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axelsagewrites · 6 months

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Sirius Black*Teasing

Pairing: Sirius x f! reader

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Word count: 915

Warnings: daddy kink, dry humping, making out, neck kisses, getting walked in on, smut 18+

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Sex jokes were common amongst conversations with friends however the current running joke was taking a toll of the fabric of Sirus’s trousers. He had made the deadly mistake of having his friends befriend his girlfriend’s friends and now he was forced to sit at lunch pretending he was not flustered.

The joke in question had started a few days ago and had been torturing him since. Remus had scolded him for copying his homework for the third time that week. however ever the morning hater he was Sirius only came back with, “Whatever dad,” leading to a few giggles from your friend group.

“More like daddy,” you joked and then started the torture that was this past week. everything anyone did was met with a ‘whatever daddy’ ‘okay daddy’ ‘yes daddy’ from you, your friends, and even James on a few occasions.

While Sirius could not give less of a fuck what James said the way your lips wrapped around the word sent shivers down his spine and forced him to pull his baggy jumper down as far as it would go.

You were sat across from Sirius on his head, textbooks scattered across the sheets as James searched for his other sock. Moony and worm tail were away at the library while James rushed to get ready for quidditch practise. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” James teased as he grabbed his bag.

“Whatever daddy,” you said, rolling your eyes which only made Sirius clench his jaw tighter. James of course laughed and made his own daddy joke back before leaving.

However, as the door shut Sirius couldn’t stop himself, “Do you need to call everyone that?”

“Call him what?” you asked, looking up in genuine confusion.

Sirius sighed, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to remain calm, “Daddy. You’ve been doing it all week,”

“It’s just a joke,” you shrugged, flipping to another page before suddenly stopping, “Why you jealous?” you teased not expecting the way he huffed and picked up his book. “Hey babe I’m just joking,” you said quickly, moving to sit beside him, “What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t like it,”

“Why?”

“Just cause,”

You sighed, but settled in beside him, resting your head on his shoulder, “Okay fine, I’ll stop,” you said, reaching to pick up the notebook he had on his lap. Sirius went to snatch it, but you’d already lifted it, “What-oh,” you stopped yourself, biting back a laugh when you saw how the fabric of his trousers was struggling, “Are you sure you don’t like it?” you teased.

Sirius cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting pink as his eyes locked on the page he pretended to read, “I just don’t want you calling James that, or any of the guys,”

You hummed, moving to rest your chin on his shoulder so you could stare at his flustered face, “But I can call you it right?” you asked, your hand moving to rest on his thigh, “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” he said, his jaw tightening as you let out a slight giggle, “What- “Sirius stuttered as you pushed his book away, moving to straddle his lap and rest your arms on his shoulders.

“Cmon what’s so wrong with it?” you grinned, pushing his hair out of his face before adding, “Daddy,” to the end.

A low growled left his throat as his lips crashed onto yours, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck. Your hands soon tangled into your hair while his spare moved to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh over the skirt. “Only me,” Sirius said breaking the kiss, “You only call me that, you understand?”

You giggled lightly at his actions despite the serious tone in his voice, “Yes daddy,”

His lips crashed onto yours once more, this time his hands moving to slip beneath your skirt, grateful you’d already ditched your tights. You gasped when you felt his palm sting your ass before his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.

Your hips began to buck, and Sirius groaned when he felt you grind down against his hard on. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements till he was moaning against your lips. He couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly he flipped you, so your back was against the bed with him grinding against your core.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him move so you could feel his bulge grind against your clothed clit. Your hands tugged on his silky hair making Sirius groan as his lips moved to kiss down your jaw.

“Fuck daddy,” you moaned, hoping for a reaction which you soon got as his hands slipped between your thighs.

He slipped them under the thin fabric of your panties, running his finger along your slit, “So wet for me already,” he praised, kissing along your collar bone, “Such a good girl for me,” his words sent shivers down your spine and when you felt his fingers rub soft circles onto your clit you couldn’t help but whimper a little bit.

“Sorry I forgot my-OH FUCK!” James’ voice screeched across the room.

You squealed as you shoved Sirius’ chest, sending him sprawling across the bed till he landed on a heap on the floor. As you yanked your skirt down from around your waist Sirius scrambled from the floor as James slapped his hands over his eyes. “Dude!” Sirius yelled. “Knock first!”

“My eyes! I cannot unsee that!”

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marvelsdc22 · 7 months

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What's A Soulmate?

Intro: Here it is, the winner of the poll, I hope to have the other one posted in the next few weeks, enjoy~

Summary: Your first year at Abbott is more chaotic than you expected, the unexpected subject of soulmates gets brought up, life is black and white until you've met and start to fall for your soulmate.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Small bout of violence, heated argument, let me know if I missed anything.

Walking into Abbott Elementary for the first time after being hired as the new librarian was a lot more chaotic than you had initially thought it would be, there were several OSHA violations you could already see, it smelled like something had died, there was a camera crew following around a tall woman with long hair that was black on top that went into an ombre of white that you assumed was actually blonde or at least a light brown, not like you knew what those colors actually looked like, you had yet to fall in love with someone that was your soulmate, so you were stuck seeing the world in black and white.

Soulmates were dumb in your opinion, why couldn’t the universe let you test the waters with different loves instead of just picking one true love without your permission, you could be stuck with a clown for all you knew! Nothing against them, but their antics would get old real fast.

Heading into the door on your left, you saw the woman you saw a moment ago deeply engrossed with her phone, knocking on the doorframe to get her attention “Can I help you?” She asked, looking you up and down “Yeah, I’m the new librarian, I’m looking for Miss Coleman?” You said, watching as a smile lit up her face and she started looking at you with newfound interest.

“Well, don’t you look scrumptious” she said, smiling at you and standing from her seat “Ava Coleman, the one you’re looking for” she winked, shaking your hand when you took the one she offered “Let me show you around, get you settled in” she said, leading you out of the room with your face burning from her flirting.

At the end of the tour, you arrived at the library “This is your territory, do whatever you want with it, if you need anything, ask someone else” Ava said before leaving, shutting the door behind her and leaving you to silence and the couple shelves of books that the school had, sighing, you set your stuff down behind the counter, making a mental note to get yourself a safe or small storage to keep your stuff safe and secure throughout the day before grabbing your tablet and going to take inventory of what all you had book wise so you knew where to start.

