alone much better than I could while having to watch your back."

"...Don't be a fool," Grievous scoffed. "If you think my absence will go unnoticed--"

"Your exhaustion being the sole cause of our defeat would be far more noticeable," Ventress continued. "Do you know what he'd do?" She paused, and turned her gaze to the floor. "...Of course you know."

"And if he finds out?"

"He won't," she insisted. "Not if I'm the one making the lie." Ventress took a step toward him. "I'm not asking. I'm ordering. And it doesn't matter to me one bit that you outrank me."

He wanted to protest further, but his body suddenly began to feel very heavy. He staggered again, and heard Ventress remark, "If you collapse here, it might be easier to explain."

"No," he relented. "I'll go."

Ventress watched Grievous turn and leave, still staggering occasionally as he went. She called out to one of the MagnaGuard droids standing by. "You--follow him. Make sure he actually gets to his quarters," she commanded.

The droid nodded once and left the room.

...

Grievous awoke gradually, as though the galaxy was slowly fading back in around him. When he was back in his own body without the added weight of severe sleep deprivation, he happened to glance up and catch sight of Ventress standing by in his quarters.

"I told you I could handle it alone," she said, turning to meet his gaze. "I didn't expect you to sleep for an entire two days, but I kept my word."

"Two days?!" Grievous cried, nearly choking on the astonishment and coughing as Ventress continued her story.

"As far as Dooku knows, you came down with a severe respiratory infection and were ordered to rest for a few days by the medical droid," she said. "The mission itself took longer than expected. I only just got back. I think Kenobi was surprised not to see you."

"You should probably get back to Dooku," she continued. "Before he thinks to contact the medic directly. As for me...I'm going to bed. Hopefully not for as long as you."

Grievous stood up and met her at the doorway. "...Thank you," he said softly.

"Don't mention it," Ventress replied. "Seriously, don't. I don't want to be reminded of how nice I've been to you lately."

Day 2 - Complete!

#qypost #my whump

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rayofsunas · 3 years

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s/o who dies.

A/n: listennnn, I wasn't going to write something dark, but then I unregretfully decided to listen to edgy/dark audios and I was suddenly in the mood to write this so yeah lmao. also, guess what? I'm planning on making a discord server right after posting this! so, be on the lookout for that when I get it all sorted out. also, note for Scaramouche's that the reader inserts tend to lean more femininely versed (I hope that's okay), the only reasons why I do that is because one I simp and I'm female AND two since I am doing a mini-series for Scara, I've kind of based his imagines/fics around that universe (baby daddy universe). I haven't started his yet, but consider these part of that series' universe. anyways as always thank you for requesting anon and enjoy! <333

Summary: you die + how the boys cope afterward.

Parings: Albedo/Gn! Reader, Xiao/Gn! Reader, Scaramouche/Fem! Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, death, poison, illness/cancer, murder, arson, obsessive behavior

Word count: 2.1k

Albedo

"You need to keep this on your head." Your lover said for the one-hundredth time, placing the cold cloth on your forehead once again after taking it off only seconds earlier.

"This is pointless," You said, no longer wanting to ignore nor hide behind the invisible thick curtains of the obvious death sentence approaching. "My body rejected the medicine the first twice doses, what's a third time going to do?" You asked, knowing Albedo wouldn't answer; your hope was to knock some sense into his thick skull. but he was too worried trying to ignore the obvious as you had previously been doing, not anymore though.

This was saddening to watch, both Albedo's unfolding and the girl who accidentally poisoned you, whimpering into Sucrose's shoulder. She was only a young girl, barely seventeen when she was chosen to work under Sucrose and your boyfriend. She was very good at Alchemy and luckily had a desire to practice the craft. But unfortunately, she hadn't paid much attention when it came to Surcrose's educational poison lesson and had unknowingly mixed up poisonous liquids and materials.

After tipping over some clutter in Albedo's office and knocking over a test tube laying unsealed on the counter, you had realized the contents spilled on your skin, bleaching into your pores. You had been tasked with bringing the famed alchemist and his assistant some vials and materials for the collection of a rare butterfly they had found. It was both telling and obvious that something was wrong when you never showed up with the required materials requested and it was already too late hours later when the chief Alchemist, his assistant, and Alchemist in training came bounding down the stairs of Albedo's home laboratory.

It didn't take long for the trio to realize something was wrong. Sucrose had found the vile on the floor, most of its contents spilled and in a little puddle, plus your state on a nearby lounge chair was obvious; slumped awkwardly, forehead visibly sweating, eyes closed, breathing raspily.

You accepted the first doses of the supposed nullifying medicine without hesitation, just wanting the numbing feeling to go away. But when it never kicked in you decided it would be best to save the medicine, because it wasn't working. Your time was coming.

"Since the medicine is taking immediate effect, you should try to get the contents out of your system," He said, reaching out for you. Badly you wanted to argue that the medicine wasn't working at all, but he wasn't listening and already has his lean arms wrapped around your middle, helping gently lift and guide you over to the sink.

You hear materials being shoved to the side and soon enough you had your head dangling over the sink, shaking hands gripping the metalled edge tightly. Soon enough, Albedo's hand was on your back rubbing up and down, hoping to comfort you, it wasn't working though. You could only think about your death, what the other side would look like. Could there even be heaven or hell, maybe a place in between, maybe nowhere...?

As soon as you felt the urge to vomit, you did, and despite it being utterly disgusting Albedo seemed to welcome it happily. He took this as something good, but it only worried you when you saw the reddish hues in the bile.

"I think they should leave." You muttered acknowledging Sucrose and Elizabeth, the taste of gooey, metal only becoming more apparent. The blonde agreed, nodding and muttering "Okay."

As Sucrose lead Elizabeth towards the stairs, the pair heard you say. "Goodbye Sucrose, Elizabeth." Which only seemed to make the young girl wail louder.

You sighed sadly once the silence was back. Just your thoughts of death, and Albedo's slowly crushing heart.

"You should probably leave soon as well. I don't want you to be here when I go." Albedo frowned at your statement, head shaking.

"Don't say things like that."

Of course, he'd say that. Why did he feel the need to ignore this when it would only come back to hurt him even more later on when you were gone?

"You're the smartest man I know and we both know where this is heading," You said, head feeling much heavier than before. It was getting closer to your time. "I'm going to die, and you can't do anything about it."

"I'm not leaving your side. We promised to stick together through everything, you can't ask me to leave."

"I guess... But promise me this."

"When I go, stop blaming Elizabeth. It was an accident..." You said sincerely. Albedo wanted to make a fuss about it, tell you he'd never been able to forgive her. But for you, he would try. If it was your list desire, your last wish, he'd make it come true. Though it would be difficult. Accidental or not, she was the reason you were leaving him here, alone.

"Okay, I'll try..." He said honestly.

"Thank you," You said, letting out a shaking breath you had been holding for a very long time. Now you felt much more peaceful. "And since I know you stubbornly won't leave," You started, finally turning away from the sink to look into his cerulean eyes. "At least hold my hand."

"Of course, love."

even a year after your death, no matter how hard he tried, there was still this nagging feeling every time he looked at Elizabeth

he wanted too badly forgive her, but he couldn't

she had, although accidental, taken the one person that meant so much to him and he'd never forgive

Albedo is gonna be distant towards everyone he knows and it's completely purposeful

he doesn't like the pitiful gazes that people send his way and he hates that all the captains stared at him at your funeral

obviously, some questioned if he was able to stay in the field

he hadn't taken any time off, even when Jean advised he was welcome and that it would be best

tbh, albedo's going to have a hard time for a while

Xiao

Why did it have to be you? Why not him? He'd feel much better knowing you could live another day, after all, he'd been living a very long time.

But no, the fallen Archons, Gods, Yaksha had chosen you to join them. He wished that weren't the case

Humans and their pathetic vessels... So weak, he thought. Allowing something like cancer to beat them.

No matter how harsh it sounded, he didn't despise you, no. It wasn't your fault. You didn't ask for this. He just knew that if you were a godly being this wouldn't have happened like this or at least not so soon; Xiao had known Gods that had terminal illnesses to live years. Why couldn't you be like them?

He hated watching you lie there in that bed, immobile, sickly, and tired, and all you could say was that everything was going to be alright, that he'd be alright.

But it wasn't. He wouldn't be okay without you. He would struggle daily, fall deeper into a hole. You were the light of his life, the only light in his life. And you were gone, just like that. Turning external scars into internal ones tattered all over his dying heart.

Xiao for the longest time has been by himself, so the people of Liyue know it'll be harder for him to overcome this, no matter what he says or does to prove otherwise

Zhongli in particular knows how hard this will be for his friend

his first and probably last love, dead, gone in the blink of an eye

he'll continue fighting all the monsters he crosses, becoming even more violent when he does so, trying his best to get rid of this stupid sickly feeling of heartbreak

but it won't go away, no matter what he does, no matter how absurd

he just wants the feeling to go away, he despises that feeling so much

if you have a secret place somewhere, like in the mountains, Zhongli often finds him there, wallowing in invisible self-pity

"You know they wouldn't want you to be like this." Zhongli would say, only trying to help

but it doesn't

it only enrages Xiao, even more, fuels him to push everyone out of his life again instead of letting them in like he'd done in your presence

Scaramouche

How dare you. How dare you leave him like this. Alone, nonetheless with a toddler to raise who kept crying for her mommy. He couldn't do this without you, he didn't know how to raise a child, speak to her with the gentle care that you did. That was your expertise but now he'd be doing it solo.

And never again would he entrust someone who he cares about, into ignorant, incompetent arms. Never again will he ever allow any member of the Fatui to watch after his daughter; no matter their rank or position. They had one job while he was away doing business in Liyue. Guard your home twenty-four seven, accompany you into Inazuma's port town should you need anything, watch after his daughter while she plays happily in the luscious Inazuma fields. And they couldn't do that. All he gave them was one simple task, watch and keep you and your daughter safe. Instead, they slacked off, probably drunk in some bar while you were being brutally attacked by murderous mercenaries, left to fend for you and your daughter, only to die protecting her and leave your home to be severely burned.

He knew those idiotic Fatui soldiers were incompetent the moment he stepped foot into the harbor and found that everyone seemed to quiet down. Especially the eerily silent soldiers flanked on each side to welcome him home; he was the highest-ranking soldier in the land of Inazuma after all. Not a single one bothered to step forward and tell him what was wrong, what they all criminally allowed happen. Scaramouche only realized what had happened when he was mere minutes away from arriving home, his daughter had come running from his widowed mother's arms, the sight of smoke rising in the air, from the direction of his home. You were nowhere to be seen.

It all happened so fast, in the blink of an eye. His daughter was clinging to his shirt and his mother only stared with tears of pity.

It didn't take long for the puzzle pieces to be put together and before he knew it, Scaramouche was standing in front of his home, part of it burnt to a crisp and black.

He didn't need to ask what happened, he didn't need to know where you were, because he already knew. What he didn't know was who exactly had done this. But he was going to find out, now.

Incompetent, selfish, bastards. They would all pay for this. The lazy piggish Fatui soldiers who he should've never trusted with such a simple task and the thieves who had murdered you. They all had it rightfully coming.

