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#took him on a walk out in the sunlight today.. little man had never felt the sun on his scales before

chastiefoul · 2 months

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—finally giving up on your unrequited love ft. alhaitham

a/n: ouch i hurt myself writing this. wc: 1.6k words of yapping about unrequited feelings

once upon a time you were grateful for alhaitham’s indifference, the lack of anything he was being when you’re badgering him with chatters, a detailed description of your day, concerns over him, and the occasional gifts.

it seemed like a blessing once, like acceptance. the slightest open of the door, thinking you could invite yourself in and he’d embrace that fact. but as his apathy remain constant and unchanging, you’ve come to realization—an embarassing one at that.

that indifference, that should’ve been a sign for you; alhaitham will never return your feelings.

a stroll a day, keeps the stressful thoughts away.

however today’s walk is just not doing it for you, once you decided to wake up from the dreamland you thought you’ve been living in. a faraway and unrealistic vision of a life where you end up together with the akademiya scribe. an exaggerated sigh escaped you at your own daydreaming. usually by now you’d be quick on your feet to visit the scribe, however the overdue revelation you had last night made you finally think twice before doing it. and only because of that now you’d realized just how much of your life was centered on the grey-haired man, which was a scary discovery, knowing just exactly how little you mattered to his.

you found an empty bench mid-walk, immediately sitting on it. you leaned back, both of your hands holding your weight as you look above. the sky was clear that day, but your mind was clearer, as if a thick fog has finally been lifted.

seriously, what have you been doing all this time? giving your all to someone who wanted none of you. alhaitham’s curt nod, his brief and short responses really should’ve been a clue as to how he felt about you. yet you kept being stubborn, and sometimes hope was human’s greatest enemy. what should have been a bare minimum gesture he did, your mind managed to twist it into something more; clinging to it like a water on a desert. when it turned out that was exactly all there was to it—a mirage.

you chuckled sadly. even remembering those pathetic displays, you couldn’t bring yourself to fully regret having this feeling towards alhaitham. those moments where you’d steal a glance at him and felt like the world was okay. you would not allow yourself to forget that as you became more selfish, wanting him to look at you and feel the same. but here you were, reluctantly learning to accept the fact that he may never does.

suddenly a shadow loomed over you, shielding you from the sunlight you didn’t realize was so bright.

a familiar blond invaded your vision. “(y/n)?” he called out unsure, not expecting you to be there. “oh hi there, kaveh,” you lightly said, as if your heavy train of thoughts hadn’t existed at all. you adjusted your sitting position, shifting yourself to the side as you spare an empty spot beside you for him to sit. kaveh swiftly took your silent offer up, making himself as comfortable as he could on the wooden bench. “i spotted you from afar and you seemed a little troubled, hopefully i was wrong?” the ever so kind kaveh spoke up, and you couldn’t help but smile. kaveh always felt like a friend more than alhaitham ever was, albeit knowing him after you got to know the scribe. you weren’t even sure if the grey-haired man would ever mention even a word about his roommate if it wasn’t for you hanging wround on his office on a peaceful lunch break when the fuming blond barged in and yell at him about a key.

as it turned out, it’s a known fact that most people became quiet irritable when it comes to being in contact with the curt and aloof scribe, since kaveh has been nothing but a good friend since the day he gave you a weird look about wanting to get close to the acting grand master.

“it’s kind of complicated to say,” you started, thinking of the words as you went on. “let’s just say i’m having a quite bittersweet moment.”

you rested your gaze on the bustling street in front of you. he nodded in reply, “i’m guessing it’s more bitter than it is sweet?” he asked genuinely as you smiled once more despite not feeling a drop of mirth. “i suppose so,” you replied curtly, not knowing what to say to his keen observation. keen and exactly correct.

it’s the kind of bitterness that lingered. a kind of flavor you’d expected, since you’re the one who put it in. still, when that sharp taste hit your tongue you couldn’t help but flinch. after all, things don’t stop affecting you even though you saw it coming from miles away. you just hoped the sweetness will get stronger overtime, overpowering as it wash down the unpleasant aftertaste.

kaveh mirrored your smile in return except his looked particularly patronizing, as if he could sense your helplessness.

“will you tell me what happened?” his voice sounded gentle, a care you’ve never heard from the man you’d give a limb to for him to say things along that line. how do you even begin to answer such a simple question? nothing happened, and that’s why it was the problem. the fact that you’re the only one who’s mulling all over this, being so conflicted to what he thought must be nothing. a pain so overwhelming that’s swirling all over your chest while his biggest inconvenient that day was probably a typo made in a document made by a lousy student.

the whole thing just sounded so... pathetic.

“nothing happened... it’s just, i have decided to finally give up on something,” you try your best to sound nonchalant despite having no bravery to look at him, scared that he didn’t look like he believed you.

“well, i might know a thing or two about it. sometimes when an architecture project is too... unreasonable,” kaveh paused, the word tasted like a sour lime on his mouth. “there’s no way but to give it up. especially if you take a step back as take the whole picture from many aspects; in my case, there are budget, location, materials, and so on. there would definitely be some regret about letting go especially an ambitious task, however i think many of my past-self would really like to give the present-me a big gratitude for not forcing it through,” he rambled on, despite having no idea what were you referring on. “even sometimes, the reward was just not worth the risk, you know?” he ended it at that, throwing the question at you.

you swallowed on nothing, but you needed that to let out a reply.

“yes, i do know.”

“yeah? does this mean in your case, whatever you were fighting for was not worth it in the end?”

oh, that’s the worst part. you knew, you knew it with your heart, body and soul that it would be so worth it if there’s an outcome, a scenario where alhaitham might return your feelings. oh it would be so worth it. you could smile, just imagining how worth it would it be.

but that was all it was. an unattainable imagination. an ending that you couldn’t allow yourself to be so cocky to reach.

kaveh waited for your respond patiently, but when the silence had gone for too long he moved his stare to you. he widened his eyes, his gaze softened.

“i don’t think you’re as okay as you made yourself to be,” he said softly, as you felt your cheeks wet by the uninvited tears, running along freely across your face. yet, you couldn’t make an effort to stop them, your heart knew more than anyone you needed that. to feel the sadness, to recognize it.

to let go of the fact that alhaitham will never return your feelings.

kaveh was just quiet as you sobbed quietly, putting a handkerchief silently at the space between you both. there is no empty consolation, no comforting words, no small pats on the back. there’s just silence, a little safe bubble for you to cry in without people coming over to you and asked why.

giving up is such a funny thing, how could doing it hurt more than to keep trying even though you received no sign of reciprocity at all? but you knew the answer of that.

when there hasn’t been a rejection, it’s in everyone’s nature to have hope. a hope that there’s a chance of obtaining something you’ve wished for. a chance that something could happen.

giving up means finality. a state of accepting an outcome you hadn’t wanted. a result you never asked for. an ending where all that’s left was what should have and what could have. a harsh reality people could only accept as it dangled the possibilities and visions of what ‘could have happened’ if you’d just kept trying right in front of your eyes.

like chasing your own shadow; a fun thing to do when you’re a child, but now it’s just a fitting metaphor, reminding you of a fool’s way who love in such a pathetic way.

but now it’s definitely a curse. after all, anything that has to do with love was not indifference.

it was never, indifference.

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the urge to write this in alhaitham pov........................ should i?

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writersblog20 · 1 year

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Nobody else but you

Pedro Pascal x reader

Credit to gif maker!

Summary: Your friendship with Pedro gets tested when you watched the last of us together. It was already hard to contain your crush for Joel but for Pedro felt like an impossible task. But maybe you were on the same page all along.

Warnings: FLUFF, SPOILERS for episode 3 of TLOU! Bit of anxiety if you squint, mention of daddy issues (shocker), very heated kiss but no smut

Words: 4,2K

Nobody else but you

You came home late at night from a very tough day and you couldn’t wait to be cuddled up in Pedro’s arms and sleep. You and Pedro were very good friends although you couldn’t say that you and Pedro had a normal friendship. You cuddled together, sought comfort in one another etc. I mean it never got any further than cuddles and falling asleep together. So it wasn’t new that either you or Pedro would crawl in your or his bed. Today was no different. You stayed over at Pedro’s house for a while because of work and he offered that you would stay with him and you had no problem with that at all. Besides, you both got closer to each other since you stayed there.

You grumbled when you softly opened the door and placed your bags on the table. The lights were already out so you figured that Pedro was already asleep. I mean it was 4 AM…. You were partly a concert photographer so you had a drum and bass show, those were always tough, knowing that there was a very big chance that you would be done around 8 in the morning so you were happy that you got home ‘early’.

That’s also how you met Pedro, you had to photograph him multiple times and after that you both just continued to walk into each other. So when you found yourself at a party where he was, you both talked for the entire evening and the rest is history.

You tip toed to the bathroom and took a warm shower, did your skincare and took a shirt from Pedro, putting it on you and tip toed to Pedro’s room. You slowly opened the door, trying to be as silent as you could and carefully walked over to the bed. He laid on his side towards you. You opened the covers and pulled his arm up so you could cuddle with him.

You heard a low grumble, letting you know that Pedro slowly woke up. You laid with your back to him and pulled his arm over your body. Before you could get completely comfortable, Pedro already placed his arm tightly around your waist and pulled you against his chest as the little spoon. “You’re home early.” He mumbled into your ear while his nose nuzzled into your freshly cleaned hair. “I know, I’m exhausted.” Pedro mumbled and pulled you closer to his chest in response while tucking your head underneath his chin. You closed your eyes and focused on Pedro’s breathing as it slowly lulled you in a deep sleep, which wasn’t hard when you felt on the safest place on earth.

~time skip~

You woke up by the sunlight that peeked through the curtains. You felt a pounding headache coming up as you sat up on Pedro’s bed. Your head felt heavy and you let yourself fall back on the bed, letting out a loud groan from annoyance that you woke up while you were still extremely tired until you smelled something from the kitchen. Now that you fully started to wake up, you heard soft music coming from downstairs. You smiled to yourself, knowing that Pedro made you breakfast. You felt the butterflies going through your body and all of a sudden you didn’t mind waking up.

Yeah you were in love with the older man, I mean who wouldn’t be right? He was the sweetest, most caring person you’ve ever met. He was a goofball but when you needed comfort he could give that too. Pedro was so precious that you would defend him until the end of your life. Besides, let’s not forget how excruciatingly handsome he is.

You sat at the edge of the bed, goosebumps covering your body from the cold. You looked around and saw Pedro’s sweater laying besides you with a sweatpants underneath of Pedro. He had laid it out for you. You smiled to yourself and grabbed the comfortable clothes. The hoodie still smelled like Pedro and you couldn’t resist to bury your nose in it once you put it on your body. You were excited to see Pedro so you quickly put the sweats on and freshened up before walking downstairs.

You saw Pedro in the kitchen, dancing a bit to a song that was playing in the kitchen as he flopped the pancake over. There was already an entire plate filled with pancakes. You smiled to yourself and from the cuteness. Pedro turned around for the coffee and saw you standing there with a smile which he duplicated as soon as he saw you.

“Hey! Good morning sweetheart.” He told you with a big grin on his face and walked over to you to give you a hug. His face was buried in your neck and you could feel his hot breath on your skin. You tightened your arms around him. He kissed the top of your head before stepping out of the hug to go check on the pancake. “Did you sleep well?” he asked you with a soft tone in his voice. “Yeah, just short. I still feel completely exhausted and my muscles ache.” You chuckled as it was no surprise. The whole entire night running around to get the best picture was sometimes a lot. Especially with drum and bass party’s.

Pedro gave you a soft look while he put the last pancake on the plate. You walked up besides him to get yourself and Pedro another coffee. “What about you? Did you sleep well?” you asked him. “After you got home safe, yes.” You smiled flustered to yourself and your heart fluttered up by the small but still big gesture for you.

You both sat down and ate the pancakes while you told him about your evening. Your work was almost never boring and it brought some great stories with it. After breakfast, Pedro went to the store to get some grocery’s while you opened your laptop and started going through all the pictures of the night and started editing them.

Only when Pedro came home with all the groceries, did you stop for a second and helped him placing everything away. You saw that Pedro got a lot of snacks and your favorite drinks making you smile to yourself. At this point Pedro didn’t have to do much for your heart to fill itself up with love. “Hey, the new episode of The last of us is out tonight…. Want to watch it together? I’m really curious what you think of it.” You looked up at him “Fine, but you guys better don’t break my heart this episode.” You pointed towards him.

You LOVED the Last of us. Especially Pedro’s character Joel. You didn’t want Pedro to notice your ongoing crush on his character but first of all, the daddy issues that you have are certainly not working in your favor with this goddamn show and second, the salt and pepper hair….. god that did things to you that are better left unsaid.

Pedro smiled but didn’t say anything about it. “So we’ll watch it together?” Pedro asked hopeful. You wondered what was going to happen this episode because you knew Pedro didn’t really enjoy watching himself on screen. “Yeah, we’ll watch it together.” You smiled and got back behind your computer. Pedro’s smile went big, knowing that you agreed to watching the heartbreaking episode with him.

~time skip~

You had no idea how long you’ve been behind your computer editing the pics but when you looked outside, it was already dark out. Pedro was making dinner and poured a glass of wine in for the both of you and made his way towards you while he had to wait for dinner. Pedro softly patted your shoulder and without looking away from your computer you stood up so Pedro could sit down on your chair. When he did, he placed his hands carefully on your waist as a hint that you could sit down again.

You sat on his lap while Pedro rested his head on your shoulder looking at your skills with the editing. You tried to concentrate but sitting currently on the lap of the man you’re in love with wasn’t helping your case whatsoever. “God you’re really talented. I mean, I already know that but you surprise me every time.” You smiled at the compliment. You had only 5 pictures left to edit before you could send it. You quickly edited them while Pedro held you close, his arms wrapped around your waist, head still resting on your shoulder and at this point, you only wanted to cuddle up with Pedro.

When the timer in the kitchen went off, you stood up again. Pedro reluctantly let go off you and stood up before he kissed your cheek. “Dinner is almost ready, mi corazon.” He told you and you felt your cheeks heat up at the kiss he planted there. You were done and had send it to your client and closed the laptop, helping Pedro with the table.

You chatted a bit through the delicious dinner and finished your wine. “Thank you so much for cooking tonight. It was absolutely delicious!” you told him as your plate was now empty. Pedro smiled at you “My pleasure sweetheart, I know you’re exhausted and tired.” You nodded. An night like that drained your energy for at least 2 days after the event and Pedro knew that. One time, he went to a concert with friends were you worked and he saw how hard you were working and running around, sitting or laying down in the weirdest positions just to capture that one pic. Pedro was dead beat after that night and he didn’t even needed to work so he could imagine how much energy it took from you.

You helped Pedro with the dishes as you danced to the music in the background and laughing a lot together before you both plopped on the couch for the episode. You rested against Pedro’s side, his arm around your shoulder and you let your head rest on his chest.

You were met with the characters Bill and Frank and you became attached to them in no time. “They better live a happy life and nothing bad is going to happen to them….” You remarked and gave Pedro a side eye, knowing that there probably something bad going to happen. Pedro just kissed the top of your head and you concentrated back on the tv. When the scene came up where Joel and Tess met Bill and Frank, you couldn’t help but smile. Pedro could you feel smile against his chest and looked at you and the way you smiled softly at the screen made his heart flutter and he couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping up on his face.

Your smile fell when Joel warned Bill about the gates, knowing this was going to get into play soon and of course you were right. You finally came at the scene where people tried to get through the gates and where Bill got shot. Your eyes filled itself with tears and you sniffled, making Pedro look worried at you. Pedro placed both of his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your hair. “It’s not fair.” You murmured through tears when you thought this was the end for Bill.

But when the scene came up where Frank was in the wheelchair and Bill stepped out, you stopped crying and your mouth open in surprise. “Did they just bamboozle me?” you were in shock and Pedro chuckled. You felt tears slip again when the painting scene was coming up and obviously the end….

You started to cry your eyes out and Pedro sat up completely. He chuckled softly but pulled you in a hug. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He told you apologetic while kissing the side of your head multiple times. “They deserved the world. I’m happy that they had a good life together for an apocalyptic world and stuff and that they died happy together but it’s not fair.” You cried out. Pedro smiled sadly at how much you were invested in the character and how sensitive you could be. Some people didn’t liked that but Pedro made sure that you felt safe enough to open up to him and show your sensitive side. That meant that you trusted him and in all fairness, he absolutely loved and adored your sensitive side.

Pedro comforted you through it but you stopped crying when Joel and Ellie appeared again. Every time Joel came on screen he could feel you smile against his chest, making him look at you with a smile. He started figuring out that you REALLY like Joel. You smiled at the car scene where Joel put the seatbelt on Ellie and you couldn’t hide your grin because you were so caught up in the episode. Pedro raised his eyebrow and smiled from amusement. You sniffled when the episode ended and you stood up, wiping the tears away as you made your way to the kitchen “My god what an episode.” You said quietly, still not over Bill and Frank.

Pedro followed you, feeling a bit worried. You made some tea and you felt Pedro behind you, his hands rubbing up and down on your arms and his head resting on your shoulder again. “I’m sorry.” He told you, making you turn around. “You owe me!” you pointed playfully with your finger, poking his chest. “Yes, yes I do. I do owe you. I’ll make you all the pancakes in the world.” He told you, referring to Joel, making you cry again. “That’s not fair Pascal.” You told him, making him chuckle and pulled you in a hug. “I’m sorry baby” he chuckled but adored it.

"Do you like Joel?” you looked shocked at the sudden question as Pedro looked at you with amusement. You quickly turned around to make the tea. "Uhh why you as?"

“I could feel and see you smile every time he was on screen.” Pedro teased you a bit.

Yeah you had a crush on Joel but that was because Pedro was playing Joel. And of course the caring dad nature of Joel but still. You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Maybe I do have a crush on Joel.” You tried to act calm and collected. “A crush even?” Pedro teased you even further with a huge smirk on his face. You felt the heat creeping up and smiled shyly but tried to keep your cool. But obviously Pedro got really excited to hear that you had a crush on his character and asked further like an excited child. “So, what is it that you like about Joel?” Pedro asked you with a big smile and big eyes, his attention fully on you while he couldn’t stand still from excitement.

You chuckled at Pedro but felt your cheeks heat up now that you realized that you had to answer his question. You shrugged “I don’t know, I guess his way of acting maybe? Ya know the caring side and stuff.” You tried to shrug Pedro off. “Awww come on, tell me! I want to know!” Pedro held strong with still a bright smile, knowing that you tried to ditch the question.

You couldn’t look at him while you were debating if you should tell him or not. You kept quite for a moment so Pedro peeked his head besides yours from curiosity. “My god, P” you chuckled at his antics. “Please? It means so much to me hearing that from you!” you smiled softly. You knew Pedro really held your opinion high. “Like what everyone says on the internet P.” you told him, hoping that it would click inside of his head but the moment you looked at him you saw him digging in his memory.

“Well most say that they really like that I’m playing Joel and well you know, the dad of the internet.” He said the last sentence with a proud grin, making you chuckle and shake your head at his innocence and confused state. You walked up to Pedro and placed your hand on his cheek. “You’re too precious, Pedro. ” you told him with a soft smile while Pedro looked at you surprised, his brown eyes big as they met yours. You rubbed your thumb softly on his cheek before walking back to the couch. You could almost swear that Pedro was blushing and it made your stomach flutter by the thought of you letting Pedro Pascal blush without trying.

Pedro was surprised and stood still in the kitchen. His cheek was warm where you had placed your hand. He softly looked down at the floor as he touched his cheek where your hand was. Pedro always had a feeling that you had a crush on him and he knew what the internet said but he wanted to hear the words from your mouth. He wanted to hear you say that you had a crush on him and not on his character. He had a crush on you and he wanted more than your friendship. It started to weigh on his shoulder. Pedro walked back into the livingroom where you were chilling on the couch.

“Can I ask you something princesa?” Pedro asked when he sat down next to you. You hummed a little in response that he could. “Do you have a crush on me?” Pedro simply and directly asked you, taking you by surprise. You almost chocked on your drink and your heart started beating so extremely fast that you thought that it was trying to run out of your body.

You didn’t dare to look at Pedro right now while you started to get extremely nervous. “Ehhh, why you ask?” you chuckled uncomfortable. Pedro took your hand in his and started playing with your fingers. “Do you?” he asked again. You had no idea what to say and got so caught up in your head that you forgot that you stayed silent for a long time. “Because I do.” He told you in a whisper but loud enough to get you out of your thoughts , snapping your head towards Pedro. He was already looking at you and once your eyes met his, your features softened just like his. “What?” you whispered, not believing that you heard that correct.

“I have a pretty big crush on you.” Pedro told you but looked down to his hand that was playing nervously with yours. You placed your other hand on his cheek, making him look a little surprise at you. “Are you serious right now?” you knew he was but still. He nodded and you felt a warm feeling take over your body and you went with your hand through his messy hair. Pedro closed his eyes at the comforting feeling. “I do. I do too have a pretty big crush on you. although I don’t think I can call it a crush anymore….” You confessed. Pedro’s eyes shot open and a smile appeared on his face.

“You do?” he asked a little excited, making you chuckle. “Yeah I do.” You both started to giggle while Pedro placed his forehead against yours. His messy hair tickling your forehead. You went with your hand softly over his cheek, feeling his stubbles underneath your hand. Pedro placed his hand on your cheek as well “Can I kiss you?” he asked you, making you smile like a highschooler again and nodded. “shut up and kiss me.” Pedro’s smile got brighter and softly placed his lips on yours. You both enjoyed the close contact before Pedro started to kiss you deeper and sensual. He tried to show all his love through that kiss and got did it flutter your heart.

You moved yourself and sat on his lap. Pedro’s hand went from the back of your neck to your hips giving it a light squeeze. You placed your hand back on his cheek and the other disappeared in his hair. You could feel his tongue against yours and your stomach released all the butterflies that were stuck in the cage. You subconsciously grinded yourself on him and Pedro moaned in the kiss, spreading heat to completely somewhere else as the kiss turned more heated. His fingers dug into your hips, helping you grind down on him. Pedro turned around with you still in his lap and laid you down on the couch. You both got out of the kiss, out of breath and stared at each other while Pedro hang above you, his hand still resting on your side. He looked down at your body and back to you with a smirk, making you feel flustered. His hand moved from your side to your cheek, his thumb softly rubbing your skin. You felt all giddy with the adorable look that he had on his face right now and started giggling shyly again, making him chuckle as well and placed his lips back on yours.

You put your legs around his body and Pedro carefully put his body on yours, holding himself up by his elbow. The kiss was more sensual and passionate right now. Pedro got out of the kiss after a while and pressed a kiss to your nose and to your forehead. His arms got underneath your body and he sat up, you clinging to his body.

You were chest to chest again. “Can you hold me please?” you asked him softly. “I’ll do whatever you ask me to do sweetheart.” He told you, placing a kiss on your cheek and placed his arms tightly around you, pulling you as close to his chest as he could. You wrapped your arms around Pedro and hid your face in his neck, giving him goosebumps over his entire body. He softly rubbed your back and let you hug him for as long as you needed to.

You softly placed kisses on Pedro’s neck, giving him more goosebumps and his breath was shaky. You got out of the hug and looked at each other before giving another passionate kiss. “So I guess I’m sleeping next to you again tonight?” you asked, making Pedro chuckle. “When don’t we sleep together?” he asked you jokingly, making you laugh and Pedro just looked mesmerized at you, proud that he could make you laugh. “So… I want to take you out on a real date.” Pedro told you. You couldn’t hide the smile from your face and nodded. “Yeah, I would really like that.” Pedro smiled even brighter.

You yawned slightly, making Pedro giggle. “Yeah let’s go to bed mama, you still need rest.” he told you and kissed your forehead. You got off of Pedro’s lap and helped him up, reaching out your hand for him to take. You wanted to turn away towards the stairs but Pedro still held your hand and pulled you carefully back to his chest. You started to feel very shy and giddy. Pedro placed a finger underneath your chin and kissed you again.

Once he broke from the kiss, you started to giggle again. “Sorry I already know that I’ll never get enough from you.” Pedro smiled and wiggled his eyebrows, making you giggle again at his flirting and softly swapped his chest, walking away from him. Pedro chuckled and while he put out every light, he still had a permanent smile on his face.

You got freshened up, got rid of the comfy clothes and put on Pedro’s shirt again before laying down in bed, waiting for Pedro to join you and of course the man didn’t take very long before he entered into the bedroom. He smiled as soon as he saw you. “Hiya mama.” He said with a smirk, making you giggle. He crawled on top of the covers, towards you. You felt your entire face heat up and your smile so bright. Everything this man did now towards you made you shy as hell. You weren’t used to this anymore for a very long time. Hell nobody had even treated you like the way Pedro did.

Pedro sat on top of you, his legs on either side of your body as he held his own up by his hands. He came closer to your face, kissing you passionately again. Your hands found his hair and Pedro got out of the kiss. “I really like it when you play with my hair.” He told you, his minty breath against your face as you smiled out. “I really like your hair.” You told him, softly combing it with your fingers. Pedro smiled at you “You know, I can be Joel if you want me to.” Pedro playfully said but you shook your head. “I don’t want Joel, P. I want you and no one else.” Pedro’s eyes softened and looked like he could cry from happiness while he attacked your face with kisses, making you giggle. He was on the edge of telling you that he loved you with his entire heart but he didn’t want to scare you off. He wanted to give you all the time in the world and letting you set the pace.

He gave you one last goodnight kiss for the day and got underneath the covers next to you. You both laid face to face and stared for a while in each other’s eyes. You scooped yourself closer to him. You rested your head against his chest while his arms were around you. Pedro placed multiple kisses on your head before saying: “Goodnight, mi amor.” You smiled against his chest and he could feel it like before so he pressed a kiss on your head again in response. “Goodnight, handsome.” You told him with all the courage you had. You heard and felt him chuckling. You shrugged “You are.” You told him simply but the man besides you was blushing like crazy.

“Me? Have you seen yourself? You are drop dead gorgeous" He told you, making you both smile. You looked up at him and he was already looking at you with a cute smile. You softly kissed him and got back to your warm and comforting place: Pedro’s arms. You both closed your eyes, happy that finally the secret was out. The air was lighter around you and a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. You were so happy and content with exactly where you were and that was right here besides Pedro.

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Negan x reader - just a day

HI!!! love your work!! Never done this before. Saw your request just now. I want Negan fluff with wife reader. Like they are taking a day off and just chilling together, and Negan told everyone not to disturb them unless they want to die. That's all I got, sorry it's not very creative🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️. - Anon💜

Standing outside, you basked in the warm sunlight, enjoying the way it felt, with a slight cool breeze.

Despite the growls of the walkers chained to the front of the building, it was still rather peaceful in a strange way.

You saw a few guards posted around the area, some workers going about their daily lives like they did every day.

You didn’t mind being at the sanctuary most days, but some days, like today, you were restless, you wanted to go for a walk, so that’s what you were doing.

Gun on your back, you made your way to the exit of the sanctuary only to be stopped by a couple of guards.

“Sorry ma’am, we’re under orders not to let you leave the premises without an official security detail.” One said.

“Negan?”

She nodded her head and you huffed a little.

“Well, I can’t find him, and I want to go for a walk, so am gonna go for a walk.”

“We can’t let you past.”

You groaned in annoyance.

You knew it wasn’t worth trying to sneak past them, they were just going to end up following you and that would ruin the whole point of a peaceful walk.

So, instead, you turned back around, sitting on the hood of one of the parked cars, resting your back against the windshield.

“Negan wants to see you.” Dwight said.

You didn’t bother moving from your spot.

You held out your hand for his walkie, and he handed it over to you.

You pressed your finger on the button before speaking.

“Negan?”

You let go and waited for a response.

“Well it took Dwighty boy long enough to find you. Where are you (Y/N)?”

You thought for a moment, debating on what you wanted to tell him.

“Come and find me.”

You smirked a little to yourself, handing the walkie talkie back to Dwight despite the man on the other end asking where you were.

“Are you gonna tell him?”

“You know I have to, sorry.”

“Come on, there’s no fun in that Dwight, let him ponder, maybe it’ll deflate his fat ego a little bit.”

Dwight chuckled a little, leaning against the car as he lit a cigarette.

“You know the moment you go back inside I’m going to find a new place to hide.”

“You know he doesn’t like it when you play that game.”

You took a deep breath, and shrugged a little bit.

“Yeah, but I do. It’s funny. So, see ya later pal.”

You quickly grabbed the handcuffs you hid your jacket and locked him to the handle of the car, dropping the keys a few feet in front of him.

You snickered and ran away from him, taking his Walkie Talkie with you just so you could keep tabs on where Negan would be looking for you.

It was easy enough to sneak back into the building, but you had no intentions of hiding inside, there was one spot you had to reach before you were caught.

“(Y/N) you know I’m gonna find you.”

You snickered again, pressing the button.

“Maybe you will, maybe you won’t. Do we have chips?”

“Come back and I’ll tell you.”

You found the door you were looking for and pushed it open, quietly closing it behind you.

Walking to the middle of the roof you laid down, setting the walkie and gun beside you.

You closed your eyes, basking in the sun again.

Up here was more peaceful, no people, no walkers, just you, and the sound of the door creaking open, something being dropped on the ground, being kicked into place, the door shutting but not closing fully.

Then steps walking over, along with the oh so familiar whistle.

You opened your eyes, watching as he finally came into view, setting Lucille down next to your gun, and a bowl next to your head.

Negan crouched down, resting his elbows on his knees.

“You know I know that you always come here.”

“Well obviously that’s the point.”

He chuckled, reaching down he placed a finger on your forehead.

“You know why I can’t let you go outside the sanctuary without guards either, don’t you? Because if Rick the prick and his little band of dickwads find you they’ll take you.”

“Come on Negan, you know I don’t like the guards you put with me, they’re load, and always complain.”

“It is a necessary precaution.”

You sat up, turning yourself around to look at him, and you picked up the bowl of chips he had given you.

“I want to go for a walk.”

“Then let me assign you some protection.”

You set the chips down, reaching your hands out and Negan let you take his hands.