You don’t know how much time had passed before you heard the door open and two voices “I don’t think he’s the one, Barb, it’s been weeks and still no colors” one voice said “Just keep trying-Oh! Hello there!” The one you assumed was Barb said when you came out from behind the bookcase you had been behind, clutching the tablet to your chest as you looked at the two women, one looking a bit older with a bob haircut and a sweet smile, while the other had long hair with a look of annoyance on her face.

“You must be the new librarian, I’m Barbara” Barbara introduced, holding her hand out towards you “Oh, yes, I’m Y/N it’s nice to meet you” you smiled, shaking her offered hand then looking at the other woman and offering your hand to her, her not shaking it until Barbara nudged her side “Melissa” she said bluntly, shaking your hand unwillingly and shoving her hands into her pockets after.

Clearing your throat, you ran a hand through your hair as you thought of what to say, glancing down at your tablet “I noticed there wasn’t too many books to choose from, let me know if you guys have any suggestions so I can get some more” you said, offering them a small smile and catching Melissa’s eyes widening for a split second “That’s a wonderful idea, I’ll see what all my class wants and bring you the list later” Barbara smiled, watching as your smile widened “Awesome! I should get back to it, but it was lovely meeting you two” you said, offering a small wave before heading off towards the counter, leaving Melissa and Barbara to continue their conversation in hushed whispers.

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Two weeks had passed since your first day, you had become fast friends with Jacob, the two of you having a lot of things in common, this in turn meaning you were close with Janine, she was nice but a little too peppy for your taste, Barbara was super sweet and you enjoyed your early morning talks in the breakroom, Gregory was nice but he had yet to come out of his shell with you, you had avoided Ava and her flirting at all cost, then there was Melissa, she was still kind of a mystery to you but you can’t help but be drawn to her, she came into the library during her kids recess “So I can have some peace and quiet” she had told you when you asked, although she mostly talked to you while you worked on your own tasks but you weren’t going to call her out.

Coming into school, you were trying to balance all your stuff along with two big boxes in your arms “Do you need help?” A teasing voice asked, causing you to jump slightly “It would be appreciated” you conceded, feeling one of the boxes being taken and Melissa’s face appearing in front of you with a small smile “Jeez hon, what’s in these?” She asked, heading inside when you managed to open the school’s front door “You remember when I had you guys make a list?” You asked, fumbling with your keys for a moment before managing to unlock and push the door to the library open.

“You’re kidding” Melissa said, astonished as she set the box she was carrying down on the counter and opening it, seeing it filled with books “Did Ava actually give you the money for this?” She asked, watching as you set the box you were carrying down, shaking your head “No, I did, the kids needed more reading material” you said, knowing that you got most for cheap at thrift stores, looking at Melissa when she stayed silent and seeing her staring at you like she was seeing you in a new light and you couldn’t help but see the world a little brighter after that.

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As the weeks went by, you slowly started to see in more color, you knew Melissa was your soulmate, but you were too scared to do anything about it, maybe she was yours but you weren’t hers, you had heard of that happening before, it was extremely rare but maybe you were one of those rare cases? You didn’t want to find that out and embarrass yourself.

Opting instead to just ignore the fact it was happening, maybe you could save yourself the embarrassment and transfer schools- “Y/N! How are you doing, dear?” Barbara asked, leading her class behind her and pulling you out of your thoughts “Good morning, Mrs. Howard, I’m doing alright, are the kids here for new books?” You smiled, knowing that she brought her kids by once a week to return their books and get a new one, gesturing to the bookshelves that were now almost fully stocked thanks to everyone’s help after Melissa blabbed about what you had done for them and the kids.

“Mx. Y/L/N?” You heard a quiet voice ask, turning your attention to the small group of kindergarteners that had stayed behind “Yes Dante?” You asked the little boy that had gained your attention to them “What’s a soulmate?” Dante asked, catching you off guard since you weren’t expecting that deep of a question “Oh, well…” You said, trying to think of a way to explain it so a group of kindergarteners could understand.

“So, you all know how right now you can only see in black and white?” You asked after a beat of silence, watching them all nod “Well, when you start to fall in love with your soulmate, your world starts to slowly fill with color then one day everything is bright and colorful” you explained, watching as they discussed amongst each other before another kid, Sammy, spoke up “Have you found your soulmate yet, Mx. Y/L/N?”

Damn these kids were hitting you with all the big questions and all before you’ve had more than a sip of your quickly cooling coffee, glancing over when you heard the door open and unable to help the smile that appeared on your face as Melissa walked in, her engrossed in her phone until she felt your eyes on her, catching your eyes before you turned to the small group of kids “I think I just might’ve” you said, laughing when the kids either squealed or fake gagged, looking over at Melissa who was looking at you with a smile as you interacted with the kids, the redness of her hair starting to get lighter and thinking you caught a glimpse of her gorgeous blue eyes.

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Later on that week, you were heading for the breakroom to get yourself another cup of nasty dirty bean water, man you really needed to get up earlier so you could make yourself at least one decent cup to get through the day, so lost in your thoughts that you almost missed the two voices coming from the breakroom.

“I just don’t know what to do, Barb, I think he’s going to propose to me” you heard Melissa say, feeling your heart start to sink at her words “Well, you said you were finally starting to see colors, do you think it’s because of him?” Barbara asked, shifting in her seat to look at Melissa better “I don’t know, maybe” she said, knowing it also started after she found out what you did for the kids “Well, do you love him?” Barbara asked sincerely, knowing she was trying to help, even though each word hurt “I mean yes, but”.

You stopped listening after that, feeling tears burning your vision and nausea start to build in your throat as you quickly turned on your heel and rushed back to the library, collapsing back against the boor after it shut behind you, barely thinking of locking it before the tears started to fall “Stupid, stupid, stupid… you knew you weren’t her soulmate and you still hoped” you muttered to yourself, harshly wiping your tears away as you tried to calm yourself down, even though your whole world was falling apart.

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You had decided to take a few days off after that, needing some time to come to terms with everything, even going as far as silencing your phone so you wouldn’t get distracted by concerned coworkers and Melissa, who had been worried about you since the first day you had called off, which made you feel even guiltier, but you knew you had to distance yourself for a few days, you needed to come to terms with the fact that Gary was Melissa’s soulmate, she was going to be engaged to him soon and you needed to bury your feelings for the redhead… right?

When you returned, the redhead was immediately on you “Why weren’t you answering any of us?” She asked, following you as you went towards the library “Well, good morning to you too, Mel” you chuckled, glancing at her as you pulled your keys out of your bag “I just needed a few days to myself, but I’m fine now” it wasn’t a total lie, you were feeling better than you did a few days ago and you knew you were able to put on a good fake face.