Scaramouche hates the world after he lost you

he hates it so much and can't understand how this had happened

he's not a good person, so he blames it on karma and those stupid idiots who couldn't protect you

ngl, he's not gonna be around much after your death... his mother would argue that he should be here to raise your daughter, because she's also in pain and doesn't understand that this isn't some game of hide and seek this time

instead, he's focused and driven by revenge

he doesn't listen to a word anybody says, he's much more dangerous than before, and he only trusts his judgment

anyone trying to get him to stop his mission, is someone who doesn't want to see him happy he thinks (though that's not true at all. they hate that he is obsessive over this) but he will personally put a stop to that

and he'll only return home to his daughter and mother when he finds who did this and they along with their bloodline is exterminated

while he's gone, the remainder of his family is relocated somewhere he knows they'll be safe, for example, even though he despises childe, he knows his mom and daughter will be safe with his family

sorry, but Scaramouche will hold this deep-rooted hatred and love for you after you die

yes, he still loves and misses you dearly, but he hates you for leaving him alone, hates that although it wasn't intentional and out of your control, that you were gone

no matter how hard you tried to fight, it was selfish of you to leave him like this

he's not going to stop until he believes whoever was behind this is dead

and in his case, he'll stop believing when he chooses, even if they are innocent/guilty, he'll keep going

3.19.21, rayofsunas

#rayofsunas #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genhsin impact scenarios #albedo #albedo x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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"Are you just using me for my body?" feat. Asmodeus

pairing: Asmodeus x Female!Reader

warnings: mentions of smut, distrust, mentions of cheating

A/N: this got REALLy emotional...

Being the Avatar of Lust and all, Asmodeus couldn't help but have desires outside his absolute adoration of you and you alone; other than himself that is.

He was so sweet all the time, never once forced you to do anything with him, and waited patiently until you knew you were ready.

You loved Asmodeus with your whole heart and had confidence that he wouldn't cheat on you.

Asmodeus was many things, but a liar was not one of them.

Until now, it had been especially hard to keep a steady relationship with his desires rampant and constantly filling up his mind. Ever since he started to get to know you and realize his feelings for you, he stopped sleeping around as much until it came to a complete halt.

He really wanted to be with you, he realized, and he'd give up anything if only it meant he could spend every minute you were here with him.

Here you were, completely in tune and comfortable with each other, but come comments from demons at school today had flooded you with doubt.

You hated yourself for mistrusting your best friend and boyfriend, especially after working so hard to get where you are.

That thought alone makes you burst into tears.

Asmo, who was snuggling happily against your chest, had noticed something off about you and decided against asking if you wanted to fuck. He simply pulled you into bed with him, shared a kiss with you, and planted his face on your pillowy chest, hands caressing your sides oh so gently.

You were so pretty...

What was he going to do with you?

He should see what was the matter.

Maybe it was a test coming up, or an unfinished homework assignment, possibly a teacher being rude to you again, but worrying causes wrinkles! With or without them you would continue to be divine, but still!

At that moment, he heard a choked sob slip past your lips.

Worried, he regrettably peeled himself off of you and saw that you were hiccupping into your hand, trying to stop yourself from crying and making a mess of yourself and Asmo's bed.

"Oh, sweetie..." Asmo murmured, pulling you into his lap, "You can go ahead and cry, don't hold it in like this!"

With his permission, you start crying like a baby into his shoulder.

He held your head, pressing kisses to your temple and rocking you gently from side to side.

"Oh, baby..." He whispers, patting your back, "You have to tell me when you're feeling bad... Don't bottle everything up."

You sob an 'I'm sorry', but Asmodeus wouldn't hear it.

"Don't you dare apologize for crying. I'm right here for you, always. Okay?"

That only made you cry harder.

'Worried' could describe Asmo when he first gathered you into his arms. 'Panicking' is how the demon was feeling when you refused to stop sobbing into his shoulder.

Something was seriously wrong and he needed to get to the bottom of it before it became difficult for you to breathe and you got even more panicked.

"Baby, hey, look at me sweetheart," He murmurs, lifting your head up to face him, "You've gotta stop crying, okay? Can you try and calm down for me? I know you can do it, just take deep breaths for me, kay?"

You wiped your eyes on your sleeves way too harshly for his liking, and he grasped your wrists and put them in your lap.

"Inhale with me, come on sweets, you can do it."

You try to inhale, but your lips trembles and you can't help but let out another sob or two, covering your face in your hand, muttering apologies and trembling.

Asmodeus tried again, pulling your hands down and holding his face in his hands, showing you how to take deep breaths and holding your gaze and refusing to let it go.

"Yes, good job!" He smiled rubbing your lower back when you began mimicking his example, "I knew you could do it, hey, don't stop yet honey, you're really wound up..."

You pull your eyes away from his with great effort as it was unbearable to stare into those earnest sunset eyes any longer.

You were repulsed at the thoughts clouding your mind.

How could you call yourself a good girlfriend? You were terrible really, doubting the man you called your boyfriend and lover the moment the shadow of jealousy turned into a rumor.

You apologized again, gripping his hand tightly.

"What did I say?" He says gently, patting your thigh, "No apologies for showing emotion. Got it?"

You nod mutely.

"Asmo?"

"Yes baby?"

"Are you... Are you just using me for my body?"

You felt him stiffen.

Tears flooded your eyes again, dripping into your lap before you could stop them.

Asmo opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Of... Of course, he wasn't... He didn't need anyone else, only you.

Why didn't you trust him?

All these months of bonding behind closed doors, Asmodeus fighting his sin so vehemently he forgot who 'Asmodeus' really was, and hours upon hours of just thinking about how beautiful you were and that you deserved better than him. He had just begun to believe that maybe, just maybe he was worthy of your limitless affection, but it was not so.

You... You never trusted him in the first place, did you?

"A-Asmo I know what you're thinking and I'm sorry-"

"No apologies." He whispered airily, eyes locked on a singular rose, one of many that had wound their way up the bedpost.

The response was empty of emotion, as was Asmodeus's face.

"Oh Asmo, you've always been so good to me. I know you'd never cheat on me after going through so much pain-"

"Who said it?"

"Wha-"

"WHO SAID IT?" Asmodeus had flashed into his demon form, angry tears spilling from his eyes as he stood in front of you, exuding rage, hatred, and most of all, despair.

Out of everything he was feeling at the moment, none of those potent emotions were aimed at you.

"YOU'RE TOO PERFECT TO COME UP WITH THAT IDEA ON YOUR OWN." He screeched, "YOU KNOW I'D NEVER BETRAY ANYONE I LOVE, WHAT DEMON IS SPREADING BULLSHIT ABOUT ME AND COSTING ME YOUR TRUST?"

You were terrified, staring up at the enraged demon, tears soaking your cheeks once again, "Asmo, please! Calm down! You're above them!"

Mascara tears lined his cheeks, and he was just about to shout something else at you, but the door to his room was suddenly blown off its hinges, giving way to six more demons with their horns out, Lucifer in the lead.

He looked absolutely livid, especially after seeing the state you were in.

Asmodeus had the nerve to shout at you? Under any circumstance?

Not in the least.

"Stop this at once, Asmodeus!" He growled, standing his ground in front of you, "Any reason you have to be angry at MC can be taken up to me! Control yourself!"

"Lucifer stop!" You plead, "Don't yell at him like that-"

"Quiet, MC." He hissed, "You need to get out of here. He's too high-strung at the moment. He needs to be alone."

The larger demon grabbed you by the arm and started pulling you out of the room, but you fought against him, punching and crying and yelling at him to let go.

Mammon tried to step in and explain that Lucifer was "jus' tryna keep ya safe!" but you weren't having it and slugged him in the nose.

He screeched as blood started pouring out of his face, Lucifer loosened his grip when he heard his brother in pain he hadn't caused and you managed to tug your limb away from him and rush to your boyfriend who had collapsed onto the floor, face in his hands and sobbing.

His wings and horns were gone, but you wouldn't have cared either way as you tackled him in a hug and refused to let go.

Asmodeus latched onto you as well, and the brothers knew there was nothing they could do about it.

Lucifer pulled Mammon away to fix his bloody and possibly broken nose, and the others stood at the ready outside the door in case something else went wrong.

For a long time, you and the Avatar of Lust simply lay in each other's arms and cried.

It felt good to comfort and be comforted.

After a few hours, both of you were dried up, holding hands and staring sadly at the ceiling.

Asmodeus spoke first.

"Do you... Do you really think I've been using you for your beautiful body all this time? I'm not accusing you of anything, I need to know."

His voice was hoarse and quiet; tentative almost.

"I never thought that, Asmodeus. I the human world, there were some bad guys I was with and I guess I was prepared to accept it if you were. You've changed vastly since I first met you and you're nothing like those swine up there." You whispered, squeezing his hand before turning to look at him, "It was a stressful week and then, on top of that, I heard some demons talking about you so I stopped to listen. They were saying such terrible things about you; how you cheat on me every chance you got, you're just using me as an exotic fleshlight, and shit like that. We... We haven't had sex in a while so I just wondered if you'd gotten tired of me. Then, when we were cuddling, I just couldn't push those thoughts out of my head and I couldn't stop myself from crying..."

Asmodeus nursed at his lower lip, scooting closer to you, suddenly cold.

"I could never grow tired of you, MC. You have and continue to inspire me to be better for you and myself. I actually..." He giggled sweetly, resting his forehead against your own, "I was gonna ask if you wanted to bang when you first came into my room. Sex really is the answer to everything, isn't it?"

You smile and shake your head, "Not now though, you need some dinner and some rest."

He pouts cutely, ticking your sides, but he knows you're right.

You snatch his hands away from you and kiss his knuckles, "I never meant to make you think of yourself any less, because you really are perfect, Asmo. No one has ever tried to make me happy like you do and willingly spent all of this time with me. You make me feel so loved... I don't know how to thank you. I just want you to know that I love you."

He's literally glowing at your words, wrapping you tightly in his arms and whispering, "I love you too MC. More than I could possibly say."

July 7th: TWO. MORE. DAYS!!! (for us VIP members)

could you imagine being loved that much?? holy FUCK. is my giant single pringle ass showing? is it too obvious I'm lonely?

the shit I write... it surprises ME sometimes

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trulycertain · 2 years

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I know Crow's careful about not getting spotted, but stealthy as he is, he's also a New Light probably against some very seasoned Guardians, and I really wanted to write some of this flavour of hurt/comfort. Late Season of the Hunt. Crow/Young Wolf pining; warning for it being Crow after a Guardian beatdown. (Not our Guardian, another passing Guardi - never mind, you get the idea.)

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She spotted the pants first, if she's honest. Good as Crow was at blending in, lying still, they were… really red against asteroid rock. She wondered what he was doing, and headed a little closer - Traveller, half his face was a bruise.

She saw him tense, the wince like this was something he'd dreaded but half-expected. His hand was on his knife, quick as a shot.

"Crow?" she said.

His hand relaxed against the knife, started to shift away. There was blood on his knuckles.

At that, she got a little closer. She stood over him and peered at him - even upside-down, he looked like crap. "You all right?"

"Hey." He gave her that almost-smile, but it was tired. He put his head back on the ground after a moment, eyes closing. Weird, not seeing that bright gold gaze, but with the way his left eye was swelling up… He said, with something almost sardonic, "Guardian." Definitely the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth, though that had to hurt the split lip. "You see anyone else on your way here?"

"Just me. One sparrow race a couple of hills away. You're pretty far out." At his little nod, she finally asked her worried question: "Where's Glint?"

"Here!" And Glint compiled next to him. "Oh, Crow… this is why you shouldn't make me hide."

"I can come back," Crow said easily. "You can't. And hey, that wasn't so bad." That tiny half-smile again, and fresh blood welled from the lip.

"Your ribs…" Glint said, in quiet, horrified dismay. He started scanning, healing. She couldn't blame him. Bad enough staring, not being able to do anything.

Crow grimaced at bone knitting back together and said, a fraction breathlessly, "Mostly he stopped at punching. You know, I think they're getting gentler."

Glint frowned at him, as much as a Ghost could frown. "Not funny, Crow."

She barely heard Crow's murmur of, "I thought it was pretty good."