“I want to go with you.”

“Now, sweetheart, you know I’m busy, with everything that’s going on I can’t afford to take a days break.”

You sighed a little, nodding your head because you knew he was right.

He was trying to make sure that no matter what happened he would win.

“I know…”

You stood up, picking up your gun you slung it over your back, and you grabbed your bowl of chips.

“You probably should give that back to Dwight.”

“Come on sweetheart, you’re pissed at me? Seriously?”

You didn’t say anything and Negan quickly got up, jogging over he wrapped an arm around your waist, making you stop.

Negan pulled your back against his chest, and he reached into the bowl, taking the last chip and eating it.

You didn’t say anything, and he took the bowl, throwing it like a frisbee off the roof.

“Negan come on, seriously? This is why we can’t have nice shit.”

He chuckled, humming a little bit.

“Are you really gonna be pissed off with me because I won’t let you go for a walk alone?”

You didn’t say anything, but you did bring a hand up behind you, running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head.

Negan buried his face into the crook of your neck, pressing a couple of small kisses to your skin.

“Come on, don’t be pissed.”

You rested your head on his.

“Sweetheart, this is for your own safety. You know this, you know why I have those rules in place, why u do what I do. It’s to keep you safe, because the prick will use you to get to me.”

“Then come with Negan, please. Come on.”

You felt him sigh.

You pat his hand, telling him to let you go, and he did, watching as you made your way back to the door.

“(Y/N)!” He called.

You were gone, making your way back down the stairs.

Negan clenched his jaw a little, walking back he grabbed the walkie and Lucille, following you back into the building.

He knew you would’ve gone back to his room, so that’s where he went after taking a detour to pass the walkie on to someone else, then we went to his room, closing the door behind him.

You were laid under the covers, with them pulled up over your head, your gun propped up against the wall.

“(Y/N).”

You didn’t reply, and he set Lucille next to your gun, making his was over to you, laying in front of you.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Negan grabbed the covers and pulled them down, away from your face, and you turned over.

“Oh come on, are you going to give me the silent treatment until I give in?”

You shrugged.

“Oh fucking hell sweetheart, do you want me to take a day off? Is that what you want?”

You stilled refused to reply.

Reaching over, Negan took his walkie and he pressed to button.

“Listen up you shitheads, I don’t give a shit what’s happening, I don’t give a fuck if you set yourself on fire, if someone punches you in the balls, I don’t give a fuck. If you bother me, if anybody bothers me for the rest of the day I’ll be using your fucking heads as batting practice. Do I make myself damn well clear?”

He waited, listening to the chorus of responses saying they understood.

He set the walkie down and turned back to you, reaching out the placed a finger on your chin and turned your head a little.

“You gonna stop being pissy now?”

You moved so you were laying on your back, and you stared up at the ceiling.

“Shit (Y/N), did I really fuck you off that much?”

The one thing Negan liked about you is that you were just about as stubborn as him, if not even worse.

You couldn’t give a shit about whatever was going on in the outside world, you lived in your own world, as long as you and the few people you cared about were safe it’s all that mattered for you.

Negan knew the extent of your wrath when you were pissed off, and he didn’t like to be on the receiving end of that.

“You want to go for that walk?”

You looked at him and this made him grin a little.

“Yeah, I knew that would get your attention. We’ll go for that walk if you stop being all mad with me.”

You pushed yourself up, and you grabbed your gun, leaving the room.

You knew Negan was going to follow you, he had just taken the day off so of course he was going to follow you.

It’s what he did when he didn’t have to do anything, he would never be all that far away from you.

You made your way outside, jogging down the steps, and you began making your way to the exit of the sanctuary.

“Do you want security?” A guard asked.

“Does it look like I want fucking security? No. I want to go out and spend some quality time with my wife.”

The quickly nodded and stepped aside, and you bit back a smirked as you walked past them.

Negan began his whistle again and you spun around to glare at him.

He raised his hands, glaring at you.

You turned around to carry on walking, taking the path into the forest, brushing your fingers through some of the green leaves.

Negan jumped over a fallen log, and he held his hand out to you, helping you over it.

He laced his fingers with yours and you copied him, moving yourself closer towards him without thinking, but it was something he noticed.

“Not that pissed off clearly.” He smirked.

You let go of his hand and smacked his chest.

Negan laughed, taking your hand back in his and he walked in front of you, making you stop.

You looked up at him, and he let go of your hand, bringing his hand up he brushed his knuckles along your cheek.

“I know sometimes I may neglect to give you the attention you deserve, I know most days I piss you off, most days you probably want to kick me in the dick.”

You half nodded, and he smiled at you.

“But shit sweetheart you are so beautiful… so fucking beautiful…”

Negan admired the way your eyes sparkled a little in the sunlight coming through the trees, the way you would stop to admire every flower you came across.

He was brutal, harsh, did things, unspeakable things, yet you were his, you were so beautifully in love with all the little things in life.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. If anything ever happened to you I swear to god I would kill every fucker who ever hurt you, every fucking bastard that got in my way to get to you. You know that right?”

You smiled softly, bringing your hand up to touch his.

“I know darling, I know you would. I just get so annoyed sometimes I guess, I just want to have some more of your time…” you mumbled.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

You looked around the trees, heading a few walkers nearby.

“We should go.”

Negan looked around, nodding his head in agreement, and you both began your way back to the sanctuary.

He did try asking you questions but you wouldn’t reply, and he couldn’t exactly stop you outside so he waited.

His hand in yours as you both made your way back to his room.

Once inside you both set your weapons aside and he took your wrist to stop you from moving away.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked quietly.

“Because it’s stupid okay? Because I know it’s stupid, and it’s.. it’s selfish.”

“It’s not stupid, or selfish. Hell (Y/N), you should have told me, you know that’s all you need to do. Just tell me. I don’t care what it is.”

He placed his forehead on yours, and you closed your eyes, placing your hand on the back of his head to pull him down, connecting his lips with yours.

Negan was more than happy to kiss you back, his hands settling on your waist.

When you pulled away you smiled sweetly at him, and he gave you his signature grin.

“Do you love me?” You asked.

“You know I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

You grinned a little bit, tucking your head under his chin, your arms wrapping around his torso.

Negan placed a hand on your lower back, the other between your shoulder blades, rubbing small circles.

Negan heard his name being called on the walkie and he grumbled, going to move away but you wouldn’t let him.

“Ignore it…”

“I warned them.”

You looked up at him.

“You can deal with it later, just ignore them.”

He sighed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

“Anything you want.”

You grinned, heading over to the Tv you turned it on and sat on the floor, and he sat behind you, letting you sit between his knees, resting your back on his chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, and you placed your hands over his.

There was a knock on the door.

“Fuck off!” You yelled.

Negan laughed as he listened to footsteps quickly leaving, and he kissed your head.

“That’s my wife.”

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Who? [Kiba Inuzuka]

an: this is a repost of an old story I wrote for @tired-biscuit who we all know is the biggest kiba girlie on the planet. I've reworked it and added an extra 2k (sorry not sorry). Hopefully, it gets a few reads.

pairing: Kiba Inuzuka x female reader

warnings: NSFW, modern AU, friends to lovers trope, characters in late 20s, angst, toxic males (sorry Asuma, Obito, Itachi and Hidan simps!), pussy eating, blowjob after sex, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, biting and marking.

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He eyed you with the utmost disdain.

Glowing amber eyes raked from the toes of your scuffed Converse to the brim of the baseball hat that peeked from under your hoodie. A sleek dark eyebrow rose, stern in admonishment of your haggard appearance and you could scream at him for it.

You knew you looked god awful—felt it too—but did he need to sneer quite so fucking openly? Even from the door of the coffee shop, you knew he was going to give you absolute hell, motherfucker couldn't help himself at the best of times. Some best friend he was.

Kiba Inuzuka appeared his usual well-put-together self, the epitome of the aloof bad boy that most girls had that annoying phase of wanting more than reason should allow. Sickening really, but you loved him regardless. Platonically, of course… of course.

He sat with arms crossed at your favoured table in the back corner, his arms tightly crossed over his wide chest and forcing the cotton of the black tee he wore to work to its limit to contain the muscles beneath. You spied his foot stretched out as he practically manspread in his chair, and the ominous tap of his heavy biker boot sounded like the tolls of a church bell as you walked toward him and your doom.

The strands of his chestnut brown hair were tousled in a sexy 'I just got fucked' style that was meant to look like he had rolled right out of whatever bed he had spent the previous night in. However, you knew the truth of it. That particular look took him a straight forty-five minutes to perfect each morning, and you were tempted to ruffle your hand through it just to piss him off more but you didn’t have a death wish–not today.

You always gave him shit for how long it took him to get ready in the mornings, many a time in your college years you had screeched about him being worse than the girls, and you were not wrong. If any of his floozies were to find out about his skincare regime their little airhead brains would likely implode from shock. Perhaps you should never have taught him that he needed to use more than bar soap on his face each morning, for the man owned more luxury beauty products than you did now.

"You look like shit," he offered with a shit-eating grin on his annoyingly handsome and punchable face.

The onset of summer highlighted the fresh dusting of freckles on his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and his usual sun-kissed skin darkened further from the abundance of scorching sunlight. Kiba was a true summer child, not something you shared with him as you opted to hide from the dangerous rays of the sun until the weather cooled into a more agreeable autumn temperature.

"Well, fuck you too, dickhead!"

You threw yourself haphazardly into the opposite chair, face screwed up from the squeal of metal on the polished floor and pouted.

"Could've at least bought me a drink. Not like you don't know what I like," you moaned sullenly.

Glancing over your shoulder you could see the line was almost at the door, and the thought of standing in it to get your much-needed fix of caffeine sounded like hell on earth. With your best puppy dog eyes, you rounded back to Kiba who was watching you fixedly, jaw set in a firm line.

"Oh no. I already stood in that queue, had to almost sell my soul to Satan himself to get the last apple danish. It's not my fault that you're so hungover that you can't face standing up for longer than a minute," he all but yelled at you.

Kiba was more pissed than you had expected, you must have really caused a scene for him to be this level of mad at you. Caffeine was your biggest weakness, and he knew it. Groaning loudly as you rubbed at your aching temples, you tried to replay the snippets of what you remembered from the previous night.

Anger snapped at your fingers. The burn of absolute fury had you rubbing at your chest in discomfort, and you well remembered the slap you had landed with the stinging pain that still lingered on your palm. A face you would much rather forget loomed into your mind's eye, tall and dark-haired. A cocky lopsided smile on his face as he tried to wave away your well-founded accusations.

Goddamn Obito Uchiha, he was the devil incarnate. Nothing but a cheating scumbag that had promised you the world but in the end gave you only hell and one heck of a headache.

You could recall the heated whispers of your girlfriends, the words that had curdled your stomach and caused your pulse to pound in your ears. Your boyfriend had been seen by multiple reliable sources engaged in acts that should solely be reserved for you. He had fallen back into the arms of his ex, and he didn't even have the decency to end things before he went and stuck his dick in her.

Sure, you could have handled things better, you knew that, but he had it coming to him.

"Kiba," you whined, "I know that I probably didn't do myself any favours last night, but you can't tell me that he wasn't asking for it? The bastard cheated on me! A slap to the face was hardly the end of the world..."

You fell silent whilst his stare iced over instantly.

The warmth of his amber-flecked eyes was gone in a heartbeat, cold fury descended over his face as he leant forward with his arms braced on the table. You couldn't help but admire the black ink that ran from his left elbow and slipped beneath the sleeve of his fitted t-shirt. His bicep flexed as he pointed a thick finger in your face.

"Are you serious? You think I'm pissed at you for throwing a piss poor slap at that self-centred prick?" he hissed through clenched teeth.

"Be quiet," he added as your mouth popped open to shoot back your reply.

"Course he deserved it, and the rest of what he got..."

You frowned at the ominous statement in confusion, suddenly eyeing his hands intently, and as you had suspected, the knuckles were raw and split open in places. That only ever happened when… Icy dread whispered down your spine at the unwelcome thought.

"What I am downright furious about is the scene you made after that slap. Don't you remember shouting your damn head off, screeching like a fucking banshee for 'that bitch' as you called her? Must have slipped your mind that you stormed right across the bar, literally pushing over your friends that just wanted to help and then threw up all over the pinball machine, yeah?"

You blanched, literally feeling the colour drain from your face as you did indeed recall flashes of what he spat at you so venomously. All you wanted was for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, instead, you raised your hands to cover your face, or at least, you tried.

A rough hand wrapped around your wrist and forcefully removed it from your mortified face.

"Uh-uh, I got more to say and you are gonna listen, so perk those little ears up mama. I could forgive you yelling like a lunatic and spewing your load, god knows I'm more than aware you're such a damn lightweight. What I cannot forgive is you running out the door and going fuck knows where!"

He was getting louder and you cringed.

It felt like a thousand eyes were on the pair of you, and it made the introvert in you crumble like a sandcastle being overwhelmed by the ocean. You had wondered why you'd awoken in your childhood bedroom, why the window was wide open and your dad was holding a baseball bat over his head as you emerged from the cocoon of bedsheets. Old habits die hard and sneaking in and out of your bedroom window proved to be one of them even though you had long moved out of your parents’ home.

Your mouth was drier than a desert, tongue heavy in your mouth as Kiba finished his tirade. He huffed through his nose like an angry bull, and with only the jut of his jaw, he silently demanded a response. The problem was, you didn't know what to say, surely you were out of excuses for the poor choices you had made. It seemed like this was a cycle you were meant to repeat from now until the end of time.

Step One – find a new boyfriend who would quickly become your obsession.

Step Two – Kiba would either know them already or meet them only to immediately disapprove and ask you to end things. Ask was putting it mildly too.

Step Three – you and he would argue like squabbling schoolchildren until one of you stormed out, resulting in a period of silence.

Step Four – said boyfriend would reveal his true colours in the most atrocious of ways and annoyingly prove Kiba right time and again.

Step Five – Kiba picked up the broken pieces of your heart and soul, glueing them back together with an ever-patient hand. Although he never failed to tell you, ‘I told you so.’

Repeat.

Shame burned in your chest, the feeling filled you from head to toe and it was enough to intensify the headache that crested through your brain like waves on a turbulent sea. All this and you had no damn coffee to at least take the very edge off your misery.

What could you say?

You had acted like a selfish brat with those actions, your friend had every right to be angry at you and it was only then you noticed the dark shadows that lingered beneath Kiba's eyes. You grabbed his hand and held it tightly in your own when he tried to withdraw, pulling it toward you.

"Please don't tell me you've been up all night cause of me?"

He shrugged and again tried to pull his hand free, but he didn't truly fight you. It was evident to both of you that if he wanted to retrieve his hand, he would be able to do so with ease. He grunted in reply and looked pointedly over your shoulder.

Fuck!

"I'm sorry," you whispered with a slight hiccup, fighting the flow of tears that threatened to spill upon the bougie-looking rustic tabletop. A fingertip traced a gnarled knot, it grounded you and kept you from completely losing it.

"Kiba, please. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I know I've said that before but I mean it, I do, I promise. No more idiots and no more making an absolute fool of myself."

"I'll believe it when I see it."

His tone had returned to a more amicable level, with a smirk unfolding on his lips and you knew that the worst of the storm was over.

Worry had been at the core of his fury, not knowing where you were until you had texted him upon waking at your parent’s house. Frantic fingers flew across the keys whilst listening to your dad's yells of indignation about how you should have used the damn front door instead of climbing in through your old bedroom window.

This really was the straw to break the camel's back.

It was exhausting, the emotional toll enough to have you curled into a tight ball on most nights. True that the highs were intoxicatingly good, but the lows were soul-suckingly abysmal. It was time that you stopped endlessly chasing around after men who were never worth your time and effort. Maybe if you stopped searching, the right man would find you instead.

"I'm done, I promise," you reiterated with a steely determination in your eye.

Kiba tipped back in his chair, assessing your words and finding them to be genuine. His normal goofy smile manifested and it was like the first ray of sunshine you had seen in weeks. He truly was the best friend you could ever ask for, and when he stood with a sigh, you realised you couldn't love him anymore.

"Caramel macchiato?"

Or could you?

–

Kiba had known it wouldn't last, it never did, so why would this time be any different?

The trouble was that he adored you from the tip of your sharp tongue right down to your uncoordinated feet that stumbled and fumbled no matter how hard you tried to keep your balance. The pair of you had been friends since your schooldays and you were both prominent figures within your wider social group. What he didn't like about you, and was not quiet about, was your god-awful taste in men.

You couldn't help it, you were downright adorable so of course, men were always gonna be drawn to you, but did you have to pick the worst scumbags imaginable? He had never believed that one person could get it wrong over and over without at least learning some kind of lesson. It must be some kind of imbalance in your brain and it was astonishing, to say the least.

Over the years you had gone through phases, such as the bad boy stage where you swore blind that you could reform idiotic womanizing players like Asuma Sarutobi. Everyone and their grandmother knew that Asuma could not keep his eyes, and hands, off the ladies. It was never going to matter how many times in a day you fucked him, he was destined to stray and stray he did.

Kiba was there to pick up the pieces, to reassure you that it was most definitely his loss, and no, he didn't think you needed to lose any fucking weight! Why would you even think that? He didn’t always understand women and the fascination with weight was his biggest bugbear.

Then there was the sophiscated phase which he referred to as the smugly quiet phase. Itachi Uchiha was only a few years older than you but damn did he act like he was a motherfucking elder. The condescending smiles, the little tuts and eye rolls at what he deemed to be childish acts and that low almost monotonous tone that spoke volumes about his feelings, or lack thereof.

Again, Kiba had warned you off but you chose to ignore him as usual.

Instead, he waited until Itachi sat you down and told you abruptly that you were too immature for him, effectively breaking your heart in all the time it took him to blink those feminine-looking long dark eyelashes of his. Kiba was there for you to cry upon his shoulder, to wipe your snotty nose and assure you that you were not immature, that dude was just an old ass fuddy-duddy.

Obito had simply been the latest in a long line of utter morons, and part of him had desperately hoped you would keep your word this time. The one thing he was glad about was that you had never dated within your friendship circle, though it hadn't stopped some of the guys from trying.

You would never know about the times he had forcibly taken aside the likes of Naruto and Shikamaru, the muttered threats of mortal wounds and outright death if they so much as dared to touch you. Kiba was always met with nervous chuckles, reassuring pats on the shoulder and hastily sworn oaths that they would keep their distance. Shikamaru had even looked downright pleased with himself, as if he knew something that Kiba didn’t and that encounter had lingered with him for a long while.

It had been a good month since you swore 'til you were blue in the face that you were done chasing men, a record for you but it had all come tumbling down when Hidan entered the fray.

Hidan–a dude who swore he had no last name. Seriously, who did he think he was, the goddamn pope? Perhaps he should have taken that final step much like Prince had done and changed his name into a symbol, it certainly wouldn't have made him any more pretentious.

The man clearly thought he was the next messiah and Kiba had taken an instant dislike to him. This time it was different and he couldn't shake the fear that gripped his heart. Worry gnawed at him, the sense that his guy was more than capable of drawing you into things that could endanger you. The saying goes that you should listen to your gut and Kiba took that very literally. His every instinct screamed of danger and put him on high alert for trouble.

Weeks had passed since you two first started dating and although he desperately wanted to teach you a lesson by giving you the usual silent treatment until you snapped, he refrained. Something stopped him, a niggling doubt that poked him at the most random of times. He wasn’t about to let something befall you on his watch, he’d never forgive himself if it did.

Instead, he watched much like a predator would, assessed this cocky-ass male and learned his weaknesses. Kiba knew Hidan hated to be called out on things, his word was law in his mind and that just grated on the Inuzuka to the worst possible level.

He remembered well the night that Hidan had cornered him as he left the bar restroom, his fist thundering into the wall next to his head in an attempt to intimidate him. It didn't take much for Kiba to snap, yet he managed to hold on to his composure this time. Fought to retain his sanity tooth and nail because he would not play into Hidan's hands, for this was a game to him.

"You wanna fuck her, dontcha?"

"Killing you to know that it's my dick that she sits on each and every chance she gets, huh? Cock hungry little slut that she is."

The inflammatory words had been like grenades exploding behind his eyes, what an utter cunt he was for speaking about you in such a derogatory manner. Kiba had stuffed his white-knuckled fists deep into his pockets, biting his tongue and pushing away from the sneering male without further incident.

In hindsight he was shocked that he had managed to keep it together and not outright punched the fucker–he wanted to–but then again so had Hidan. It was a part of his plan to isolate you, to keep you from your friends and family so that he could steal all your time and attention. He was the definition of a toxic male.

Manipulative fucker!

The Inuzuka drained his beer and let his head fall back against the couch cushions. He was at his wit's end, there was no plan to swirl inside his rampant brain that seemed likely to work.

How long had he ignored his feelings for you?

Too long was the answer. He doubted you were ever going fall into his arms as he wished, but he satisfied himself with being your ever-constant rock. If he could not have you, he would make damn sure that whoever was lucky enough to steal your heart treated you like a princess.

It hurt his heart, but it was better than the emptiness that came with the alternative.

Tired eyes looked towards his phone that was buzzing incessantly on the couch beside him, he palmed the device and looked at the screen to find your name illuminated like a beacon in the darkness of his lounge. He schooled his features although he knew you could not see him and answered the call.

"What's up?"

–

You were a dumbass.

There was no other way to describe how dense you were when it came to your love life. You had to wonder if you had a sign above your head that attracted the absolute worst of mankind to swarm you like insects. Was there something wrong with you? Were you actually a bad person who didn't deserve to be loved?

You made your way to the apartment you knew as intimately as your own.

Feet carrying you ever forward, speeding you towards comfort in the arms of Kiba. He would make it all better, wouldn't he?

For once, you didn't know if he could. There were only so many times you could be knocked down before you could no longer get back up and it was getting harder and harder to find your feet.

Tears threatened to fall but you refused. Curling your hands into tight fists until your nails sank into the flesh, close to puncturing the skin but not quite. It grounded you and kept the tears at bay. How long it would last, you weren't sure.

The ache in your chest eased as Kiba answered the door with worry prominent on his features. Pinched brow and pristine white teeth gnawing his lower lip in earnest. Even before you could step inside, he was reaching for you, dragging you into his strong embrace and wrapping you in his essence.

You sank into him willingly, inhaling his musky spice-infused scent until you were filled with it. It felt like stepping into a perfectly hot bath after a long exhausting day, the tension from your muscles draining away whilst you sagged against the chest that rose and fell in harmony with your own. Kiba wrapped one arm wrapped around your lower back, a thumb rubbing against you in soothing motions whilst the other cradled your head and let you settle into his broad shoulder.

Why couldn't all the men in your life be like this?

Kiba accepted you for who you were and had no interest in changing you into something that would better suit him. His soul was filled with warm light, you saw it through the amber flecks in his eyes, the adorable dimple appearing on his right cheek when he smiled broadly and through his caring actions.

"Tell me everything babe," he cooed softly into your mussed hair, ruffling the strands with his breath.

Where to begin?!

You spent the next hour filling in your longtime friend with every dreaded detail from this afternoon, sipping cautiously on a beer that he offered you once seated on his squishy leather couch. The last thing you wanted to do was succumb to alcohol, but one would settle your nerves you reasoned.

"I knew that guy was a motherfucker," Kiba hollered from the kitchen.

Rolling your eyes at the sheer joy that laced his gravelly tone, you turned to find him bent over searching the fridge aimlessly. His tight butt swayed in the hold of his black jeans, it was such a nice backside and if you were in a better mood you might have tiptoed closer to give it a good hard smack. He’d deserve it.

"Mr Kiba 'I knew he was a motherfucker' Inuzuka. Can't you ever give me a break?"

It hadn't bothered you this much when he first said it, but the more you repeated the words, the more fury infused your veins. It hit you like a tidal wave, turning you from weepy sadness to burning anger in less than a minute.

You popped to your feet, pacing back and forth whilst your fists clenched and unclenched at your sides. Wary amber eyes followed your movements, closing the fridge door with a hard thud that made the magnets rattle. Magnets you had gifted that asshole. The grim set of his jaw was back, irritation so quick to line his features until you were both scowling at one another.

"The fuck? Why have you always got to be so fucking high and mighty? You ain't perfect either, you know!" You were yelling now, raw emotion burning your throat and turning your body into a literal inferno.

"High and mighty? You gotta be joking me. Watch your damn mouth, my patience will only remain for so long. I suggest you calm the fuck down and sit down as well!"

He was making it worse, where was his usual compassion when you stormed like this?

"Or what Kiba? You gonna chuck me out?" You snorted through your nose and missed the flash of pure rage that flitted through his blown-wide pupils.

All six foot two of him towered above you, so close you could feel the heat roiling off his body and licking at your flesh. The back of your legs caught the edge of the glass coffee table and he was grabbing at your upper arms in an instant.

You gasped when his fingers dug into the meat of your arms until you almost yelped out for him to stop. Head tipped back and heart thundering from an evil cocktail of anger and bitterness, you straight up growled at him like a dog ready to lunge and attack.

"When are you going to open your fucking eyes?" he whispered, low and so very dangerous that the hairs on the nape of your neck prickled to attention.

Too wrapped in your own negative emotions, you failed to comprehend his words fully. Oblivious to the storm of desire that was rapidly rising to the surface in the male fixing you in place. You ignored his words and spat more venom at him in an attempt to get him to release you.

"When was the last time you even got laid Kiba? Haven't seen any of your airheads flouncing about in forever. They made me sick to my stomach with their simpering eyes out on stalks, drooling over you like you were some kind of fucking god."

He let go in a moment of startled surprise as your words found their mark, and you stormed towards the door only to have your wrist captured in a rough hand. Kiba pulled you back to him, the tug was so forceful that your chest bumped into his and your free hand flew to the wall of steel that was his chest in an attempt to balance yourself.

"Jealous?" he seethed, lowering his face until you were practically nose to nose

Had you been in your right mind, you might have taken a moment to process that incredibly loaded question and see it for what it actually was. Instead, your primal instincts found themselves firmly in the driving seat as a war cry pounded in your ears and a tightness grew heavy in the pit of your stomach.

You snatched your hand back and grabbed two fistfuls of his stupid tousled chestnut hair, pressing yourself onto your tiptoes to reach his wickedly curled lips.

This was no soft kiss, it was cruel and punishing.

Lips met, teeth gnashed and snarls sounded from both of your throats as Kiba reacted in kind. His hands were not gentle as he cupped your face, one hand stealing into your hair and wrapping it around his fist. He pulled, forcing your throat to strain taut and ripping your mouth away from his with a hiss.

White-hot fury veiled your vision in red. His sharp almost fang-like incisors sank into your vulnerable neck, harsh and selfish as he marked you for his own. Greedy lips followed the exquisite sting of pain, sucking at the skin indented by his teeth until the entire area would be bruised and tender to the touch when your sanity returned.

You didn't know what made you say it, the words were out of your mouth before you took note of them.

"Seems like you've been the jealous one.” Kiba froze against your frantic pulse point.

His eyes were positively feral, the pupils almost entirely swallowing his normally warm amber irises. Cheeks dabbled in rough whiskers from the late hour and the tendon from neck to collarbone straining from exertion. Kiba levelled you with a dangerous stare and you couldn't help but look away to admire his forearms instead of succumbing to his piercing gaze. The sleeves of his open shirt rolled to the elbows–a look that had you weak at the knees at the best of times–and the strength in those corded muscles was obvious to your appreciative eye.

"That’s right, m’gonna make you forget about those stupid assholes that didn't know what a treasure they had. Their loss is my gain. If you want this," he pointed to himself to emphasise the point, "if you want me, then come get it."

Without a backwards glance, he stormed to the island in his kitchen and left you there… alone and bereft of his overwhelming heat. Kiba stood with his lower back resting against the counter, one ankle crossed over the other and his arms folded as he watched you. His muscled chest heaved with every laboured breath, cheeks ruddy from the kiss you’d shared and there was a more than subtle bulge on the front of his jeans.

Did you want him, your best friend Kiba?

Hell yeah, you did!

Annoyed by your own oblivious stupidity, the puzzle pieces clicked together in your head. Kiba was downright sexy, his physique godly and a face that was both rugged and angelic depending on his mood. He was funny, a total goofball who made it his mission to keep you laughing until you were clutching your stomach and begging for mercy. A social butterfly who ensured he gave his friends equal attention, he knew every birthday and often was the ringleader of group outings and meetups.

He was your Kiba.

The person you relied upon most in the world, your constant and when you tried to imagine a world without him, it stole your breath until you were crippled by the agony. Had you been jealous of his idiotic little girlfriends? Yes, you always wanted to be the centre of his universe and they distracted from that. You had tried to mask it as a dislike for his taste in women but most of his exes had been perfectly nice if you had given them the time of day to get to know.

It was clear, that you wanted him.

You ran.

Four long strides and you threw yourself into his quickly outstretched arms. He caught you –of course, he did –bearing your weight with practised ease as you wrapped around him like climbing ivy. Hands fisting into the t-shirt that lay beneath his shirt as you found his mouth once more, sought to reclaim it and make your intentions crystal fucking clear.

This time the kiss was more tender, yet the passion was still as ardent and heady. His wide hands roamed your hips until he was kneading the meat of your ass through your pants and making your lower half grind against him in sinful bliss. The zipper of his jeans pressed against your centre through the layers of clothes and you moaned openly into his mouth.

Kiba was famished, he swallowed your lewd noises and was quick to incite more as he turned to perch you atop the counter. His hips rolled into you, languid but forceful whilst he explored the wet cavern of your mouth. Your tongue rolled over his in an erotic dance that had no end in sight. If not for your necessity to breathe, there would be no parting you and only the shared oxygen in the space created by two friends that finally breached a line that had been long held and now threatened to either tie them together or pull them apart.

You tugged expectantly at his clothes, desperate to strip him to your gaze and finally, he relented. Kiba pulled back long enough to tug off his shirt and tee, discarding them haphazardly. His warm breath fanned your cheek, stuttering when your cool fingers stroked and detailed the definition of his torso.