The redhead stared you down for a long moment, seeming to debate on whether or not she believed you, deciding to not push the matter further “As long as you’re okay” she decided to say, reaching out and resting her hand on your arm, stopping you in your tracks, giving her a small smile “I am, don’t worry” you assured, trying not to let her touching you affect you.

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After that, a few weeks went by you heard arguing as you approached the breakroom for lunch, raising a brow when you saw Gregory awkwardly standing outside the breakroom, him usually being the first one to go in there “Melissa and Gary are getting into it, figured it was a good idea to wait out here” Gregory explained, him not being good when it came to arguments.

You stood there for a moment, opting to follow Gregory’s lead until you heard Melissa shouting at Gary to let go of her, that making you change your mind as you stormed into the room “You heard her, let her go, Gary” you said, staring him down when both turned at the sound of your voice.

“You’re the one that’s causing the argument, I highly suggest you stay out of business that isn’t your own” Gary said, releasing Melissa and getting in your face “It is my business when you lay a hand on my friend” you said through gritted teeth, smacking his hand away when he went to shove his finger against your chest, readying to strike back if needed when Melissa grabbed his arm to pull him back, seeing red when he shoved her harshly back, your body moving before you could stop yourself as you shoved him harshly back against the wall.

“If you touch her EVER again, I will have your head” you threatened, feeling gentle but firm hands pull you back, Gregory stepping in just in time to grab Gary and hold him back when he lunged at you “Alright, that’s enough” Gregory said, practically dragging Gary out of the room, your harsh glare on Gary as he was led out of the room until you felt the redhead tug on your arm, successfully pulling your attention to her, searching her up and down for injuries before you focused on her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” You both asked, the two of you letting out an awkward laugh when you realized you spoke at the same time “I’m fine, I just… I couldn’t stand how he was treating you just now and I couldn’t just sit back and-” stopping your rambling when you felt her hand on your cheek “Thank you… for stepping in when you did” she said softly, glancing at you hand when you rested it on top of hers that was on your cheek.

The two of you stared at one another for a long moment before you spoke up “I have something to admit, it’s going to sound stupid, but I have to say it” you said, pulling away from her and glancing at the door when you heard footsteps and chatter, you knew you wouldn’t get privacy here, nor would you have time to explain how you felt and how she was your soulmate even though you weren’t hers “Meet me in my classroom after school” she spoke up, knowing what you were thinking, smiling when you nodded, grabbing your lunchbox and escaping the room before you could make a bigger fool of yourself.

The time to tell Melissa your true feelings came sooner than you wanted it to as the final bell rang and your anxiety rose up to your throat, you more nervous than you cared to admit even though you knew how this would go, you’d spill your guts and she’d turn you down “Y/N?” You heard Melissa ask, pulling you from your thoughts “You said you had something to tell me” she stated, her expression neutral but inside her stomach was turning and her heart was pounding with nerves.

“Oh, yes” you said, clearing your throat and taking a deep breath before you let everything out, telling her how you were falling for her and how the more you did, the more colors you saw “I know Gary is your soulmate and I have no chance, but I had to tell you for my sake” you explained, finally taking a breath, starting to panic when you saw the shock on her face “Oh man, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t of said anything-” getting cut off when her lips crashed into yours.

You froze when she kissed you, unmoving until you felt her start pulling away, pulling her against you and responding to the kiss, once the need to breathe finally overpowered you, you pulled away but continued to hold her close, when you finally opened your eyes a rush of color filled your vision until you focused on her baby blues “Your eyes are beautiful” you murmured, earning a bright smile from the redhead “I see you, I truly see you” Melissa grinned, happy tears filling her eyes as she pulled you in for another heated kiss, now you could tell Dante that you in fact did have a soulmate and could give his group a tamer explanation of what it was like.

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onceuponaoneshotfanfic · 9 months

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Playing Pretend (Part 7)

Roy finally says his feelings out loud.

Roy Kent x Reader

1.7k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of drunkenness, more pining Roy, threats of violence between romantic rivals, some angst

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Roy wasn’t in bed when you woke up the next morning. You sat up slowly, still feeling a bit groggy, and listened carefully for any sounds from the bathroom. Nope, he wasn’t there either. Wondering where he’d gotten to, you grabbed your phone. Just as you were typing a text to ask where he’d gone, the door opened, and Roy entered, holding a mug in his hands.

“You’re up,” he greeted, crossing the room. He sat on the bed and handed you the mug. “Went and grabbed you some coffee. They’ve got breakfast all set up in the library. But I figured you’d need this before you even fucking think about getting out of bed.”

Taking a sip of the coffee- prepared exactly the way you liked it- you nodded. “Thanks, Roy.” You paused, concentrating your gaze on the mug in your hands. “I wasn’t too embarrassing last night, was I?” you whispered in a tiny voice.

Roy’s heart sank a little. You didn’t remember a damn thing. “No, not at all.” He shoved you playfully. “You just gave a strip tease in front of the whole drawing room is all.”

A relieved smile broke out across your face. “Oh, is that all?” you taunted back.

The expression on Roy’s face was hard to read for a flash of a second before that teasing smirk appeared again. “You really think I’d ever let you embarrass yourself?”

“Never,” you chuckled, taking another sip of coffee.

The two of you sat in an almost comfortable silence as you drank your coffee, with Roy pretending that his chest wasn’t tightening with every glance the two of you shared. Some stupid part of him had hoped you’d remember the night before, that you’d nervously giggle and ask if the two of you could pick up where you’d left off and he could finally admit how badly he wanted to.

But you didn’t. Instead, you silently dwelled on this vague memory you had of Roy’s lips heatedly crashing into yours, wondering when in the night you’d kissed him so intensely. You figured it must have been in the drawing room, in front of everyone. A bit insufferable, but not completely humiliating, not for two people supposedly in love.

So why did you feel like you wanted to fall into a black hole every time your eyes met Roy’s?

“Right. Guess I’ll go annoy your father or Paul then,” Roy joked, offering you a small smile as the two of you parted ways in the hallway, your sweats contrasting with his wedding-ready outfit: black suit and tie.

Once you were properly caffeinated, you quickly showered and threw on some sweats, explaining to Roy that you’d be heading to one of the larger rooms to get ready with your sisters and the other bridesmaids.