It was just confirmation of what she'd suspected - Hive didn't leave you alive, her other best guess was a Fallen bar fight - but it still sat like a lead weight in her stomach. She suddenly had an image of this from the outside: her in her City armour, him lying battered in Uldren Sov's death rags. She didn't like it. She sighed, and lay down next to him. A few rock scratches to her finish were far from the worst she'd had.

Crow didn't open his eyes, but she saw his eyebrows raise, followed by the tiniest grimace when that hurt. Then a little expression that said the grimace had hurt, too.

She said, trying to keep it light, "This is the only time I've seen you take a rest."

He snorted. "Spider's work is never done."

Glint's Light did… something, and he muttered something she only caught the edges of - she thought it was "Did they have to go for the kneecaps?" - while Ghost asked if this happened a lot.

Going from Crow's tired, resigned drawl, sure it did. "Sometimes I watch the clouds chase each other." She looked over, and there - those bright hawk eyes, open again. Strange how much of a relief it felt. He lay there, eyes on the sky, and added, "On long jobs for Spider. I talk to Glint about… who they're running from. What they're running to. A new life, maybe? What do you think a cloud does, when it doesn't want to be a cloud anymore?"

She tilted her head, metal cranium scraping against the ground. "Maybe it gets a Ghost to resurrect it."

He snorted, and Glint said, "Crow, don't test out those ribs too soon!"

Crow said, as Glint ran soothing light over his face, "Put it in some armour and give it a handcannon, it'd fit right in." At least the eye and the cheekbone were better now. Smaller jobs. She’d never thought she’d be glad to see Uldren Sov’s face whole and unharmed, but - but it wasn’t really Uldren Sov’s face anymore. It was Crow’s. Funny, thoughtful Crow, half the time exhausted from arguing with Spider about how he didn’t want to hurt anybody, the best backup she’d had since she hit the Shore. Some of the best backup she’d had… ever. His eyes were gentler than Uldren’s ever had been. And when he smiled at her sidelong... that was all Crow, and well, it took her a moment to find her words. Though maybe that was just because it wasn't every day you talked to your friend after he'd been beaten down by the City's best.

She thought a second. "Maybe your cloud's just found a place an apartment's cheaper. Or maybe it's a knight errant, who wanted to help people. Try its best, at least. Get out there. I'm no good at stories."

He looked at her for a long moment, eyes searching her face. "I don't know. I think you're doing pretty well." He looked up at the sky. "I like your cloud. He has the right idea."

"'He'?"

"Did I say 'he'?" His voice was sardonic. "Huh."

She said, just to be an ass, "Get your own cloud. I thought it was me."

He cracked up laughing, a brief, rusty little chuckle that really suited him, and then raised a hand to his face. "Ow."

“You all right?” Stupid question, but she couldn’t help the worry.

With a soft snort, he said, “I will be.” His breathing was normal, rather than the tight, careful not-showing-the-pain kind it had been, and she couldn’t see any more marks. He sat up with only the barest grimace - expecting pain, but not finding it. She’d seen enough awkward rezzes.

She got to her feet, and offered him a hand up.

He looked up at her, eyes bright and gold and surprised. It was just a second’s pause, that set of thoughts crossing his face - uncertainty, and then maybe the realisation that she wasn’t going to snatch her hand away - and then he took it, and held tight, and climbed to his feet.

#guardian x crow #destiny crow #crow #nat-20 #destiny #maybe this'll be part of a bigger fic sometime #yes my exo's name is a stupid pun until i can work out a better one for her #my fic

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rowyn-writes · 3 years

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A Mother's Love Part Two

Warnings: Pregnancy, fluff, major angst, implications of depression

Pairings: Dean x Wife!Reader

Characters: Dean, Jack, Sam, Reader, Cas (Mentioned only)

Word count: 3k

You sat on the couch of your childhood home, staring blankly at the T.V. Your knees were pulled up to your chin as you had your arms wrapped around your legs. It had been three weeks since you left the bunker, and you felt empty inside.

Your mother sat beside you, a cup of tea and honey in her hand and a concerned look on her face. "Darling, you have to eat something. I know you haven't been feeling well, but you still need to stay healthy." You didn't respond to her as she set the cup of tea in your hands.

Everything felt numb. It was like you didn't feel any emotions at all. The world felt dull. Like all color had been stripped and it left you in darkness.

"Sweetheart, what happened?" She asked softly. Even though you had been with your parents for almost a month now, you had never fully discussed what happened with Dean.

"Mom, please-"

"No, Y/N." She put her foot down. "You call me one day, clearly upset saying that you and Jack were going to stay here for a while. You get here and you don't look like the daughter that I knew. You've changed."

You scoffed at your mother's words. "I'm getting a divorce, of course I've changed."

She sucked in a breath of air. "Y/N. What happened?" You gave your mother a brief rundown of what happened with you, Dean and Jack. "Oh, honey." She sympathized. "I am so sorry. You know that you and Jack are welcomed to stay as long as you like. I know your father is excited to have a grandchild."

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to your mother. "What?"

"Jack, of course." She explained. "Look at them. Your dad's so happy. It's about time you give us a grandson."

"Lord knows you couldn't count on Chris for that." You rolled your eyes. "He can't keep a girl to save his life." Your smile began to fade slightly as your stomach did flips. Your mom noticed your green complexion and ran to grab a trash can. It was nearly too late as you felt your dinner from last night coming back up. She held your hair back as you did so, calling for your dad to get a wet washcloth.

You felt a cold cloth across your forehead, cooling your body. "Mom!" Jack said worriedly. "Are you okay?.

"She's okay, kiddo." Your dad assured him. "She's just not feeling too well." He mumbled skeptically.

You sat back against the couch, holding the rag to your head. "Jack," Your mom called. "Why don't you and I go make some cookies?"

Jack smiled at the idea, looking to you for approval. "You don't have to ask me, sweetheart. Go have fun."

You mother dipped down to whisper something unintelligible in your dad's ear before going to the kitchen.

"Y/N," He shook his head. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

"Because I don't want it to be real." You muttered. "I don't want to think about the last thing that Dean said to me or the look on his face. I want to wake up and for this whole thing to be a dream. But I know it's not. I won't wake up next to him tomorrow and I don't get to tell him how much I love him." You chocked on a sob, covering you mouth with your hand so Jack wouldn't hear.

"Oh, my sweet girl." Your dad said softly, pulling you into his side. "I am so sorry, my darlin'." You rested your head on his shoulder as tears slipped down your cheeks. "That's not it, though. Is it? There's something else."

"Papa, I think I'm pregnant." You confessed. "I'm late and I've been sick all week."

"Have you taken a test yet?" He asked. You shook your head. "Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll go by the drug store and get a couple of tests, just to be sure, and I'll grab you some food on the way home. How does that sound?"

"Great." You said with a small smile. He kissed the top of your head before grabbing the keys and heading out of the house.

---

Five.

Five tests that had come back positive. Each one that you looked at made your heart sink more and more. "Oh god." You whimpered. "Damnit."

"What does it say, sweetie?" Your mother questioned from the other side of the door. You slowly opened it up and showed her the positive pregnancy test.

"Are they all positive?" You nodded.

"What am I gonna do?"

"I think you should call Dean-"

"No." You said firmly. "I'm not calling Dean. He made it very obvious that he didn't want anything to do with me anymore."

"Y/N," Your mother spoke firmly. "I'm not justifying what Dean said or did in the moment, however, he was just as hurt as you were because you were leaving with Jack and you didn't know how long you would be gone. I really think you should call him. I think he would want to know you're pregnant with his baby."

You sighed at her words. You knew she had a point. She was your mother, she's always right. "What if he doesn't care?" You whispered. "What if he hears my voice and hands up on me?"

"Then that's his loss, honey." She cooed. "The least you can do is try."

---

MEANWHILE, AT THE BUNKER;

"Dean." Sam shook his brother. "Dean. C'mon dude, wake up."

Dean groaned as his eyes peeled open. "What?" He grumbled.

"You've been sleeping in here all night." Sam said, crossing his arms. "You should probably get some rest in your own bed, or at the very least, the couch. And charge your phone while you're at it, it's dead."

Dean stretched add he looked at the empty whiskey bottle set on the table and the picture of your wedding day beside it. It had been a rough few weeks since you had left. "You know I can't go sleep in that damn bed." He growled.

"Dean, I offered to switch rooms with you-"

"I don't want to switch rooms!" He snapped. "I want my wife back."

Sam frowned as he looked at his brother. He looked awful. He hasn't shaven in weeks, his hair's a mess, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"Why don't you call her, Dean?"

"Because, after what I said, she'll never take me back. I was too harsh on her. Plus my phone is broken."

"One, you have ten phones, and two, yeah, you were a complete ass." Sam agreed. "You should have seen her when she left here. I had never seen anyone so. . . Broken before. You know they sparkle she had in her eyes?" Dean nodded. "It was gone. Her entire face seemed dull, almost like she had aged ten years."

Dean put his head in his hands, feeling defeated. "What have I done?"

"I don't know, but you had better make it right."

---

"Still no answer?" Your father asked. You had called Dean three times now and still no answer.

"Nope. Not a sound."

"I'm sorry honey," Your mother sympathized, rubbing your back. It's that anything we can do?"

"Yeah," You nodded. "I need space. I need to spend more time with Jack before the baby comes. I just want to know what it's like to be a mother."

"Of course." Your dad agreed. "Take the keys to the cabin in Colorado. I know that's a lot of good memories there and no pesky neighbors to worry about "

"Thanks, dad." You smiled. "We'll be outta here soon."

"You don't have to leave in a rush, kiddo. You know that we love having you here."

"I know."

---

"Why are we going to your parents cabin in Colorado?" Jack asked curiously as he peered out the window.

"Uh," You bit your lip as you tried to come up with a suitable lie to tell Jack. You hated how much you were lying to Jack lately, but you knew that he wouldn't understand the things that you were going through. "I just wanted to show you the place and stay up there for a little while. It's nice and quiet, you'll love it. It's cold up there and it's snowy in the winter. I used to go sledding all the time when I was younger and then my parents would call me in for hot chocolate and a movie. We can do that together. How does that sound, Jack?"

"It sounds great, Mom!" He smiled goofily. Every time he called you 'Mom,' your heart melted. You loved that Jack felt so comfortable around you to call you his mother. You knew that you would never be able to replace Kelly, and you would never want to, but you did want to make him feel safe and loved. You wanted Jack to know what a mother's love feels like. Jack blamed himself for the death of his mother, and you understood his grief, but you had told him time and time again that it wasn't his fault. Kelly wanted to go through with the pregnancy and refused to listen to anyone else's opinions on the matter. You just wished he understood that.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek, quickly wiping it away. "What's wrong, Mom?" Jack questioned. "Is it about Dean?"

You glanced over at Jack in surprise. "Why would you say that?"

"Well, Sam and Dean aren't here, and Dean hasn't called you to check up on you since we left. I know that whenever you go on a hunt by yourself, Dean calls you everyday to make sure you're okay."

You sighed heavily as you looked at the road in front of you. "Dean and I are. . . Going through a tough time right now. That's why I wanted to get away for a while. And I didn't want to go by myself, so that's why I wanted you to come with me."

"Are we ever going back to the bunker?"

"I don't know. . . It's a difficult situation, Jack. Right now, I don't think that I will be going back home anytime soon. But if you want to go back, I'll take you back. I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"I want to stay with you." He said firmly. "But I also want you to be happy. You don't look happy anymore. You don't smile or laugh the way you used to. You sit on the couch watching reruns of Friends, and I've heard you crying at night. Sometimes I think you forget that I don't sleep very much."