"Eager little thing," he growled. The smile he sported only served to highlight the ego that was often to focus of your teasing. Yet, this time no humourous jabs came to mind. For once you were glad of his self-confidence and eagerness to move things along.

He divested you of your oversized hoodie, thankful you had taken the time to put on a nice bra beneath it despite the mess you had been in earlier. His groan was heaven to your ears and when he dove to kiss you through the sheer material of your bralette you thought you had died right there and then.

Saliva dampened the already thin fabric, those dangerous wolfish teeth nipping at your pebbled buds. With your head tossed back, he used that wicked mouth of his on your breasts and you were unprepared for the piercing rip that flooded the hushed space. Kiba had torn clean through the garment, the halves falling down your arms to lay destroyed on the floor.

"Kiba!" you half yelled, half squeaked as he took that exact moment to suckle your nipple between his plush lips. Your belly quivered, the pulling sensation more intoxicating than the most potent alcohol and the feeling echoed far more intensely between your trembling thighs. Your fingers carded through his lush hair, nails scraping against his scalp and smiling indulgently at the rumble deep in his throat.

"I'll buy you more, promise baby. Lay back, need to get you naked," he said sounding entirely as drunk as you felt.

For once you were eager to follow his instruction, a novelty for Kiba who merely watched with a knowing look that promised he would deliver of your wildest fantasies if you’d just fucking listen to him, at long last. His eager fingers hooked into the waistband of your leggings and were quickly dragged down your supple legs. Slowly, he eased his calloused fingers back up your bare legs, stopping to toy with the back of your knees and listen to the subtle gasp caught tight in your throat.

Funny how you had thought he would be rough and impatient, the deed almost over with and the finish line hurtled towards at inhumane speed when here he was taking his sweet time. It was maddening when all you wanted was for him to feel the searing heat that was radiating from between your thighs, to dip his fingertips against your panties and know how drenched they already were from the mere prospect of being with him.

As if sensing your thought process, Kiba finally parted thighs whilst you rested backwards on your elbows. A low appreciative hum caught your ear and you shifted your focus to the tight grip he had on his bottom lip, teeth sinking deep and the wide flare of his nostrils like he was scenting you as an animal would do. He planted your feet and pushed your knees to the sides until you were splayed out like a cat in heat. It was vulnerable and so exhilarating you couldn't help but wriggle.

His eyes were glazed over when he, at last, moved to touch your panties, zeroing in on the obvious damp patch and letting his head roll along his neck for a second as a visible shiver passed up the length of his spine. You’d swear he appeared like those cartoon characters that have zapped with electricity, near every hair on his body rippling from the sensation.

"Have to taste you, sweetheart. My pretty fuckin’ girl."

A chaste kiss fell to your lips before he began a slow tortured path down your body, stopping here and there as he learned the spots that made you tremble and shake, noting carefully when you would whine and try to cling to him. Smug smiles and smears of his saliva were painted upon your heated skin, and he let loose a triumphant bark of laughter when you whimpered your impatience.

"Please," you mewled, a hand pressing atop his head to hurry his descent. Forward was not something you were familiar with, shyness always overtaking your urge to express your wants, but with Kiba, you knew there was no need for any such concerns.

"Tell me exactly what you want and I’ll deliver."

You could cry at the bubble of pressure that was desperate for release, sitting just below the surface, if he would just touch you.

"Wan’ you to fuck me with your mouth, need it so bad Kiba! Please–"

The last syllable had barely left your mouth before he was diving for your centre, underwear pressed aside as he nudged your clit with his nose and inhaled deeply. One roughened pad explored your slick folds, collecting the nectar and pressing it into his mouth.

His sigh was purely reverential and he settled down to devour you like a starving man sat before his first meal in weeks. It was all too much, the immediate stimulation intense enough to have your toes curling where they now rested down his broad back.

Kiba laid languid swipes of his molten tongue along your slit, alternating between flickering motions against your engorged pearl and slow circular patterns around your sopping hole. The walls of your cunt fluttered, desperate to be filled and clench around something–anything–and when his finger slipped easily inside you bucked wildly.

“Shh, keep still. Lemme hear your pretty voice but gotta hold still, yeah?” He encouraged, mouth only moving far enough way for you to hear his heated request.

It took mere minutes for you to come apart on his mouth, his digit sucked deep as he stroked your slick, spongy walls and suckled at your clit to almost pain. Your legs were limp from the unrelenting waves of euphoria that raced throughout your body and if not for the grounding palm caressing your thigh then you might have passed out there and then when white sparks shot straight through your vision.

Kiba didn’t spill a single drop of your nectar, the wet insistent muscle rolling into your cunt over and over to simply dig more of the delicious juices from your quivering body before he stood with the lower half of his face glistening in your essence. It felt… empowering. The intense lust that blazed in his eyes, a lust that was for you and no one else. Fuck. You loved him. Had for a long time. Why had you taken so long to see it for what it really was?

It wasn’t the time to get stuck in your head like this, there would be moments for these thoughts and what lay beyond but right now, you weren’t entirely satisfied and you wouldn’t be until you had milked the man looming over you for every drop he could deliver.

With renewed vigour and determination, you propped yourself on your elbows and then lunged forward towards the buckle of his belt. You’d never worked so deftly as you worked to unbuckle him, moaning at the loud metal clattering loose. Buttons worked free and zipper pulled down, the waistband of his underwear came into sight and your fingers curled around that final barrier and released with him an audible gasp mingled with his sigh of relief.

You had known he was going to be well endowed, could feel it from the press of his body only earlier, but it was still a shock to see him in all his glory, and what a glory it was. His length was impressive, but it was his girth that was the true beauty–if you could even call such a monster a beauty. Kiba's cock could barely support its own weight, the angry length tipped to a deep purple with precum leaking from the slit under your scrutiny.

It looked enormous in your petite hand, managing to encircle the shaft but only just did your fingertips meet. You stroked his velvety soft skin, paying attention to the stark veins that stood to attention and how Kiba reacted when you traced over the most prominent with a salacious smile. You scooted towards the edge of the counter, eyes locked with him with every deliberate move you made.

The head kissed against your glistening folds and you teased both of you by running the blunt tip along your slit until it bumped against your clitoral hood. His fingers were gripping the edge of the counter so tightly you feared he would crumble the marble under his strong hands if he wasn't careful. You notched him at your slowly pulsing entrance, and on a breathy keening noise, you pleaded.

"Fuck me Kiba."

You knew that he had snapped when an animalistic noise roared from his throat and the death grip moved from the counter to your hips as he pushed into your cunt. Kiba eagerly watched your walls suck him in, utterly drunk on the silken feel of you in much the same way that you were drunk on him. Every drag of his shaft rubbed delicious friction into your most intimate areas with a precision he shouldn’t yet possess. He was made for you and you were made to take him.

There would be a time for slower moments and tender loving making, for you were sure that Kiba was not going to escape from you, not now. He was yours, and you his. This alone had you urging him on, driving that feral side of him to act and do it hard and fast with nips at his lips and nails clawing down his back.

His hips pistoned like a well-oiled machine, and sweat clung to his forehead as he set a pace that saw him pounding into your pussy. A relentless rhythm that matched the pound of your heart, clammy skin on skin and kisses that acted better than any drugs ever could.

"This what you wan’? Hungry for my cock, huh?"

His words were staccato with every thrust that he delivered, your body jerking with the wild and powerful movements. Your head fell back against the counter as moan after decadent moan left your throat. Kiba's tight grip moved to your waist and he began to pull you onto his length, your back sliding against the marble top making your tits bounce and your ass slap against his pelvis. Every drag of his shaft against your walls made you keen for him, full to capacity but craving more nevertheless. He was using you like his own personal fucktoy and you were creaming around him at that knowledge, the lewd squelches of your bodies joined in this way growing louder and louder.

"Tell me. Need to hear you say it, kitten."

"Oh… fu-fuck! Need your dick, feel so good–ah!" You screamed when Kiba leaned over you and altered the angle of how he was driving into you. His mouth sucked possessive marks onto the sides of your breasts as you used the last of your hastily retreating sanity to again fist his hair and force him even closer to you.

"Tell me I'm better than those other motherfuckers. No one can fuck you like this, nobody else is worthy of this beautiful pussy," he growled, breaking from your hold to allow him to press his thumb against your clit and making you jerk at the sudden unsuspecting touch.

"Kiba–best. Gonna, oh god–m’so close. No one but you."

Your brain was a puddle, the ecstasy too much for full coherent thoughts as you felt the gush hit against his groin. You soaked him in your juices, the wet noises crescendoing whilst stars winked into your vision.

"Such a good fuckin’ girl, oh shit. What a beautiful mess you've made on me," he cooed in praise, slowing his pace but never stopping. He had to be close; your walls desperately trying to milk him, to force his release in kind.

Slowly, you returned to the earth, oversensitive from each measured stroke that he delivered until he pulled from you and wiped the sweat from his brow. He fisted his shaft as you watched, tears springing to your eyes at being denied his release.

"Wanna come down your throat, think you can manage?" he asked, his eyes burning into yours as he pumped himself.

Your thighs were shaky, the skin slick with the spill of your arousal but you managed not to fall to the floor. Kiba steadied you with his free hand, groaning in his throat as you knelt before him. His head fell back when you parted your lips and accepted him into your wet mouth.

The taste of his essence mingled with your own, sweet and bitter but definitely not unpleasant. You had never done this before and it felt so wicked as you watched Kiba come apart above you. He could barely maintain his eye contact with you, heat surging to his cheeks and his hands cradling your head in gentle reverence.

His hips jerked, your fingers sinking into his ass that flexed beneath your touch as he kissed against your throat. The muscles constricted and he faltered. "Oh fuck, so close sweetheart."

Your teeth unsheathed carefully, tongue running the length of the litany of veins that ran his shaft and teeth grazing his sensitive flesh until his fingers seized and you felt the hot spurts of his release. It poured down your throat until you pulled back, the rest pooling on your pink tongue.

Kiba panted and whined, losing himself in the moment and the feel of your scorching mouth, chest heaving with each laboured inhale. You showed him the milky seed that coated your tongue, watching his eyes roll to the back of his skull the second after you swallowed audibly and opened up to show your now empty mouth.

The seconds ticked by and neither of you moved as your breathing slowly returned to normal. How gorgeous he looked to you, spent and blushing. The massive frame of his body–Kiba’s body–completely undone by your actions and your body.

"That's one way to get over Hidan," he groused, trying to turn from you.

You were not going to allow him to step away from this, two hearts were on the line and you refused to see him in pain. You stood abruptly, possibly a mistake given how your thighs quaked but not giving a shit at the moment. You pulled him back to you, arms resting over his wide shoulders and placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth. Pouring every bit of love and desire into your expression, you fixed him with a sincere smile and watched his eyes widen and soften, the creases smoothing out to reveal his true self, the one you were intimately familiar with.

"Who?"

#delirious writes #kiba inuzuka #kiba x reader #kiba smut #kiba angst #kiba x you #kiba

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Waking Up

978 words | it was all a dream au | TW's apply | ao3 link

TW: mentioned character death| off-hand mention of starvation

It was a normal day on the island, Fit was with his family. Until he wasn't. Until it wasn't.

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It’s a normal day on the island, Fit’s at the gym, cleaning the equipment. Ramón’s working on the mechanics of the stairwell into the underground boxing ring. Life hadn’t really changed much; Fit still took part in Ramón’s little game of hide-and-seek every morning, Fit and Pac would still regularly go on dates and Ramón and Richas had become even closer. Life was good on the island. It had been for a while.

That morning, Ramón had hidden in Tubchunk, sitting on Chayanne’s chair that had never moved. It was a new spot that he’d hidden in so it took a while to find him but when Fit found him, it was a beautiful sight; seeing his son illuminated by the early morning sunlight. It was a rare occurrence as Ramón was known for not getting out of bed at an early time so Fit cherished it greatly.

The main gym door opens as Fit lifts his arm to wipe the sweat off his forehead; it was an unusually warm day on the island and Pac, in his everlasting beauty, strolls in with Richarlyson mimicking his Pa Mike by making hissing sounds. The kid had been obsessed with mimicking his dad after having discovered his dad’s tendency to hiss when working at Chume Labs. It was nothing out of the ordinary, it’d become almost routine to meet at least once a week at the gym and then go off and do something together as a family.

They’d been meaning to hang out as a family, each having projects or jobs that they had been tasked with. So they’d decided to go on a family picnic at the Favela, taking some coffee from StarBobby where they’d had their first date. They grabbed some food; with Richarlyson stealing some coffee and Ramón running away at the mention of blueberries from Fit, the usual family shenanigans. The walk from StarBobby to the beach was a short walk, with the parents trailing behind the children as Richarlyson taught Ramón how to successfully make the hissing sound. Fit had held the blankets that they’d sit on whilst Pac had carried the food, having been told by Pac that he’d worked hard enough today already and to relax. It didn’t escape Fit’s notice that Pac hadn’t called him Fit, but instead ‘beloved’.

Fit could smell the classic beach smell that he so enjoyed from the rock pools to the far right of the beach. He could hear the sounds of his three boys laughing as they chased one another on the beach while he sat. Nothing could be more perfect. Especially as he was with his family.

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Only, it wasn’t a normal day and Ramón wasn’t working on the stairwell.

He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Just like the other eggs, they’d all disappeared. Fit wasn’t cleaning the equipment, he was sitting next to a rose that he’d placed in the Wasteland. He’d felt a connection to the rose upon waking up, the feeling of loving someone? Something? He did not know.

There was no hide and seek game, only him hiding from people who had enjoyed his time away from the Wasteland too much. It wasn’t an unusually hot day on the island because he was sitting next to a flowing lavafall, practically melting as he sat and thought. Everything he thought to have been true, was completely incorrect. Did he even have a beloved? Why was he so attached to the roses?

He hadn’t been graced with the presence of someone as beautiful as the man he’d made up, instead he’d been graced with the loud explosions of end crystals. He’d gained two hesitant allies in the aftermath of the explosion, both taking pity on his pathetics self. He senses familiarity with them, their colour schemes being blue and green, he’d found comfort in the pair and their shenanigans. So he is devastated for a time when they both pass due to a stray creeper. Such an unfortunate way to go but he could not dwell on it further, he had to survive himself.

After his failed attempt at scavenging for food, something that he should have known would be fruitless as the place he was raised wasn’t called the Wasteland for nothing. And with his own hidden base and storage system having been found and destroyed, it was all people could talk about for days on the open channels of their comms, he’d had to resort to what only new people had to do. When he’d found nothing, it’d been days since he had awoken from his slumber and he knew that he wasn’t going to live for much longer.

There was a place for people like him, for people who’d outstayed their welcome in the Wasteland. People called it the Beach despite the fact that it wasn’t a beach at all. It was a rocky hill in almost the middle of nowhere where people would go to die. He’d been plainly told by an upstart of a person of where the Beach’s location was and he’d set out almost instantly.

During his journey he pondered on the life he’d made up, why was he tasked with looking after an egg? Why hadn’t he given up after it lost its first life not fifteen days into taking care of it? Arriving at the rocky beach, he took off his armour, dropping it into the rocks as it partially gave way and enveloped the armour. He’d resigned himself to the fact that this was his last moments. He laid down, limbs loosely at his sides. Why had he imagined such a beautiful life? When all he was allowed was the horrors of the Wasteland, why would his own mind play tricks on him? He’d never hated himself more, after having tricked himself into believing that he was actually worth a happy ending.

#qsmp fic #qsmp fanfiction #hep writing #i'm not sure how to feel about this fic #it's not my favourite that I've written but eh #qfit fic

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danganronpafan777 · 10 months

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We need more male reader content (I am starving for it), so could I please get the sdra2 male cast with a s/o whos the SHSL Prince? He'd be well mannered and kind but very oblivious to certain things and sometimes blunt; but he's just excited to be outside of his homeland and is enjoying his time but ends up falling in love

(If thats too much then just Nikei, Yuki, Syobai and Shinji would be fine!)

Can't think of a joke for this ask...Nevermind.

Why is Nikei’s so damn corny-

Nikei Yomiuri:

A prince?? At Hope's Peak? What a scoop!!

For a while, this man does not leave you alone! It’s like having your own paparazzi…

You act polite and well mannered as usual but… Nikei notices that you’re gradually becoming more uncomfortable with him. Was it his perverted comments?

Eventually, you decide to give it to him straight (the only straight thing you’ll ever give him) and tell him that you just want to befriend him without either of your ultimates interfering.

Nikei’s life and hobbies revolve around his talent, and you just want to throw yours away? He doesn’t really understand, until you ask if you can interview him.

“Hmm.. I haven’t been interviewed before! What do you want to ask?”

“Besides writing and journalism, what do you like to do in your free time?”

“…”

Yeah, you got him there. When Nikei reveals how journalism is his everything, you tell him that you know how he feels, spending your childhood learning over 40 languages and proper etiquette.

“But…my parents let me take a break from that. And now I’m happier then I’ve ever been, and I’m seeing things…and feeling things…that I’ve never felt before!” You didn’t even realize that you put your hands on his shoulders until you noticed his red face.

Swayed by the sparkling and stars in your eyes, Nikei could only sigh to himself. Journalism was what he considered to be the only thing he was good at, but how would he know if he didn’t try anything else?

You extended your hand, gently holding his in yours, and took him for a walk around the island. Perhaps it was because you were holding hands, or that his head was always in his notepad when he walked this path, but he felt himself experiencing the familiar sights for the first time all over again

With your differences in lifestyles and Nikei’s drive for working, it would be awhile before one of you confessed, but until then, the two of you would experience the world for yourselves, away from the comforting yet obstructing umbrellas of your talents

And together, the two of you step into the warm rain and sunlight, hand in hand

Yuki Maeda:

When he met you, he had no idea what to do, so he just awkwardly bowed

Yuki was pleasantly surprised to learn that you were much more humble than most royals, asking him to address you by name

He was drawn to your kindness and manners, despite your bluntness catching him off guard at times, the two of you were fast friends

"H-Hey! Y/n, wanna hang out with me, today?"

He was completely oblivious to his own feelings, and invited you to train with him and Shinji. As he stood on the warm sand, watching you playing in the water, his feelings hit him all at once

Seeing you in the school swimsuit, a giant smile plastered on your face... he buried his face in the nearest towel, and Sora teased him for the rest of the time

That was the one time Yuki was glad you were oblivious

It wasn't long before the others caught on to his feelings, as he was a terrible liar. Shinji and Hajime cheered him on while Setuka and Hibiki teased him over you

Yuki wouldn't confess first. There was no way you would return his feelings, after all.

You were a handsome prince, perfect in every way... and Yuki was just an ordinary kid. How could you ever like someone as plain and boring as him?

Little did he know, you loved him as much as he loved you. His sweetness, his kindness, his clumsiness... what was there not to like?

When you confessed your feelings to him, that was all you could tell him. How in your eyes, he was perfect the way he is

"Y-Y/n...Y-You.." He stammered. He couldn't believe it, "You really like me, too...? Cause...! I'm really nothing special! I-"

You cupped him cheek and brought your lips to his. You were so soft, warm, muscular... Yuki didn't want to let you go.

So he didn't, only pulling you closer

Syobai Hashimoto:

A prince, huh? You could be a useful contract...but also very valuable.

He had no interest in being friends with you, but for the right price, he was willing to talk to you

The fact that you were so kind and oblivious made him believe you were probably sheltered. You knew nothing about the life he lived, and probably thought of him as some cool guard for you, right?

You kept assuring him that you just wanted to be friends, and to forget about your differences. Syobai didn't buy it, but you were exploitable and in his eyes, kinda stupid, so whatever

You tried to ease him into the group, willing to offer nearly any price just for him to make friends with the other idiots. He seriously didn't understand you

You had so much money, a life of luxury and comfort... so what the hell were you doing here? If he had a life like that, he would never leave. Were you just that ungrateful?

"Beat it, Y/n. You're a prince, why associate yourself with a guy like me? If you need my service, just speak up and quit playing friends."

His words stung. You didn't want to play friends, you wanted to be something more...

It took Syobai longer than he'd like to admit to figure out your feelings for him. He considered accepting just so he could marry into royalty. But... then he found himself questioning his own feelings.

You were just an annoying royal nitwit. He only talked to you because you offered him money. You were just someone with money who thought you could control everything.

He was bullshitting himself and he knew it. Somehow, your kindness and compassion for him gave you a one way ticket to his heart. No matter what he told himself, he knew he didn't want to marry you just for the money.

His annoyance of it all made him stub out his cigarette. He thought he lost these kinds of feelings years ago. Syobai began to light another cigarette, before throwing the lighter and crushing the cigarette with his foot.

"Y/n."

You turned around at the sound of his voice. Syobai ordered the same sum of money he would usually ask for to have a conversation with you, so you paid without a second thought.

Grabbing the money, he turned away, his back toward you as he said,

"One date. This Friday. I'll pick you up at 9. Don't be late."

"H-Huh..?"

You could only stare in awe and he walked away. Picking up the lighter once again, Syobai lit another cigarette, his lips curled into the ghost of a smile.

Shinji Kasai:

Shinji thought it was interesting to have a royal classmate, but he would never treat you differently because of it. He appreciated your humble personality and kindness, happily and loudly offering for you to train with him, Yuki, and Hajime.

You were much stronger than he thought, being able to keep up with him much better than Yuki did. As Hajime lectured Yuki and Shinji yelled words of encouragement, you gently helped Yuki up and offered him water.

He felt a pang of jealousy at that, but assumed it was just some kind of muscle soreness

Shinji shared your obliviousness on certain things, but in other situations he found himself completely overthinking. Why was he stuttering so much while talking to you? Did royalty just have that effect?

No…but it definitely had nothing to do with the fact that you were kind and handsome and strong and charming…nothing at all…

It wasn’t until Shinji caught himself staring and blushing at your shirtless form that he considered the idea that he might have a crush on you

He forced himself to look away. You probably had a lot of suitors, maybe even an arranged fiancé. He wasn’t anything too special, and it was wrong to look at you that way, when you probably only thought of him as an older brother…

Shinji couldn’t have been more surprised when you asked him out, holding a bouquet of roses just for him. His entire face was bright red and he couldn’t even think of a response.

“Y-Y-Y-You….”

“I like you, Shinji. It’s alright if you don’t feel the same-“

“N-No…I….like you too…”

Shinji could barely talk for the rest of the night, but his face still held a giant smile. He would always freeze up or let out a squeak whenever you did something slightly romantic, but you knew he loved it all the same

“H-Hey….Y/n…?”

“Yeah Shinji?”

“I love you…”

You squeezed his hand, feeling it grow warmer.

“I love you too.”

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Something there - Walter Deville x reader - Oneshot

featuring Chronically ill reader!!! TW! mentions of self harm, death, and blood-drinking. takes place somewhere in the 14-1500s.

You let out a slow breath as you stepped into the castle that was known as Carfax Abbey, your grip tight on your lady's maids arm as your parents led the way through the grand hall and into the grand dining room; where the master of the three great families resided for the moment.

Your great-aunt died a few months back, allowing ample time for the master to process the event and select a new bride from the Alexander family. One of which-was you. Behind you were your fellow alexander ‘brides’; all around the same age as you, some just a smidge older. But you were all here for the same reason.

For Master Deville to take his pick of the litter, to pick his new bride of the available girls of the Alexander family. You had only seen him maybe once or twice in your life, unable to go to many of the grand parties he had hosted for the families, or greet him when he came to visit your home. You were different than the others, in a very obvious way. You had been born ill, only able to walk for short periods, constantly short of breath, vision a constant blur, and you were nearly always tired.

Even clutching onto Emma(your lady's maid) was extremely taxing on your body, and you knew you would need to sit down soon. Your parents hoped you would be chosen if only to not see you struggle through your life any longer. They had done their best to make you comfortable, but to see you wheeze, huff, and shake; just to stand, made their hearts ache. They prayed the master would take pity upon their only daughter.

They were told you probably wouldn’t make it to 25, you were barely 23 now, and it was getting harder to wake up as the months went by. They hoped and prayed to whatever god or demons that were listening to give you a chance with the master. They would be happy to grow old and watch you thrive with the master; but first, he would have to choose you.

Of which-today, was the first of several days for the master to make his choice. He wasn’t a man of looks, as you heard from your mother, he preferred for his brides to have something to them; artists, historians, fencers, scientists, writers. Many assumed he would want someone quiet, someone to stand there and look pretty as he stood front and center.

But apparently, that was wrong, his eldest bride-Viktoria, was quite….outspoken, a little bit mean, bloodthirsty, and jealous. You had heard the horror story of when your great aunt was chosen after her great-grandaunt had died, Viktoria had practically tortured her the first few years of the marriage, nearly driving your aunt to madness if the Billington bride hadn’t stepped in.

You just hoped you would be spared of her wrath if you were chosen, but hell-you had heard even those waiting to be picked were bullied by the Klopstock bride.

Your lady's maid had promised to be at your side whenever she could, knowing once the master took you aside to basically interview you, she would be unable to protect you. It only made you feel a bit better.

You blinked back into reality as everyone flooded into the grand dining room, the table pushed to one side with its chairs facing the set of doors that opened into the brilliant gardens that were lovingly tended to by the staff. Emma and your parents quickly shuffled you over to the table, sitting you down and getting you a glass of water.

As you had been ushered in, you had seen a glimpse of the master; standing in the sunlight and surveying every potential bride that came in. His eyes were shrouded by the sun, but you could feel his gaze as you stepped inside, lingering as you were sat down and taken care of.

He studied the dark circles under your eyes, the paleness of your lips, the noticeable flush in your cheeks; he could even smell it, the pain that clung to your bones, the sickness that never truly left you. He felt a small tug in his chest, an ache that told him to talk to you, to listen to you. He ignored it for the moment, knowing he had to examine all the choices before settling on a bride that would hopefully last longer than 100 years.

He waited until the last potential bride stepped in, one he recognized as Carla, and then spoke up “Thank you for coming. All of you, I know for many of you it was quite a journey to travel here” he made eye contact with your parents, your mother's hand resting on your shoulder, your skin freezing against her warm palm. They nodded back, feeling a bit of hope for you from how he seemed to almost speak directly to you and your family.

The master stepped further into the room, his face finally out of the blinding sunlight, revealing his diamond-cut jaw, crystal blue eyes, and soft-looking black hair. You swallowed a bit, noticing some of the other girls doing the same, he truly matched the stories of his beauty.

You leaned towards your lady's maid, whispering in her ear; “He’s so pretty” she giggled, her nose scrunching slightly as the master's eyes flickered over to you, the corner of his lip quirking a bit; a dimple making itself known for a split moment. You felt yourself flush, knowing he had heard your every word thanks to his supernatural hearing.

The master continued to speak, letting the families know all 7 girls would be staying for the week, to give him enough time to make a proper choice among them. Your mother’s hands clutched your shoulder, your father gave you a reassuring look. You had never been apart from them in all your life, your health didn’t allow you to, but you weren't all that worried; you were sure the master would make sure you were taken care of.

While you weren't a bride, you were a part of the Alexander family, and that alone warranted your protection. You just hoped you wouldn’t have a flare-up, the last one kept you bedridden for nearly two months. You were snapped back to reality as the master clapped his hands, a smirk on his handsome face “Now, I’m sure you’re all hungry, brunch is out in the gardens; please, indulge yourselves.” he gestured behind him, and the glass double doors opened, two butlers waiting on either side, each holding one of the doors.

Your fellow Alexander ‘brides’ all chattered with excitement, some giggling as they passed by the master. You huffed, you had just sat down and now you were going outside again. Your parents and lady’s maid let you try to stand up by yourself, always wanting to give you some sort of independence since your permanent illness would make sure you would never truly be independent. After a couple of attempts, you shook your head with a huffed sigh, your legs nearly paralyzed with pain, your father went to hoist you up; only to be stopped by the master

“Allow me,” he said, looking down at you with a silent question for your permission to carry you. You nodded, flushing as he crouched next to your chair and easily lifted you out of it, your arms going around his neck and Emma fixed your dress before the master walked out into the gardens, some of your fellow ‘brides’ looking excited for you(some looking slighted at the master's clear tilt towards you), giggling amongst each other as the master set you into one of the free chairs, your parents soon sitting on either side of you.

The master announced he had some work to finish up in his study, but you all had the rest of the day to get comfortable in the house and he would see everyone at dinner. With that, he left and everyone burst into chatter, some girls swooning over the master while others muttered to themselves, the two nearest two you; Kalista and Serena(two of your favorite cousins in fact) turning to you with teasing grins.

“it seems the master has already taken a shine to you (n/n)~!” Serena laughed, her teasing light-hearted and sweet, chuckling as you flushed and looked down at your plate, Emma already in the midst of fetching your food. “Quite” Kalista hummed, accepting her plate of food from one of the butlers and grabbing a strawberry “I’ve heard the master does take a bit to warm up to new brides, and yet it seems you’ve caught his eye already. And you’re the one he hasn’t seen in a very long time”

You hummed in agreement; you could account the master's interest in you to you really never being around when he was. Again; thanks to your illness. You could recall maybe two times you were in the same room, once when you were very young and attending your Aunts wedding(your mother's sister, not your great-aunt), you had been the flower girl and spotted the master in the shadows; and just like today, you had thought he was very pretty.

You could recall telling him that as well, beaming up at him with your front tooth missing as he looked a bit flustered at the bluntness and then smiled down at you, almost looking thrown off at you. “uh, thank you?” he nearly stuttered, as if he was unsure how to respond to such a genuine compliment, likely one he hadn't received in years. You told him he was welcome, and stumbled back off to rejoin the festivities, and only 10 minutes later you were tucked away in a quiet corner, dragged down by sudden fatigue, pain bolting up your legs, and the lack of air entering your lungs.

To this day you swore you heard the master hum down at you, and lay his jacket across your smaller body, the shivers that wracked it slowly stopping as he walked away.

You smiled at the faded memory, by the time you were conscious; the jacket was gone and you were back in your bed, the fire alight in the corner of your room and a bed warmer lay beneath your sheets. But you remembered what it smelled like; faded metal and a grand forest.