You did your very best not to let your eyes be too obvious as they trailed up and down his handsome figure, but the blush that appeared on his cheeks told you that you’d failed. So, you offered what you hoped was a casual smile and gently touched his arm before carrying your dress and things to the room you would be getting ready in.

After watching your receding figure for much longer than necessary, Roy shook his head and made his way downstairs. He thought he knew what he was getting into by saying yes to this weekend. He’d figured on getting his heart a little twisted with all the affection you’d be sharing, but he wasn’t counting on the events of the night before, of being so fucking close to having everything he’d ever wanted. And he definitely wasn’t counting on you forgetting all about it the morning after. But that was just his fucking luck, wasn’t it?

“Morning, Roy-o!” Paul approached with a smile, Jim next to him. Both men were in jeans; Roy figured they’d be getting ready closer to the ceremony. “Hey, we’ve got a couple last minute things to set up outside, care to help?”

Every instinct Roy had told him to say fuck no. Fuck Jim, and fuck his wedding, and fuck your sister for putting you through all this drama. But damn, he liked Paul. He was a nice guy, the kind of brother-in-law any fella would want. So, Roy found himself mumbling, “Sure, I guess” and following the men out to the garden.

Paul explained that some chairs still needed to be set up. “Huh, looks like someone brought last night’s party out here,” he joked, pointing at a broken bottle on the ground. The sight made Roy’s heart skip a beat, remembering how fucking close the two of you had been before it slipped out of your sloshed hands. “I’ll go grab a broom,” Paul announced, clapping Roy on the shoulder. “Don’t kill anyone,” he hissed with a wink before trotting back towards the house.

Roy grunted and set to work putting up the last of the chairs, wondering why the fuck these rich pricks hadn’t hired people for this; they were the type to play fucking polo and have a house like this and act all Downton Abbey, but they were fine with setting up their own chairs? Whatever.

“Big day,” Roy grumbled, making his first-ever attempt to be nice to Jim, figuring that could be his version of a wedding present. If nothing else, he could use the good karma. “Bet you’re excited.”

Jim narrowed his eyes at Roy. “Don’t bother playing nice, now that you’ve got the girl,” he spat as he set up a chair.

Roy rolled his eyes. “Christ, you’re still pissy about that? You’re about to marry her fucking sister, man. Besides, we never fucking had anything going on when you were dating. We’d known each other our whole lives. She’s best friends with my sister. We were friends. If you hadn’t fucking dumped her, we’d still be just friends. Not my fault you decided to end things like a fucking idiot.”

“Didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” Jim huffed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I was always going to be second choice to Roy fucking Kent.”

“Second choice?” Roy sputtered, feeling his face begin to burn with anger. “She chose you, you wanker. For three fucking years she chose you. And I got a fucking front row seat to it.”

Jim set aside the chair he was holding to step close to Roy, much too close considering Roy’s growing frustration. “You really think she’d have picked me if she knew you were an option? Roy fucking Kent? She only picked me because she didn’t know she could have you.”

Roy’s fists clenched at his sides. “So, is that what you’re doing to her sister now? Making her your second choice? Really fucking nice. Fucking class, Jim.”

“You’re one to talk,” Jim retorted. “As soon as you get bored of movie nights and garden parties and dinner with her parents, you’ll be right back to those fucking models of yours. Except this time, I won’t be around to be her fucking consolation prize.”

“You better fucking step back,” Roy warned, his growling voice low. “Because you and I both know Lauren will have a fit if she walks down the aisle and sees you with a black eye.”

“If you fight as well as you play football, that shouldn’t be a fucking problem,” Jim shot back, his own hands balling up.

Before Roy could do the one thing he knew would totally ruin the weekend, Paul came dashing over, broom in his hands and panic on his face.

“Hey fellas, how’re those chairs?” he asked, unable to disguise the apprehension in his voice as he stepped between the two fuming men. “Looks great, looks great.” He cleared his throat and shoved the broom into Jim’s hands. “Why don’t you get that glass, mate? Roy and I can finish here.”

Grumbling something about “fucking football prick”, Jim skulked to the other end of the garden, leaving Paul alone with a red-faced Roy Kent. Silently, they put up the rest of the chairs, ignoring Jim as he disappeared back into the house clutching the broom with white-knuckled fists.

“Fancy a walk?” Paul offered, giving Roy a gentle punch in the arm.

Roy’s grunt was all the “yes” Paul needed; the two men strolled in silence for a few minutes before Roy decided to open his mouth.

“Gotta tell you something,” he grumbled. “But you can’t tell anyone. Not even Jen.”

Paul grinned devilishly. “I don’t keep secrets from my wife, not even for Roy Kent.”

Roy raised his eyebrows. “You want pitch-side seats for the rest of the season?”

Paul thought for all of two seconds. “Right. Go on, then.”

“None of this is real,” Roy said slowly, keeping his voice low despite their isolation. “This fucking relationship. We’re not really together.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets and cleared his throat, avoiding Paul’s gaze. “She asked me to come and pretend to be her boyfriend. Can’t fucking blame her. Just imagine if she’d come here alone this weekend. How fucking humiliated she’d be, watching those twats rub their wedding in her face.” Roy’s throat felt dry. “I couldn’t let her go through that.”

Paul stared at Roy for a long moment, the wheels in his head turning. “Roy,” he finally said. “Can I be honest? Without you biting my head off?”

The grunt that came from deep in Roy’s throat told him to go on.

“Man, I have known you since you were what, nineteen?” Paul shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ve seen the way you act around her. You might not really be her boyfriend, but you’re definitely in love with her.”

Roy had never admitted it to anyone. It had taken him quite a while to admit it to himself. But now, he licked his lips and gave a shrug. “Suppose I am?”

That was enough of a confession for Paul. “Then you should fucking tell her.”

“That’s it? That’s your great fucking advice?” Roy stared at Paul like he’d grown a third arm, amazed that he’d come up with something so stupid and so simple.

Paul laughed, one of those knowing laughs that made Roy squirm. “When I knew I loved Jen, I told her right away. Didn’t want to let another day go by without her knowing how I felt.” He smiled at Roy, shaking his head. “You’ve been in love for the better part of a decade, mate. How many more days are you going to let pass you by?”

It was a good question. Roy felt like he’d already wasted so much time. How much longer would he make himself- and you- wait?