You said nothing in response, knowing that Jack was right. You wanted to call Dean one more time, but you knew it was fruitless. He wasn't going to answer. But you did have Sam. When you finally arrived at the cabin, you sent Jack to unpack while you dialed Sam's number. After three rings, he finally picked up.

"Hello, Y/N? Are you okay? How's Jack?" He asked in one breath.

"Hey, Sammy. I'm fine, and so is Jack. I just wanted to call and make sure that you haven't gotten killed by anything."

"Nope, we're still alive." He gave a small chuckle. "How are you, Y/N, really? Don't lie to me, because I know when you're lying."

"I miss him." You sniffed. "Being away from him hurts me." Your voice cracked, forcing you to clear your throat. "We've been married for five years. And I know that to the average person that doesn't seem like a long time, but we're hunters, Sam. You know how hard it is to stay in a relationship in our line of work. I've been in love with him for half my life, and now, for us to be in this situation, it sucks, Sam. I can't think of any other word to describe it. It really fucking sucks."

Sam was quiet for a moment as he listened to you cry. "I'm sorry this is happening, Y/N. I never thought that this would happen to you and Dean. But I've known Dean my whole life, and I've known you since we were twenty, so I think that I'm entitled to make a judgement on this." You let out a small laugh. "You two have been in love longer than you've been together, but both of you have been to dumb to realize it. You argue like cats and dogs because you're so certain about what you believe in. You're both so passionate about things that you never let up. And now that you're finally together, you have been so happy. Dean has never felt this way about anyone that he's been with, male or female. He loves you so much, Y/N, that it kills him. You have both come too far to for things to end like this. I'm going to tell you the exact same thing I told Dean; fix this."

"I want to, Sammy, I just don't know how."

"Stop hiding, for one. You can't fix something when you're hundreds of miles away." You groaned as you felt a wave of nausea was over you. "Y/N?" You quickly made your way to the bathroom. "Y/N? What's going on? Are you okay?"

You leaned against the wall once you were done throwing up. "Yeah, yeah, Sam, I'm okay."

"What was that about, then?" Sam questioned. When you didn't answer, he began putting the pieces together himself. "You're pregnant."

"SHH!" You hissed. "Don't say that!"

"Why not? Because you don't want Dean to know?" He spoke coldly.

"Sam, please, don't say anything."

"How long have you known, Y/N? And how long do you plan on keeping this from Dean?"

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I've known for a couple of days, okay? And I don't know when or how I'm going to tell Dean. He made it very clear that he didn't want anything to do with me the last time we talked. Besides, I tried to call him and he didn't answer my calls, so don't try to pin me off as the bad guy here."

"When did you try to call him?" The hard edge in Sam's voice disappeared.

"Three days ago, when I found out I was pregnant."

You could hear Sam let out a small laugh. "Three days ago I came in the kitchen to find Dean passed out on the table, hung over as hell and holding on to the picture of your wedding day. And beside him was his broken phone. His main phone, which I'm assuming is the one that you called?"

"Yeah. . ." You said meekly.

"Hang up and call his second phone. Please, will you do that for me?"

"Yes," You nodded, even though you knew he couldn't see you.

"I love you, Y/N/N."

"I love you too, Sammy." You sighed as you hung up the phone. You were terrified to call Dean. You hadn't spoken to him since that night all those weeks ago. You were still hurt, and you knew that Dean was hurting as well, and all you wanted was to hear his voice. You took a deep breath as you dialed his second phone number.

It rang five times before going to voicemail, making your heart sink. Not a minute later, the number called back. "Hello?"

"Y/N." Dean's voice said gruffly. "Sam told me you were going to call."

"Did. . . Did he tell you anything else?" You asked.

"Just that I needed to talk to you. What's going on?"

"I miss you," You confessed. You needed to tell Dean everything, and that included telling him how you felt. "I hate the way things ended between us, and I know that it wasn't solely on you or me. But I love you, Dean, and I will never stop loving you. And I know it's unfair I left and this is how I'm trying to get you back; over the phone. I would much rather be doing this in person. But I love you, Dean, and I always will. No matter what you say or do, I love you."

You could hear Dean struggling to breathe correctly. "Where are you?"

"My parents cabin, wh-"

"I'll be tomorrow morning." And with that, he hung up.

---

You paced back and forth in the living room, biting your nails. Dean didn't say what time he was going to be here, but he just said that he would be here in the morning. You had stayed up all night thinking about him. About the way his hair fell into his face after a shower, and how he always smelled like whiskey and firewood. The way his eyes would crinkle at the edges whenever he laughed, really laughed. But your favorite thing was when you had just finished a hunt, and you would go to lie down in bed, Dean would pull you close to him and whisper how much he loves you.

A sharp knock at the door snapped you out of your trance. "Who is it, Mom?" Jack asked, peering around the corner.

"Why don't you come see, kiddo." You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans before opening the door to reveal Sam and Dean. "Hi," You smiled. Sam was the first to come inside and hug you. He grinned as he pulled away, ruffling your hair.

"Why don't I take Jack into town for a little bit while you guys work this out?" He suggested.

"Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. Jack, go put on your shoes, you're going into town with Sam for a little while." Jack beamed at your works, hurriedly putting his shoes on a following Sam out the door.

"Hi," You said once more after Sam and Jack were gone. Dean didn't say a word as he hugged you tightly. You melted into his touch, feeling comfort in his embrace. The familiar smell of whiskey and firewood filled your nostrils. You closed your eyes to savor this moment. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

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circus4apsycho8 · 3 years

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Hi, I'm not sure if I should add TW, but just in case.

TW:vent. I've been feeling really bad lately, idk why, there's not even a reason, but during like five days the only thing I have eaten are some cookies and milk, I barely get out of bed and I've slept for a day in a row. *End of the tw*

Maybe can I request some comfort for that? Like a oneshot or some headcanons with Sans. I understand if you don't feel comfortable writing it, so, If that is the case, free to just ignore this <3

Of course *hug* I’ve been kinda going through a similar situation myself so I can kind of relate. Just know things will improve soon <3 I hope this helps a bit!

Pairing: Sans x Reader

Warnings: Depression, cussing

You’re awake again.

You wish you weren’t - the thought of being able to just fall asleep on command is enticing. It would make things so much easier, if you could just wake up on command. Much to your dismay, though, that’s not how life works.

A sigh escapes you as the sunlight creeps through your curtains. You don’t know what time it is, or what day it is for that matter. You had grown too focused on your own despair to realize just how distant you had become to others. How long had it been since you talked to someone? Where did you even put your phone at? You don’t remember. The weeks have been dragging by in such a haze that you were gradually shutting more and more people out of your life.

How long have you been sleeping?

Despite being mildly curious about the answer, you make no move to figure it out. It doesn’t matter now – after all, you’ll slip into a haze and forget about it entirely. Again.

And so, you curl back up in your trusty blanket, gradually slipping back into the comforting embrace of sleep.

…

Someone’s calling your name.

You groan as you open your eyes, immediately becoming aware of a hand on your cheek. You look up to see Sans sitting on the edge of your bed, his phalanges gently rubbing your skin as he gazes down at you softly.

“Sans?” you mutter. “What are you doing here?”

“no one’s heard from you in a while,” he notes, voice calm as he studies you. “we were getting worried.”

“Oh...” you trail off, averting your gaze as guilt starts eating away at you. “I’m sorry. I don’t really know where my phone is.”

Sans doesn’t say anything as he continues rubbing your cheek. “you aren’t taking care of yourself.”

You sigh, frowning. “Yeah, I am-”

“no you aren’t,” he replies, tone firm. “look. i recognize this behavior because i went through it during, well...you know. and i know how miserable it is so i'm not just gonna sit here and let you sleep your life away. come on.”

“Sans, no, I’m really okay-”

“when was your last full, no bullshit meal?” he presses. You remain silent, not remembering. “that’s what i thought. c'mon, sweetie. sit up. i'm taking you out for lunch.”

You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before nodding and swiping the covers off of your figure. You sit up.

“there’s the first step,” he notes, voice soft as he takes your hands in his. “now, stand up for me?”

You obey, knees a bit wobbly, but you manage.

“good. now, let me get you a bath running,” he says, leading you to your bathroom. You watch in silence as he plugs the drain before turning on the water.

“hop in. i'm going to go grab some stuff while you bathe. and as a warning, the water is going to be a little cold, but trust me when i say that it’ll help you feel better.”

“Okay,” you reply, watching as he closes the door. You strip and test the temperature of the water. He was right – it is cold. You decide to suck it up since you ghosted everyone for however long. You put your foot in, then your other one, and finally, you’re able to sit down completely.

Goosebumps cover your body as you notice that bubbles are forming in the bath. Ooh, fun. You begin washing yourself, realizing just how long it’s been since you’ve taken the time to care for yourself like this.

A few minutes after you’re finished washing, you hear a knock coming from the door. You sink below the bubbles so that only your head is visible.

Sans enters, equipped with a towel and a fresh set of clothes for you.

“all clean?” he questions.

“Yep,” you reply.

“all right. i'll drop these off so you can dry off and get dressed.”

With that, he exits once more, prompting you to stand and rinse off before unplugging the drain and watching as the water level lowers. Once you’re rinsed off, you step out of the tub as you grab the towel. A smile crosses your face as you realize Sans must have put in the dryer for you so that it’d be warm.

Once you’re dry, you throw on the clothes Sans had chosen for you. It’s a comfy outfit that leaves you feeling refreshed as you ball up your old clothes and step out of the bathroom. You toss your dirty clothes where they belong before going downstairs to see Sans waiting for you.

“Thank you for warming up my towel,” you say. “That was really nice of you.”

“no problem. ‘s a trick i stole from tori, heh. works like a charm.”

You nod. “I appreciate it.”

“like i said, ‘s no problem. now, let’s head to grillby’s.”

“Are we teleporting?” you ask as you follow him out of the door.

“no, we’re gonna walk so that way you can get some fresh air and a nice change of scenery.”

“Sounds good.”

With that, the two of you get started on your walk to Grillby’s. You feel alert and refreshed for the first time in a long while, and it’s a nice change. A small smile worms its way onto your lips as you close your eyes, thinking about how much you had missed the feeling of the breeze tousling your hair. Wow. It really has been a while since you’ve come outside.

“how you doing?”

“Better,” you say simply, not opening your eyes.

“’m glad,” he replies. “i remember when i was stuck in the underground during the reset phase, i stopped going outside because i didn’t think there was any point. but i was so grateful when i did, because it reminded me about appreciating the good in life.”

You nod, opening your eyes slowly. “Yeah. I never really noticed...”

“stuff like that gets overlooked when you start feeling down,” he notes. “that’s why you need to take good care of yourself. c'mon, let’s go grab something to eat.”

“I didn’t even realize how hungry I am,” you note as Sans pulls you inside.

"it's ok. just eat a good meal, on my tab," he says with a wink.

You smile, once again grateful for his company as the two of you eat one of the most memorable lunches you've ever had.

#undertale #undertale x reader #sans x reader #hurt/comfort #reader insert

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murderousginger · 3 years

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Starlet

Angel on Fire Chapter 3

John Shelby x reader

Word count: 2,308

Warnings: They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

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John woke you up Saturday morning knocking at your door. You cracked open the door confused, looking a mess with your hair in every direction.

"I thought you said afternoon," you yawned as you leaned your temple on the doorframe. "It's ten in the morning."

"Late night out?" John laughed. "I've got biscuits if you've got tea."

"Come 'round then," you said as you opened the door to let him in before you closed the door and pointed him to the kitchen. "I need to change if you're sticking around. I'll get the kettle going in a moment."

"I'll start it," John said as his eyes flickered across your night slip. "Although I wouldn't mind you staying as is."