You perked up as Emma set a plate in front of you, decorated with fresh fruit, French toast, and eggs. You hummed, rubbing your hands together, huffing as you realized your hands were cold-they were always cold, no matter the weather. As you began to eat, you felt a pair of eyes on the back of your head, you turned just enough see into the castle, seeing the master looking right back down at you from his upstairs study.

He almost looked surprised to see you looking back at him, biting the inside of his cheek as you carefully waved to him with a shy smile. he waved back, just as shy-then seemed to realize he was doing it and turned away, disappearing from the window; likely going back to work.

You hummed to yourself, turning back to your food and digging back in, listening to the conversations around you, some talking about the master, some talking about what they would do if they were chosen, and some talking about how to get the masters approval and become the ~Alexander Bride~.

You had a feeling they wouldn’t be chosen no matter what they did, some of their-plans-sounded very…pushy, and most likely the master could hear them from his study, and had already crossed them off his list.

Then again, he did marry Viktoria.

You cursed whoever put you in the upstairs room, one that particularly sat all the way in the back of the halls, leaving you nearly isolated from anyone and the furthest away from the stairs-which were the bane of your existence. “Great, just great” you muttered to yourself as you clung to the wall, attempting to get back to your room after going to the bathroom, huffing and wincing as a raging headache made itself known, along with the usual pain going up your legs.

You could feel your lungs ache with the effort to keep working, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to make it to dinner that night. “lady (y/n)!” you turned, seeing the lady's maid for the Alexander brides, Mrs. Swift, rushing up to your side, her brown hair streaked with grey and pulled back into a bun “oh dear-here, let me help! Oh why they put you all the way in the back will never make sense-come’ come” you smiled and thanked her, shaking your head as she told you it was her job to do so.

“Still, you’re going out of your way, you probably have many things to do” you mumbled, leaning heavily into Mrs. Swift as she practically carried you back to your room, setting you on the bed as soon as you arrived. You went to take off your shoes but Mrs. Swift quickly attended to that before you could even lean down, and you huffed slightly-Emma always let you take care of that, again-just to give you that bit of independence.

"Thank you,” you told Mrs. Swift anyway, smiling at her as she set your shoes by the bed. You looked out the window, seeing the sun was beginning to set “um-could-could you tell” you fiddled with your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, glancing down as Mrs. Swift turned to you “Could you tell the master, I won't be able to make it to dinner? I can hardly walk on my own and Emma was excused for the rest of the day, and-and I don’t wish to be a burden on anyone”

Mrs. Swift frowned, clearly about to say you weren’t a burden when you suddenly felt a presence at the door and you turned, freezing as you saw the master, looking back at you with those ocean eyes of his. “Nonsense” the master huffed, frowning a bit as he stepped further into the room “you shouldn’t be left out, you deserve to be at dinner; just as everyone else will be.” you swallowed harshly, curling in on yourself; preparing to slightly back talk to the master.

“well-i-I can't walk on my own right now, it hurts to” the master looked very concerned at that “and-everything is flaring up-i-I’m afraid I would just be holding everyone back” you ended in a whisper, knowing he could hear every word. The master just shook his head again, turning to Mrs. Swift and speaking in a tone that clearly meant you couldn’t convince him to leave you out for the night.

“Get her ready by dinner time, and then come get me-I’ll escort Ms. (y/n) to dinner myself” you were about to object, about to say he didn’t have to do that for you-that you didn’t want to be a burden, but he just stared you down. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. So you just sighed and nodded, pouting a bit as he nodded back with a smirk and walked out of the room; leaving you with flushed cheeks and…a surprised Mrs. Swift.

“Well that’s a first” she muttered, shaking her head as you asked her what she meant. “nothing my dear, now, let’s select your dress for tonight, something lightweight hm?”

You kinda wished your parents were staying the week with you, but alas-they weren’t, such was the same for the rest of the girls, parents came to drop them off-ate brunch, and then they were off, leaving their daughters behind with their maids and the master; hoping for the best.

You could really use a dad hug right about now, nervously sitting at the foot of your bed, dressed in a light cotton gown that was sinched gently to your waist, the emerald green of the tunic dress complimenting the deep brown of your boots.

You played with your fingers as the flickering light of the fireplace danced across your face, the sun having been set a few minutes ago; Mrs. Swift having left to get the master around the same time. You sat up with flushed cheeks as someone knocked on your door. You told them to come in, looking down as the master walked in, looking quite nice in a deep red flowing shirt, a vest overtop it with a long vest like-jacket overtop that, with dark trousers and leather boots.

“you look lovely, Ms. (y/n), are you ready for dinner?” the master complimented, then asked, a smile on his lips as you nodded, allowing him to wander over and pick you up, your legs feeling like pins as you attempted to move them to get situated in his arms. You sighed at the feeling, knowing you had pushed your body too far today and would be either bedridden for the next few days, or carried everywhere.

If the master was the one to carry you though, you weren’t sure if that was such a bad thing. You huffed at the thought, forcing it away as the master walked out of your room, Mrs. Swift closing the door behind him and following him to the grand dining room, where it was set up for a grand dinner, a two wonderfully cooked hogs set in the middle of the table, ready to be carved and served.

“Smells wonderful” you muttered, tucking your chin into your chest as the master chuckled, his voice vibrating in your ear. He set you down near the head of the table and went to talk with his butler, Mr. Fields if you remembered correctly; after a few moments he walked back over to you and told you that everyone would be down soon, he didn’t want to make you a spectacle by arriving last with you.

You smiled, thanking him quietly, you really didn’t like being made the center of attention; especially when it related to something you couldn’t control. Soon the rest of the girls came flooding into the dining room, Serena and Kalista quickly sitting on either side of you, giving you knowing(teasing) grins as you sank into your seat; feeling your ears and cheeks heat up as the master went to stand at the head of the table, only two chairs down.

As soon as everyone was sat, the master clapped his hands together, his gaze running across the 7 girls, all hoping to be chosen to be the Alexander bride. “once again, I thank you all for coming. As you all know, Lady Marian Alexader, passed a few months ago; and as per the contract your ancestors made so many moons ago-I am in need of a new Alexander bride.” The girls all glanced amongst each other, giggling at the prospect of being his bride, but you kept your eyes on him, and he looked back; furrowing his brows as he heard a slight wheeze as you breathed. “of which, over the next week, I will make my selection. Do not be afraid to show who you truly are and what your passions are, I will make my choice this next Monday, eight days after today.”

One day for each potential bride to make their ‘argument’ to the master. There were 7 of you, and starting tomorrow, he would begin his…well, his interviews with each girl. You hoped your current flare-up wouldn’t develop into something more. You sighed to yourself, knowing you probably just jinxed yourself. You jumped slightly, doing your best to cover your surprised cough in your elbow as the Master clapped his hands again.

Serena patted your back, giving you a comforting smile as you looked at her bashfully, knowing you had drawn attention to yourself by coughing in the middle of the master's speech. Some girls-who didn’t know of your many illnesses- glared at you, while the others just gave you smiles like Serena, quietly telling you it was okay and you weren’t embarrassing yourself or them.

The master had looked at you for a long moment, furrowing his brows as he heard your breath continue to wheeze and struggle-just like it had upon your arrival. He cleared his throat quietly, looking back towards the other girls “tonight, we dine together, tomorrow, I dine with one of you-as shall I dine with each of you on each night.” He held out his hands towards the feast laid on the table, the first of many meals of the week “please, eat.”

With that, the table burst into chatter, butlers and maids moving forward to help the girls fill their plates; you were distracted attempting to get some air back in your lungs-not wanting to deal with an asthma attack right now. You smiled as Serena set a few slices of the roasted hog on your plate, along with your favorite sides; smiling brightly as you thanked her.

“Honestly I’m surprised you remembered which part of the hog I liked” you muttered to her, laughing as she gave you a very sister-like ‘duh’ look. “And why would I forget? It’s the part I don’t like” she giggled, stealing one of your roasted carrots and popping it in her mouth, laughing as you sneakily tossed a dried cranberry at her.

While you feasted, you glanced back at the master, seeing his plate only having meat and stuffing, his cup filled with a wine that smelled-different than any you had before. You ignored it, knowing what the master was. A demon-many called him; by those outside the village the castle rested over, but to the families, he was near a savior, one who had protected them from war and famine over the last few centuries. It would make sense for him to have only meat and ‘wine’ as his meal, you never thought vampires would be interested in vegetables or fruits.

By the end of dinner, everyone was sated and antsy for the events to come, glancing between the master and their almost empty plates; wondering what would happen after dessert was served. Which-was about now, a tray full of pastries, tarts, and pies being carried into the room, the girls making their selection of the spread.

Your eyes locked onto the custard pie. Walter caught your gaze and gestured for it to be set on your plate before anyone else could snatch it. Carla looked a bit disappointed but didn’t speak of her loss, happily taking a blueberry tart instead.

You hummed happily as you took a bite of the custard pie, dancing in your seat slightly as the table burst into chatter again, feeling eyes on you as you ate. You looked towards the feeling, seeing the master looking at you over his chalice, his brow perked with interest. You felt your cheeks flush and you looked back down at your plate, puffing your cheeks as Kalista gave you a teasing smirk.

Soon the master announced that you all had the rest of the night free and were free to explore the castle, but you were all warned to avoid the north wing as that was where his other two brides were(along with the currently unoccupied Alexader suite), and he wanted to avoid any…events. You knew he meant the Klopstock bride, Viktoria, you had met the current Billington bride once, when you were younger, and she was quite nice.

Everyone nodded and soon dispersed, leaving you alone at the table with the master and Serena “Do you need help up to your room?” Serena asked, pushing in her chair and pulling yours out, fully willing to carry you back up to your room.

You hummed, nodding slightly, your legs still felt like pins, and it would be agony to walk. Serena nodded back, about to help you stand when the master stepped next to your chair “Allow me, please” he said with a smile, bowing his head as Serena skipped back with a grin directed down at you. “Of course Lord Deville, goodnight (y/n)~” she sang, skipping off to join Kalista in exploring the castle.

You huffed at her, turning back to the master with a rapidly beating heart, clearing your throat in an attempt to get rid of the wheeze coming from your chest. “May I?” he asked again, his arms reaching towards you. “you may” you whispered back, lifting your arms to wrap around his shoulders as his hands curled around your back and knees, easily lifting you and carrying you back to your room, gently setting you back on your bed and stepping back as you got comfortable.

“If you need anything, just call out, there's always someone awake around here.” the master said with a polite bow of his head, smiling softly as you thanked him and waited till he left; letting out a shuddering sigh as his footsteps receded from your room. “oh-my-god” you muttered, patting your heated cheeks.

Nearly for the entirety of dinner-the master had been staring at you. You could count on one hand the times he looked away, but-gods-for the first time in a very long time, you didn’t feel like you were being stared at like an oddity, but out of pure interest. You really count recall the last time you had been looked at like that, other than by your close family or your best friend Grace.

You took a deep breath to regain your senses, shaking your head “Probably heard you wheezing the entire dinner” you grumbled, reaching behind your back and undoing the strings of your dress, slowly and carefully getting undressed; sighing in relief when you were down to your undergarments, that dress was one of your lightest and easiest to wear for your bad days-but still-it was quite tight around the waist area.

“Ms?” you heard Mrs. Swift call out from the other side of the door “Do you need any assistance getting ready for bed?” you looked around, and then down at yourself…yeah-you couldn’t feel your legs and you really didn’t want to sleep in your underwear. “yes please” you called back, sitting up straight as Mrs. Swift stepped in and got straight to work, helping you get changed and setting your dress and undergarments in their proper places.

“Is there anything else you’ll be needing ma’am?” Mrs. Swift asked, her hands clasped in front of her. You nodded slightly, pointing at the fireplace a few feet away from the window and your bed “yes, could-could you possibly have that lit up? I know it was on a few hours ago but” you paused, playing with your fingers “heat helps the flare-ups” Mrs. Swift nodded with a smile and hurried off to gather what she needed to make the fire.

As Mrs. Swift tended to that, you got comfortable in bed, already falling asleep by the time she returned. She made sure the fire was safe, set your blankets right, and quietly made her way out of your room, jumping slightly as she saw the master just down the hall-his head tilted slightly at your door. “She’s settled for the night master Deville” Mrs. Swift whispered, knowing he could easily hear every word. “She’s as comfortable as she can be”

The master let out a low hum, his eyes trained on your bedroom door. “Good, make sure she is for the rest of her stay” the master muttered, turning on his heel to attend to his duties before he turned in for the night. Mrs. Swift nodded-and returned to her duties, checking up on you every once in a while.

The next day was quiet-the master had breakfast with his potential bride of choosing-as he would do for the rest of you; and spent nearly the entire day with her. At one point you adventured off to the library(with Emma and Serena’s help of course), finding the two sitting by the grand window, enjoying a quiet lunch together.

You caught the master's eye when you were on your way out, a thin and well-read book in your hands. The master glanced down at the book and looked pleasantly surprised, a smile crinkling at his eyes-but his attention was diverted back to his present ‘date’ nodding along to the woman's quiet words.

You continued to catch the master's eyes throughout the day, when you were having afternoon tea with Serena and Kalista-seeing him wander in the gardens with his current date, Emmalie-you thought her name was, his eyes looking up to see you, and staying there for a moment before his attention was once again brought back to Emmalie.

Later-you were out in the gardens, giving Emma a chance to rest after practically carrying you around all day(you didn’t want to stay cooped up all week) resting under the shade of a tree, when you felt eyes on you. You looked up, seeing the master looking at you, curiously. You smiled back, waving a bit before going back to the book you had procured from the library.

You heard him walk over to you, his form joining you in the shade “Now that’s a book I haven’t seen in a while, at least to be read by anyone else than I” the master hummed, his head tilted down at you, his eyes almost shining in the shade. You hummed back, carefully folding your finger between the page you had landed on and the cover-closing the book and looking up at the master.

“Well-its one my great aunt, Marian, read to me when I was a babe, I do remember enjoying it, and I very much still do” the master looked pleased, a spark in his eye that wasn’t there a moment before, and hadn’t been there all day oddly enough. “Good, good” the master muttered, glancing over his shoulder “that is one of my favorites as well, a first edition actually-one of the first few prints the author made” you gasped, unable to help the grin on your face as you held the book closer to your chest-a sight that made the master’s shoulders drop a bit, a crinkle coming to his eye.

“That’s amazing” you whispered, looking back down at the book, gently caressing the fine cover. You didn’t see the soft gaze the master was looking down on you with, tilting his head at you curiously. His attention was once again diverted to his date for the day, she was walking out of the manor-clearly looking for him. “well, I have to go” the master muttered, righting his shirt collar-looking down at you again with a smile “I look forward to our day together” you smiled up at him and nodded, telling him the same, watching as he walked away and greeting Emmalie with his arm-leading her off towards the stables.

You hummed, opening the book again and continuing to read-wondering what the master had in store for your ‘date’ day.

The next day you were in bed all day, resting your legs from the last two days, they felt almost numb-yet you felt nothing but pain when you tried to move them. So you settled for reading the book you had procured the day before and regaining your strength, thanking whatever gods were listening for not afflicting you with any illness, those always made you feel like you had been run over by an ox.

When Emma came by to make sure you were comfortable and give you dinner, she giggled a bit as she corrected your blankets “What’s so funny?” you asked her, licking your lips free of sauce as you set down a piece of ham. “Nothing nothing” she hummed, looking back at you with a cheeky grin as she checked the fire “just the master was asking about you~”

You felt your cheeks flush, but convinced yourself and Emma that he was being a good host, it was his right to wonder about the whereabouts of one of his guests. “uhuh, keep telling yourself that my lady, but he did seem very concerned, reminded me of your mother when you have a flare-up” she teased, remembering the furrow of the master's brow when he asked where you had been all day-he hadn’t seen you once, unlike the day before.

When she told him you had been bedridden due to your legs, he only looked more worried, only relaxing when she told him you had gone through this exact situation before and had healed within a day or two with proper rest. You attempted to reach out and smack Emma for telling you such lies-huffing as she skipped out of your reach and took your empty cup, going out to get you a refill.

You sighed, leaning back against your pillows, wincing as you pulled up your legs-shocks of pain going up your thighs and surrounding your knees. You froze as someone knocked on your door-couldn’t have been Emma, she had just left- you called for them to come in, feeling your face flush as the master stepped in, leaving the door open behind him as he took you in.

“Good evening,” the master said, his hands placed behind his back, rocking forward for a moment before he stood straight again “I just, wanted to see how you were doing. I hadn’t seen you all day, your lady’s maid-Emma” he quickly said her name as you narrowed your eyes, she had become family in the last five years she had served you, you saw no point to call her by her title. “Said you were bed-ridden. I just-wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You smiled, tilting your head just so-the master almost mimicked you with the motion “I’ll be fine. Nothing I haven’t dealt with before; just need a few days to let my legs rest.” The master looked deep in thought at your words, his eyes turning down to the book in your hands. “Thank you, for checking on me” The master seemed to snap back into reality, nodding at your words.

“Yes, of course. Would-“ he cleared his throat, pointing at the book, your bookmark having made its place at the end for the 4th time now. “would you like to read something else? I have a few suggestions if you would like?” you beamed, nodding; you would love to read anything from his library-especially since you seemed to have similar tastes in literature.

The master nodded, taking a quick step back “I’ll be right back then” with that, he stepped out of your room and closed the door behind him, his steps quickly fading away from your room-it almost sounded like he was running to get to his library. You giggled to yourself, happily admitting to yourself that his current attitude was very-cute.

Emma was the first to return, setting your refilled cup on the nightstand next to your bed and bowing out as you told her to enjoy the rest of her night “I’ll check up on you in a little bit my lady, goodnight” Emma hummed, closing the door behind her. You grabbed your cup, sipping at it while you finished re-reading the book you had borrowed from the masters library, perking up as his now familiar knock echoed from your door. “Come in” you called, smiling as the master pushed open the door, a small stack of books in his hand. You beamed at the sight, and here you thought he would only get you one.

“I couldn’t just pick one” he chuckled, seeming a bit shy as he walked over to your side and set the books down next to your bed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stood tall. “but you should enjoy these, they’re similar to that one” he pointed down at the book in your hands. You hummed, closing the one you had just finished again and setting it aside-picking up the top book from the new stack.

“Thank you, lord Deville; you really didn’t have to do this for me” you hummed, smiling as he shrugged, his hands going behind his back as he leaned forward a bit then stood straight-something you noticed he did when was thinking. “You can just call me Walter, or Walt.” The master-Walter-muttered, almost seeming shy in the way he said it. You giggled a bit, tilting your head “Do the other girls get that privilege?” you teased, feeling a bit brave. Walter just grinned back. “No” and with that, he bowed out, leaving you flustered.

“He did that on purpose.” You muttered to yourself, burying your now very warm face into your new book.

The next few days were about the same as before, you were practically stuck in your room; Emma and Mrs. Swift going in and out to make sure you were comfortable, with some visits from Serena and Kalista, the two soon telling you about their days with the master. Upon the seventh day of the week, you were finally up and around-of course having Emma with you so you didn’t hurt yourself. You quickly got dressed upon waking up that fresh spring morning, and then soon found your way outside, basking in the glow of the warm sun.

You felt compelled to take a nap, the grass underneath you so soft and the sun like a wonderful blanket. But you had only woken up a few hours ago-it wasn’t even nine yet-so you settled for reading one of the last few books Walter had given you, leaning against a large tree as a breeze brushed through your hair.

“There you are,” you looked up, seeing Walter walking towards you, a basket in one hand and a blanket in the other, wearing a soft blue tunic over a greyish top. “Feeling better?” you nodded, stretching your legs out to show him. “Good, hungry?” you nodded again, setting aside your book as Walter got down on the ground next to you and set down the basket-full of breakfast foods-and flared out the blanket.

“A picnic?” you hummed, adjusting yourself to sit on the blanket, leaning on your hand as Walter did the same and began to sift through the basket. “I thought it appropriate since you’ve been stuck inside since the third day, question” Walter perked up, suddenly remembering something, looking at you as he handed you a slice of warmed brown bread.

You hummed, biting into it; nodding for him to ask away “Can you ride a horse?” you laughed, bright and slightly surprised at the question but it was valid, you could only walk for short amounts of time, horse riding took a lot of leg strength, but yes-you could ride. Your horse at home was trained to allow you to ride with minimal use of your legs.

“Yes, yes I can.” You giggled, patting Walter’s knee as he flushed a bit, probably thinking the question was a bit personal or pushy. “I love riding actually” Walter looked relieved at that, taking a small breath as you dug into the breakfast he had unfolded, his eyes looming over to the book you had read about halfway through now.

“How are you liking that one?” Walter asked, pointing at the book, chewing on a piece of bread as you picked the aforementioned item up and shook it about, beaming all the while. “I think it’s wonderful; thank you for suggesting it.” Walter smiled, nodding a bit. “You’re welcome, it’s one of my favorites, I have yet to meet its equal.”

You nodded; you could easily say the same. It was a daring tale of true love and adventure, with a dash of sword fighting and humor to put the cherry on top.

The rest of your morning was filled with quiet talking, mostly about the books you had read over the last few days while being bed-ridden, and you asked if there were any more books he would suggest for you to read before you went back home(even if you were chosen, you would return home for a few months to gather your things and get ready for the wedding). He hummed, rubbing his chin. “I do, most if not all the books I gave you so far are from my personal collection, and I do have a wide arrange of books.” Walter chuckled, leaning back on his palm, smiling as you laughed, happy to know that.

“Would you be willing to let me into that collection and take a pick? You have very good taste and I would love to read more” you asked, leaning towards him and nearly squealing as he nodded, tilting his head just so as you silently celebrated. “We can go after we finish up here if you’d like? If you feel up to it” Walter suggested, grinning as you nodded and began to clean up the mess you and Walter had made during breakfast “I’ll get it darling” you froze as the pet name slipped from Walter’s lips, a name he either didn’t realize or care he called you, quickly cleaning up the blanket and putting the leftovers back inside the basket-helping you stand and curling his arm around your waist as you practically rushed him back inside-eager to see the library again.

He chuckled at that, easily holding you to his side as you ventured to the library, soon guiding you to a quiet corner that was brightly lit with a large chair in the corner, hidden from the rest of the library. There was only one bookshelf, filled with books-there were some spaces but you guessed those were the books Walter had already taken out to give you.

You selected two more, carefully watching Walter’s reaction as you did so-happily taking two mid-sized books that his eyes nearly sparked at. Soon you found yourself outside again, under the shade of a large tree, your legs tossed over Walter’s lap as he rested against the trunk, his eyes nearly closed as you read aloud from the book you had been reading before his arrival.

“The Sicilian returned to the other side of the boat. “She would have screamed,” he said. “She was about to cry out. My plan was ideal as all my plans are ideal. It was the moon's ill timing that robbed me of perfection” he scowled unforgivingly at the yellow wedge above them. Then he stared ahead. “There!” the Sicilian pointed. “The cliffs of insanity.” You giggled as you finished the paragraph, this character certainly was a bit daft-no matter how much ‘thought’ he put into his plans or ego he put into his brain.

Walter smiled at the sound, a sound he would like to hear more often. He opened his eyes, looking at you, your eyes glued to the leather-bound book that was decorated with painted gold, your fingers carefully trailing the words on the well-read page.

You continued to read, and Walter let his eyes fall shut again, one of his hands finding your knee that rested across his lap-enjoying your voice as you read one of his favorite books. Many thought his choice of books would be poetry, dramas, tragedies; things similar to that, but he liked adventure-books filled with passion and knowledge beyond his own. And it now was obvious you liked the same, happily reading anything he suggested-you had even picked out another one of his favorites upon your first visit to his library.

His current brides-Viktoria Klopstock, and Vasilica Billington-didn’t find such joy in reading like he did-it was how he escaped the word as a child and teen, so to finally share that with someone…was a bit…relieving, if he must say. He never quite connected to them as a husband should, he honestly never expected to, their marriages were out of convenience and due to the arrangement the three families had made near 200 years ago now.

But he had a feeling-you would be different. Out of the several potential brides that had come to make their deference, you were the only one to catch his eye, and keep it through the week-like that first day, he had almost been unable to focus on his date with Emmalie in favor of watching you.

Walter sniffed, sitting up against the tree trunk, opening his eyes as your legs moved to slide off his lap, watching as you joined him on the trunk and got comfortable. “That position was starting to hurt” you whispered and Walter hummed, holding back a frown. You had been sitting up with your legs across his lap-maybe for only a few minutes-it shouldn’t hurt you to sit like that.

Soon enough, as you continued to read, your shoulder ended up against his, leaning on him as you dove into the tale the book offered you. Walter licked his lips, a question burning at his lips-and he decided to just go for it. “So-” he started, clearing his throat as his voice cracked ever so slightly, you laughed lightly at the sound, turning him with a raised brow “How long have you been affected by all” he gestured to you and then the air-looking unsure of how to word anything. “this?”

You closed the book, leaning forward slightly and looking up to the cloudy sky, the sun still blanketing the grounds with its warmth. “…I don’t remember a day I wasn’t sick” you whispered, which reached Walter’s ear easily. He frowned, tilting his head slightly “you mean, you’ve always had problems with your health?” he asked, just to clarify. You nodded; your leg issues had come later in life-but only due to you not using them as much as you should’ve in your developmental years. But your breathing and basic health had always been weak.

“When I was a child, sometimes the slightest thing would cause me to be Ill for weeks on end, I don’t really remember a time I wasn’t sick.” You muttered, laying your legs flat and huffing, feeling your lungs wheeze with the effort to keep them full of air. “I haven't run since I was five, by that time I could never get enough air to pace myself and my legs were already starting to go awry.”

Walter stared at you, his unbeating heart hurting for you. He knew he could help-if he chose you, if you accepted his proposal-just one drop of his blood would give you the life you had missed out on, your lungs would no longer need air, and your legs would feel brand new. You shook your head, laughing a bit “listen to me, rambling away about my problems. I shouldn’t.”

“I asked” Walter pushed, reaching up and tucking a stray hair behind your ear, smiling softly as you glanced at him. He looked away first, licking his lips and leaning forward a bit before he asked another question “What would you do? If you were chosen? And became one of us?” you blinked, twice, three times, then sighed, a wistful smile on your face.

“I would run as fast as I could” that’s what you really wanted to do. To run, to feel the wind in your hair, your arms pumping at your sides as your feet hit the ground-with no worry that you would be in so much pain the next hour. You said as such to Walter, who stared at you with eyes that were growing softer by the minute. For a moment, you almost thought it was pity-you had seen it all your life-but it wasn’t; you couldn't tell what it was, not yet.

“Good answer” Walter whispered, looking up at the sun and nodding to himself, standing and holding out his hand to you “shall we have some lunch?” you nodded, feeling just a bit lighter getting that not-so-deep secret off your chest-taking his hand and letting him help you up-leaning into his side as he guided you towards the stables.

“Where are we going?” you asked, sitting down as Walter got out a set of horses, one deep black and the other a russet brown. Walter helped you onto the brown one, apparently named Belle. “There's a lake a few miles away from here, I set up another picnic for us there” he patted the basket resting on his horse’s saddle-presumably filled with the picnic he mentioned. “it's quite beautiful at night as well, you can see everything”

You smiled, tilting your head a bit “Another picnic?....I don’t think I’ve spent a night outside in quite a while, me and cold don’t really mix well” Walter paused, shit he hadn’t thought of that. “I’ll make sure to keep you warm then.” he said in response, mentally thanking his past self for packing extra blankets and for there being a fire pit close to where he had planned the picnic. You laughed at his words, flushing a bit “Are you flirting?”

“Why, is it working?” Walter teased, smiling as you giggled, he climbed into his horse and grabbed the reins, turning to look at you over his shoulder “Come along now, before the food gets cold” you hummed, snapping the reins of your horse and it followed Walter. You admired the forest you rode through as Walter led you to the lake on a well-taken path, and soon you arrived at the lake-the sun beaming down on its still surface-the forest surrounding it evergreen and lush, at a small curve-sat a picnic-resting just near a firepit, along with a few books.

“More books?” you gasped, laughing as Walter just shrugged “hey, I like to read just as you.” He shot back, a smile on his lips as you continued to laugh loudly-dropping as you suddenly wheezed and coughed, Belle stopping in her tracks as you doubled over. Walter quickly dismounted, rushing over to you and getting you off of Belle before you fell, a panic in his eyes as you pressed your hand to your chest and struggled to breathe.

“What-what do I do?” Walter nearly yelped, feeling so foolish for not asking Emma how to help you through a breathing attack-and for going so far out from help. You just grabbed his hand, scrunching your nose for a moment as you attempted to regain control of your breathing. The horses rumbled nervously, Belle taking several steps away as Walter held you tight to his chest.

In the minutes that passed-which felt like several panic-filled hours to Walter-you took several deep controlled breaths, closing your eyes as you let yourself fall into Walter’s arms, feeling suddenly very exhausted from the attack. “Did I do that?” Walter asked as everything calmed down. You shook your head, patting his arm as he walked you over to the blanket.

“They come on randomly sometimes-that wasn’t the worst I’ve had-but when I laugh hard-It can cause one, so-I try to control myself usually” you muttered, and Walter felt guilty at being the reason for your laughter. You smiled up at him “Please don’t” you could see the guilt in his eyes and stiff body “it’s not your fault” you tugged him down to sit with you, leaning on his shoulder “I could feel it coming on anyways, this time It just had a trigger.” Walter hummed, looking out onto the lake, drumming his fingers against the blanket.

When he remembered the food, he left your side for a moment, tying the horses to a tree that rested near the lake-letting them rest and get some water, soon returning with the food and the book you had been reading earlier-though this time, he let you eat as he continued where you left off, his voice soothing as you settled down.