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evsstolenhearts · 3 months

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Summary: you left your chest binder on for way to long, and Peter has you change

College!TASM!Peter Parker x ftm!college!reader | 894 words | no y/n

Warning: over wearing of a binder

A/N: 1st off, I was in different mode than usual so reader is written slightly different than I usually write. 2nd, so short, very very fluffy, very very domestic. 3rd, I did not have energy to make a header, and might stop doing those, idk yet

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Peter has been looking all over the campus for you. Earlier you has met up for a late lunch, but that was nearing nine hours ago. So, since Peter is finally leaving the lab to go home to the apartment you share, he is hoping to find you and have a peaceful night before he patrols, even if it's technically ten at night.

After checking the usual spots for you, he finds him self at one of the libraries. And there you happen to be.

Hunched over your computers, books, and papers. Posture as horrible as ever, headphones smooshing your hair, and completely dead to the world.

Walking up to you, Peter softly taps his hand on the desk to get your attention. Looking up at Peter from were you sit, your eyes seem to dilate, but he's probably just hallucinating it.

"Hey, pretty boy. You ready to go home?" Peter asks with a lopsided smile as you take off your headphones.

"Oh- yes, yes. Let me just get my stuff, and I already checked out this book," you get up from your seat and begin to put everything in your bag, "so I think I have everything."

"That's good," Peter grabs your bag before you can put it on and then kisses you before you can argue.

"I'm hungry." You say softly as you break apart from the kiss.

Peter laughs softly, both of you walking out of the campus library, "do we have anything at home?"

You take a second to think back. You guys got lunch from the cafeteria this afternoon, and it's long sense closed by now, and you honestly don't remeber the last time either of you went grocery shopping. "I don't think we do, no."

"Wanna pick something up on the way back? I think that Hawaiin place is still open."

"Ooo, yeah! That sounds really good."

And so you do, by the time you make it back to the apartment, you are holding bags of food and Peter has your book bags.

The coming home routine seems natural. Peter dumps the book bags in the bedroom, you bring the food to the coffee table, and you both find yourselves back in the kitchen to get drinks.

"Pleasure seeing you here, sir," Peter smiles as he leans on the kitchen counter as you get your drunk, "you come here often?"

A smile overtakes your features, "I do try to make a habit of it." You look back at him as you finish getting your drink and begin to walk to the living room couch.

"Thank goodness for that, because I definitely need to see more of you around." Peter over dramatically winks as he comes to join you.

You each get straight to eating. Chatting over the show that plays, over classes, and anything else that comes to mind. With in an hour, you are both finished with dinner and cuddling on the couch.

Peter is laid flat, which your body completely on top of his, head resting on his shoulder as you half watch the show, and have doze off to the sound of Peter's breathing.

Peter's hands slowly make their way under your shirt, rubbing comfortably over your skin, until he pauses at a feeling of something under your shirt.

"Baby?" His voice is soft as to not startle you out of your peaceful state.

You hum in acknowledgment, for him to continue what he wishes to say.

"How long have you had your binder on?" His voice is laced with concern as his hands lay over the peice of clothing.

You stay quite for a moment before shrugging, "I don't know, a while."

"That's not good, baby." It's obvious he's not mad, just concerned, as usual.

"It's just one time." Your voice is muffled from being half smooshed on Peter's chest.

"But one time with become two, then three, then five, and that's not good." He begins to sit up, taking you with him.

"Noooo, stop." You groan as he moves you like a ragdoll to sit up on his lap, "I was comfy."

"You'll be even more comfortable with your binder off."

"Too much work." You murmur as you glare at him, but it holds to real malicious.

"Come on." Peter stand up from the couch, holding you in his arms like a sad bag of potatoes as he walks to the bedroom, "let's get you a hoodie to make you feel better."

Once in the bedroom, Peter softly plops you down onto the bed before walking to the closet.

"Which one do you want?" He sits through his hoodies as you sit criss cross on the bed.

"Can I have the blue one?" Peter grabs the blue one and hands it to you, kissing your head.

"Do you want me to leave the room?"

You take a split second to think, deciding how much you care if Peter sees you, but today has already been off and changing alone would feel much better than infront of him. "Yes please."

Peter kisses your head one more time before leaving, going back to the living room.

You change out of your binder and t-shirt, into the comfy hoodie that belongs to Peter.

When you leave the bedroom, Peter is already laying down on the couch, waiting for you so you both can resume your night.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 4 months

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The Purple Sign. Part IX

Self-Aware! Edgar Allan Poe x GN! Reader

Description: There's The Purple Sign on your door. Part IX

Fluff. Poe Pampering

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Someone was scratching on your door.

It either could be Karl, Ayatsuji's cats, Natsume in his cat form. Or someone lose a bet.

You opened the door. And saw Karl. Raccoon was holding a Purple Sign in his mouth. Raccoon rubbed against your legs and looked up at you.

You picked up Karl, scratching his chin, before taking The Purple Sign from his mouth.

"What is it, Karl?"

Karl chitters and bumped your hand, which was holding The Purple Sign. You chuckled.

"Do you want to be pampered, Karl?"

Raccoon tilt his head, chittering. He jumped from your arms, rubbed against your legs again, took a few steps away from you and sat down, like he was waiting for something.

"You want me to follow you? Okay."

You walked after Karl. Raccoon was a few steps ahead of you.

Near the staircase, Karl started running, leaving you behind. And you heard footsteps, coming from the lower floor.

Edgar Allan Poe almost ran down the stairs towards Karl and picked him up.

"Karl! There you are! I told you, not to run off! Come on, let's return The Purple Sign back to the library and forget this silly thought of going to Little Raven for..." Poe finally noticed you. He stopped in his tracks. His left eye was visible, and you saw a mix of shock and embarrassment in it.

"I... We..." Poe looked around, trying to escape the embarrassing situation. You took a step forward and raised your hand.

"Edgar, are you okay? Why did you want to go to me?" asked you, looking worried. Edgar, knowing, that you heard enough, explained.

"Nothing serious, I swear. I simply feel burned out." Poe scratch Karl's forehead. Raccoon chittered and rub his head against Poe's palm. "I can deal with this on my own, so, no need to use The Purple Sign. It was a silly idea..." Poe looked away, embarrassed.

You took another step forward, stopping right before Poe. You put your hand on his shoulder.

"Edgar, asking for help, if you feel down, is never a silly idea. I won't laugh or turn you down, if you cane to me. But, it's your decision to make. I won't pry." You carefully put The Purple Sign on Karl's head and turned around and went to your room.

A few moments later, you heard Poe's footsteps behind you.

_____

"It's such a nightmare to publish a book, Little Raven" Poe was half-sitting, half-laying in the bean-bag chair. You listen to him, filling Karl's bowl with cut vegetables. Karl was laying on his own small pillow. Raccoon raised his head, rub it against your legs and start eating his food.