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him as you walked toward your bedroom. A few steps down the hallway, you stretched your arms high, feeling the soft fabric raise up your thighs. You heard a soft groan behind you and looked over your shoulder to see John's eyes glued to your legs and ass while he bit his lip.

"John," you smiled. "Stop staring at my ass, John boy."

"Then stop teasing me, woman," he answered without looking up. "Are you sure you have to change? Maybe we could just stay here for the day instead. My plans aren't near as interesting as what's under that slip."

You reached your bedroom door and smiled at him at the end of the hallway before closing the door without an answer. You changed quickly into a simple but nice cotton dress, unsure of where John was wanting to take you, especially after he arrived so early. You tried to tame your hair as much as possible and look presentable.

When you went back into the kitchen, John had already found the cups and poured you both tea as well as had biscuits out waiting. He sat at your table and read the paper that he brought in from your step.

"You look comfortable," you said playfully as you sat down and took a biscuit.

John looked up from the paper and set it down, smiling as he looked you over.

"You clean up fast," he said. "Almost no time and you're a starlet again."

"I'm no Clara Bow," you laughed. "I did get the Blinders a good bit of money last night, though. I'm sure the boys were excited to report their earnings."

"I'm sure they were," John said as he leaned forward. "But how was your night? Did you enjoy it or were you just going through the motions?"

You sipped your tea, unsure how to answer. You hadn't been asked what you felt in a long time. Have you ever?

"I honestly don't know what I enjoy anymore," you shrugged. "I've been doing this so long."

"We should fix that," John said with a sad smile.

The rest of breakfast was smiles and small talk. It felt right to have John in your home sharing breakfast. Easy.

After you both had your fill, you got into his car and were on your way to your destination, wherever that was. You noticed quickly that John was heading out of town into the countryside. The sky was clear and promised a nice day. The ride was quiet, but comfortable. You couldn't help but gasp as John turned into a drive for a giant countryside house.

"Welcome to Arrow House," he chuckled as your mouth gaped. "Tommy said we had run off the land this morning. I thought it could be fun to wander the woods. Maybe teach you to shoot. Have a picnic midday?"

Your eyes couldn't leave the expanse of house in front of you, but you heard his door open and moments later he opened your door and took your hand.

"I know," he said as he lifted your hand and kissed it before he intertwined his fingers with yours. "I'll get you a tour. But let's go wander the woods first, love."

---

Tommy's estate was massive. Soon you couldn't even see the house from where you walked hand in hand with John.

You talked and laughed, making fun of each other when you slipped and soon chasing each other through the woods like children.

"I'll catch you," John rumbled behind you.

You were both in a dead run dodging trees and rocks. You looked behind you and laughed as you reached a clearing and John scooped you up, spinning you both before he slipped and fell to the ground with you on his lap.

You both laughed, your face hiding in the crook of his neck as you tried to catch your breath. You grew embarrassed as his arms wrapped around you tighter and you felt a surge go through you.

"As much as I'm enjoying you this close," John said in your ear, making you shudder. "You'll have to look up some time."

You slowly pulled away from his neck to meet his eyes. They sparkled with amusement as he nodded his head to look behind you, helping you shuffle yourself around so you could see the blanket and basket that was ahead in the clearing another 30 feet.

"Bite to eat?" He asked as his nose grazed your ear. "I could always just…"

His voice trailed as he made a soft growling noise in your ear before he softly nipped it, earning a squeal as you jerked to hide your neck. You twisted in his lap again to glare at him half-heartedly. He chuckled.

"Alright then," he chuckled. "Let's go eat."

You got up, helping John up as well, and walked to the blanket and basket. John sat down and started to unload the food, letting you pick what you wanted first. You picked up a strawberry, taking a bite before deciding to tell him.

"You got the office hens clucking," you chastised playfully, pulling at the grass under your fingers at the edge of the blanket.

"I have absolutely no idea what you are on about," John chuckled, trying to look innocent as a smile creeped upon his face.

"I'm quite sure you do," you said, watching him closely. "Walking in wearing a man's coat was the highlight of their gossip week. And the fact it was so much bigger than say Finn or Isaiah," you drawled as he broke into a triumphant smile. "They nearly lost their minds trying to figure out who I was a trollop for the night before."

"Hmm," John said, failing to suppress his satisfaction. "So what will you tell them?"

"I think," you said as you leaned closer to him conspiratorially until your strawberry stained lips barely ghosted his. "I'll tell them that a nice gangster gave me his coat and took me home when I was stranded."

You looked up from his lips to his now cloudy blue eyes that were losing focus rapidly. You noticed him twitch in his skin, but he stayed still.

"I think you're playing the long game and trying to seduce me, John Shelby," you sigh, licking your lips and grazing your tongue against his in the process. "My only thought is, why do you want to seduce your little brother's bait girl?"

"I think at the moment, the bait girl is seducing me," John whispered, his voice gravelly with lust. "If I didn't know better I would say you were testing me."

"I'm not the only one with a reputation," you whispered as you trailed a hand up the buttons of his shirt. "And this isn't your normal dealings with women. Being a gentleman? Making a picnic? Unheard of for the great Shelby loverboy."

"It's not," John gulped as he cocked his eyebrow. "Would you rather I fuck you senseless and move on to the next?"

Your breath caught in your throat, and John's eyes brightened at the reaction.

"Or would you rather let me take my time, slow like?" He asked as he leaned his body into you. You nodded as his hand moved teasingly from your leg to your hip. "You have so many curves I could explore, memorize, please."

John gripped your hip, invoking a gasp from you that he mirrored as his eyes sparkled. His lips brushed yours as his tongue teased you to open your mouth. You lost yourself and closed your eyes as your mouth slacked to allow him entry.

"I could put the mask on and be that," John said as your eyes snapped open and you realized he had pulled away. "I could be the Shelby lover of that reputation and leave after one calling. But you're not the only one tired of wearing the mask."

"So what is your game, then?" You ask, biting your lip. "What do you see in me?"

John's eyes softened but he never broke eye contact.

"A kindred spirit," he said softly.

----

After the picnic, John took your hand and led you over a hill to a stone wall with a rifle leaned against it.

"First a picnic miraculously placed in a clearing," you joke as you nudge him. "And now a gun leaned against a wall without an owner. My, aren't we lucky today."

John's ears turned pink.

"I might have asked Tommy's head maid, Mary, to enlist a stable boy for help."

He picked up the rifle, looking through the sights into the distance before handing it to you. He pulled a few bottles from behind the wall and set them up on the top.

"Now go about," he said as he led you farther away from the bottles, "here. And hold it like" he said as he moved behind you and guided you to hold the gun a specific way, "this. Now, close one eye and look through the little cross to aim. Take a deep breath and exhale when you are ready to shoot. Squeeze the trigger as you exhale, and be ready for the kick. Shotguns can bruise if you don't keep it in the crook of your arm."

You listened and felt John take a step back as you aimed at the first bottle and did what he had told you. When you exhaled, you squeezed the trigger until the rifle exploded in your hands and hit your shoulder hard. The air felt knocked out of you as the bottle exploded in front of you and John yipped excitedly.

"You got it!" He exclaimed. "Now do it again."

You quickly reloaded and took out the other bottles, looking back to see John's mouth agape.

"Dad taught me how to shoot when I was 8," you smiled.

"Then why did you let me take you out here to teach you?" John said incredulously.

"You seemed so excited," you shrugged. "It was cute."

John wiped his mouth.

"Cigars and shooting," he muttered. "Polly aughta love you."

---

"Let's get you that tour," John said, spinning you in circles in front of him.

It was almost evening now and you both had wandered, shot, and talked to your heart's content. John was easy to be around.

He took you into the house and wandered it's halls, giving you fake histories of all of the rooms. In one of the spare rooms, the queen of england had begged Tommy for help with her unruly child. In another, the Blinders had made a truce with a warring family then cut off their heads. In yet another, Arthur had lost his virginity just last month.

You turned to John and kissed him, making him freeze mid-story as you hugged him.

"Thank you for today," you said as you kissed him again and tucked your head into his shoulder. "It's been such a good day."

"It doesn't have to end," he smiled his lazy smile. "I want to make every day a good day."

After that, you both snuck kisses in conversations, in rooms, in John's fake history lessons. You had kissed in nearly every nook and cranny by the time he had led you downstairs.

As you reached the entryway, a car full of boys pulled into the drive and John scowled.

"Stay right here," John said as he let go of your hand. "I'll see what they want."

You waited in the entrance, awkward and looking around at the decor. The sun was beginning to fade on the horizon.

"Decided you were done with the boys and wanted to try a general, eh?"

The voice appeared from a hall you hadn't noticed tucked away. Tommy's eyes flashed between amused and annoyed at your presence.

"Excuse me?"

"Girls aren't made for war," Tommy said suddenly, as if just realizing it. He looked out toward John talking to the car outside. "You're brilliant at mind games and tolerant of blood, but in the end it's the mess that bothers your sensibilities."

Tommy squinted at you, his cold eyes watching every twitch, every breath. He breathed in sharply.

"Just don't distract him from the war, yeah?" He sniffed as he patted your arm. "Women have an uncanny ability of changing a man's goals. Of causing blinding epiphanies that lead to ruin. So don't, yeah?"

"Yeah," you whispered.

Tommy left you, going outside to deal with his visitors.

---

When John returned, he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Tommy stopped to talk to you," John said with a frown. "What did he say?"

"He called you a general."

"S'pose I am," John said as he wrapped you closer to him and kissed the top of your head. "What else?"

"Nothing important," you said as you placed your hand on his chest and summed up a smile before you kissed him. John accepted your kiss with a frown.

"Doesn't sound like Tommy," he said. "He never talks unless he thinks it's important."

"He was just being polite, is all."

"That doesn't sound like Tommy, either," John chuffed, looking worriedly outside.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #john shelby #storytime with murderousginger #john shelby x reader

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I saw this prompt for feysand and i would love to see your take on it - I get stuck with a late class that doesn’t end until 9pm and I’m always anxious about walking across the campus to the dorms, so you offer to walk with me and one night, I find out that it’s in the exact opposite direction that you need to go in

I've really been enjoying your writing!!❤

AN: I took it and ran, and ran, and kept running. Thank-you so, SO much for sending it my way! This was a great prompt that had fun with. I’m glad you’ve been liking my stuff, it means a lot! ~5.5kwords

TW: Brief talk about death, anxiety, depression, fear.

Worth It

Seated at a canvas with paints or pencils in hand, Feyre was unstoppable. She could create landscapes with ease or depict a simple still life and turn it into something far greater. Art was where she lived.

Not in a basement classroom learning about Prythian history.

There wasn’t anything wrong with history, especially when it was as rich and vibrant as Prythia. But talking about wars, treaties, and assassinations could only be discussed for so long.

Of course, it didn’t help that Feyre was dyslexic, but she didn’t talk about that.

She glanced around the room, trying to see if anyone else was as bored as she was. It was the first day of class and she was the only one not taking extensive notes. Well, she and a guy at the front of the room. All Feyre could see was the back of his head. His hair was dark as midnight and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up as he sat at his desk. He didn’t even have a textbook with him.

Feyre forced herself to pay attention as the Professor finally shut down the slide show presentation.

“Make sure you look of the syllabus,” Dr. Wesson addressed the class. She was a small woman with rich brown hair and a plain green dress. “It outlines the schedule of tests and essays. None of the dates will be altered. My TA will be at your disposal.”

Dr. Wesson nodded to the guy with the black hair and gestured for him to stand up.

And just like that, the class was the most fascinating thing in the world.

He was tall, taller than he’d originally appeared. His warmly tanned skin made his violet blue eyes bright and eager. A sly sort of smile traced his mouth as he observed the class.