“Will you promise not to hurt him” Buttercup whispered. “What was that?” The prince said. “what was that?” Westley said. Buttercup took a step forward and said; “if we surrender, freely and without struggle, if life returns to what it was one dusk ago, will you swear not to hurt this man?” Prince Humperdinck raised his right hand: “I swear on the grave of my soon-to-be-dead father and the soul of my already dead mother that I shall not hurt this man, and if I do, may I not hurt again though I live a thousand years.” Buttercup turned to Westley. “There,” she said “you can’t ask for more than that, and that is the truth”

“The truth,” said Westley, “is that you would rather live with your prince than die with your love.” “I would rather live than die, I admit it” “We were talking about love, madam” There was a long pause. Then buttercup said it: “I can live without love”

There was a sound of pain from beside Walter, and he looked to it, seeing you lying next to him-looking back up with shocked eyes. “She rejects him? after all he did for her?” you asked, having never read this story before. Walter hummed, nodding slightly “She does, I admit when I first read it-I nearly threw the book” Walter chuckled, flipping to the next page-seeing it was the end of the current chapter. “but things get better, I assure you”

You hummed, closing your eyes and letting yourself fall back to that space between sleep and life, Walter’s body heat and the fire he lit as the sun began to dim keeping you warm. Soon a blanket joined you, and Walter continued to read, his hand finding the small of your back as you curled up next to him-enjoying his voice and the tale.

Walter looked up as he noticed the painted skies turning pink that blended with blue and orange. He glanced down beside him, you were asleep-your hand clutching the blanket that covered you-your face shadowed by the flickering fire that kept you warm. He marked his spot on the book and set it to the side, brushing your hair away from your face and whispering he would be back.

Within the blink of an eye, he was gone-and only two blinks later-he returned, with a new basket of food. He set out the meal he had prepared by his personal cook and shook you gently, leaning back on his heels as you slowly woke up, a slow wheezing breath escaping your lips. “Oh,” you whispered, rubbing your eyes as you sat up, seeing the steaming food that sat on the blanket “thank you”

Walter hummed, working on a piece of lamb as you grabbed some bread and meat-about to grab the book again when Walter beat you to it, winking as he opened it when he left off and continued to read, adjusting himself as you leaned against him, reading alongside him as you ate.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Inigo said. “Get his mouth as wide open as you can and tilt his head back a little and we’ll drop it in and see.” Fezzik worked at the dead man’s mouth a while, got it the way Inigo said, tilted the neck perfect the first time, and Inigo knelt directly above the cavity, dropped the pill down, and as it hit the throat he heard, “Couldn’t be me alone, you dastards; well, I beat you each apart, I’ll beat you both together.” “you’re alive!” Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist’s dummy, just his mouth moving. “that is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across, but what can you expect from a strangler. Why won't my arms move?”

“You’ve been dead,” Inigo explained. “And we’re not strangling you,” Fezzik explained, “we were just getting the pill down” “the resurrection pill,” Inigo explained “I bought it from miracle max and it works for sixty minutes” “what happens after sixty minutes? Do I die again? (it wasn’t sixty minutes; he just thought it was. Actually, it was forty; only they had used up one already in conversation, so it was down to thirty-nine.)”

“We don’t know. Probably you just collapse and need tending for a year or however long it takes to get your strength back” “I wish I could remember what it was like when I was dead,” the man in black said. “I’d write it down. I could make a fortune on a book like that. I can't move my legs either” “that will come. It’s suppose to. Max said the tongue and the brain were shoo-ins and probably you’ll be able to move, but slowly.” “the last thing I remember was dying, so I am I on this wall? Are we enemies? Have you got names? I’m the dread pirate Roberts, but you can call me ‘Westly’.”

“Fezzik.” “Inigo Montoya of Spain. Let me tell you what's going on-“ he stopped and shook his head “No’ he said, “there's too much, it would take too long, let me distill it for you; the wedding is at six, which leaves us probably now something over half an hour to get in, steal the girl, and get out; but not before I kill count Rugen.”

“What are our liabilities” “there is but one working castle gate and it is guarded by perhaps a hundred men” “hmmm,” Westly said, not as unhappy as he might have been ordinarily because just then he began to be able to wiggle his toes.”

As Walter read on, the night crawled forward-the stars and moon illuminating the lake. At some point, he found himself lying next to you, the still strong fire -which he had made sure to keep attending to- guiding his eyes to the words on the page, his voice lulling you back to sleep, and for the first time in a long time-you slept under the stars.

Walter looked up at some point, seeing the crescent moon high above-the stars decorating the inky sky around it. He reached towards you gently, shaking you awake “Darling wake up,” he whispered, nodding towards the sky “look” you mumbled for a moment, wondering what he wanted when you saw it; in the sky-were the stars of course- but along that was a paint streak of glowing white and purples, mixing with the stars above and swirling about in the sky.

Walter chuckled at your reaction, bringing you close as you both sat up, his cheek against yours-the warmth of the fire on his skin melting into yours, his arm supporting your back. “one of my favorite times of the night, when the milky way is visible” Walter whispered, barely audible to your ears-but you smiled at his words, following his hand as he pointed out constellations in the sky-you had loved the night since you were child-unable to see it unless it was summer…and even then.

Walter got up for a moment to tend to the fire and soon was settled next to you again, this time his arm was wrapped fully around you, his body, the fire, and the blanket keeping you perfectly warm-though your legs had gone numb a bit ago. “I have a question for you” Walter whispered, and you hummed, leaning into his shoulder as you looked up at the stars. “What is it you want with your life?”

You snorted, turning to him slightly “Going there huh?” Walter hummed, glancing off to the side, a smile on his lips “mm, never mastered small talk” you snorted again, you had noticed-most of your conversations had involved books or delving deeper into yourselves. You licked your lips as you thought of your answer-but…all you could think of was-what you wouldn’t be able to do.

“I…I really never thought of how to answer that…” you muttered, eyes down casting to the lake-staring at the reflection of the moon and stars. Walter turned his head to look at you, watching you intently as you played with your fingers “I’ve been told since I was young that I wouldn’t have a full life, even knowing that we have tripled lives thanks to the contract” Walter hummed, but didn’t interrupt, letting you talk. “so, I suppose I never-thought of what to do…since-it wouldn’t matter in the end-I would be dead before I could do anything. But-“ you huffed, looking back up at the sky, feeling your nose burn and throat ache.

“if-if I could; I would read all there is to read, I would study the stars, I would run through forests, dance till I dropped, laugh in the rain knowing it wouldn’t get me deathly ill-I would live life to its fullest-enjoy every passing moment as if it was my last-which I do try to do but…” you sighed, a tear slipping past your cheek “When you’re reminded every day that, by your own body, that you won't live much longer-that you won’t walk that day, or won't talk-or sleep soundly, or even breathe…it’s hard to do that….you know” you bit your lip, bearing your soul to Walter. “it’s getting harder to wake up now-adays…” Walter jolted a bit at that, his eyes going wide “and-I go to bed each night, wishing everyone goodnight-not knowing if I’ll wake up the next day.” Walter stared, if he had a heart-he was sure it would crack for you.

Walter closed his eyes, took a deep breath, paused for a moment, then sighed. He turned, kneeling in front of you-taking your hands that were freezing at the fingers. You blinked at him, feeling one of his hands wipe away your tears. “if I may” he whispered, his eyes reflecting the stars above “This is a bit-different from how I’ve done it in the past. Usually there's a whole courting stage and a proper announcement and public thing-but” he waved his hand, looking over the grandeur of it all. He looked back into your eyes, tilting your chin up just so. “I have never felt-so connected-with any other bride, potential or otherwise” you furrowed your brows, wondering what he was doing before it hit you.

He was proposing. Holy shit-he was choosing you!? For what reason, you didn’t know-maybe he was pitying you? You didn’t want him to pity you, you had been pitied your whole life-by your parents, Emma, doctors, extended family-everyone. You didn’t want Walter to only see what you lacked-to see your imperfections. “Are you doing this out of pity?” you whispered, and Walter stopped, then furrowed his brows.

“I admit-there was some pity at the start” he whispered, shifting so he sat on his knees “I saw just a frail little thing in my castle-unable to stand on her own-needing help to even walk. But now I see you; your undeniable strength, the courage you have to face the day as if you don’t stare death in his eyes” you could feel the tears returning, unexpecting such words from Walter. “I wish to give you the life you should’ve had, the life you deserve. To run with the wind, to be unafraid to go to sleep, to read every book in the world, and then some-I wish to give you everlasting life, ne’er to face sickness or pain ever again.”

He took your hands at his, holding them to his chest, looking into your weeping eyes. “So I ask you this, Lady (y/n) Alexander. Will you do me the honor, and become my bride? Become Lady Alexander-Deville? i promise you to extend my library, so it will take you a hundred years just to read half, and I will run with you whenever you wish, and spend as many nights with you outside when the moon is bright and the stars shine brighter.”

You sobbed, tucking your chin into your chest, and Walter feared he had scared you off with such a promise and declaration-such things he would make sure to do if you accepted his proposal-he just hoped to whoever was listening; that his powers-his gift to you-would heal you of your physical plights. Finally, after a few moments, you looked back up at him, a bright beaming slime that rivaled the moon looking back at him ”I accept your proposal, Master Deville, thank you” you cried, sobbing into his shoulder as he kissed your hands and held you close, turning you close to the fire to warm you back up, as the blanket at fallen from your shoulders during his proposal.

As the midnight chill began to set into the forest-Walter quickly packed everything up and extinguished the dying fire-picking you up and setting on his horse-getting on behind you and grabbing Bell’s reigns. “what bestows me the honor of riding with you?” you giggled, a flush strong in your cheeks as Walter wrapped his arms around you, the blanket from earlier curled around your shoulders to keep you warm.

“It’s too cold to ride alone, don’t want you getting sick” Walter muttered into your ear-smirking as you giggled again, leaning against his chest as he set back towards the castle. By the time you returned-it was well past midnight, Walter set the horses into their stalls and carried you into the castle-the book the two of you had been reading resting on your stomach as you rested your cheek on Walter’s shoulder-your arms tossed around his neck.

You were nearly asleep when he stepped into your room, setting you on your bed and taking the book from you and setting it on your nightstand-before lighting the fire and closing your windows-taking a slow breath as he looked back at you, your bleary eyes looking back, with a soft smile on your lips “I’ll go fetch Emma, sleep well darling” Walter whispered, leaning over you and kissing your head, grazing your chin with his fingers before he stepped away and out of your room, pausing as you told him to do the same. He smiled at you, nodding a bit “As you wish” with that-he closed the door.

And you had to muffle your scream with a pillow.

You thanked the gods for giving you such a miracle when you woke up the next day-feeling refreshed, your legs were still a bit numb but that was normal, but you felt no clog in your nose or tickle at the back of your throat. You hadn’t gotten sick from the previous night. You silently celebrated in your bed-shifting so you sat on the edge, groaning as you stretched and your back popped wonderfully.

You jumped as your door suddenly opened-two woman walking into your room-one was about your height with long golden red hair, wearing a soft purple dress that hung off her shoulders-the other was tall, dark and terrifying, her black eyes trained on you like a hawk. “good morning~!” the redhaired one said, sitting at the end of your bed and leaning towards you, her fangs on full display.

They must’ve been the Billington and Klopstock brides- Viktoria and Vasilica. “uh-hello?” you nearly squeaked, your shoulders arching up as Viktoria stared you down, almost staying in the shadows as Vasilica practically invaded your personal space. “The master told us, everything-so, welcome to the family lady Alexander~” Vasilica sang, her bright and cheery personality a strong opponent of Viktoria, who hadn’t said a word this entire time.

“uh, thank you?” you muttered, you had only accepted the night before-so you wondered when Walter had told them of it. You looked outside then, frowning as you saw the sun was quite high in the sky. “what time is it?” Vasilica hummed, pursing her lips a bit as she looked out the window with you. “just before noon I think-the master wanted to let you sleep in, but we wanted to invite you for brunch, if you would like?” you nodded with a small smile, watching as Vasilica jumped up and beamed “Wonderful~! Let’s go then, the master waits for us outside.” She turned about to walk out of the room when Viktoria stopped her-noticing you hadn’t moved from your spot.

“Something wrong?” Viktoria said quietly, her eyes trained on you. like Walter, she could smell the sickness that clung to you, the pain in your bones; she wondered why the master would pick such a weak bunny like you, instead of the healthier girls of the bunch. You flinched back at her eyes, fiddling with your fingers “uh-my-my legs don’t work as well as others do-it’s hard for me to walk on my own” you whispered, looking down at your legs, which hung limply off the bed and felt numb.

“Oh!” Vasilica said with a shocked face-apparently Walter had neglected to tell them your lack of properly working legs “oh that’s not a big deal, come I’ll carry you!” she took a step forward, her hands reaching towards you, and you were about to ask her if you could get dressed first-when the master, Walter, stepped into the room. “I see you have all met,” he said quietly, leaning on the doorway. Viktoria nodded stiffly as Vasilica beamed. “I’m sure (y/n) wouldn’t mind you carrying her dear, but it think she needs to get dressed first.” Vasilica looked at you, then at Walter, chuckling a bit “i suppose she does” Vasilica muttered with a shy smile, skipping out of the room with Viktoria slowly following her.

Walter grabbed her arm before Viktoria could fully exit, turning to her with dark eyes-eyes you hadn’t seen before; full of warning and death. “let me warn you now Viktoria. Be nice. Or I will have no hesitation in holding another Klopstock wedding after so long.” Viktoria looked shocked, glancing between you and Walter before she sniffed and tore her arm from his grip-storming off after Vasilica.

Walter huffed, turning back to you with a soft smile “Apologies. She gets…cruel, if she acts as such to you, please tell me-you shouldn’t suffer in a place where you should be respected.” You smiled back at him, nodding, biting the inside of your lip as he stepped towards you and took your hand, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll send Emma up to help you get dressed, I’ll be back to escort you to brunch” you nodded again, squeezing his hand a bit as he smiled down at you.

About 10 minutes later-you were dressed and waiting for Walter-reading more of the book as you did; continuing on from the part you had fallen asleep on. “The Count went for the quick kill, the inverse Bonetti. No chance. “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father…prepare to die” Again they crossed, and the Count moved into a Morozzo defense, because the blood was still streaming. Inigo shoved his fist deeper into himself. “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father; prepare to die.” The count retreated around the billiard table. Inigo slipped his own blood. The count continued to retreat, waiting, waiting. “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father; prepare to die.” He dug with his fist and he didn’t want to think what he was touching and pushing and holding into place but for the first time he felt able to try a move, so the six-fingered sword flashed forward-and there was a cut down one side of count Rugen’s cheek-another flash-another cut, parallel, bleeding-“ A knock at your door and you closed the book-marking your place as you sat up straight, smiling as Walter, your now fiancé, stepped in. “ready?” he asked, smiling as he saw the book. You nodded, holding the book to your chest as he walked towards you, one arm cradling your back and shoulders-the other going under your knees; easily lifting you up and carrying you out to the gardens-where brunch was set up.

Walter set you down on the left side of his chair-Viktoria on his right while Vasilica sat on the other end of the table, on your left. “I love your dress” Vasilica complemented, and you smiled, looking down at your blue and silver tunic dress, pulling at your white sleeves before you looked back at her-telling her the same for her purple dress. She beamed, looking towards Walter with a clear emotion in her eyes ‘I like her’ they read.

He smirked back, sipping at his deep red ‘wine’. You leaned back as a plate full of food was set in front of you, smiling at what you saw- French toast, fruits, pastries, meat; your favorites. You turned to see who had set the plate-seeing Emma winking at you, taking her place back with the other handmaidens and Mr. Fields. Similar plates were set in front of Walter and the other brides, though they had more ham included with theirs. “So,” you stared, picking up a piece of toast and ripping off a smaller piece “do any of the other girls know I've been chosen?” Walter shook his head, setting his glass down and grabbing a strawberry.

“Not yet-I’ll be announcing it tonight at the group dinner, Viktoria and Vasilica will be joining us as well. I’ve already sent a letter to your parents telling them the news, they should get it just before they start heading up here.” you nodded, licking your lips free of fruit juice as you grabbed your cup. “And-what’s the plan after tonight?” you asked next, leaning back in your chair as Walter set down his glass and grabbed a small leather-bound book, undoing the leather strip keeping it closed, and setting the pen aside.

“you’ll be heading home with your parents for two months after they arrive, gathering all you wish to bring back over here, then-of course- you’ll come back and move into the Alexander suite, and it’s customary there is a courting period even if I have already proposed, which is four months, and during that we will plan for the wedding.” He snapped the book closed and set it aside, looking towards you with an assuring smile “of course-all of this aligns if your health is steady, I do not mind waiting a bit longer, or even speeding things along if you need to.”

You nodded, smiling as you felt his free hand grab yours under the table-squeezing it lightly. “so, (y/n)” Viktoria spoke up, her voice slow and calculating. Vasilica and Walter glanced at her, both warning her to be nice. “What is it you like to do?” you blinked-not expecting that question. “oh um,” you stuttered, rubbing the back of your neck “i-I like to read? I’ve practically already read half of Walter’s personal library” you laughed, Vasilica beaming at your words. “oh wonderful, I’m-well-I never learned to read-so I’m glad someone other than the master has a use for that library.”

“Going to be expanding it actually” Walter mentioned, Vasilica cooed at the idea and your heart fluttered at the memory of his promise to expand as such to where it would take you 100 years to read half of it. “wonderful, more books and dust” Viktoria muttered, sipping at her ‘wine’. Walter just rolled his eyes, turning back to you with a smile “im sure (y/n) and I will keep the dust away, right darling?” you flushed at the name, but nodded, eyes drawing to the book that rested beside your cup. You really wanted to finish it-you just got to the truly exciting part. Though you were sure Walter had nearly finished it by the time he showed you the stars.

“Anything else? Or are you just a book-worm?” Viktoria asked, a near sneer on her lips. Walter quickly banished it with a glare. You tiled your head, shrugging a bit “I like to ride? Oh and uh-drawings something I dabble in…oh-my brothers are knights and I’ve always liked watching them train and compete” you shrugged again, honestly you liked doing a lot of things-but-once you thought about it-they were hard to describe.

Viktoria just hummed, tilting her head slightly “Due to your… condition, you don’t do much, do you?” you shook your head, not noticing the side-eye Walter was giving Viktoria. “no, not really-just an unfortunate effect to me. I wish I could do more-but I hardly have the energy to get out of bed sometimes.” There it was, there was the pity, in both Vasilica’s and Viktoria’s eyes, though there was much more sympathy in Vasilica’s than Viktoria’s gaze.

“then for your sake, I hope the exchange at the wedding will do your body good” Viktoria hummed, sounding like a compliment yet her eyes told you otherwise. Walter sighed and pinched his nose “play nice” he muttered to Viktoria, and she hummed back with a smirk “always” she said, reaching forward and brushing her hand through Walter’s chin-length locks. He blinked at her, allowing her to do so but turned back to you.

You supposed you would have to get used to being one of 3 brides, which, hopefully, wouldn’t be too hard-you had never expected to be a bride at all. “now,” Walter started, licking his lips “we should probably tell you the darker details of this marriage, and what will happen upon our wedding” Walter reached up, taking your hand, looking into your eyes “as you should know, we are vampires” you nodded “and you should know we consume human blood to sustain ourselves, but we do also eat human food to keep energy and strength.” You nodded again, looking down at their plates, which mostly matched yours. “which means-you will also have to drink blood, human blood.”

You could feel your stomach turn-you knew about their true natures since you were younger-but to now know you would be involved in it-made you a bit queasy. “Does animal blood not work?” Vasilica shook her head at your question “no, I tried, it’s like you drank nothing. it must be human blood” she said, leaning forward on the table, watching as Viktoria took a sip of her ‘wine’, her eyes on you.

Walter turned his attention back to you “now, we mostly have our blood in cups” he lifted his cup of ‘wine’. “but once in a while, we do require fresh prey, so-sometimes, you will need to feed on a live, or freshly dead, human.” You swallowed harshly, licking your lips as your stomach continued to turn.

"Do I get a choice of who I feed on?” you asked quietly, and Walter nodded. You felt a small bit of relief at that, you could make sure your prey wasn’t someone who didn’t deserve it. “I understand this is a lot to take it, and this is why there's such a long period between now and the wedding, to give you time to adjust to the circumstances,” Walter said, bringing your hand to his lips.

You nodded, it would take time for you to get…used to the idea of killing people for food, but you supposed it would get easier with time, or once you were transformed-the guilt would leave you. Only time would tell. “okay, okay I can deal with that” you whispered, smiling as Walter kissed your hand again. “wonderful, now-“ he released your hand-gesturing to your plate “eat, you’ll need your strength”

You did as asked, opening the book to read as you finished your food-the other girls now conversing with Walter as you distracted yourself with the awaited showdown between Inigo and Count Rugen.

You sat nearly pin straight as Emma finished pinning your hair, an intricate red crystal necklace being clipped to your neck via Mrs. Swift. “There you go deary,” Mrs. Swift said, resting her hands on your shoulders as you looked into the mirror that sat upon the vanity. You tilted your head to the side, seeing the gold earring that hung from your ears, complimenting the deep red of your gown. You had been told-as was tradition-the Deville brides wore red. “I’m happy for you my lady, it’s been an honor to serve you,” Emma said, tears in her eyes. You turned to her, taking her hand with a smile.

“Like hell I would give you up easily” you laughed, scrunching your nose as Emma shook her head, sniffing as she squeezed your hand. “you’ve been by my side for the last five years, and have been wonderfully understanding of all my conditions; if anything-I’ll have you visit once in a while. You’ve been my best friend Emma. I won’t let you leave without a fight”

Emma cooed, hugging you tight and pushing her cheek against yours “Thank you, (y/n)” you thanked her back, holding her as tight as you could before another butler knocked at the door, saying everyone was ready. You nodded, grabbing Emma’s hand and using her arm to help you stand.

Mrs. Swift stood on your other side, a butler walking behind you as you made your way to the grand dining room-pausing at the doors, two butlers standing on each side. You could barely hear Walter from the other side of the thick wooden doors. “-as you all know, I took each day of this week to get to know each and every one of you, to help me make my choice of my Alexander bride. I assume, due to who is missing from this table, you know who I have chosen-and please I know, I chose out of her attributes and reasons of my own, not due to any of your faults. Now-may I please announce, my new Bride; Lady (y/n) Alexander."

And with that, the doors opened, and you saw everyone staring at you, Serena and Kalista looking absolutely ecstatic for you-only two looked disappointed-so you counted yourself lucky as not to encounter any nastiness. You noticed Walter holding out his hand to you, and you could feel Emma holding you tight as you help you walk to him. but you took a deep breath and stepped away from her, joining Walter at his side and taking his hand, smiling as he looked pleasantly surprised. “wrap this up though that hurt like a bitch” you whispered into his ear as he tucked you into his side, he laughed gently and nodded.

He quickly turned, and you saw a set of chairs that sat behind a decorated table, one just a bit taller than the other. He guided you to sit next to the taller one, and then stayed at your side, one hand on your shoulder as you sat up straight, smiling at Serena who was struggling to hold her excitement.

Walter continued to talk but you were hardly listening, looking about the room-seeing Vasilica and Viktoria at the head of the long table, Vasilica was beaming and clapping along with the rest of the girls as Walter’s hand squeezed your shoulder gently, while Viktoria politely clapped, her eyes boring into your soul. You looked away first, turning as you saw Walter take a glass full of deep red liquid, Viktoria and Vasilica being handed the same “charge your glasses” Walter said, and everyone raised their drinks into the air, all looking to you and Walter “To (y/n),” he turned to look down at you, smiling as he did, his hand still gently squeezing your shoulder “my new bride”

“To (y/n)!” you looked up at Walter, reaching up and squeezing his hand back, smiling as his smile turned to a wide grin. “May the bridemaidens rejoice” Mr. Fields called out, the girls all calling back with raised glasses to you “The bridemaidens rejoice.”

With that, everyone took a drink and Walter soon took a seat next to you, setting his glass down and leaning towards you. “everything okay?” he asked quietly, tilting his head slightly. You smiled back at him, reaching up to cup his cheek, looking into his bright blue eyes “everything's perfect” you whispered back, taking the chance and pecking his cheek “Thank you Master Deville”

He smiled, taking your hand and kissing your palm before leaning back in his seat, everyone beginning to eat.

Time flew by during the two months you returned home, your brothers barely letting you out of their sight. It was a bit-jarring-to see your room practically empty by the time you were set to make the journey back to Deville castle, your bookcase was empty, and all your dresses were packed away-minus the ones you were going to wear on the way to the castle.

To think-in only one week, your life had changed drastically, and soon-in about four months-you wouldn’t be human anymore. And maybe-just maybe-you would be able to run the grounds of the castle without collapsing from pain. You smiled at the thought, holding the book you had read over and over again through the last two months; Walter had let you keep it after seeing how much you loved it-and you might’ve grabbed his face and kissed his cheek heavily at the gesture.

You still giggled at remembering his shocked face-if he had the ability to blush he would’ve.

You turned at a knock on your door, calling for them to come in, smiling as you saw your mother and oldest brother step through-his hair a wild mess thanks to his helmet. “just get back from training?” you teased, reaching up as he rolled his eyes, leaning down to let you ruffle/fix his hair. You pulled back; feeling the grime in his hair “Ewwww did you even wash up before coming to see me? You trying to get me sick?” your brother cackled and rolled his eyes, fake sneezing at you and you screeched, weakly pushing him away.

“Oh you two, stop it” your mother laughed, walking about your room and finishing up packing for you. “the carriage is outside (y/n), he just wanted to say goodbye” your bother snorted, crossing his arms and turning to your mother “Goodbye? I’m going with her, gotta make sure she gets there safe and sound.”

“And to threaten Walter?” you groaned, unable to keep the smile off your face as your bother ruffled your hair, sharply grinning down at you “Of course,” he said, almost dramatically holding his hand to his chest “I have to make sure the master is going to be good to my baby sister” you rolled your eyes at him, slapping his hand away and letting him pick you up, your mother close behind as he walked you out to the carriage. It would be about a week's travel to Deville castle, and you hoped to the gods you wouldn’t catch something on the way.

You waved goodbye to your parents and other brother, who had to stay to finish his current training, Emma sitting at your side while your eldest brother-Justin- rode alongside the carriage. “keep her safe Justin!” your mother called as the carriage set off. He told them he would, turning to face the road as you watched your childhood home disappear behind the trees and hills.

When you arrive, Walter was waiting for you, meeting your brother's gaze for a moment before he quickly walked towards the barely stopping carriage-opening the door and bowing his head to you “we meet again, lady (y/n)” Walter said, holding his hands out to you as Emma helped you stand and maneuver yourself into your fiancé’s arms. “hi” you whispered back, feeling your cheeks flush as he stepped away from the carriage-holding you close as Emma stepped out, your brother guiding her.

“lord Deville,” your brother and Emma greeted, Emma bowing her head as Justin held his hand to his chest for a moment. Walter nodded back “Justin, Emma. Pleasure to see you again, now, let’s get (y/n) inside” you rested your chin on Walter’s shoulder as he turned and carried you into the castle, Emma giggled at the sight while Justin huffed a bit, raising his brow at you while you stuck your tongue out at him.

While you settled into the Alexander suite, Justin took Walter aside for a moment, crossing his arms as he leaned against a wall-staring into Walter’s eyes “Lord Deville, while I must thank you for choosing my baby sister, in which I hope is for honorable reasons; do note” he stepped closer, getting into Walter’s face, his lip curling up slightly in a snarl “if you hurt my girl, you will answer directly to me. And whatever crimes I commit against you; I will not care for the consequences. ” Walter smirked, nodding slightly.

“I swear upon my eternal life she will live happily and safely within this castle and as my wife.” Justin held Walter’s stare for a strong moment, then he smiled, patting Walter’s shoulder “good to hear that, now, I must be off-take good care of her-please.” Walter nodded again, watching as Justin made his way to the Alexander suite to say goodbye to you until the wedding.

You perked up as Justin stepped into your new room, nodding at what he saw. “well, I’m going to head back home” he said as he walked towards you, kneeling before you as you sat on your bed, Emma and Mrs. Swift unpacking your clothes and putting them away. You gave Justin a look “you already threatened him didn’t you?” you laughed and Justin grinned, leaning up as you pulled him into a hug “you are such a butt, I’ll miss you”

“I’ll miss you too bug, but not really-see you in four months” he stood, kissing the top of your head, and bowed out, laughing as you chucked a spare shoe at his head-Walter barely dodging it. “oh shit sorry Walter” you gasped, covering your mouth, your shoulders relaxing as he laughed lightly “I was aiming for Justin.”

“I could tell” Walter chuckled, moving to stand in front of you, his hand finding your cheek. “how are you feeling?” you pursed your lips, smiling up at your fiancé. You felt normal, well, as normal as you usually felt, your legs felt fine, and there was no weight in your lungs “good, I didn’t get sick on the way here” you hummed, leaning into Walter’s hand as he rubbed your cheek.

“Good, very good” he muttered, leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Are you hungry at all?” you nodded, you had stopped for lunch before your arrival, but that was several hours ago. “perfect, dinner is ready for the four of us, do you want me to carry you or?” you just grabbed his arms, and he held you steady as you stood “Wonderful, come along then darling.”

The next four months went flying by-and you spent it bonding with your future husband and soon-to-be wives-in-law. It was still a bit of an odd concept to be a 3rd bride in a marriage of four, but you were getting used to the idea and wondered how Walter balanced it all. He spent most of his free time with you, Viktoria and Vasilica joining you for breakfast and dinner each day. There were of course days or weeks you wouldn’t leave your room, the usual cold or something else chaining you to the bed.

But that would be alleviated by Walter or Vasilica visiting you; of course, Emma never left your side. Viktoria was-slowly warming up to you, but that never stopped her from the snide comments and the side-eyes as you would read outside or in the library-mostly tucked into the little corner of Walter’s personal library.

You remembered the first time you saw Walter feed on a live human-you didn’t know who they were or where they came from-but you and Emma stumbled into Walter’s study(mostly to see if he wanted to join you for afternoon tea), only to see him draining the blood from a dark-haired woman. Emma gagged a bit-alerting Walter of your presence and he turned, his eyes near black and his mouth dripping with deep red blood, fangs peeking out from his shocked expression.

He gasped your name out, letting the now dead woman drop and wiping his hands on his pants, licking his lips as he glanced between you and the body “you-you weren't supposed to see that” he whispered, he had wanted to keep you protect from sights like this until you were married-when you would be more prepared to see it.