You returned to the emergency shelf, preparing a treat for Poe.

"The deadlines, writing blocks. And don't let me start with the editor." grumbled Poe, trying to change his position to more comfortable. You can't help, but smiles.

"Still bothering you about... having too similar style to Edgar Allan Poe?"

You could feel Edgar's glare on your back even through his bangs. To be fair, Poe's writing style wasn't a problem at all. Yes, when Edgar tried to publish his new book in this world, an editor tried to make him rewrite the book, because the style was too similar to Edgar Allan Poe's style. Yet, Poe insisted, and, after the first book was published and was a successful (EAP still is a beloved and liked author, so, people were fine with reading a good book, written in similar style), the editor stopped to complain about this part. Still, it was tiring for Poe to stand his ground. You turned around, holding a small tray with two tea cups and plate with cupcakes. Poe decided to let your joke slide. It would be terribly poor manners to hiss at you right after you brought such wonderful gifts. Poe took one cup and a cupcake. You sat on the floor before Poe's bean-bag chair, putting the tray between you two.

"No, just bothering me about plot of the story." hummed Poe, taking a bite from the cupcake. You enjoyed your own tea and cupcake in a meantime.

"And, about detective work? Is everything alright over here?" asked you, after the first cupcakes were eaten. Edgar shrugged.

"Nothing much. Police is fine working with us, but, common people still treating us as someone, who will help find evidence on cheating partners."

You hummed, taking another sip of your tea.

You put your cup on the tray and stand up. You carefully walked behind the bean-bag chair and start giving Poe a shoulder rub. Poe leans to your touch. Now, it was time for you to carefully start talking.

"Don't pay attention to them. Not to nosy editor, or clients with simple problems... Or to reviews, that call you an Edgar Allan Poe expy." Poe became still. His voice sounded dull.

"You saw them." it wasn't a question.

"Yes. You can't blame me, I am happy to see you becoming successful." you take a few steps, to stand before Poe, take his hands, massaging them. "Edgar, you are your own person, you don't share anything with your namesake, besides the name. I won't think about you or your books less, just because of the similar style. You are your own person and my friend. And I will fight anyone, who say otherwise"

Poe was silent. You run your fingers through his hair, removing strands from his eyes. The gaze of violet eyes were full of gratitude.

"Heh... Thank you, Little Raven, I needed that." Suddenly, his gaze became playful. "Still, I insist, that you decide to became my friend because of my name. So, swords or guns?" Poe grinned. You scoff.

"Okay, brace yourself."

____

You and Poe played a few rounds of Cluedo, Mysterium and Chronicles Of Crime. Poe won most of the time, but, you also have your fair share of winning.

Poe won the last round. He looked pleased.

"I must confess something, [Y/N]. Comments about Expy are just annoying at that point, they don't get under my skin." Poe put game cards back in the box. "But, I do appreciate your words. I always need them."

You hummed and open your arms.

"So, want a hug for a full experience?"

Poe laughed and crushed you against his chest. He pecked your cheek.

"My cuddly Little Raven, thanks for being such a gem."

You huffed, burying your face in Poe's shoulder.

"Want to stay some more? We can watch something, or..."

Karl ran between you two, loudly chittering, trying to get your attention.

Poe picked up Karl.

"Or we can take care of Karl. He deserved some treats."

Then you two spent time grooming Karl's fur. Raccoon chittered happily, rubbing his head against your and Poe's arms.

After dinner, you turned on a documentary about raccoons on your laptop. You and Poe watched it together, sitting on your bed near each other. Karl curled in your legs.

You three fall asleep in the middle of the movie. Through sleep, you felt, how Poe nuzzle his face in the back of your neck, leaving few pecks and whispered.

"Thank you, [Y/N]..."

You two fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

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viking-raider · 1 year

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ALWAYS US - PART FIVE

Summary: You're triggered into remembering your early days of the end, before you and Henry met.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Parts: I II III IV

Warnings: M - Post Apocalyptic!AU, Fluff, DDLG, Daddy!Henry, Little!Reader, Daddy Kink, Stuffie, Bonding, Kal Love, Semi-Non-Verbal Communication, Language, Blood, Shotty Medical Care, Memories, Flashbacks, Triggers, Fear, Separation Anxiety, Angst, Abandonment, Abandonment Issues, Assault, Theft, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Doubt, Self-Blame

Inspiration: Not sure what sparked Muse for this. But it’s interesting!

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You watched the gradual tension and distress build in Henry’s body as he searched the shelf along the wall. His shoulders stiffening with each useless item he pushed aside, before he gave up and gripped the shelf divider. His head hung for a moment, a stillness falling over the room that only increased your fear, before you saw Henry push off and storm for the door.

“Daddy.” You croaked out, voice still raw from all your tears and half afraid to make a sound after the incident with the looter.

But Henry didn’t acknowledge you. He didn’t look back at you or even twitch in your direction. He unlocked and yanked the door open, then disappeared into the hallway. Taking the only light source you had, plunging you into darkness. You mewled at the door, your breathing picking up as panic slid in beside your fear; fresh tears, like lava, streamed down your face.

He had left you. He had promised not to, but he had done it anyway.

Not again. You thought with agony.

*Two months after the end*

“Come on, Kitten! You gotta keep up!”

You gasped at the voice of your Daddy and boyfriend of four years. Standing back up from where you were squatting down, picking a pair of dandelions that were growing between the cracks in the sidewalk, you ran back to him, holding the two yellow flowers up to him.

“Looky what I found, Daddy!” You said excitedly, beaming at him.

He looked at the flowers and gave you a soft smile. “They’re cute, Kitten.” He told you, gently patting you on the head.

“Where are we going, Daddy?” You asked, twirling the flowers between your fingers.

“Somewhere farther out of the city, Kitten.” He answered, pulling a map out of his back pocket. “It’s less safe every day in London.”

“Even with the virus all gone?” You inquired, lifting a brow at him.

“It’s not all gone, Princess.” He replied, studying the map. “It’s just having a harder time spreading, with so few people left to infect, is all. But, that’s not what I meant.” He frowned, trying to pinpoint exactly where you were. “I meant, that the people that survived-”

“Like us!” You grinned, giggling.

“Yes.” He sighed, trying to focus. “The people that survived, like us, are becoming very dangerous. So, we need to leave and find somewhere safer, so we don’t get hurt by them and we have a higher chance of survival.”