“Call me Rhysand,” he said, “I’m working on my masters specifically in the historical aspect of how literature was shaped by wars in the land. I’m always glad to help with your questions. Just make sure you email me to set something up.”

The girls next to Feyre whispered to each other, exchanging significant looks. Feyre exchanged a significant look with the amount of reading and writing that was required.

Hell. It was going to be a long semester.

The class dismissed right at nine o’clock, much to Feyre’s relief. While most of the students flocked to the front of the room to either gawk at the TA or further discuss issues with the Professor, Feyre left the class. Already she could feel her dread pooling into anxiety. Her heart rate quickened and the muscles in her left hand twitched.

She just needed to get home and sit down with a canvas and paint.

As soon as she made it outside the Humanities Building however, the dread continued to tug at Feyre. It was far too dark. With far fewer lights than she’d expected for a college campus. Or maybe it was because there was a thick layer of clouds sagging down and threatening rain.

“Feyre!”

Snapping to attention, Feyre clutched her bag to her chest and found the source of her name.

Her friend, and roommate, Alis waved at her from a path diverging deeper on to campus. Her dark hair hung in waves down her back and the jacket she wore was flattering against her curves.

Feyre let out a long, releieved breath and plastered a smile on her face. Quickly, she moved toward her friend.

“Hey,” Feyre greeted and accepted a hug from the smaller girl. “What are you doing here?”

“I know you had a late class,” Alis explained, “and I knew it was with Wesson. I heard the woman is miserable. So intense. But--I mean--you’re going to do great. Your always so creative with everything I’m sure she’ll love you. Anyway, I was finishing up buying my books for the semester and thought I’d meet up with you.”

Feyre smiled as Alis spoke, grateful for the small distraction. Even if it was slightly horrific in thinking about trying to get on a professor’s good-side.

“Thanks,” Feyre said, “I appreciate it. It was a bit intimidating.”

“I think everyone just likes making freshman miserable,” Alis said. Alis was technically a junior, but had changed her major four times and couldn’t decide on a minor. She was not on track to graduate when she’d originally thought, but wasn’t at all concerned.

Feyre wished she could be more like that than the raging mess she felt she was.

Behind them, leaving the Humanities Building, the TA appeared leading an entire gaggle of girls.

“Let’s go,” Feyre muttered. “I’m exhausted.”

By the third week of the semester Feyre came to better understand her relationship with exhaustion. And it was not a good one.

She was fairly certain her body consisted of ninety percent caffeinated beverages and ten percent hot pockets. She’d never been one for eating much. Growing up had always been a struggle in keeping food in the fridge and a decent pair of shoes on her feet. Feyre knew by now how her body functioned.

It wasn’t healthy, not in the slightest. And there was a part of her that recognized that. And another part that ignored it.

Two nights a week, Feyre found herself stuffed in the basement with little enjoyment. Other than getting to stare and Rhysand when Dr. Wesson turned the class over to him for brief instruction.

And looking at him was enjoyment. He was far different from any other guy Feyre had encountered. His hair was kept neat and short sweeping easily back out of his face, a charming smile, and warm brown skin. Not to mention the tattoos.

Feyre had never really considered tattoos as being attractive. Perhaps it was the artistic side of her that couldn’t get enough of them. On him at least. The way the black in swirled on his skin and swept up his arms. It was a shame he never wore short sleeves or unbuttoned one extra cutton at his collar.

Hell.

Mentally shaking herself, Feyre forced herself to pay attention.

Rhysand was discussing scores from the test last week. And, to put it mildly, was not impressed. Oh, there was plenty of good to say. Some of the students were engaged in the topics at hand. Some of the students displayed an obvious grasp of complicated topics. Others did not.

Feyre found herself sinking deeper into her seat by the end of class.

He hadn’t called her out by name, but truly--it felt like he had.

“That’s it for today, enjoy the weekend,” Rhysand called out at the tick of nine, “and remember essay proposals are due by the start of class on Tuesday.”

There was a quick rustle of the students getting up and gathering their things. It was a glorious Thursday evening and Feyre had somehow managed to keep her Friday’s clear of classes. At least something had gone right.

“Feyre?” She whipped around to meet those stark violet eyes. Hell. “I needed to talk to you about the questions you had on the proposal assignment.”

Feyre bristled. And not just because some of the girls shot her angry looks for being singled out by the hot TA. She hadn’t asked any questions. She was just trying to skate by on this class and be done with her prerequisites so she could get into her Art Major.

She set her bag on the floor once more and went to the front of the class. Already most of the students were leaving, far too eager to be done with school for the night.

As Rhysand answered a few last questions and dismissed the rest of the students, Feyre approached. Already she knew what she was going to say.

“I don’t have any questions.” The words fell from her mouth with ease. “I already know what I’m writing on.”

Lie. But a well-practiced one.

Rhysand’s mouth curled in a smile. He hefted a small stack of papers in one hand and leafed through them. Feyre froze realizing that they were the tests from last week. He pulled one of the stapled bunches out before setting the rest down.

“Honestly, I was surprised while grading this,” he said, “I mean, you’re obviously smart. I saw that you were awarded the Starfell Scholarship, not an easy accomplishment. Not to mention your always engaged and taking notes.”

Feyre wished her skin wasn’t as pale as it was. Her skin flushed under his scrutiny, but she tilted her chin up and met his gaze.

“And?” she asked. “I take my education seriously.”

Somewhat. When she actually liked the work.

Rhysand handed her the test. And she saw the grade.

Hell.

Her stomach churned. Roiled actually. Maybe she was going to be sick. That was just what she needed.

“So?” she asked instead. “It was the first test of the semester.”

“And yours in the only outlier,” he replied.

His eyes never left hers and Feyre felt more and more inclined to throw something at him. Who was he to talk to her about her grade? He was just the damned TA.

“Dr. Wesson doesn’t like picking up the slack of grading or talking to students about it all that much,” he continued, literally reading her mind. “I’m just concerned about you falling behind.”

Feyre stiffened and pursed her lips.

“I grew up learning Prythian history, I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she said stiffly.

Another lie. She knew enough that basic education taught and what she’d heard and listened to. But reading about it? Her mind couldn’t grasp it. It had been hard enough getting decent SAT scores to get accepted in the University let alone writing that damned Starfell essay.

“Of course,” Rhysand said slowly.

And Feyre had the sense that he was assessing her. Analytically, carefully. In the was that one would size up an opponent or scrutinize a strange recipe. He was trying to understand her.

Feyre handed him back the test.

“Thanks for the concern,” she said, “but I’ll be fine.”

Perhaps he was just being nice. Perhaps he was merely trying to fulfill his duties as TA. But she had seen the way he acted in the class. At times rebuffing boys and girls alike. Not to mention seeing him around campus tossing a football around with two other boys. She’d also seen him get kicked out of the library for a parkour prank challenge.

In all honesty, Feyre had no idea what to make of him. And she wasn’t sure she wanted to find out.

He didn’t seem to believe her. Not with the crease forming between his brow nor the frown turning down one side of his mouth.

Well, that was his problem.

“Have a good night,” Feyre said. She spun on her heel before he could say anything and grabbed her bag and was out the door.

Once she was outside, she could breathe again. Strange. She often found the darkness, the night, to be so suffocating. It wasn’t long before Feyre realized something was off about the night. And then she realized. Alis was nowhere in sight.

Feyre dug her phone out of her pocket and found a missed text.

Sorry chica, caught up at study group. Probs gonna spend the night at Nuala’s too. See you tomorrow!

Of all the nights Alis could get serious with her girlfriend.

Feyre swallowed stiffly and stared out over the pavilion that stretched between the humanities building and out to the mathematics building. A few pathways branched off to different parts of campus and then there was the main one that would take her to the dorms. And of course, most of the streetlamps were barely flickering to life.

She’d never liked the dark. Never liked what could hide in the shadows. Nor what could sneak in silence. Perhaps it was childish to still hold onto that fear. She was almost nineteen years old after all. Nearly fifteen years later and here she was.

Feyre’s hands shook as she clutched her phone. She could call Elain. Nesta. Even just to talk to as she walked. Though Elain lost her phone even when it was in her hand. And Nesta was at work.

But it was fine. Feyre knew it was fine. Because all she needed to do was walk. And shed been walking for long enough that putting one step in front of the other was natural. Easy. Simple. Yet here she was. Standing.

When Rhysand spoke, she didn’t even start.

“Are you waiting for someone?” he asked.

Myself. “No.”

Silence.

“It’s getting late.”

“I know.”

Silence.

How strange it was, to hear only the hum of crickets and breath of night.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rhysand asked.

Feyre glanced at him. Even in the shadows she could see him clearly. It was like he was made of night, of dark, of the mysteries that she could never lay her hand on. She shook her head. Focus, Feyre.

“Of course I am,” she insisted, a little too sharply. “Maybe I like having time to think.”

“At nine-thirty at night. Outside the least exciting building on campus.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I heard that last year a group of boys nearly got suspended for trying to host a snowball fight, indoors.” Feyre couldn’t help but grin when she saw how Rhysand flushed.

“Technically, I’m not the one who brought the snowballs inside the building,” he said defensively.

“Oh, no, you’re just the one who built an entire fort in front of the main entrance to the building,” Feyre said.

It had actually been pretty hilarious when she’d heard about it from Alis. It almost made her wish that she'd been around last year instead of taking a year off.

“Technically,” he said again, the word making Feyre’s brow arch, “it was my brother who instigated the fight. He couldn’t let his reign be challenged.”

Feyre snorted a laugh and looked out over the quiet campus. It almost didn't look so dark and cold as she'd thought it had. But still, she felt her heart continue to hammer out unevenly in her chest. She couldn't walk home alone. Even the thought of taking one step forward had her clench and unclench a fist over the strap of her bag.

Rhysand continued saying something, but Feyre was only half listening. She was mostly focused on the thought of walking home. She could cut through the Science building. If it was still open. Or she could full out sprint.

“Are you alright?” Rhysand asked.

Flushing, Feyre pushed her hair out of her eyes and nodded. “Fine, yeah.” She knew she had to ask him. Knew that it was her only option despite how embarrassed she might feel. “Could you--this is stupid, so you can say no--could you walk with me to the dorms?”

Rhysand was quiet for a moment. And in that moment Feyre was certain he was going to sneer at her. Laugh. Tell her to get over herself. Just like the others before him.

"Where do you live?" Rhys and asked suddenly, cutting Feyre off before she had the ch

“The dorms on the west side,” she said.

“Alliance Dorms?” Rhysaid confirmed. When Feyre nodded, he flashed her a small smile. “Absolutely.”

Relief pounded through Feyre.

“If you tell me what the deal was with that test.”

“You’re an ass.” The words were out before Feyre could stop them. Not the best thing to say to the TA of a class she was likely going to flunk.

Scowling, more to herself than him, Feyre started walking towards the dorms. She was a strong confidant woman. She did not need him to walk her home.

But Rhysand with those damned long legs kept stride with her easily. And he was laughing. Feyre was half tempted to knock an elbow in his side for laughing at her, but his next words caught her off guard.

“I like you Feyre,” he said, “you are rather interesting.”

She glanced up at him. Was he serious? She’d insulted him. She’d barely exchanged ten words with him at this point. And was scared of walking home alone. Granted it was a valid fear for a young woman on a college campus these days.

“Insane is the better word for it,” she replied, mostly under her breath. That’s what everyone back home said at least. In the small town where nothing was supposed to go wrong. But everything did.

“Interesting, curious, vibrant,” Rhysand listed off. “Far better words I think.”

Feyre had never been good with words. Like now. She couldn’t find the energy to respond to him. There was a spark in his eye that almost challenged her, begged her to continue the banter, the little game.