You looked back at Emma, nodding for her to leave and she quickly and happily obeyed, leaving you alone with Walter. He licked his lips nervously, a deeply concerned frown on his face. “who is she?” you asked, nodding to the woman, leaning on the wall as you stepped into the room. Walter glanced down at her, and swallowed harshly “just-just a widow-she volunteered, she wished her life to end anyway.” You nodded, holding out your new book to him, he glanced at it curiously.

“I got a new book; would you like to read it with me during afternoon tea? It’s called sleeping beauty.” Walter smiled, and nodded, happy you hadn’t freaked out like he thought you would-out of all his brides(which at this point, weren’t that many) you were the most…innocent-but you had been faced with death since childhood-it didn’t bother you as much as it did Emma. “of course my darling, let me get cleaned up first-I’ll join you in the gardens in a moment” you nodded with a grin, turning as Mrs. Swift stepped into the room after Walter called her in. he told her to escort you to the gardens and she nodded, doing as told while Mr. Field and a few other butlers got to work cleaning up the mess Walter made.

As the date of the wedding drew ever closer-your days became consumed with planning, barely able to catch a break. One moment you would be choosing placements and flowers, the next your dress and the menu, then the décor and seating chart.

It was just-a lot-so much it sent you into a flare-up, forcing you to your bed where you stayed for nearly two weeks, and only two weeks left till the wedding. You sniffed up at the ceiling, Emma patting a cold cloth on your forehead to hopefully lessen your fever. “I cannot wait to never be sick again” you grumbled and Emma nodded in agreement, she never minded taking care of you-but she had to agree that you never having to deal with illness again would be a good break for the both of you. She perked up at a knock on your door and quickly went to see who it was, stepping aside as Walter peered in at her.

“She’s resting master Deville, still a ways to go to get over it, but it's not one that’ll last much longer” Walter sighed in relief, a book in his hand as he walked over to your side, and sat down next to you. “Hello darling” he muttered, taking your warm hand in his, and pressing it to his lips “how are you feeling?”

“like shit” you croaked, voice nearly gone. Walter frowned, curling his arm around you and pulling you up to lean against him, your head in the crook of his neck. “what’s that?” Walter held up the book, and you beamed-it was the one from your first date. “yes please”

Walter chuckled, getting comfortable next to you and opening the book “As you wish, Emma, would you please get some tea and bread for us?” she nodded, skipping out of the room as Walter began to read what was now your favorite story. “The year that buttercup was born, the most beautiful woman in the world was a French scullery maid named Annette.”

The day of the wedding got closer and closer, and guests began to arrive as the week came to a close. You happily greeted your parents and brothers upon their arrival. “how has everything been darling?” your father asked, brushing a lock of hair out of your eyes as you all settled in the dining room, the doors leading to the gardens wide open to let the comfortable breeze through.

“wonderful, I got sick two weeks ago due to stress, but otherwise-it’s been wonderful-though Walter hasn’t let me into the library for nearly a month now” you pouted, every time you tried-he, Emma, or Vasilica prevented you, only laughing when you complained or asked why you counted go in. you still had access to the books-but you had to have them delivered to your room instead of freely grabbing them yourself.

“im sure he has a good reason for that” your mother laughed, grabbing your hand and shaking it about before she sat up-she and your family bowed as Walter walked into the room. “lord Deville, once again we thank you for inviting us to your home” he smiled and waved his hand, allowing them to stand fully.

“thank you for coming, and trusting me with (y/n). I trust she’s been telling you all about the last four months” he chuckled, walking over to you and kissing your head. They nodded, Justin raising his brow at Walter who just chuckled at him and leaned down to whisper in your ear “can I borrow you for a moment?” you hummed, but nodded, wondering what he wanted. He quickly scooped your up and bid your family a temporary adieu, walking off with you, and soon you were set down in front of the library.

“I was just talking about the library” you chuckled, almost squeaking as Walter covered your eyes and took your hands “Walter?” “keep them closed” he muttered, backing into the doors and leading you inside.

Your hands gripped his tightly, you had done your best to train your legs to allow you to walk for longer periods of time-but it still hurt to walk most of the time. “Walter?” you asked again, feeling him maneuver himself to stand behind you, his hands on your shoulders “okay, look” he whispered, and you opened your eyes, gasping at what you saw.

He expanded the library, just as promised, now it held nearly twice the amount of books it held before. “oh Walter” you muttered, lifting your hands to your mouth, tears of joy burning at your eyes “its-its”

“You like it?” Walter asked, almost shy in his question, holding your waist with his lips on your shoulder as you looked about the sunlit room. “i-I love it!” you laughed, turning in his grip and cupping his face. “thank you, thank you so much.” You took a brave step, and kissed him, closing your eyes as he let out a surprised hum and easily melted into it, his arms going around your waist and picking you up with ease.

“oh finally” you pulled away with a near squeak, looking over Walter's head to see Viktoria and Vasilica, both smiling(Viktoria had more of a smirk) at the two of you “I was wondering when you two were gonna kiss” Viktoria chuckled, turning on her heel and walking off, Vasilica laughing with a cheeky wave as she walked off in the other direction. Walter shook his head with a fond smile, setting you down and holding you close. “And here I thought Viktoria didn’t like me” you muttered, smiling at Walter as he chuckled and shook his head.

“And I told you she would warm up with time, you have a knack for getting into hardened hearts” Walter joked, kissing your head, tilting his head as you hummed “oh yeah? And what exactly got me into yours?" you teased, trailing your fingers up his chest, holding back a burst of laughter as he told you; completely serious.

"You showed me human kindness and that was your downfall.” You couldn’t help it, you laughed; loudly, your giggles echoing through the stone halls as your family smiled at each other-glad they had ended up making the trip all those months ago to include you in the potential brides.

“You, my good sir, are cheeky” you giggled, taking a few deep breaths as you finished laughing at Walter. He just chuckled, taking your chin and kissing you again, muttering about how he couldn't wait to do that as your husband. “only three days left Walter, be patient.” He hummed, looking very impatient. He kissed you again, holding you as close as he could without squishing you; like he couldn’t get enough of you once he had a taste. You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck-making sure to properly thank him for the expanded library.

You took several deep breaths as you felt Emma pin your necklace around your neck, the gem sitting in the middle of your chest. “Ready?” your father asked, kneeling next to your chair. You took another deep breath and nodded “As I’ll ever be” you muttered, letting Justin pick you up and carry you down to the chapel that was built beneath the castle-the skirt of your dress carefully bunched beneath his arm.

As you got closer to the set of doors that hid the chapel and your soon-to-be husband from you, you could feel your heart race and your palms sweat. You were really doing this; you were really getting married and getting turned into a vampire. You would soon be a blood-drinker, someone who fed on human blood. It was a strong downside to the deal-but-on the other hand.

You would be able to walk on your own, breathe without strain, run for the first time since you were very young, and dance without pain. For all that-it was all too worth what you would have to do to gain it all.

It helped your soon-to-be husband was very, very handsome. You took another deep breath as you were set on your feet, your father on your left side, holding your hand tightly as you clung to his arm. “Ready darling?” your father asked, and you nodded, holding your head high as the doors opened and you began to walk.

Everyone stood from their seats, all eyes on you as you walked towards Walter at the end of the aisle. He glanced over his shoulder at you, and you took a sudden breath; he was dressed in deep red velvet lined with gold, a smile on his face as he watched you walk towards him. soon enough your father handed you over to Walter and you kneeled beside him, eyeing the two silver chalices that sat just in front of you and the minister.

“You look beautiful darling” Walter whispered, curling his pinkie around yours and you smiled, telling him he looked handsome. He grinned back-his fangs fully out-and you thought he looked quite good with them out. You both turned to the dark-cloaked minister as he raised his hands, the altar behind him decorated with yours and Walter’s banners. “We are gathered here this day, to sanctify the union, between our benevolent master, and his new bride; from the Alexander bloodline. Long may they flourish.”

Behind you, everyone from the three great families chanted the words that had been ingrained in you since you had discovered the true nature of your family's power. “May the bridemaidens, rejoice” the minister turned to Walter, who raised his head high-squeezing your pinkie gently. “Master, Do you take (y/n) Alexander to be your bride? To protect and honor her, for all the days of your eternal life?” Walter almost looked proud to say; “I do”.

The minister turned to you, and you took a deep breath as he spoke “And do you, (y/n) Alexander, take the master to love, honor, serve and obey, for all the days of your eternal life?” you glanced at Walter, whose ever blue eyes pierced into your soul, and you thought about the last four months with him. every quiet moment, every kiss on your head, every concerned furrow of his brows when you could cough or wheeze, every time he carried you when you couldn’t walk. His promise to run with you. And so you nodded, turning back to the minister “I do.” You could hear the quiet excited chatter within the crowd, and you could feel the excitement from Vasilica.

*trigger warning for self-harm and blood drinking!*

“May you now exchange blood” you watched as Walter took a dagger, slicing open his wrist and letting it pour into the silver chalice that sat before him. no sooner than the cup filled only a quarter ways-his wound healed, and he took the cup, handing it to you. You took a deep breath as you carefully grabbed the chalice. You closed your eyes then tipped your head back, letting Walter’s blood fill your mouth and go down your throat.

Almost instantly you could feel the change, the power that coursed through you. The weakness you had felt your entire left-disappeared in an instant. The pain in your legs-gone. The heaviness of your lungs-gone. That sickness that never quite left you-gone. You could feel your mouth ache slightly as your new fangs unsheathed themselves, your nails turning black and sharp-along with your fingertips.

You took several, long deep breaths-for once feeling uninhibited from doing so, the wheezing was gone. You opened your eyes, turning to Walter, and he beamed, his hand that somehow found its way to the small of your back rubbing it with his thumb. You turned to the chalice placed in front of you, taking the dagger alongside it and doing the same Walter had-watching as your blood poured into the chalice. And just as his had-your wound healed within a near instant.

You took the cup, handing it off to Walter, who eagerly drank your blood, a low moan rumbling in his chest-some of your blood escaping down the corner of his mouth and trailing down his jaw. He quickly caught it with his finger and sucked it clean, licking his lips a moment afterward. His eyes glowed for a quick moment, and you turned-seeing Viktoria and Vasilica’s doing the same. And the rush of strength and power you had felt upon your turn felt 100x stronger when it washed over you again.

Walter turned to you, and grabbed your hand-and you focused back into reality as the minister continued to speak. “and now, the new lady Deville; will indulge herself in her first blood.” You frowned, wondering if Walter had forgotten to mention something about the ceremony. And that’s when it hit you-the raging hunger-a hunger you had never felt before-a thirst even-for blood. You supposed that’s what made the whole-drinking human blood thing-easier; having the need to drink it. You turned, and if your heart was still beating-it would’ve skipped a beat; for there, at the altar, was a young man looking resigned to his fate-his eyes holding a deep sadness. You turned to Walter, non-verbally asking if the man wanted to die.

He nodded back, leaning towards you to whisper in your ear “a man of no wealth and poor luck-he volunteered in exchange his only child be taken care of.” He was a father…you-you weren’t sure you could kill such a man. Then Walter whispered again “you need not kill him, but simply drink some of his blood until you were satisfied.” You let out a slow breath and nodded, getting to your feet without help-something your mother gasped happily at-something she hadn’t seen you do since you were very very young.

You took the man's lower neck, swallowing as you felt that burning hunger nearly take you over “Forgive me if I go too far” you muttered down at the man, and he smiled kindly, closing his eyes as you bared your fangs-and descended upon his neck.

Everything went fuzzy after that, you could feel the warm liquid of the man's blood fill your mouth and stomach, a new strength filling you with it. It was-delicious, like smooth cream custard. Sweet cherry sauce on a savory tart. French toast drizzled with strawberry glaze. Pastries filled with cinnamon cream.

You pulled away from the man's neck with a gasp, licking your lips clean-using your hands to clean your chin as the man slumped-still alive-but weak. He would need time to recover. You muttered a small thank you to him, and turned back to Walter-his eyes almost dark with a deep lust for you, but lightened with the love he felt at the same time. He held his hand out to you as he stood, and you joined him, easily tucking into his side as the minister spoke again-but you could hardly hear his words, only feeling Walter’s body heat and the blood rushing through your body.

You jolted back to reality as Walter grabbed your left hand, and you looked down to see him sliding a ring on your finger. You had completely forgotten about this part. He kissed your knuckles and then handed you his ring, and you slid it onto his finger, holding his hand tightly as he turned back to the minister.

Soon enough you felt Walter’s fingers under your chin, and you looked up to see him looking at you, his eyes bright as ever, a smirk on his plush lips. He looked at your lips and you easily got the hint-you supposed the minister announced you as man and wife-and it was time to kiss the bride. And with that, Walter kissed you, and you happily accepted it, curling your arms around his back and holding him tight, groaning into the kiss as he licked at your bottom lip. You could just feel his fangs at your lips, and it was likely he could feel yours.

You could hear your parents sob happily, and the crowd soon burst into applause. You opened your eyes slowly as Walter pulled away, giggling as he pecked your lips quickly before he fully pulled back, tugging you into his side as you turned to the crowd. “may we rejoice, in the new Lady Alexander Deville”

“May the bridemaidens rejoice”

The reception was a party, everyone was excitedly talking, dining, and dancing; celebrating your marriage with the master. You stood with Walter at the head table, greeting everyone that walked up to you. It felt-odd-to stand on your own so easily after so many years of pain. It did feel every odd to do it, your legs felt unused to doing this; so you reasoned you would have to train them to get used to no longer needing help.

Dancing with Walter was-a bit embarrassing-something he handled wonderfully well as he guided you across the dance floor. you had honestly never learned to dance-so you practically buried yourself in Walter’s side as he led you in a near graceful waltz. But soon enough you found yourself wandering away from the party-giving the excuse that you needed some time alone due to intense excitement; it took a minute but you finally found yourself on the other side of the castle-facing the forest and stables.

“There you are” you perked up, smiling as you saw your newly-wed husband. He walked over to you and took his spot next to you on the castle wall, his hand finding yours as you fiddled with your new ring. “was wondering where you went, already bored of me?”

“Gonna take me a while to get bored of you” you joked, leaning on his shoulder and letting yourself relax “I’ll get bored of you when I’ll get bored of reading.” Walter let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, holding his free hand to his chest “oh thank goodness, a day never to come.” You laughed, finally freely able to do so without worry of an attack.

You both settled into comfortable silence, taking in the crickets and night birds that settled in the darkened forest, a soft breeze brushing by as the horses quietly ate their hay. “so” Walter muttered, turning his head into yours, his lips pressing against your forehead “you gonna do it?” you frowned, looking up at him confused. He smiled, chuckling a bit “the first thing you wanted to do upon being turned”

You felt a smile grow on your face and you slowly stepped away from Walter, using his arm to lean over and take off your shoes, giggling at the feeling of the grass against your feet. Walter took them from you tilting his head as you took a few tentative steps away from him, glanced back for a moment-

Then you ran-your arms pumping at your sides, the wind in your air, your laughter echoing through the trees. Walter smiled, watching you run with such a fondness he never knew he could feel after becoming a vampire. He dropped your shoes to the floor and took off after you, his laughter joining yours as you raced through the forest, the chatter of the guests blurring into the background as you ran into the night with your husband.

Back at the party, Viktoria smirked into her glass-the sound of Walter’s laughter was a sound she hadn’t heard in quite a while, and while she wished she was the source of it, she found she didn’t mind you being its reason.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years, years into decades, and decades into centuries; and in the late 1800’s, the Deville family found themselves moving into a grand manor known as New Carfax Abbey, the fine white stone a strike difference from the strong grey castle you used to live in. “Walter?” you asked quietly, wondering where he was taking you. Upon your arrival, he had quickly told you to close your eyes and let him lead you into the manor. He had bought the manor upon its completion-but it had been months since-something about minor changes being made to the building. “can I open my eyes yet?”

“No, no, not yet” he muttered back, his footsteps echoing loudly as he brought you into a dark room. It almost sounded like a theater with the way they reverberated off the walls. He stopped suddenly, holding your shoulders for a moment as he turned, sounding giddy “Wait here.”

He rushed off, and you heard curtains being pulled, and sunlight suddenly beamed into the room-making you lift your brows and look towards the light-wondering what he was doing. “Walter? Now can I open them?” you saw his shadow move back in front of you, and he took a deep breath, a smile in his voice as he spoke. “All right, now~!”

You opened your eyes, your hands flying up to your mouth as you gasped. It was a library-a huge library, filled with hundreds and thousands of books, two stories high with spiral staircases and ladders to help you reach the books. Tall windows lit the room in natural light, a fireplace resting at the head of the room, and even more books were set upon the mantel. “Walter-i-I can't-even-wow” you spun around, taking in the wonderful sight, walking around Walter as he grinned at your reaction-you were completely speechless, even more so than when he had expanded the library of the original Deville castle.

“you like it?” Walter asked, almost shy, repeating his words from hundreds of years ago; smiling as you leaped into his arms at the nearly rhetorical question. “like it? I love it! Thank you, Walter” you almost sobbed, taking his face and kissing him, your arms around his neck as he lifted you off your feet. He pulled back after a moment, shaking his head in an attempt to not get lost in the moment “I have two more surprises for you” he hummed, setting you down and taking your hand, running with you down to the other end of the library-were you found a kitchenette.

“My own little kitchen?” you laughed, opening the cabinets to see your favorite snacks and pastries packed away; waiting for you to eat them while you read away. “awwww, I love it” you laughed as Walter nodded, happy he had made a good choice “what's the second surprise?” you asked, taking Walter’s hand as he held it out to you, leading you to a slightly dark corner.

He looked around, then pulled at a small notch in the wall, stepping back as the bookcase slid back and to the side “holy shit” you muttered, letting Walter lead you into the room, laughing as he pulled a few curtains opened and revealed a mini-library-around the same size as his study. But you recognized every book in there, it was his and your favorites-with that oh-so-beloved book of yours sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the back bookshelf.

“A secret library?” you teased, turning to Walter and wrapping your arms around his neck, looking over his shoulder to see another fireplace with a chair resting in front of it-perfectly sized for the two of you, either you to be tucked into his side-or sitting on his lap.

“I thought it appropriate” he muttered, closing his eyes and holding you close, taking a deep breath of you and relaxing. “And did Viktoria and Mary get their own little rooms?” you teased, while you absolutely didn’t mind the favoritism Walter showed you, but-they were also his wives and they deserved just as much from him as you did.

He nodded “yes yes, Viktoria has a music room, her harp already moved in; and Mary has her own kitchen, free to bake as she likes” you hummed, you couldn’t wait to see what Mary created-she was a wonderful cook and pastry chef, having made the best Pain Au Chocolat you had ever tasted in your last nearing 500 years of life.

Vasilica had unfortunately died to hunters about 200 years back, Mary being her ‘replacement’. you had Viktoria had actually gotten a bit closer due to Vasilica’s death, and you made sure Viktoria wasn’t cruel to the new Billington bride-just as Vasilica had done for you during that fate-changing week(which shocked you, you hadn’t seen Viktoria until that final day-but that was due to Vasilica interfering and keeping Viktoria away from most of the potential Alexander brides.)

“Good” you muttered, kissing Walter softly then you spun on your heel, giddy as you looked upon the secret library. “so-uh-“ you turned again, about to ask if you could get started but Walter was already holding out his hand, grinning as he prepared to lead you back out to the grand library. You let out a laugh, eagerly following him out-your giddy laughter filling the pristine library.

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Well-this was a LONNNG boi!!! 61 pages and 19709 words!!!!!!!!!!!! I started this back in early December I think too-so it’s been a long ass minute since I started this XDXD anyways-hope yall enjoyed~ and now onto OUAD Walter version~!!! As promised/planned~ gn!!!!

also sorry for killing off Vasilica!

taglist!

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#walter deville x reader #walter deville #the invitation 2022 #chronically ill reader #vampirism #princess bride #mentions of death #impending death #short life span #happy ending #blood drinking #self harm #this is a LONG mf #61 pages #19000+ words

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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FORTUNE TELLER 11

Part 10 🔮 current 🔮part 12

Warnings: sexual abuse, panic attacks, drugging, self harm, cross dressing

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Koko smiled as he and Sanzu were left alone with their little dove, poor (name) fiddling with his fingers and tried to make himself as small as possible under Sanzus piercing gaze "you can't go out today but that doesn't mean we can't have fun in here" Koko said almost lovestruck as he sauntered over to the seer "and we can have fun, can't we?" His question was rhetorical but (name) nodded in fear of what could happen and Koko just grinned "good boy"

Surprisingly, Kokos version of fun was fairly tame.

Fortune telling with cards.

(Name) was just thankful it wasn't him doing the fortunes.

"You can't tell your own fortunes so let me tell you yours!" Sanzu wanted to put a bullet through his skull but didn't say anything as he glanced at (name) who looked a little curious about the tarot cards before him "you never got your fortune read before?" Koko asked as he saw the look of confusion that was painted on (name)s face "well who knows, your fortune could be fun!"

(Name) didn't know how that could even be possible given his current situation but who knows.

Maybe this place will burn to the ground with them all in it.

Koko seemed giddy as he let (name) shuffle the cards "now pick three cards and set them face up the way you lifted them"

(Name) tentatively placed the cards from the top of the deck onto the table"w...what do they mean?" He asked softly, jolting slightly as Sanzus hand made it on his hip, rubbing circles and teasing the others waistband.

"Hmm let's see... Oh my" Kokos eyes were wide as Sanzu rested his head on (name)s shoulder, breath tickling his ear "what is it?" He asked with a raised eyebrow "his future will basically freedom of the unknown... Oh no wait it's a future of bondage and tragedy" Koko said passively and Sanzu grinned, his scars reminding (name) of devil horns "bondage... How fun"

All (name) could think of is that this fortune basically spat in his face that he could never be happy.

He could never be free.

Sanzu recognized the look that washed over (name), that was the look he had before he freaked out.

Tears rolled down (name)s cheeks as his nails dug into the palms of his hands to the point of blood shed "don't worry starlight, we will make it all better"

That made it worse.

(Name) began hyperventilating as Sanzu pulled him close and in one fell swoop used pressure points to (name)s body to force his body to relax, in his hazed and panicked state be could hear Sanzu tell koko to grab the cocktail.

Shit.

He had to be calm, fuck fuck fuck!

He could feel the needle press into his neck and within minutes his body felt numb "you were doing so well too..."

Sanzu was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned up the wounds on (name)s hands, wrapping them "now, Koko has a surprise for you" Sanzus grin was manic as he lifted Bontens beloved up up and over to the sitting room where Koko had a bunch of expensive bags and such "don't worry, we can still have loads of fun!" Koko said pulling out something (name) definitely not agree to with a sound mind, Sanzu grinning at the piece.

RIIIING

"Speak" Sanzu hissed into the phone as Koko took his sweet time taking off (name)s shirt, the white haired man kissing (name)s temple as (name) swayed around to a non existent song.

"Koko, the king wants (name) at Bonten headquarters"

Koko sighed and out (name)s shirt back on "I guess dress up with have to wait till later"

(Name) never touched sunlight, the two making sure no cops could even get a glance at (name).

It would ruin the surprise after all.

The other six Bonten men looked happy, even Mikey looked less...well Mikey.

(Name) was placed in Mikey's lap, head lulling on the others shoulder as Ran walked over with dental putty "open wide angel" ran said as Mikeys fingers opened up (name)s mouth and the sight had no right being erotic to Ran but it did.

Mikey pressed (name)s jaw closed to get the imprint "you stole my mouth...." (Name) slurred with furrowed eyebrows once ran removed the putty and plastic piece "don't worry starlight, we just copied your teeth"

"Why...?"

"Don't worry about it, here have a macaron" Kakucho pressed the cookie to the others lips and watched (name) munch on it "so what did the little stoner do?"

"Koko read his fortune for fun and he lost his shit at the fortune" Sanzu said simply "he was doing so good too, well at least now he is more compliant"

"Hey, (name)" Mikey said softly, catching the others attention and (name) sluggishly turned to look at him "sleep" he said kissing the corner of (name)s mouth before applying pressure to a pressure point and watching him go limp.

The summer air felt nice around (name) as he stood on a balcony looking out to the street.

"What are you doing out here?" Mikeys voice rang out behind him and wrapped his arms around (name)a waist in a loving embrace and (name) gently touched the man's white hair, the strands soft between his fingers before gripping tightly and in one fell swoop pulled them both over the railing.

(Name) smiled as his body made impa---

Naoto wanted to vomit as he looked at the charred body before him.

All the markers fit (name).

But... Something wasn't right.

It didn't add up, why go through all that effort just to kill him.

"The tests came back, it's not a match" the mortition said to the detective "the teeth are fake, it almost fooled me but it's resin"

"Then that means he's still out there"

He would save (name) or so fucking help him.

(Name) no longer left the building, they kept him locked away like a decorative doll.

Something for their eyes only.

(Name) expected them to use him again, why wouldn't they? He's practically a cheat code for them.

They brought people to him, had them bound and gagged as they did mundane things like eat breakfast and Bonten acted like it wasn't tense, talking away as if a beaten man wasn't half conscious at the table with Rindō tasing him every so often to keep him awake.

(Name) tried not to make eye contact with the man whom he had yet to be introduced to, trying to think of anything else.

They dressed him in traditional women's clothing, high quality garments and had him sit either in their laps or on a cushion on the floor as they did things.

It was incredibly dehumanizing and it took everything not to throttle Mikey, he had witnessed Mikey's strength when someone tried attacking the blond.

It was horrifying.

"It's time starlight" Rans voice rang out once they finished eating, practically forcing (name) to eat these days.

Ran held (name) seemingly with so much care and love as he led him to the victim, (name) was no longer allowed to wear gloves after scratching Koko in a fit of panic.

The headaches post reading got worse.

He thought his head was going to explode at this point.

God he just wanted it to end.

Naoto had people watching the building he's seen Bonten frequent the most, waiting for any sign of (name) so he could get a warrant.

He was so close he could feel it.

It was never going to end, was it?

(Name) had done three readings today, now he lay on Mikey's bed, the silks freezing as Mikeys room was always cold.

The drugs made it impossible to fight back with anything, including Mikey's advances.

Nothing could get rid of... Of what Mikey's done to him.

What they all had done to him though they hadn't...done that yet.

Thank god.

They had a makeup artist come in, doing (name)s makeup pretty and making him unrecognizable "were going somewhere special, to many eyes in Tokyo trying to gaze upon you" Kakucho said softly to the semi drugged man, (name) staring at him with a cold expression as he wasn't drugged enough to be giggly and loopy.

He just struggled to formulate proper sentences and was very hazy and wavy.

There was an issue in the garage, a cop tried bugging it so they had to disguise him to take him outside, making him look like a beautiful woman to throw people off.

It was pretty convincing too.

"So behave, good boys get a reward"

Bonten had a compound Osaka, having it converted to be an ornate cage for sweet (name).

(Name) was brought down via elevator, Takeomi keeping a hand on his hip and Ran had an arm aroud his shoulder.

Naoto knew his plan would work.

He knew what he did would force Bonten to bring (name) outside, the criminals dressing (name) up as to smuggle him without issue as (name)a face was plastered on missing posters around Tokyo and besides...

Naoto could recognize those eyes anywhere.

That was (name).

Rindō noticed Naoto speed walking closer and sighed, pushing (name) into the first car as he, Mochi Sanzu and Koko stared down the detective "can we help you detective? We're quite busy" Koko said condicendingly as he clicked the car door shut.

"Who was that?"

"Who was who?"

"That person!"

"Detective, I don't have time for these games" Koko said with false exhaustion "we have places to be, now if there's nothing more to say" Koko said shutting down the conversation and Naoto gritted his teeth as they drove off.

Rushing to his car, Naoto wasted zero time following the two black SUVs that contained (name).

He wasn't going to lose him again.

He owed him that much.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #bonten x reader #male reader #bonten x male reader #angst #abuse

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islwyn-the-heartless · 3 months

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The Call to Battle

A/N: Just a little something... A while ago I was thinking about him and wrote an izzy fic of him killing someone when he was still a gladiator

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Title: The Call to Battle

Summary: Islwyn Blackrock is a gladiator known for his ruthless fighting style. He enters the arena to cheers from the crowd and is determined to keep his place.

Words: 2,461

CW for violence, and izzy literally killing someone ig

The deafening roar of the crowd echoed through Islwyn's thoughts as he strode onto the arena floor. Coarse sand crunched beneath his sandals, sending trails of dust swirling around him. Towering stone walls rose high above, their monolithic forms casting long shadows that stretched across the expansive battleground. Islwyn let his gaze wander over the faces in the stands, taking in the mix of emotions flickering across spectators from all walks of life.

Some watched with gleaming eyes, practically vibrating in their seats with pure excitement. For them, the arena was more than just entertainment - it was primal, it was visceral. It allowed them to escape, if only for a moment, from the rigours of everyday life in a rapidly changing world. Others observed with practised nonchalance, as if the violence on display meant little more than a distraction from tedious matters of politics and commerce. A few among the nobility even looked bored, regarding the proceedings as little more than primitive savagery unworthy of their scholarly minds.

And scattered throughout were those whose frenzied anticipation bordered on bloodlust, hanging on the warriors' every clash of steel with a hungry fixation. Islwyn felt a pang of disgust at their unbridled thirst for mayhem, but he brushed it aside. This was his arena, where he had built a reputation as one of the deadliest fighters to ever grace the sands. Today, that reputation would be put to the test like never before.

The metallic screech of gates being drawn open pulled Islwyn's attention back to the matter at hand. His opponent had arrived, and by the escalating roar of the spectators, this was no ordinary challenger. Muscles tensed in anticipation, Islwyn turned to face the shadowy entranceway, bracing himself for what was to come.

A hulking silhouette emerged from the gloomy passageway, its sheer mass blocking out what little sunlight filtered in from overhead. Islwyn stiffened as inch by inch, the figure stepped into the light - and it was all he could do to stop his hands from trembling at the sight. This warrior wasn't just legendary, he was downright monolithic, a veritable mountain of corded muscle and scar tissue.