“Where are we going to be safer?” You asked, a knot of fear and worry in your stomach, even though you knew he would find somewhere.

You trusted your Daddy after all, he would take care of you, like he always did.

“I heard about a colony in Bath that's taking people in. So long as they’re not infected or planning on causing any trouble.” He said, chewing on his lip.

“Is Bath-”

“Kitten, please just let Daddy figure this out first, then I’ll answer all your questions.” He snapped, giving you a stern look.

You gulped and nodded at him, pressing your lips together and turned your attention back to your flowers. Taking a deep breath, he went back to the map, studying it and the area you both were in currently, having traveled half a day from your flat in Central London already. The two of you stood there for ten more minutes before he felt like he knew where he was going.

“All right, Kitten, this way.” He said, taking your hand and hurrying across the street.

“Is it far?” You mumbled, returning to your interrupted question.

“Yes, Kitten. It’s very far.” He answered, biting the corner of his lip. “It’ll take almost two days to walk there.” He explained to you, scanning the street you were going down, making sure no one was lurking about.

“If we don’t get lost.” He added under his breath.

You did indeed get lost, which had only sent your Daddy into a rage. You watched him scream and kick things about, curse everything he could and that came to mind, for nearly twenty minutes before he finally calmed down again. He pulled the map out for the four hundredth time, trying to figure out where he led you both wrong to end up in Farnham, instead of Reading.

While he did that, you had found more dandelions growing around the car he spread the map over the hood of. So, you moved around, picking them, thinking of making a cute flower necklace to cheer him up. Once he was done figuring out the map stuff. You had just squatted down behind the back bumper, to grab one growing between the curb and asphalt, when movement up ahead caught your attention.

“Daddy.” You called out to him, feeling uneasy as three figures appeared at the corner.

“In a minute, Kitten!” He barked back, leaning closer to the map, tracing the route from Farnham to Bath with a sharpie he had nicked from a store.

“Daddy!!” You whined urgently, jumping up as the group turned in your direction.

“Kitten, I said, give me a minute!” He yelled, ensuring the group of three noticed the two of you.

“But Daddy!” You snapped back, sprinting over to him. “People!”

His head shot up and he leaned sideways, looking along the car and down the sidewalk to see them advancing. “Oh fuck!” He gasped, quickly gathering up the map and grabbed your hand, swinging you around and took off in the other direction, pulling you along with him.

“Run, Kitten.” He encouraged you, starting to pant with exertion of the heavy pack on his back.

You pushed yourself to run as fast as you could, not wanting them to catch up with you anymore than your Daddy did.

“Don’t look behind you!” He scolded, catching you turning your head to look back at the three pursuing you. “Just keep running!” He hissed, his face pouring with sweat and breath wheezing in his lungs.

You stumbled over your feet and the uneven pavement, using your grasp on his hand to stay up the best you could, not wanting to fall and halt your progress. The group let out loud whistles, calling out profanities and other things, giving away their unfriendly intent. But you were starting to lag, unable to keep up.

“I can't.” You mewled up at him, sweaty brow pinched.

“Yes, you can.” He said, shifting his grasp to your elbow, pulling you to stand up straight. “Just a little bit more.” He huffed, lungs and throat burning. “Come on, y/n. Please, just try a little harder for me.” He begged, casting a look at you, that begged you to drop out of Little Space and pick it up.

“I'm trying, Beau.” You whimpered back, calling him by his given name, trying to be as Big as you could.

He stared at you for a moment longer, before pulling you around the street corner. His eyes were frantic over all the building fronts and practically dragging you across the road, shoving you into a smashed up barbershop.

“Get down and hide!” He snapped, shoving you behind the register counter, before joining you.

“Beau-” You whispered, curled up on the floor behind him, as he glanced around the side of the counter.

“Hush.” He reprimanded you under his breath, then ducking back as the group ran by.

Beau sat back, turning to rest against the counter and wiped at the sweat still dripping from his face, while working on getting his breath back under control. His head thumped the counter and he cast his eyes to the ceiling, his breathing calmed down and a look of exhaustion washed over his face. You reached out and rested your hand on his shoulder, sliding closer to him, to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“They're gone.” You told him, softly.

“They could have caught us.” He snapped, his eyes jerking to you. “They almost would have, if I hadn't pushed you on.” He rebuked you, harshly.

“You wouldn't have even known they were there, until it was too late.” You answered, your brow knitting together. “If I hadn't said something.”

Your voice has a bite to it.

Beau floundered for a moment, before his face hardened and he stood up, turning on his heels and stormed for the door, growling under his breath as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. You watched him for a second and sighed, knowing he was doing his best to take care of both of you and get you to somewhere safe.

“Beau!” You yelled out to him, as he disappeared towards the next store front, and made to follow after him, before you heard the commotion.

The three men that had chased you down the street had doubled back to look for you, catching Beau as he came out of the shop and were only aided in finding him with you yelling out his name. Frightened, you dropped to the floor and hid underneath the counter again, trembling in the fetal position as you listened to them assault and rob him, before running off again.

Thankfully paying no interest in you.

You slowly crawled from underneath the counter to the door of the shop, and pulled yourself up to go outside, finding Beau laying on the sidewalk. They had taken his backpack, which held all of the possessions the two of you had taken from home and acquired from some looting you had done. The only things you had left were the clothes you both had on your back and the few items you had in the Superman backpack you'd taken from a shop just before leaving London, to carry the few Little Space items you decided to take with you and the couple of items Beau had or let you carry.

“Daddy?”

You whimpered at Beau, dropping back into Little Space without meaning to. “Daddy?” You whined, your bottom lip trembling as you inched closer, finding him bloodied and unconscious, but alive.

“Daddy.” You cried, shaking him to try and stir him. “Daddy wake up.”

“All right, Peanut.” Henry sighed looking you in the eyes, and reaching out to cup your cheek. “I need you to be a really brave girl for me.” He said, licking his lips and giving you his bravest expression.

“Can you do that for Daddy?” He asked, caressing your skin with his thumb.

You nodded at him, biting your lip and feeling sick to your stomach over what you knew was going to happen. Henry smiled at you, leaning in to kiss you on the lips for a long moment, before pulling away.

Henry set everything on the cleaned metal tray table, the closed packet containing the purple sutures and needle, and the flush and gel lidocaine syringes, with three bottles of sterile saline and gauze. He broke open a bottle of saline and pulled out the surgical scissors from his pocket, cleaning them, before carefully cutting off the leg of your leggings, giving himself access to your wound without having to pull them completely off, leaving you exposed in your pull up.