She remained silent.

She’d heard it was a far better mask for her to wear anyways.

The first paper she turned in for the History class was returned with far too many red marks. Far too many question marks. Far too many. So Feyre merely folded the thing in half and stuffed it in her bag.

She could burn it later.

Dr. Wesson ended the lecture right at nine and dismissed the class. Feyre had almost disillusioned herself into thinking she could avoid a conversation with the Professor. With Rhysand. But just as she was trying to maneuver around the giggling pack of girls that sat next to her, Dr. Wesson’s voice called out for her.

“Oh Miss Archeron, a word please?”

Feyre froze. She could feign a phone call. But then next class session the same thing would happen. So, Feyre braced herself for what was to come and went to the front of the class.

As usual, Rhysand looked perfectly unruffled. Despite the fact that Fall was quickly slipping into the winter months, he still wore a simple black button up tucked into slacks, the sleeves rolled up.

“Feyre,” Dr. Wesson said as she approached, she reached out a hand and gave Feyre a firm pat on the arm. “I know Rhysand spoke to you last week about your test. I wanted to follow up, especially in seeing how this essay went. Now, there is still plenty of time left in the semester, but I worry you aren’t grasping the things you should be.”

Blood pounded in Feyre’s ears. She could hear her heart beat throb, feel it in her veins. Her entire body flushed with embarrassment, stress, horror. Everything bubbled to the surface even though she’d tried so hard to tamp it down.

She tried to open her mouth but found her teeth were grinding together so bad that her jaw hurt.

“I think,” Dr. Wesson continued, “that you would benefit from spending a bit of extra time with Rhysand. Just to make sure you’re where you need to be in the class.”

Feyre found herself nodding and agreeing. Her voice was relaxed, calm even. But far too close to breaking.

After thanking the Doctor for her uncharacteristic kindness, Feyre stared and the poorly erased whiteboard over Rhysand’s shoulder for a long moment. With a slow exhale she finally met his gaze.

Rhysand met her eyes with such intensity that Feyre nearly lost her breath all over again. She shook it off and rolled her shoulders.

“Shall we get started tonight?” she asked. “Or I’m sure you have plans.”

“Nah, only kicking Cassian’s ass at Mario Cart,” Rhysand replied. He flashed her an innocent sort of smile. Feyre wasn’t sure if it was one out of kindness or mockery of some sort.

She pulled her phone from her pocket and stuck it out for him. “Just give me your number and I’ll let you know when’s a good time to study.”

Rhysand hesitated on a moment before accepting the phone and adding his details. As soon as she got her phone back, Feyre changed his name from Rhys to Prick. It seemed to fit better.

“It’s not a big deal you know,” Rhysand said.

He followed Feyre out of the classroom. His steps were confident against the carpet that had to be at least thirty years old. Truly Rhysand was an enigma with his ease, grace, and elegance when pitted against the drab interior of the Humanities Building.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Feyre said.

Once outside, the cold night air nipped at her skin and even through her jacket she could feel goosebumps rise. Just like the night last week, Feyre waited just outside the building doors. She stared into the night; across the courtyard she could see a few pale lights from the Math Building. None of the lampposts had been fixed which left most of the walkways in shadows.

Nothing about the night was out of place. It was calm, still, and everything lingered on Feyre’s mind. And just like last week, Rhysand waited beside her.

Overhead, Feyre could just make out the stars. Only a thin veil of clouds hung over the sky allowing a small bit of freedom to pierce her heart. But not enough.

“Could you walk with me again?” she asked quietly, unable to look at Rhysand.

“Only if you talk to me this time,” he said. That cheeky grin returning. And despite how much she hated it, it put Feyre at ease.

“Fine.” She stuffed her hands in her pockets and began walking. “What made you pick history? There had to be something else. You don’t seem the type for old stuffy books or maps.”

“And who do you peg me for, Feyre?” His voice was practically a purr.

“High and mighty sitting behind a desk,” she replied drily. “Running some company somewhere. You certainly have the personality for it.”

He laughed unamused. “If my father had any say in the matter. A degree in history only puts off the inevitable.”

“That’s a rather bleak look on things,” Feyre said. It sounded like something she would say.

“Only if I didn’t enjoy what I was learning so much,” he said. In the flickering light of the lamps, they walked beneath, Rhysand’s expression brightened. “Between the wars and legends surrounding what shaped the country...it’s always been curious to see what we became. What we can become.”

His response seemed so honest, so genuine, that Feyre nearly stumbled. She barely knew him, had barely spent any time with him, yet she was beginning to feel that she knew him.

“So you devote all your time and attention to it?” Feyre asked.

They passed by the last of the campus buildings. A brisk wind scattered fallen leaves on the sidewalks and crunched under their steps as they walked.

“Don’t you have something you love? Something that you feel has changed you and you’d never want to give it up?”

A box of paints. Brushes that she’d had since she was ten. A canvas only half finished. She’d thought she could complete the image but it had been almost a year since she’d even looked at it. But art…art had changed her. Art had loved her just as she loved it.

“I guess you’re right,” she admitted. Tilting her chin up, Feyre caught sight of a small patch of stars amid the inky black sky. Dim but shining still. “There’s always something.”

If he heard the sadness in her voice, he said nothing. Which was partially surprising, but Feyre would roll with it.

“The tutoring,” Rhysand began.

“No,” Feyre cut him off. “Not right now.”

“So you’re just going to ignore your problems?”

“It’s not a problem.”

“Seems to be.”

Feyre stopped causing him him to move a few steps ahead of her. When he turned back towards her, he waited.

“I’ll admit to needing a little extra help to help my tests and essays, but I don’t see what else you’d need to know.”

“It’s alright to talk,” Rhysand paused, something else on the cusp of behind heard. But he restrained, his voice trailing off softly.

Feyre ignored the comment. Talking had never been her strong suit. She was more of action. Less idle, more work. Ever since she was a child it had been that way. She knew why, of course. It was obvious when she thought about it. So she never thought about it.

“What are you planning on studying?” Rhysand asked when she made no effort to continue on the topic of her test.

“Art,” she replied immediately. “I’m an artist. But my sister wanted me to get more of an education that could support me. So I’m just working on my prerequisites.”

“Art,” he repeated. There was a lilt to his voice as if he really were actually interested in what she was saying. “Sketching? Sculpture?”

“Paint and canvas,” Feyre said. “Since I was little. After my mom died, my sister bought me my first set of brushes and paint and everything I could need. She was only nine. I think she stole my dad’s credit card to do it.”

The reality of that had Feyre laughing softly, but Rhysand gave her look that was a mix of horror and confusion.

“It’s fine,” Feyre said quickly, “I’m fine.”

It was a lie of course. If she really were fine, she wouldn't have asked him to walk her home. She would better know how to control her fears, her anxiety. She would be happy.

“My mother died ten years ago,” Rhysand told her, his voice quiet and contemplative. “She’d been sick for a while and we knew it was coming. But for a ten-year-old boy, it was hard to understand. My father certainly didn’t. Still doesn’t.”

They reached Feyre’s dorms then, floodlights illuminated the front street and made it seem as though it were day. Feyre turned toward him and found herself smiling, just barely.

“Thank-you,” she said sincerely. “And I’m sorry you have to be a part of the dead mother’s club.”

“You too,” he said.

Feyre wondered if there was something else she should say. Wondered if he would even want to hear it. It was strange, that little flame of comradery that she felt towards him. But it was gone in an instant as Alis came running out from the building.

“Feyre! Get inside, it’s movie night!”

Shaking her head, Feyre offered Rhysand a small wave and headed into the dorms.

With three weeks until the next paper was due in that miserable class, Feyre spent her free time studying with Rhysand. It wasn’t as miserable as she’d been expecting it to be. Not when she realized he was far more laid back than she’d assumed. And then she’d met his best friends who were essentially like his brothers.

It was far easier to study in the relaxed environment that Rhysand created. And far easier to be herself around him. Of course, it had taken Feyre a while to decide that maybe they could be friends.

“Summarize what the chapter from last night’s reading discussed,” Rhysand said one night as they were studying. It was well after ten o’clock but they’d been given permission to stay in the building.

Feyre pursed her lips. She’d done the reading of course. As well as she’d been able. Most of had been hard to understand. No matter how she tried to focus or train her mind, her dyslexia always got in the way.

“Right,” Feyre said slowly. “It was about the last king of Hybern.”

“And?” Rhysand prodded.

“And he was a jerk,” Feyre added.

Rhysand’s fixed her with a look. Long and hard but still underlined with compassion.

“Feyre,” he said, just a bit more seriousness to his voice.

She sighed heavily and tugged at the sleeve of her shirt. “I read it. I just didn’t understand it.”

Silence.

Feyre shot him a scowl but didn’t meet his eyes. “I’m dyslexic. And History tends to be a bit harder for me to understand.”

Rhsand blinked. Once. But nothing else. No laugh or scoff of scorn. Instead, he smiled and pushed to text book toward her.

“Then read.”

“Read?”

“Aloud, preferably,” Rhysand said. He shrugged. “You want to be ready for the paper and subsequent test?”

“Prick,” she muttered. But she dragged the book towards her and began.

It became habit. A rhythm they fell into for the next several weeks. Rhysand helped Feyre study and prepare for the paper, the test. He walked her home, remaining the perfect gentleman. And Feyre, Feyre relished the time.

It was because he was genuine. Honest. There was something about him, deeper than the intensity he displayed on the outside. And for the first time in a while, Feyre found herself laughing with him. For the first time in a while, she was living for more than just expectations.

He was actually turning into her friend and it was strange thought indeed.

“Alright students,” Dr. Wesson announced towards the end of class on the last day before Thanksgiving break. “I have your midterm tests and papers graded. So now you can either relax or stress even further. Depending on the grade.”

A weak laugh bubbled around the room. Feyre gripped the underside of her chair tightly. She wasn’t ready for this. Not in the slightest.

Dr. Wesson slowly made her way around the room delivering both test and paper. Feyre, by some stroke of cosmic affair, didn’t get her paper until last and the entire room was empty aside from Dr. Wesson and Rhysand. Why was it they always ended up here?

“Well done, Miss Archeron,” Dr. Wesson said. She handed two packets of paper to Feyre and smiled. “I love to see improvement.”

Gaping, Feyre looked between the two grades. Heart hammering, she looked over the scores, brilliant red B’s shined up at her.

“I don’t usually offer extra credit,” the doctor went on, “but an exhibit is coming to the University about the Prythian Wall and it’s destruction. If you can come up with a project to demonstrate what it entails, I might be convinced to help you keep your grade up.”

Feyre could only nod as the professor bid them goodnight and left.

“Well done.”

Feyre looked up to see Rhysand beaming at her and she couldn’t help but grin. She leapt out of her seat and flung her arms around him in an embrace.

“Thank-you!” she whispered. It took her perhaps a moment too long to realize that a hung might not have been the best of plans. She hurriedly pulled back. “Sorry. That was uncalled far. I’m just really excited.”

“As you should be,” Rhysand said. His smile hadn’t dimmed but there was something in his eyes that Feyre couldn’t quite read. “It wasn’t an easy test.”

“And now we have a full week off for Thanksgiving,” she said. It was the best news she could have been given after getting her grades back.

“If you want,” Rhysand said, “my brother’s and cousin and I are having a game night, with pizza. If you want to come.”

A spark of excitement ignited in Feyre’s chest. She didn’t know when she’d developed a stupid little crush on Rhysand, but it was slowly starting to simmer out of control. She should have said no. Or come up with an excuse of some kind. Insead she found herself nodding.

“I’d like that,” she said.