Grimmjaw the Ruthless lived up to his moniker, radiating an aura of brutal prowess that caused even the boldest onlookers to shrink back in their seats. A bristling mane of dark hair framed a face that was all harsh angles and cruel sneers, bearing the marks of countless violent encounters. And in his massive palms rested an axe the size of a grown man, its chipped edge glinting hungrily.

If the roar of the crowd had been deafening before, it was now approaching apocalyptic levels. Men and women alike screamed themselves hoarse, some calling for Grimmjaw in savage devotion while others remained loyal to Islwyn's cause. Money and jewellery changed hands wildly as last-minute bets were placed, gambling on which warrior would emerge the victor from this epic clash.

Islwyn took a deep, steadying breath as Grimmjaw joined him in the centre of the combat zone. They circled slowly, sizing one another up while thousands of rapt onlookers hung on their every motion. Islwyn's eyes roved over his hulking adversary, analysing every inch for potential weaknesses to exploit. But Grimmjaw was a perfect specimen, without any discernible flaws to target. His rugged physique rippled with coiled power, giving the impression of a wild beast barely kept in check by its own flesh and sinew.

Their eyes met, and Islwyn saw nothing but cold calculation behind Grimmjaw's predatory gaze. Whatever humanity may have once existed in the man had long since been beaten out of him, leaving only a remorseless engine of destruction hungry for bloodshed. Grimmjaw's lip curled in barely restrained malice, as if daring Islwyn to make the first move and hasten his demise.

Islwyn schooled his features, refusing to give his opponent the satisfaction of seeing fear. He knew Grimmjaw, like any true warrior, fed off the vulnerability of others. But Islwyn had faced too many challenges, endured too much pain, to crumble under mere intimidation. His hands tightened around the shaft of his morningstar, fingers calloused and thickened from countless battles. This would be his greatest test yet, but fall he would not.

The deafening clamour of the spectators swelled like a physical force, pressing in from all sides as the warriors continued their tactical gauging. Behind Grimmjaw's impassive mask, Islwyn sensed a well of simmering violence barely contained, the primal urges of a killer through and through. But underneath the facade of ruthless ferocity, he glimpsed another emotion - one that caused his stomach to twist uncomfortably.

Loathing, bare and vengeful, simmered just below Grimmjaw's cold eyes. Whatever personal history lay between them, matters of past wrongs and perceived slights, it lent an extra layer of toxicity to their imminent duel. This fight would be about more than pride or victory - for Grimmjaw, it was personal.

And in that moment, Islwyn knew true fear. Grimmjaw fought not just to win, but to destroy completely. Any mercy or restraint would be nonexistent in the barbarism to come. Only one of them would walk away intact, while the other left broken and defeated. Yet despite the terror writhing in his gut, Islwyn straightened to his full height and stared his foe down, letting no weakness show. This was it - the moment of truth before an onslaught that would test his limits like never before.

The two combatants tensed, coiled springs waiting to unleash pent-up violence. Breaths slowed as focus intensified, tuning out the screams and cheers of the bloodthirsty audience. Time itself seemed to slow to a crawl, the whole arena holding its collective breath. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, some unseen signal passed between grizzled opponents.

As one, they lunged with savage grace, Islwyn whirling his spiked flail while Grimmjaw swung his mammoth axe in a punishing arc. The impact shook the arena to its foundations, a colossal BOOM that silenced even the rowdiest spectators in stunned disbelief. Then pandemonium erupted as their gleaming weapons sang in a lethal dance, carving arcs of silver through the muggy air.

Blow met block in a cacophony of clanging steel, the force of each collision jolting bone-deep. Islwyn pivoted and spun in a graceful whirlwind, morningstar lashing out with the speed of a striking snake. Grimmjaw lumbered behind his shielding axe, meeting each strike head-on with shocking resilience. Their battle was a skillful display that enthralled the masses, two masters pushing each other to new limits through violence alone.

Blood began to flow as nicks and cuts accumulated, sprinkling the sands below in droplets that darkened the ground. Islwyn felt a sting along his ribs that heralded the first touch of Grimmjaw's axe, slipping past his guard for just a moment. A strangled grunt escaped at the sharp sting, but he didn't slow, retaliating with a two-handed swing that jolted Grimmjaw's shoulder with an audible crack.

The larger man roared in pain and fury, a blood curdling sound that lifted the hairs on Islwyn's nape. Pure animosity radiated from Grimmjaw's bulging frame as he redoubled his assault, axe moving with inhuman speed. Islwyn retreated step by step, parrying and weaving around the barrage as best he could. Sweat poured in rivulets down his corded muscles from the concentrated effort, making his iron grip slippery.

Their dance of destruction carried them across the ring, tracing chaotic patterns through the dust. Grimmjaw crowded Islwyn towards the chain link fence separating spectators from combat, manoeuvring to pen him in. But Islwyn proved as agile as any cornered animal, using the barrier to launch himself sideways in a spinning manoeuvre. His morningstar whistled through the air and slammed into Grimmjaw's unprotected flank with a meaty crunch, tearing scarlet furrows in his flesh.

Grimmjaw bellowed in agony, features twisting into something downright demonic. Blood streamed from the ragged gashes, already staining the sand crimson beneath his boots. Yet through sheer force of will, he refused to fall, counter attacking with a two-handed overhead smash meant to cleave bone. Islwyn snapped his weapon up just in time, the jolting impact sending spikes of pain shooting up both arms.

Locking eyes, they saw only merciless reflections of themselves - savage killers intent on spilling the other's lifeblood, no matter the cost. This wasn't a simple battle any longer, but a clash of wills, a test of which held the firmest grip on survival. Around them, the spectators were reduced to an incomprehensible din, their frenzied vibrations blending into the primal rhythm dictating the warriors' movements.

Time and again steel met with ear-splitting clangs, a blistering exchange that left no room for rest or recovery. Battered and heaving, Grimmjaw and Islwyn poured all their strength, skill and concentrated Islwyn and Grimmjaw continued their brutal clash, pushing past surging waves of fatigue as their limbs grew leaden. All reason had fled in the throes of battle madness, primal instincts taking over completely.

Grimmjaw snarled and snapped like a feral beast, crimson spittle flying from his lips with each crazed swing. His muscles spasmed and buckled, yet still he fought on through sheer willpower alone. Across from him, Islwyn panted heavily, vision tunnelling down to Grimmjaw's form. Every jarring impact left him reeling, yet he could not - would not - back down.

Their circling footsteps traced a frenzied spiralling pattern through the sand-strewn arena floor. At the centre, spatters of blood mingled amid the dust to form a macabre whirlpool of violence. Spectators screamed themselves hoarse with each blow exchanged, some standing on precarious perches atop the barrier walls to get a better view of the savage spectacle unfolding below.

Gambling fortunes changed hands faster than ever amid a dizzying blur of activity. Nobles shouted colourful insults and encouragement down at the fighters, caught up in carnal thrills untouchable in more civilised circles. Common folk waved banners and tossed coloured powders into the air, representing their favoured warrior in a riotous display.

Through it all, the combatants plunged ever deeper into a private hell forged from steel and sweat, every remaining shred of thought drowned out under an overwhelming flood of instinct. Survival itself had become the sole motivating force, primal directive screaming louder than any rational voice left in their frayed minds.

Something had to give. After what felt like an eternity, Grimmjaw slipped - just slightly, a twitch of his boot sole in drying sand. But it was all the opening Islwyn needed, summoning his last vestiges of strength for a decisive counter. His morningstar whipped through the air in whistling arcs, all his remaining weight behind the swing. It connected with a nauseating crunch, bone splintering under the force of multi-pronged metal.

Grimmjaw reeled backwards with an agonised roar, dropping his axe to clutch his blood-spurting skull. Islwyn snarled and followed through, swinging his spent weapon again and again in a brutal onslaught. Each hit struck like thunder, pulverising Grimmjaw's massive frame. The larger man wavered on his feet, bulk trembling on the verge of collapse.

Then finally, after one last devastating blow, Grimmjaw's knees buckled. He crashed face-first into the pulpy sand, still as death. An unnatural stillness fell over the arena in his abrupt cessation of movement, shock stealing words from thousands of throats at once. Islwyn stood over the prone form, heaving for breath as his morningstar slipped from nerveless fingers.

For a suspended moment, nobody dared make a sound. Then as one, the spectators found their voices once more in an explosion of noise that nearly shook dust from the rafters high above. The roar was deafening - part hysteria, part admiration, colliding into an overwhelming din that lifted Islwyn's fatigue if only for an instant. He tossed his head back and let loose a primal howl of triumph, claiming victory in the only language that truly mattered within these bloodstained walls.

All around, cheers rang out with abandon. Betting sums exchanged hands at breakneck speeds, fortunes made and lost on this singular battle's outcome alone. Colourful celebratory powders rained down in hued torrents, bathing Islwyn and the still form at his feet in bizarre rainbow hues. Hands pounding against the barrier walls sent vibrations through solid stone like thunder without end.

Islwyn drank it all in, fatigue burning away under exultation's glow. This was what he lived for - the thrill, the adrenaline, the savage glory of emerging on top against impossible odds. Nothing compared to standing in triumph over a seemingly unconquerable foe, with thousands chanting your name in awe and fervour. Here, in this arena, he had truly lived.

As the adrenaline began to fade, weariness swept over Islwyn in a crushing wave. His battered muscles trembled with exertion, knees threatening to give out at any moment. Only his iron will held him upright as the deafening cheers of the crowd washed over him.

He took a final moment to bask in the adulation, letting the roar of the spectators rush through his veins like the richest vintage. Victory was as sweet as the finest nectar, reaffirming his place at the pinnacle of the gladiatorial world. But now, the time had come to exit this brutal stage.

With an almighty effort, Islwyn dragged his morningstar from the ground and lifted it high, eliciting another surge of hysterical cheering. Sand peeled away in grimy flakes as he turned to take his leave, the effort staggering on legs that wanted only to buckle. Each step felt like wading through quicksand, and dark spots swam before his vision. Only decades of hard knocks kept him moving forward through sheer force of will alone.

Finally, blessedly, the entrance gates loomed ahead like the gates of paradise itself. Islwyn stumbled through with a last surge, immediately sagging against the stone walls of the passage beyond with a grunt. Shadows embraced him kindly, masking his weaving form from thousands of still-baying spectators. But the roar followed, echoing endlessly down the tunnel long after the massive gates rumbled closed, sealing him in privy silence at last.

In the dim light, Islwyn allowed his façade to crack, slumping fully against the wall. His heaving breaths echoed raggedly off lacquered stone, mingling with the throbbing din inside his skull. Every muscle screamed for respite after the brutal ordeal, wracked with tremors that betrayed his humanity laid bare once more. Blood seeped from various abrasions to stain his tanned skin, glistening wetly in shafts of sunlight.

How long he remained thus, Islwyn couldn't say - time held little meaning squeezed within the passageway's womb-like embrace. But slowly, his harsh pants eased to a less laboured rhythm. Shudders subsided, leaving him limp and drained yet somehow at peace. Victory's afterglow suffused his weary flesh with a comforting warmth, dulling the sharper pains that clamoured for attention.

#seras campaign #islwyn blackrock #islwyn the heartless #islwyn/killing a man #fanfiction #one shot #short story #seras posting #mine

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 11 months

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i kinda remember seeing somewhere that mobius is implied to have killed her father, do you maybe have a link to where it was said?

It wasn't "said", it's just a possibility because she had the means (she was the one giving him his medication), the motive (he was abusing her) and he died before her tenth birthday so the situation wouldn't have evolved much.

It's also possible he just died of his illness despite the treatment.

Sources under the cut, taken from the Elysian Archive.

Elysium Everlasting: Mobius description

From the time she was born, she was often in the presence of death.

Her mother, her father, those around her. They all had left their mark on her, and all had died in different ways.

It’s not that she wasn’t sad, but another feeling had taken hold of her at that moment.

Death had left a shroud over her heart, but brought with it a different kind of desire.

Such a mysterious and ancient law, how exciting it would be to rail against it!

Her experience when she was younger had planted that seed in her heart.

As time went on, she would rise to the top, drafting a legend by her own hand. But she would never quench the desire in her heart.

She must seek out the law that is death.

And then disaster struck, destroying all order, and she knew this was her moment.

And then she found what she was looking for: herself.

Shackled to her young body is an ambitious soul. She waits over countless reincarnations, pressing onward to the infinite life she pursues.

One day she will master life and death and manipulate it in all things. She will rewrite nature’s laws and hold the world in the palm of her hand.

For this, she is willing to pay any price.

Mobius: Birthday

The girl’s bare feet made a pitter-patter as she walked across the floor.

Just like her delicate hands, her feet shone bright white in the sunlight, even giving the illusion of being translucent.

But in this rather dim room, such a sight was rarely seen.

“Life passes in the blink of an eye, and happiness is mixed with pain and confusion…”

The sound of music came from a corner of the room.

Standing on her tiptoes, the girl carefully got the medicine box down from the cupboard. She skillfully prepared the amount she needed, and then took it over to the emaciated man.

She looked at him quietly with an expression of pity, waiting for him to take the white tablets.

Yes, she felt pity… pity for her “father”.

The girl wouldn’t normally have such an expression, even though the man’s appearance was indeed pitiful.

The man was once a well-known apothecary. He was a widower, and although he did reminisce about his wife from time to time, he was not a broken man. Even now, the girl remembered the compassionate tone he used when prescribing medicine to a patient.

He had always been a gentleman and an excellent father… until he was afflicted by that horrible illness.

Pop—

The sound of a slap rang out suddenly. The girl did not cover up her face. She just stood in silence, wondering where the blood in her mouth came from. Was it from her gum or her cheek? She didn’t ask the man why he would do such a thing.

She was used to it.

There wasn’t a real reason why the man who had been tortured by his ailment for so long hit her.

Usually, it was just a signal to his daughter that she could leave… or that she had better get out.

The girl did not blame her father, given the circumstances.

The names, amounts, efficacy, and side effects of the tablets she had just prepared came into her mind.

Yes, just like with her father’s old patients, the side effects of the pills had hijacked his mind and affected his cognition.

The girl suddenly felt that the entire situation was ridiculous.

A little white pill, flawless and clean in appearance, could completely destroy someone’s personality and turn them into someone else.

It seemed to her that humans are ridiculously fragile creatures.

Ridiculous… hilarious… ugly.

Today, the girl didn’t comply with her father’s “request” and left the room.

She tidied her faintly green-colored hair, and looked up with a playful expression.

“You really look ugly.” “I will never turn into someone like you.”

Pop—

Another slap rang out.

Blood oozed from the corner of the girl’s mouth, but she continued to look at her father with a playful expression.

“Life passes in the blink of an eye, and happiness is mixed with pain and confusion…”

The music returned, a familiar melody in a familiar place.

“I will make humanity… evolve”

“Whatever disaster befalls us, I will not let humans be humiliated like this.” “I won’t let them become wretched monsters…” “like you.”

“...” The girl ignored her pain and took a deep breath.

“That’s all I have to say. Hit me again.” That day was the girl’s ninth birthday.

It was also the last birthday she would spend at home.

#honkai impact #hi3 #asks #mobius

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ashyblondwaves · 1 year

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the ily prompts 50# jancy

Prompt: “I think you're beautiful“ Pairing: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Rating: T Word Count: 927

It was the perfect fall day for a wedding. The sun hung against a picturesque backdrop of thin, wispy clouds and blue skies as the temperature began to slowly rise to the forecasted mid-60's high. The sun's glow was hazy and deep shadows appeared under the orange Mums at either side of the red barn's entrance.

Will ran from one side of the barn to the other, acting as messenger between Bride and Groom since Nancy wouldn't allow Jonathan to see her until the wedding began.

"A Best Man's duties are never over," Will grumbled, barging into Jonathan's side of the barn.

"Bride meltdown. She said she needs to talk to you," Will said.

"How can I talk to her if she won't let me see her?" Jonathan asked.

Will rolled his eyes. "By being creative. Follow me."

Jonathan did as he was told. He followed his brother, who was now taller than he was, around the outside of the barn and to the front doors.

"Wait right there," Will instructed. "NO PEEKING!"

Will disappeared into the barn and after a minute or two, Jonathan heard Nancy's voice on the other side of the barn door.

"Jonathan?" she sniffled as her hand appeared at the edge of the door.

Jonathan took her hand, lacing their fingers together before he replied.

"I'm right here, Nance. What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong!" Nancy shrieked. "My hair is wrong, my makeup is a disaster, and my dress isn't sitting on me the same way it used to. I look just like a Bridge Troll.

Jonathan chuckled. Nancy called herself a Bridge Troll at least three time a week, but he never saw it.

"I think you're beautiful," Jonathan assured her.

"You haven't even seen me!" Nancy cried.

"I don't have to see you to know you're beautiful, Nancy."

Nancy squeezed his hand tighter.

"I think you look incredible," Will said, still standing by the doors, probably to make sure Jonathan didn't try to sneak a peek. "You have nothing to worry about."

"That's was El said, too," Nancy sighed. "I thought she was just saying that because she felt that as Maid of Honor, she had to."

"El wouldn't lie," Will said easily. "And I think deep down you know that."

"You're as stunning as you always are, Nance," Jonathan added. "Now come on, let's get married."

***

The ceremony was going to be simple, chairs lined either side of the walkway leading to the barn's doors and the officiant, Jonathan, Will and El waited between the Mums for Nancy to come out.

As soon as Nancy appeared, Jonathan sucked in a breath. Even from far away he could tell she had nothing to be upset about. Her hair was pulled away from her face, with just a few curls left dangling to frame it. In her hair was a white floral pin that spanned the width of her head, and her smile was infectious.

Her dress was an off the shoulder number with flower appliques and a flowing mermaid skirt. Beads and rhinestones lined her bodice, glimmering in the sunlight as she walked toward Jonathan.

Tears pricked Jonathan's eyes as he watched Nancy march toward him, her father on her arm and tears streaming down her own face. But her smile never left.

As Nancy reached Jonathan and her father let go, she cried a little harder until Jonathan pulled her close and linked their arms together.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Jonathan and Nancy."

***

"May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Byers!"

The pair sauntered into the barn, hands clasped together and smiles so wide Jonathan felt as though his cheeks might crack.

The familiar sound of a ukulele began and rushed through the barn, filling it with an island sound before Israel Kamakawiwoʻole's version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow began.

Jonathan and Nancy circled the dance floor together slowly, swaying to the relaxing music. The only song they could agree on for their first dance.

Nancy dropped her head down on Jonathan's shoulder, lightly humming the tune as she held on to the man that was now her husband.

As the song finished up, the pair stayed in the middle of the dance floor for an extra minute, just holding each other. The DJ speaking finally tore them from their trance.

The rest of the reception went off without a hitch, a lot of dancing and love from both sides of the family as they celebrated the newlyweds. Toasts her made, kisses were planted and Holly caught the bouquet while Will caught Nancy's garter. He looked over at Mike, cheeks tinted pink and held up his treasure.

"We're next," he mouthed, his smile pulling his cheeks taut as he walked over to Mike and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Jonathan laughed at the pair, happy to see his brother thriving after years of trauma. He looked over to Nancy, seeing her say goodbye to a few guests as people started filing out. They'd done it. They'd made it and were married. There were days when he felt like this was never a possibility for him, but with Nancy's love and reassurance, he was able to fully embrace the idea of marriage.

He smiled and waved at the guests as he came up beside Nancy and snaked his arm around her waist. It was nice to see everyone gathered for something good. He pulled Nancy closer, bringing his lips to her ear.

"Next up, the Honeymoon," he murmured.

***

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long, anon. Life had me by the throat last week. Please let me know if you'd like a part two of the honeymoon. I was going to put it into this one but the wedding got away from me. But if any of you are interested in more, let me know!

#jancy #jancy fic #stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #nancy x jonathan #jancy drabbles #blink and you'll miss it byler #i write shit

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powpowpunchout · 2 years

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Lunch Break

“Heard you took a real nasty swing today.” Mr. Sandman said, poking what remained of his salad with a fork. The weather was perfect today. Sandman and Joe were originally planning to eat inside the cafe, but how could they on a day like this? Partially cloudy, not too hot, the sweet scent of pollen and freshly baked bread was wonderful, plus by the time they arrived most of the indoor seats were taken.

Sandman didn’t mind though, and by the looks of it, neither did Joe. It was nice to get a good view of the neighborhood around them. The tall, worn down apartment buildings who’s windows were decorated with plants and flowers, while others had hanging accessories like sunlight catchers and wind chimes. It was a welcomed change of scenery compared to the usual tall, dull, flat buildings around the stadium.

There was a special sort of joy that came from spotting the cafe’s light blue awning from a block away. The little ‘Oh, we’re almost there!’ sort of happiness that makes them pick up the pace just a bit more. That makes them walk just a bit faster until the cafe came into view. ‘The little purple place’, as Sandman always called it, never being able to remember its name. Then Joe would argue that it was clearly pink, but Sandman was certain it was purple. Then they’d banter until they finally reached the place.

“Oh, did you?” Joe’s eyes lit up, “It seems my acting skills have shone through once again.” He leaned against the table, brushing the hair out of his face with a proud smile. Sandman moved his appetizer and water aside, not wanting any of it to tip over and stain Joe’s clothes. Granted, it was just water, and there were maybe five leaves worth of salad left, but still.

“Thought it was a little weird of ya to go down on the first hit.”

“Yes, well, I didn’t want to keep you waiting.” Joe adjusted his short, red, silk scarf before pulling down his round sunglasses, “Besides, what if I took too long getting dressed? How dreadful would that have been?”

“Oh, you still gettin’ on me about that?” Sandman got close to Joe.

“Perhaps.” A sly grin spread across Joe’s face. Sandman couldn’t help but return it.

Joe suddenly looked past Sandman, thinking he saw the waiter with their food, but he sighed when that wasn’t the case. He didn’t mind the wait, his next match wouldn’t be until the evening, but he knew Sandman had a busier day.

Oh, that reminded Joe.

“Again, I am so, so sorry for not making it to your fight this morning.” Joe held his wine glass, swirling the drink inside. It was tea. Raspberry tea. It was a little over the top to drink it from such fine glass, he knows, but he just loved the way it felt in his hands. Believe him, if he didn’t have another match today, he’d be drinking wine.

He was being a bit careless with how he was swishing his drink, but as long as it didn’t get on his pants, he’ll be okay. His silk, satin, long sleeved shirt was a lucious, deep red. If he got tea on that? Hardly anybody would notice. His pants, on the other hand? His dusty, rosy brown pants that complimented nearly every top he has? The pants that brought the look of his satin shirt and dark brown, oxford shoes together? The pants he had brought from his home country? Those must remain unstained.

Sandman pulled at the strings of his gray hoodie, “Nah, it’s all good. I was rushin’ through it anyways. Got a bit sloppy.” He looked away, feet digging into the ground.

“Don’t be so critical of yourself. The people I passed by were talking about how amazed they were. You took your opponent out in a couple of swift hits!” Joe threw a few punches into the air.

“Again, I was rushin’.” Sandman readjusted the hood over his head, making sure he was well hidden. It was rather hard for a man of his size and reputation–and it certainly didn’t help that he was still wearing his boxing shorts and boots–but the last thing he wanted to do was attract the paparazzi while on a day out with his friend. He was thankful Joe’s favorite places were in more secluded areas

“I certainly hope you weren’t rushing because of me.” Joe put his hand on his chest.

“You’re worth it. Don’t worry about it.”

“You didn’t have to!”

“Didn’t you get knocked down in one swing just for me?” Sandman raised his brows.

Joe leaned back on his chair, “That’s different.”

“Really?” Sandman raised his brows even more.

“I wanted to see if I could make it to your match. Can you blame me? I wanted to cheer you on from the side!”

“You get so loud.”

Sandman loves his friend. Really. Truly. But the amount of times he’s stopped mid-match because he heard a scream, only to find out it was coming from Joe was insane.

“How else are you supposed to hear me from the crowd?” Joe couldn’t help but smile over how his friend was hiding his face in his hands.

“You get so loud.”

~ ~ ~

Von Kaiser tried to fix the black straps of his suspenders, grumbling to himself as he made his way through the second floor of the stadium. It was basically just a real long, wide hallway with the occasional gift shop, small restaurant, or help center along the way.

Most boxers hardly went through the main halls, save for the times they wanted to get something from the cafeteria or get flocked by fans; usually they had to walk through their own ‘personal’ halls. The only way to access that was by going through the side or back doors of the stadium. Honestly, though, Kaiser hated those hallways. He didn’t care that they made traveling through the locker rooms and boxing rings faster, he didn’t care that hardly any paparazzi could sneak their way through, he just. Didn’t. Like them.

He tugged at his suspenders. Just thinking about it brought a wave of discomfort over him. The strange green hue, the smell of bleach, the way the intense blue lights would randomly flicker or go out, leaving parts of the halls consumed by darkness… And don’t get him started on how there aren’t any windows. If the designers of the stadium wanted the private halls to be as unwelcoming as possible, they’ve succeeded.

The main halls of the floors were in much nicer conditions, not to mention huge windows so he knew there was a world outside of this place. Besides, Kaiser hardly had much of a reputation to garner hundreds of fans, so he didn’t worry too much about being surrounded in public. One of the many blessings of being in the Minor Circuit.

Kaiser clenched his teeth when the buckle of his strap hit his chest. It hurt, but it didn’t feel right.

He couldn’t explain this sensation. It comes to him so often. It drives him mad, but it just didn’t feel… Correct.

Kaiser lifted the strap again and let it hit his body.

It still felt wrong.

He lifted it again, hoping to make the hit ‘feel’ right this time, despite the area starting to sting.

He pulled the strap back as far as he could, and only then when he let go, when it left a red mark on his skin, he was at ease. There was that little voice in the back of his mind begging him to repeat the process with his other strap, but he suppressed it.

He took a deep breath, his scrunched face relaxing as he then focused on removing the wrinkles of his dark green cargo pants. These things wrinkled easily, he might as well be mopping the floor of a dumpster, but at least it took his mind off of how awful–

“Kaiser! How’s it goin’?” A happy voice sang out. Kaiser turned his head, nose twitching when he saw Disco Kid leaving a nearby coffee bar. He must’ve finished a match recently. He was wearing his dark blue shorts with a light blue t-shirt thrown on–the same color as his boxing boots–though he didn’t seem too injured, which was good.

“Fine.” Kaiser kept looking ahead. Disco took a sip of whatever insanely sweet drink he had ordered. Whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, a sweet drink for a sweet man.

“Man, if I knew I was gonna run into you here, I would’ve bought ya some coffee.”

“I appreciate it.”

“You goin’ to the cafeteria? Finally gettin’ lunch? I’m probably gonna pick up a burger or somethin’.”

“I brought my own.”

Disco Kid’s smile wavered for a moment, “Hey, you alright?”

Kaiser pulled at his ‘stache, “Not feeling my best right now.”

“Is it, the uh–” Disco Kid snapped his fingers, “Is it about that class of yours? I remember ya mentionin’ you had a lotta things to prep for.”

Kaiser shook his head, “It’s everything.”

He glanced at Disco, who tilted his head, urging him to keep going. Before Kaiser could, they had to move aside for an oncoming crowd. When they reunited, Kaiser sighed.

“Woke up. Car would not start.” He folded his arms, “Then, of course, the children. So much to prepare for. We ordered new mattresses but they have not come in. The current ones are falling apart, the lights are going out, and oh, the parents…” Kaiser rubbed his temples.

“They gettin’ antsy?”

“I understand their impatience, but I am one man. Then my locker!” Kaiser snapped his head to Disco, “It had nearly fallen off its hinges when I arrived, what if someone steals my belongings?! Then Overload–!”

Oh boy.

“Bad enough my locker was nearly ruined, but I am minding my business, yes? Then in he comes telling me that my twitching is too much?” Kaiser raised his voice, grabbing the attention of bystanders, “What? Is it that bothersome? Is something that minor really that loud?!”

When Kaiser looked back at Disco, he saw the way his body had scrunched back. The recoil on his face. Kaiser’s eyes darted around the hall, catching glimpses of people staring. Whispering. He swallowed before bringing his head down.

“But perhaps it would be best if I learned to lower my voice.”

“What, no! C’mon Kaiser, don’t let that sucker get to ya.” Disco Kid jumped, “Remember that time he got on Hondo for his eyebrows movin’ too much? I bet he’d snap at us for blinkin’ too loudly.”

Kaiser only mumbled out a ‘Yes, yes.’ Not taking his gaze off the ground.

“For real, don’t listen to Octave. You’re not too loud, you’re not botherin’ anyone, ya good.” Disco Kid had to speak louder as they grew closer to the cafeteria, “Besides, if anyone’s got a problem, you can sick ya students at ‘em.”

“They are children, not weapons.”

“I’ve seen the way they act when someone talks bad to ya.” Disco Kid smiled as he took a sip of his drink, “I bet they’d rip anyone to shreds if ya said the word.”

Kaiser rolled his eyes, “They are good kids.”

Even though his thick mustache hid his mouth, Disco Kid saw the crinkles of his eyes. He heard the lighthearted huff that escaped Kaiser’s nose.

Kaiser took a deep breath, rolled his shoulders back, and stood tall.

Disco Kid peeked past his friend and scanned the cafeteria. Crowded. As always. Nearly every table was packed with fans, families, and all sorts of people. His face fell when he saw how long the lines to the food courts were. He knew he should’ve come here earlier.

Most of the stands here sold overpriced burgers, pizza slices, fries, and there were a few restaurants that actually had a nice variety of meals, but those were overpriced too. That being said, Disco Kid would not hesitate to cough up several hundred dollars if it meant he could get one of those amazing burgers.

He’s got plenty of time before his next match, if he pops on some tunes while waiting in line, the wait should be tolerable.

Of course, he could always go to one of the small restaurants outside of the cafeteria, the ones Disco could see through the giant windows. Their lines usually move a bit faster, but he was sweaty enough as is. He really didn’t wanna stand in the sun. There was also the bar way down on the first floor, but he couldn’t stand the smell of alcohol.

Through all the ruckus, Disco Kid could hear Kaiser chuckle to himself. He glanced at him before bringing his eyes to where Kaiser was staring.

Against the walls, on the far far left, were a couple of kids playing with one of the giant red banners that hung from the ceiling. Two of them were hiding behind it, warping the stadium’s logo and the “WVBA” text that had been embroidered with a deep yellow thread.

They weren’t supposed to be touching those things. They’re expensive. Disco remembered how up in arms the managers got about wrinkling the banners, but who cares? The kids were having fun, and no way would they be able to ruin them. They’re way too thick and heavy.

Something caught Disco Kid’s attention. He chuckled and gave Kaiser a quick tap, pointing to the other side of the cafeteria.

“Speak of the devil.”

Kaiser turned his head and narrowed his eyes. His face contorted with disgust when he saw Octave Overload sitting at one of the small, round-topped bar tables by himself. He was quite far, but it looked like he was messing around with some napkins.

Kaiser turned his head away, repulsed, “I don’t think I have seen a single person tolerate that man.”

“I think–” Disco kid stopped when he saw a small cloud of smoke near one of the restaurants. It was there. For just a split second, it was there.

His eyes darted around, trying to find the source, but all he could catch were more and more puffs of smoke coming and going until he and Kaiser heard a familiar blinking sound behind them. They spun around, and floating behind them was Great Tiger.

“You two have been standing here for quite some time. Are you taking in the scenery? Overwhelmed by the options?” Tiger asked, slowly rotating in the air till he was ‘resting’ on his back. His to-go box hovered beside him, a sticker of the WVBA’s logo slapped on top of it.

“No, that’s uh–hey Tiger, you ‘n Octave get along, right?”

Tiger thought for a moment before answering, “No, not exactly. We don’t talk that much, really. Why?”

“Nah, just wondering.” Disco’s eyes flicked to Octave then back to Tiger..

“What did he do this time? Steal one of your–” Tiger tapped his chin, trying to remember whatever it was Disco Kid used to listen to his music, “--devices, again? Have you spoken to Macho Man?”

Kaiser’s mustache twitched, “He hardly does much. Talks to Overload, makes him hurry away only for him to come right back.”

“ ‘Sides, I think Macho Man’s still on that tour. He isn’t comin’ back for a couple’a days.” When Disco kid turned back to Octave, he blinked. Standing next to his table was Aran Ryan, chatting to him about who knows what. Disco Kid could just barely make out the awful grins on their faces. “They’re friends, aren’t they?” Disco Kid mumbled to himself, unintentionally bringing Kaiser’s attention to the two.

“Misery loves company.” Kaiser muttered, turning his head away.

“Well!” Tiger spun himself rightside up, “As much as I enjoyed this little get-together, I do have a very important meeting with Bald Bull. Farewell!”

Before Kaiser or Disco had the chance to say goodbye, Tiger’s gem flashed, then he and his lunch vanished in a puff of smoke.

~ ~ ~

Tiger reappeared in the Minor Circuit’s ring just above the seats. Chills ran down his spine when he felt how cold it was in here. It was easy to forget that ACs were always blasting in the rings, especially when they’re filled with hundreds of people and you’re the one boxing.

“Tiger!” Great Tiger heard Bull call. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a row of seats close to the ring. There sat his friend, the best Turkish boxer in the world, Bald Bull. He smiled, adjusted the white towel around his neck, and gave Tiger a wave.

Great Tiger’s face lit up. He flew into the seat next to Bull, his lunch following behind before gently placing itself onto his lap.

“And how has your day been?” Bull asked, taking a bite of his doner kebab before setting it back onto the pile of napkins between his legs. Unlike Tiger, Bull brought his own lunch. He had to. Heaven knows if he tried to get anything from the cafeteria he’d be surrounded by fans.

“Fine, fine.” Tiger replied, waving his fingers about. The lid of his box popped open and his chicken flatbread came floating out, “Met with a couple of fans, had far too many photos taken in the Major Circuit ring. I think my face has gone numb from all that smiling.”

Bull chuckled.

“And you?” Tiger asked.

“I am quite thankful. I managed to make it here without being spotted.” Bull eyed the run down room. Intense, sickly yellow lights illuminated the place, the floors were stained, the walls were incomplete, and there was garbage lying around that the janitors had yet to take care of. This was far from the best place to eat, but it beat dealing with the paparazzi.

“Of course–” Tiger quickly moved his legs out of the way just before sauce dripped onto them. Bull handed him a napkin.

“I found the perfect place for the two of us to meet tomorrow.” Tiger said as he cleaned his seat, “Hard to find, nearly impossible for photographers and reporters to enter, and it comes with a wonderful view.”

“And that is?”

“You know the small rooms you can see across the stadiums? They’re up high, giant windows, the people behind them control the lights and whatnot for the stadiums?”

Bull glanced up, and sure enough, he saw a couple of tinted windows on the far side of the room.

“The control booth?”

“Yes!” Tiger smiled.

“Do we have permission to go inside?” Besides the fact those rooms were for staff only, Bull wasn’t sure how thrilled the employees would be if they found out a couple of boxers got crumbs all over their equipment.

“I said please very nicely.” Tiger said proudly, which made Bull lift a brow.

“And did they agree?”

Tiger twirled the tip of his mustache, “I don’t think they would mind too much as long as we–”

“We are not eating in there.” Bull said, crumbling up his napkin. He pulled out his indigo-colored lunchbox from underneath a seat and shoved his trash into a side pocket.

Tiger folded his arms, “Oh, Bull, why not?”

“I am perfectly fine spending my time here. I am with you, after all. That is what matters.” Bull then took out a tiny, brown, package from his lunchbox. He carefully opened it, revealing an array of Turkish desserts he had gotten from a bakery not too long ago.

He brought the box to Tiger, motioning for him to help himself. Tiger glanced at his friends then back to the treats, his face softening as he happily took one.

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This Dark Disposition: Chapter 21 - Family Meeting

Chapter 21 - Family Meeting

The next morning when Danielle woke up the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. She knew that there may not be another morning as beautiful and peaceful as this one until the spring, but she was okay with that. The memories of last night flooded her brain like the sunlight pouring through the curtains.

She looked at Tommy’s sleeping face and took in the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones in contrast to his soft peaceful looking closed eyes. She watched as the sunlight illuminated the freckles on his face and the tones of his brown hair. His skin was like art; a patch work of scars blended with his tattoos. Danielle laid her head back down and moved to snuggle in closer to the man in her bed. She was worried she was beginning to fall in love with him. Perhaps, she admitted to herself, she had already fallen for him. Maybe it was too late for her to save herself the heartbreak if they broke up.

“Tonight, when I get home from the Worcester races, our lives will be very different than they are now.” He rolled over and outlined Danielle’s face with his fingertips.

Danielle looked at him. Today must be the day that he’s moving in on Kimber. She felt nervous thinking about it, “Whatever you do, Tommy just promise me you’ll stay safe,” he leaned over to kiss her.

“I want you there this morning,” Tommy said when he pulled away.

“At the races?” Danielle asked.

“No, at our family meeting.”

Danielle shifted a little in bed, this was a risky move for Tommy to make, even with planning and thought. On top of her unease about the day, Danielle felt as though she finally had him back. She couldn’t bear the thought of losing him now. Though they hadn’t outright spoken about it, Danielle knew that unofficially her and Thomas were now in a relationship, “Have you asked Polly about this?”

“Yes,” Tommy got up from the bed and started to get dressed, “She wants you to take her to see Ada this morning, before the meeting at half past ten.”

Danielle started to get dressed as well. When they were both dressed, Tommy came over to her and put his arms on her shoulders, “I know you never thought you’d be with a man like me,” he moved his arms up and down hers, “when I get back here tonight, I will have one of the biggest legal racetrack syndicates in the country.” He leaned down and kissed her check before he whispered in her ear, “we’ll be set.”

Danielle took a step forward into his arms. Her face fit perfectly against his chest, “I know you’ve worked hard for this,” she took a deep breath in, “come back to me safe, Tommy.”

The Shelby House

Danielle walked through the front door of the Shelby residence and when she did so she saw Polly, standing over the first table in the gambling room, “Watch Thomas. I know how he is, but he does what he does, for us.” Polly continued her prayer by signing a cross on her chest, “I think… Amen,” she concluded.

Polly turned around to see Danielle, “I used to do that every morning during the war.” Danielle’s expression softened as Polly continued, “I’d hoped I’d done it for the last time.”

“Tommy asked me to come to the meeting this morning,” Polly’s face broke out into a smile, “he said that he asked you first.” Polly was delighted and somewhat satisfied that Danielle would make sure she was okay with her coming, smart girl.

“So you two finally talked,” Polly asked.

Danielle smiled, “something of the sorts.”

Polly walked towards her and gave her a hug, the joy she felt could not be expressed by her face alone. It was at this moment that Danielle felt their friendship extend towards a maternal relationship. Yes they would remain friends, but at the same time, Danielle looked up to Polly and admired her. Though she was so much different than her own mother, Polly felt like a guiding force in Danielle’s life; truthfully, her admiration for her had only grown these last months.

“Oh I am so happy for you two- bloody finally,” Polly exclaimed.

Danielle smiled, “but, if I’m going to be there, there is someone else who should be there as well.”

“Yes,” Polly said, stepping out of Danielle’s embrace, “we should go see her now.”

Ada’s Flat

The two women arrived at Ada’s door step. The basement suite was as dark and dingy as ever. Danielle approached the door and knocked, knowing that Ada may not appreciate the fact that she brought Pol with her, “Ada, it's me. And there is someone who would really like to talk to you.”

Ada opened the door and peered through. Karl was crying in the background, “I can’t get him to settle.” Ada was clearly exhausted.

“Maybe I can help, dear,” Polly said, revealing herself from behind Danielle.

“She only wants to help,” Danielle explained, “Don’t you think it's time for amends; not because you need help, or because anything happened because of you, but because Polly and the boys are family. They’re your blood.”

Ada shifted in the doorway, Danielle could tell she was giving in, “come in,” she said.

Ten minutes later Danielle had made everyone tea while Polly soothed the baby and Ada took a minute to relax on the couch, “You’re much better with him than I am,” Ada said.

“He settles quicker with me because he can’t smell the milk,” Polly said as she laid the baby down in his basket, “Mine were terrors for the tit. Both of them.”

Danielle looked up from where she was pouring tea. She didn’t know Polly had children, “Well you never knew my children, did you?” Polly asked Ada.

“I was a child myself then,” Ada looked at Karl and then back to Polly, “you never talk about them.”

Polly walked around the sofa and sat across from Ada. Danielle continued steeping the tea, “Never had reason to. My heart breaks even when I think about them,” Polly sat down on the couch, “But today I have reason too.”

Danielle brought the tray of tea over and sat it down on the coffee table. She could see that this conversation was going to be an emotional one so she sat beside Polly and put her hand on top of the older woman’s to help support her, “They were three and five years old. Sally was three, Micheal was five, well two weeks away from being six. It was Sunday morning, and while I was at church,” Polly stopped and took a breath, her eyes glistened with tears, “You are not forgiven. That’s what the pinch-faced bitch said to me - ‘you are not forgiven’. You see, some sheets I had hung on the line had the name of a hotel on them. They had been stolen in a robbery. And that woman told the police about the sheets, hung on the line, jealous you see, about the new sheets. And when the police came they found a spirit still, spinning a few drops of gin. And for that-,” Polly was cut off by her crying.

Danielle moved closer to Polly on the couch and put her arm around her. Though Danielle always felt quite uncomfortable around emotional people she cared for Ada and for Polly. She didn’t like that there is nothing that she can do to help emotional people feel better. As a nurse, it is so much simpler to deal with physical wounds than emotional ones, “they took my children from me. They never told me where they took them. They took them because I was weak and because they could,” Polly wiped a tear from her cheek and Danielle wished she had a tissue to offer her. She felt horrible watching the woman she looked up to be so distraught, “But, they’ll never take your baby from you,” Polly looked at Ada and then at Danielle, “Do you know why?”

Ada shifted in her chair; Danielle thought that this story must be new to Ada as well, “Because Tommy wouldn’t let them. Because Tommy won’t let them walk all over us. Now it is Tommy who has brought strength and power to this family,” Danielle was starting to see where she was going with this, “Cause he knows: you have to be as bad as them in order to survive.” Ada looked away and then back at her aunt, “I’m telling you this, because I want you to forgive him.”

“How can I? When my Freddie is rotting away in jail.” Ada asked emotionally.

Polly wiped a tear from her eye, her tone beginning to sound like her normal, confident self, “There is something about today you need to know.”

Family Meeting

Danielle walked into the gambling den with Polly as if nothing at all was off. She walked to the front of the hall and sat in a chair in front of Tommy. John pointed to her and said, “Eh, what’s going on here Tommy, I thought this was a family meeting.”

Polly interjected, “It is a family meeting, John.”

Arthur shifted in his chair and John took the toothpick out of his mouth. Danielle shifted her gaze away from them and towards Tommy who looked at her with his blue eyes, as he spoke he continued to maintain eye contact with her, “Miss Virtue and I are together.”

“Ah - the fuck” Arthur said, leaning forward in his chair, “you mean you haven’t been together this whole time?”

“It's official now, Arthur,” John said laughing as he leaned forward to pat his brother on the back, “I knew you had it in you Tom.”

He smiled before getting back to business, “settle down boys,” he started, “Right, I’ve brought you all here today, because today is the day that we replace Billy Kimber. This is the day we become respectable. The day we join the official National Association of Racecourse Bookmakers.” He held his cigarette up, “But, first we do the dirty work. We’ve all known this day’s been coming, I just haven’t told anyone the date.”

He turned to face the betting board, “We’re going to the Wecester races. The track opens at one, we’ll get there are two.” He turned back around, “Now Kimber thinks we’re going there to help him fight the Lee brothers. Now thanks to the efforts of our John and his lovely new wife Esme, the Lees are now our kin. I interrupted those efforts this morning and - I can assure you all, John is making great sacrifices for the cause of peace.”

The crowd in the room cackled and Danielle realized that for the Shelby family this wasn’t just about business, this was life. Family meetings, plannings, carrying out said plans, this was all the norm in this family because of Thomas. And, like Polly had said at Ada’s this was the norm because it brought the family influence, power, and wealth. She wondered how far Tommy would go to secure his family’s power. What limits does the man she loves have? Does he have any? Where is the line for him, the one between family and business? All Danielle knew was that he wouldn’t be content with Kimber’s assets for long. He would expand. Even if she did not yet know how.

Tommy continued, “So it will be us and the Lees against Kimber’s boys. We take them out, but leave the bookies. I expect a swift victory that will send a signal all the way to London that we believe in letting legitimate businesses run peacefully.”

“And, uh, what about Kimber himself?” John asked.

“I’ll deal with Kimber,” Tommy replied, “any other questions.”

“Yes,” Polly said walking towards the back of the room, “does anybody object if I bring another newcomer into the meeting?” She opened the door that leads through to the kitchen and as Ada walked out with her baby, “I’d like to introduce the newest member of the Shelby clan.”

Arthur and Danielle clapped and soon the others caught on. Tommy smiled and looked up at Ada, “Welcome home, Ada.”

“We named him Karl, after Karl Marx.”

Arthur laughed, “Karl bloody Marx, let's have a look, let me get a look at him.” Ada passed Arthur the baby and he laughed as he talked to him and put his peaky cap on the infant’s head. Danielle enjoyed watching Arthur bounce his nephew in his lap as she watched the big bad blinder become a babbling, baby talking uncle. Would Tommy be that good with kids? Does he even want kids?

Danielle snapped out of her thoughts when Arthur raised the baby high in the air and said, “Hey look, he looks just like me,” Danielle laughed. Somehow Arthur had unintentionally made her feel less anxious. He had a canny way of doing so, “he’s a Shelby alright.”

Ada put her hand on Danielle’s shoulder. She was still sitting in the chair in front of Tommy. Danielle put her hand over Ada’s when Tommy asked, “Well, Ada? Am I forgiven?”

Danielle turned in her chair to make eye contact with Ada and then with Tommy, “If what aunt Polly says is true, then yeah, you are.”

Thomas nodded his head and then looked at Danielle and then at Ada, “It’s true,” he added.

Ada breathed a sigh of relief and then rushed to hug Tommy. Danielle was happy that the grapple between Shelby siblings was over. While they hugged Danielle’s eyes found Polly, she stood from her chair and hugged the matriarch, “I’m so happy they’ve made up,” Danielle took a step back, “thank you, Polly, for allowing me to come and join the meeting so I could see it.”

“It was Thomas’ idea Danielle. I’m not sure what changed, but the man was adamant. Either way, I’m delighted to have you here of course,” Polly smiled, “And congratulations,” Polly said as she put her hand on Danielle’s shoulder, “you survived your first family meeting.”

Danielle smiled, she couldn’t help but feel the excitement in the air. Not only for the events that would follow later in the day, but for Ada, and for her relationship with Tommy. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right, and even though she was nervous about what the future may hold, Danielle knew that she made the right decision when she came to Birmingham.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x oc #peaky blinder fanfic

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 2 years

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Mythical Healing

I’ve been writing a silly fantasy world fic but to change things up a bit, I picked up a wip from last October and managed to finish it.

What happens when corporate goon, Link Neal, on the verge of burn out takes a chance and goes to see a holistic healer his co-worker recommended. He’s methods are a bit... unorthodox.😏

Link yanked on the collar of his dress shirt in a vain attempt to cool himself as he walked into the minimalist lobby of the nondescript, downtown office building. The mild autumn air couldn’t be blamed for the uncomfortably clammy feeling that made him squirm. He was nervous. More than nervous. Out of his depth. He found a crumpled tissue in his pocket and after inspecting it to make sure it wasn’t used he reached up to wipe the moisture from the back of his neck and his forehead.

There was no reception desk so Link stopped in front of the directory board and skimmed through the business names trying to spot the right one. What was the name again? Something silly—Magical something maybe? He discarded the tissue and fished out the business card his co-worker had given him a couple of weeks ago.

“He’s a bit unorthodox, but I’ve only been going for a couple of months and I’ve never felt better,” Thomas had said as he presented Link with the brightly colored card. “He only takes referrals, so you gotta say I sent you.”

Link stared at the card. It had a psychedelic tie-dye design with orange, yellow, green, and pink. In the middle of the card, in big letters embossed in gold, it said: “Mythical Healing” with an email address below. He’d sent a message a week ago and after some back and forth with the so-called “healer”, he’d gotten an appointment for today.

“Mythical Healing,” Link muttered, rolling his eyes. Everything about the card screamed hokey to him. He’d never been one to believe in alternative medicine. Crystals, mindfulness, auras, and such seemed like something from a fairy tale. Link was a man of facts and figures. Still, here he stood, desperate to try something new after everything else he’d done to ease his anxious mind had failed. He glanced at the board again and took the elevator to the sixth floor, pocketing the card as he ascended.

The door was like any other along the brightly lit hallway. The same dark wooden material, its glossy surface reflecting sunlight from the large window at the end of the hallway, almost blinding Link with its intensity. The same unassuming little sign next to the door. It all seemed very mundane. Yet the name of the business still gave Link a pause.

Mythical Healing

- Rhett McLaughlin -

Holistic Healing Services

Link contemplated turning away and fleeing. What were the chances this man could actually help him? Probably slim to none. But on the off chance, he’d be able to... Link took a deep breath and knocked on the door. He was here already. Whatever this man did, he could endure an hour and a half of it and never come back when— if it was ridiculous. Link waited, tapping an anxious beat into the hallway carpet with his foot.

No sounds signaled Link someone was coming; suddenly, the door swung open, startling Link and making him take a step back. A step he would have had to take anyway to look at the man standing behind the door in the eyes—moss-green ones that radiated warmth. They were accompanied by a soft smile that made the corners of those beautiful eyes crinkle.

“Hello. Are you my five o’clock?” the man, presumably Mr. McLaughlin, asked. His voice was smooth and low, friendly but somehow solemn.

Link opened his mouth to answer but lost himself somewhere between staring at the man and trying to remember why he was here. Mr. McLaughlin was tall and broad-shouldered. His hair was pulled back into a long, messy ponytail, although some loose curls had seemed to escape— either accidentally or by design—framing his face with perfect aloofness. His beard matched his hair both in its dirty blonde color and that same messy but purposeful style of it.

“Mr. Neal?” he asked again and embarrassment burned Link’s cheeks.

“Yea—yes, I am him. Me, I am me. Link Neal. M-hm,” he stammered, his face growing even redder. What was happening to him? He never got flustered. He simply refused to.

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coleyo · 1 year

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BITTW CHAPTER 22

Twilight soon fell upon the people, most lights were out; it was dead silent. The only one up at the time was master leonardo or so he thought.

The man sat at the table, so much happened in just one singular day, so much that he could bearly comprehend.. Its been a wild ride ever since Mikey came along, but luckily, his appearance was a blessing in disguise. At least Sesnei Angelo got an opportunity to redeem himself.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed throughout the halls, cauding Leonardo to sit up straight. In came Donnie, A smile plastered onto his face with his hands behind his back.

"..What are you doing here." Growled Leo, he'd get defensive almost immediately.

Donatello's smile would twist into a frown, he'd glare. "..Leon. you're up late."

"-I thought you were leaving.."

Leo furrowed his brows as Donnie took a seat across from him. "Pushing me away, are you? What a classical move." Leon fell silent until Donnie gave an efficient answer. "I want to see my little brother, Leo. I want to make sure he's okay."

Donnie flinched lightly as Leo stood and slammed his hands down on the table,

"You decide to walk back into his life just as he's getting better only to leave again? What a joke you are. I bet you've influenced the kid too.." "-Who, Mikey? Oh, Mikey... A sweet one, isn't he?" The man grinned.. Leo stared in disbelief before asking, ".. How long have you two been interacting.." "Oh, I don't know Leo.. a few weeks? A month? Heck, even more.. not to long ago we said our goodbyes to big mama.." Leo froze; his expression softened shortly after. Donnie slowly rose from his position..

"You knew we were alive Leo. Why did you lie. Do you know how hurt our.. dear brother be if he figured out you've lied? How hurt would he be if he knew that we were alive, but you... Oh, you. You were selfish. You wanted Angelo to stay unhappy.." "N-no, that's not what i--" "Mikey told me how bad his state was at the time, he was hurting and what did you do? NOTHING." "..Thats not true, I tried to help--" "-Hah! As if." Donnie smiled with glee. "EIGHTEEN YEARS OF ANGELOS LIFE WAS WASTED BECAUSE OF YOU--" "-And thirty nine with you. You were never there for him.."

Silence lingered between the Brothers until Donnie spoke.. "I will be in my old lab, making a new limb for Angelo.. it won't be long.. a few hours. All night maybe."

Donnie eyed Leo up and down, "-Or more.." he sighed before begining to walk off, before suddenly pausing.

"We used to be close, you and I.. maybe, Just maybe.. if you would think about how Angelo, our baby brother felt, just for once, we could be a family.. or atleast half of a family. Me, you, Casey, Angelo... Mikey."

With that's said, Donnie walked off.. there Leo stood, holding back tears. Maybe he had to tell Angelo the truth.. it would hurt less. It would benefit everyone. The ninja sighed, figuring it was time to head to bed.. today was exhausting.

7:00 AM

Michealangelo winced as the sunlight hit his face, he would cover his eyes with a groan before sitting up properly. Their mask was almost undone, they looked like a mess. The boy yawned and stretched a bit before tidying up.. they couldn't remember what happened after leaving Mondo that night, and it felt horrible. "Why the hell would I do that.. I keep leading him on, make up your mind Mikey!" He spoke softly, tugging at the end of his masks. "..Okay, okay.. Or-- ugh!" He'd whine, sitting up and adjusting his bows..

"..How is Sensei doing.."

The mutant wondered aloud, leaving The room shortly after. Casey was, probably training with master Leonardo again-- or, atleast that's what Mikey thought.

The ninja entered the clinic, and to his surprise, sensei Angelo was doing well..

"Sesnei!" Called the boy, catching the others attention. "Good morning, Mikey. How was your rest?" "It was great dude! Im super ready for train--...ing... Oh.. right, hah.. sorry." Angelo flashed a smile before Mikey spoke, "Feelin' any better?" "I don't feel much of anything, really. Sure, certain arm movement's hurt but it's whatever." "Thats amazing!.. er-- the first time we met-- I thought it was so cool that you could make portals and--" "-So you still want to learn how to make them?" "..Kind of. But after seeing what happened to you I'm not too sure if I want to anymore.."

"Thats understandable. I really didn't want to make portals myself either, I always feared my own power, never knew how to manage it. but now.. nothing's really changed." "I mean.. at least you have some control?"

"..yeah.. you're right.." the mutant smiled.. "..what happened with you and mondo last night?" "..Wait what!?" Mikey was taken aback, how could he know!?

"Apparently hugging and muninn were sneakin' around. They put lots of detail into their story.." Angelo said with a hint of concern, Mikey's face reddened as he laughed, "It- it was nothing hah! Just -- best friends activities yo'! Nothin' more dude." "Right. Y'know, if you want advice on couples and stuff--" "-We aren't a couple!" Mikey interrupted, this was extremely embarrassing.. "Well-- I dunno, I kind of want to say yes but at the same time-- I'm not sure dude, I can't leave him hangin' like that all the time! You have to help me, I'm sure you've had some-- similar problem!" "Well.." Angelo trailed off before the door suddenly opened, causing the two to end their conversation. It was Leo!..and.. Donnie? The purple one held a bag in hand.

"Dee'!" Mikey chirped, while Angelo stared in disbelief. "I-..Donnie?" The mutant mumbled, "..Are you feeling better, Miguel..?" Angelo held back tears and smiled, nodding eagerly. "..i- I thought you died.. I mean-- I was begining to think--" "Its okay now, Angelo.." "..A- are you leaving again.." "..Not quite." Donnie smirked before looking down at the object held. "Oh and!-- about your leg.. I kind of made a replacement for it.. you like robotic parts?" The older one teased, Mikey's eyes lit up. "Robotic parts?" He chimed in, peaking over donatellos shoulder.

"..That was fast." Angelo sat up as donnie pulled out the supply, begining to alter his brother. "Oh and Leo , about your arm, I.. kind of made something for you too. You're welcome. I'll work on you afterwards." Donnie gave a half smile. Leo sighs, "..Thank you?"

As the adults engaged in conversation, well, mainly Donnie and Angelo, Mikey snuck out of the room and made his way down the hall to find mondo,,

Maybe Mikey did make up his mind..

In the matter of seconds Mikey would spot mondo in the main room, sitting at a table and stroking mayhems fur lightly. Nobody else was in sight.. Mikey clenched his fist and sighed, before hesitantly approaching the gecko.

"Hey, mondo!.." Mikey put on a smile and sat next to the boy, mondo perked his head up and gave a smile back. "Hey Mike'..." Mondo muttered, devastating silence lingered between the two. They had everything, yet nothing to say to each other. "Mondo, I was thinking about what you said last night, and.. I don't want to leave you hanging anymore, I don't want to keep leading you on by being so.. I don't know, stubborn?" "What are you tryna' say?" The mutant said, resting his hand on mayhems back. "..Despite everything that's going on right now, I.. would..maybe use.. somebody to comfort me right now, i- want to be.. together? Maybe? Finally?.." Mikey tried to avoid eye contact, but that didn't work out too well . Mayhem let out a displeased noise, then up and left. Mondo stared at Mikey, processing what he just said "-You.. you're not-- unsure this time?" "I'm not unsure, I'm positive, but.. scared.." a smile appeared on mondos face as Mikey sat closer. ".. So you're my boyfriend huh?" "..Mhm.. I- I mean I kind of like the term girlfriend but-- either or is fine, I don't really care!

Mondo chuckled and held Mikey's hand tightly, "This is really cheesy but.. you're all I ever wanted, Mikey.." mondo smiled, hugging him tightly. Mikey melted into his touch once more and let out a relaxed sigh, "Thats all I wanted to hear, dude.."

The two sat in the comforting silence before they heard a sudden crash, a scream followed shortly after.

"YOU KNEW!?" Sensei Angelo shouted, walking up to Leo with an angered expression. Their attention locked onto them as mondo let go, they glanced at one another before jumping up, "Sensei!" Mikey shouts, "dude, what the matter!"

Donnie followed Angelo from behind, in an attempt to calm him down.. "YOU-- YOU LIED TO ME!" tears of gold pricked at the corners of angelos eyes as he clenched his fist, "I would've told you sooner! I- I couldn't --" "-W- WHY!? y-...you knew Donnie was alive and you kept him and big mama AWAY from me? Do you KNOW how much I've suffered because of you?" The man scolded, his tail swaying back and forth vigorously, hatred filled his heart. "I thought it would keep you safe damn it, I never meant to hurt you.."

"I would've done Anything Donnie asked of me, he is my brother, and you're telling me, all of these years.. all of these years I've spent crying and BLAMING myself for our fathers death, donnies disappearance, I.. Could've been.. happy?" Angelo paused before gritting his teeth together, "i HATE you.. now, big mama, the only one who really comforted me, is gone, because you kept them away from me and told me that they were Dead?.. what is wrong with you.." "..Angelo, please." Donnie placed a hand on his shoulder, he was scolding hot.. Donnie pulled away and grumbled. "I'm so sorry, I never meant for any of this to happen.." said leon.. Angelo let out a frusterated growl before raising his hand, but suddenly, was stopped.

"..Sensei?" Mikey tugged at his arm, a frown on his face. "..Pa'..? What happened.." "..What.." Angelo would suddenly pause.. "I-- damn it." Angelo pulled away, as mikey hugged him tightly. "-I- it's okay! You're okay.."

Donnie and Leo glanced at one another, Donnie felt pity for Angelo, but Leo.. oh, Leo. He felt horrible.. maybe he was a bad brother.. after all, it was his fault raph died..

"..Sorry.." Angelo pulled away from Mikey. "Its fine sensei.. hey, instead of sensei, is Pa' okay?" "..Sure, 'kid."

Mikey decided to take Angelo away from this drama, mondo followed after..

Hopefully some friendships.. or family issues could be repaired

"He's strong enough.. quite the fighter. You have until tomorrow to bring him. Understood?"

"Yes 'sir. We will not disappoint.."

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