They collected their things and left the building. Feyre took a few steps down the path they usually took to get to her dorm when she paused. She turned back to Rhysand and frowned.

“Where do you live?”

Rhysand looked a little sheepish. “Oh, I live over in the Court Apartments.”

Feyre blinked. “That’s in the complete opposite direction from my place.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been walking me home for practically a month.”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Feyre asked, practically waving her hands in the air. “It’s basically a two-mile walk from my place.”

Rhysand shrugged. “You asked for help and I wanted to give it.”

Feyre stared at him. Her coat and scarf bunched around her neck, even though the night was perfectly clear. It was clear enough that she could see the billions of stars overhead. She could see them sparking in the black night. And for one she wasn’t overcome with her usual anxiety. Her usual fears. Instead, all she would do was stare at Rhysand.

“Why would you do that?” she insisted.

Rhysand opened and closed his mouth a few times. “Because you were worth it.”

His simple words hung between them and Feyre had a hard time knowing what to say or how to react. So she merely smiled and hooked her arm with his.

“Tell me about game night. Am I going to wind up on some snipe hunt?”

“Oh no, you and I are going to gang up against Cassian and beat him at Mario Cart.”

Feyre laughed. “Sounds like a plan.”

And she realized that she wouldn’t mind if that’s how the rest of her nights played out. Late hours of laughs and friends, being around people--one person--who made her feel better than she had in a long time.

No, she wouldn’t mind it at all.

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Love is in the Air or Not | Kuroo Tetsuro + Yaku Morisuke

SYNOPSIS: Harry Potter AU - Two boys are pining for you.

READER: female

WORDS: 2093

WRITTEN: 03/17/2021

NOTES: I rewrote this a lot of times and I read it so many times that I started hating it, so I'm not sure if anyone will actually enjoy it but I spent too much time on it.

You were one of the rare girls who didn't give into Kuroo. He was known at Hogwarts for being a player and being absolutely wicked at sex. It was why girls always crawled to him—but not you.

He wanted to know why it was so easy for you to resist his charms. He thought he was quite attractive, and for you to not agree was an insult.

Kuroo approached you while you were talking to a friend. You slowly turned around and looked up at the tall man as your friend shuffled away.

He grinned at you. "Go out with me."

You laughed with a smile as you reached up to fix his tie. "You're crazy."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Is that a no?"

"It's a big no."

"Why not? I'm a catch," he said.

"Because it's obvious you just want to fuck me," you retorted.

"Aren't you even a bit curious?" he asked.

"No, but I am hungry," you said as you walked away from him to grab a muffin.

You didn't care for relationships or boys, so Kuroo was a no-go for you. You cared more about your friends and getting good grades.

The next day, Kuroo approached you once more in the common room. It was times like this where you wished you were sorted into a different House.

"Go out with me?" Kuroo asked with a flower bouquet in his hand.

The flowers looked as if he pulled them out of the dirt from the courtyard, and you wouldn't be surprised if he did.

You shook your head. "I'm not taking these."

Kuroo's arm swung back to his side. "Why not? Girls like flowers."

You fought back the urge to snatch those flowers and smack him on the head with it. "Not all girls like flowers and not all of them want to have sex with you," you retorted.

You left the common room without taking the flowers. Yaku walked in the room with a muffin in his hand and a book wedged in his armpit.

"Feels bad, doesn't it?" Yaku asked.

Kuroo's eye twitched. "Mouthy already, huh?"

"You tell me."

"Smartass," Kuroo commented with a snort.

"I don't know. Why don't you ask my ass? Here, it's been really calm today."

Yaku turned around and stuck his butt out. Kuroo rolled his eyes and shoved his back before smacking him with the flowers. Yaku turned back and whacked him in the face with his book.

"Dick," Kuroo muttered.

"Asshole," Yaku retorted. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe Y/N doesn't like you?"

"Every girl likes me. They just want to be fucked."

Yaku rolled his eyes. "I'm going to the library. You're annoying the fuck out of me."

"Please do, midget."

Yaku ignored him and walked toward the library with his school bag. He didn't expect to see you there, standing by a bookcase though. He approached you hesitantly and you smiled faintly once you saw him.

"Hey, Yaku," you greeted.

"Hey, Y/N. How's your day so far?" he asked.

"Kuroo hasn't stopped bothering me. It's a miracle he's not here right now. You didn't shrink him and hide him in your robes, did you?"

Yaku smiled as he stuck his hand in his robes and patted his body.

"I don't think he's in there, but if he is, then I probably squished him by then."

You chuckled. "With that ego of his, there's no way we'll be able to shrink him."

He snorted. "You can say that again. I could power a whole town with that ego."

"Try the whole world," you retorted.

The two of you paused before bursting out in laughter. Students nearby curiously looked at you and the librarian shushed you. The two of you zipped your mouths and did your best to not laugh.

You never failed to make him laugh. It was why he liked spending time with you.

The two of you met in your first year and it wasn't difficult to become friends with him. He was a bit shy at first, but eventually came out of his shell when you started smiling and telling jokes to him during class.

"What are you studying for?" you asked.

"Charms," he answered. "You?"

"Potions."

Yaku nodded. "My best subject is Potions."

"And my best subject is Charms," you replied.

"Wanna be study partners?" he asked as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"It would be an honor."

The librarian shushed you again.

The two of you looked at each other before forcing down your laughter.

You enjoyed spending time with Yaku. He was humble, smart, and had a wicked sense of humor.

"Y/N, another Outstanding for you!" the professor said as he passed back your test.

You smiled gratefully. Charms always came naturally to you.

"Kuroo, Poor. Was this lesson too difficult for you? You usually do so well."

"Ah, well, I've been a bit under the weather. Maybe Y/N could tutor me since she's so smart," said Kuroo lazily.

"That sounds wonderful!" the professor exclaimed.

You froze and dropped the book you were holding onto the desk. "Please repeat that, Professor. I'm afraid my hearing is a bit wonky these days."

"You should tutor Kuroo!" he repeated. "Lunch is about to start, so everyone may leave. Y/N, I expect you to help Kuroo raise his grades."

You and Kuroo left the room, side-by-side.

"There's no way you purposely failed that test to get me to tutor you, did you?" you asked.

"Who knows?" he questioned with a smirk.

Truth was, he did fail on purpose to get time with you. But it wasn't because he had a crush on you.

He didn't do crushes. It was difficult for him to get attached to someone because no one was worth his time.

"Your technique is all wrong," you critiqued. "Why do you move your arm around like a dead worm?"

After class, you immediately dragged him to a corner of the library to coach him.

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "You're meaner than you look," he said. "Everyone thinks you're this saint, but you're really not."

You raised an eyebrow. "I think I'm pretty nice."

"If you're nice, then go out with me," he countered.

"I'm not that nice."

"Are you sure? I'm pretty cute," he said.

"That's a good joke," you retorted.

He rolled his eyes. "Okay, but I actually do have a good joke. Why did the ketchup blush?"

"I don't know. I don't like ketchup."

"He saw the salad dressing."

You blinked. "That's...horrible. Are you a dad? You're making dad jokes!"

"Hey, they're good! Look, look, I have another one, okay? What's the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball? A man will actually search for a golf ball."

You snorted. "Okay, that's actually—" You started laughing. "That's actually pretty funny."

Kuroo never noticed how cute your laugh and snort was. He liked it when you loosened up around him, so he continued to tell bad jokes.

"Stop making me laugh!" you scolded. "I'm supposed to be tutoring you!"

Kuroo laughed in return. "Think of this as a break!"

"We've had a ten-minute break with me laughing and you telling jokes!"

Other students in the library were starting to get annoyed with the two. At first, they were intrigued by you spending time with Kuroo, but they started to get annoyed with how loud you were.

"There's nothing wrong with that," Kuroo responded.

"Maybe. Unless you're actually failing Charms."

"I'm not. I'm actually smart, you know."

You hummed. "No, I don't think I know."

"Will you go out with me?" he asked again.

It was so sudden, that you didn't know what to say. And when you looked at how serious he was, you nearly agreed.

But you had never dated someone before, and Kuroo was known for being a player.

"No," you said softly. "But for good reason. Maybe you should ask out someone else? Like you said, you're a catch."

He nodded. His mouth felt a bit dry and there was a bad taste in his mouth. He felt a bit uncomfortable but understood what you meant.

The two of you met in your first year, but you only knew him through Yaku. Their families knew each other, so they grew up together.

You and Kuroo weren't close to each other, but if you were around Yaku, Kuroo would normally appear to tease him.

Along the way, he got intrigued by how you never gave him the time of day.

The Winter Ball was coming up. Students were asking each other out left and a right. Everywhere you turned, a student would be asking another student to attend the ball with them.

"Are you going to ask anyone to the ball, Yaku?" you asked as you sat down next to him in the library.

He suddenly seemed frigid. "No!" he exclaimed.

"Shh!" the librarian angrily shushed.

"You seem very eager about that. It's all right. You don't have to tell me anything."

He fidgeted with the ends of his robes. "Y/N, do you want to go to the ball with me?"

Yaku liked you. It wasn't hard to tell, and while you could picture a relationship with him, you weren't ready for one.

You froze, the book in your hand balancing on the spine. "I wasn't planning on going to the dance. I don't like loud, crowded places," you explained. "Sorry. It's definitely not you. Um—let's just study, okay?"

He felt dejected, but it was better than you rejecting him for another person. He nodded and opened his book.

Kuroo looked up from the couch in the common room once he heard the door open. You casually walked in, waving to others with a book wedged into your armpit.

He got up from the couch and walked over to you. You paused as he stood in front of you with his signature smirk.

"Do you want to go to the Winter Ball with me?" he asked.

"Yaku didn't put you up to this, right?" you asked.

"No. Did he do something?"

"He asked me to the dance, like, an hour ago. I'm going to tell you what I told him. I'm not planning on going," you said. "Dances aren't my thing. I'll just be in the common room."

You turned around and headed up to your dorm.

Dances weren't Kuroo's scene, either, but he asked because he wanted to get to know you better. But, he didn't mind the idea of spending time with you alone while the others were at a dance.

Kuroo left the common room to find Yaku to get some answers. Because Kuroo wasn't stupid—regardless of how people thought—he knew Yaku would be in the library.

"Do you like Y/N?" Kuroo asked as he approached him.

Yaku nodded, looking up from his seated position. "Yeah, I do. Do you?"

Kuroo scoffed. "I don't know. She's pretty cool though."

"Who knows? Maybe she'll actually end up liking you—when pigs fly," Yaku added.

Kuroo scoffed. "She'd definitely pick me."

The boys stared each other down silently.

On the day of the dance, you were left alone in the common room. The fire was going and you had a book on your lap.

It was quiet and peaceful, and you liked it. Until two bumbling idiots ran down the stairs while arguing with each other.

You looked up from your book. "Really, boys? You couldn't have gone to the dance like the others?"

"Well, the girl we asked didn't want to go," Kuroo retorted as he jumped over the couch and sat next to you.

Yaku quietly sat on your other side. You closed your book and placed it on the table in front of you.

"Fair point," you said as you waved your wand to turn on the radio.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes.

"What are you doing?" Yaku asked.

"Taking a nap. We're not going anywhere," you retorted.

The two boys looked at each other as you drifted off to sleep. You didn't mind their company as long as neither of them bothered you—mainly Kuroo.

"She'll never date you," Yaku said.

"How do you know that? I'm a catch. I bet she'll date me."

"I doubt that. I have a better chance than you," Yaku retorted.

Kuroo rolled his eyes. "A midget like you would never win."

The two began to quietly bicker with each other. They were rivals, after all, and this was only the beginning.

#haikyu x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #yaku morisuke x reader #sfw

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