Which he was sure he needed to change.

Taking a deep breath in and out, Henry set the scissors down, cleaned his hands, then ripped open the box of gloves, pulling on the black latex with a snap that made you start. He gently touched your wound. It was still bleeding, but thankfully not as badly as it had been when he first found you on the playground. Some of it had congealed and crusted over inside and around the edge. It would have to be cleaned out first, he knew that much.

So, Henry grabbed one of the saline flushes and uncapped it.

Using one hand, he gently spread your wound, giving you a soft and sympathetic look as he did, knowing it hurt, then pushed down the plunger, squirting the clear solution into your gash. You hissed and tensed up, your hand shooting out to grip Henry's arm.

“I know, baby girl.” He cooed, dropping the empty syringe at his feet and grabbed a wad of gauze to dab at your wound, clearing away the blood.

Dropping more gauze to the floor, having dried up your wound the best he could, Henry grabbed the lidocaine next. Pulling out the plug and screwing in the tip, he looked up at you, his brows deeply creased knowing this was going to hurt like hell, when he started pumping it into your wound.

“Where's your nee-nee?” He asked, clicking his tongue at you, referencing your soother.

You reached into your jacket, pulled it out and popped it into your mouth, getting his point for mentioning it. You also grasped Sparkles tighter, readying yourself as best you could for the initial pain of the gel. But you looked forward to the relief it was going to give you. You nodded at Henry, letting him know you were ready, as you could be, and he nodded back at you. He squeezed the gel along your wound, filling it with half the gel in the syringe, before spreading some on his gloved finger and rubbing it around the outside as well, trying to numb as much of the area as possible.

“I'm going to let that sit for a few minutes.” He said, dropping the empty syringe and pulling off his gloves. “Let it soak in as much as possible, before flushing it all out with more saline.” He explained to you.

You nodded at him, suckling your soother and twisting Sparkle's mane around your fingers. Henry looked at your bloody hands and the blood that had been smeared all over your unicorn from your clutching at it and felt his stomach twist. He felt like he failed to protect you, that he allowed himself to get too distracted with what he was doing.

If he hadn't, he would have caught you sneaking off, and prevented the whole matter.

“Here.” He sighed, picking up some gauze and soaking it in saline from the bottle. “Let me see your hands, so I can clean the blood off of them. You've gotten enough of it on Sparkles.” He commented, holding his hands and the soaking gauze out to you.

You glanced down at Sparkles, seeing the brown stains on its white body, before slowly letting it go to rest in your lap. You held out your hands to Henry, allowing him to dab at them, cleaning the blood off.

“I'll wash Sparkles when we get home.” Henry said softly, seeing your eyes go back to the beloved unicorn. “I have some spray that washes blood stains out.” He explained, tossing the filthy gauze aside. “She'll be good as new, before you know it, Peanut.”

“Promise.”

You smiled reluctantly at him, though you believed Henry when he said it, but it quickly vanished. “I'm sorry.” You mumbled around your soother.

Henry drew a deep breath, his shoulders moving with it, before he released it and glanced around, spotting a stool with a couple of the wheels busted off. “I know you're sorry, Peanut.” He answered, pulling the stool over beside you and carefully perched himself on the dusty and split seat.

“I'm sure you're especially sorry now that it's gotten you into this mess.” He said, folding his arms over his chest tightly and motioning to your wound with his head.

You nodded, looking away from him. You were incredibly sorry about how it had turned out.

Beau grunted as he lowered himself to the floor, his broken ribs screaming with every breath and movement he made. You sat down across from him, toying with the excess strap from your backpack. Neither of you had spoken since Beau came back around after getting jumped. You had expected him to lose his temper upon finding out all your stuff had been taken by the three assailants, but he had instead dragged himself up, looked you over, nodded, and started limping up the street.

You looked around the small convenience store he had decided to stop the two of you in for the night, several of its shelves had been knocked over and its merchandise taken or strewn about the floor. The air was growing colder as the sun went down and night closed in. So, you pulled your arms inside of your jacket and huddled up on yourself, to keep warm. The loud growl of your stomach filled the silence, but neither of you moved to find any food that hadn't spoiled to turn it into your pitiful dinner.

“Da-”

“It's late.” He cut you off. “You should go to bed, it's been a long day and tomorrow will only be longer.” He said, casting his eyes around and spotted a utility closet.

Getting to his feet with a loud groan, Beau shuffled over to the closet and yanked open the door, finding it contained a mop bucket and a cart with some cleaning supplies. Pushing them out of the closet, he turned to you and jerked his head inside, confusing you.

“Come on, Kitten. It's safe inside.” He told you, softly. “Trust Daddy.”

Biting your lip, you turned onto your hands and knees and crawled into the closet. Beau moved away for a moment, coming back with two bags of mixed trail mix and sat down, pulling the door closed as he did.

He ripped open one of the bags and handed it over to you. “When you finish it, I want you to lay down and go to sleep.”

“All right.” You mumbled, taking the mix from him, picking around the raisins as you ate it.

When you finally finished eating, you pulled your back pack off and turned onto your side, using it as a pillow, your eyes on Beau, watching him barely eat as he stared at the wall in front of him, barely acknowledging your presence.

“I love you, Daddy.” You whispered, drifting off to sleep.

“Mmhm.” Beau hummed back as your eyes closed.

When you woke the next morning, you found yourself alone in the utility closet, with the door closed. Frowning, you sat up and pulled your backpack on, figuring Beau had just woken up early and hadn't wanted to disturb you yet.

So, you got up and stepped out of the closet, going in search of him.

“Daddy?” You called, weaving through the store, looking around every corner as you made your way to the front. “Daddy!” You yelled out, the crease between your brow deepening, when you didn't receive an answer from him.

You stepped outside, looking up and down the street, a sick feeling in your stomach. “Beau!” You barked, your voice echoing back was your only answer.

He just went looking for supplies. You thought to yourself, going back inside the store, picking through the stock on the floor, finding a candy bar still in its wrapper and reasonable condition, before going towards the drinks at the back, eyeing what was left before chancing a can of Lemon Drop flavored Bang.

“Breakfast of champions.” You quipped to yourself, carrying your meal back outside to sit on the curb and wait for Beau to come back for you.

But, after three days of you staying at the convenience store and sleeping inside the closet, because it was safe, you were forced to acknowledge the fully formed feeling in your stomach.

Beau wasn't coming back.

He had abandoned you at some point that first night or early morning, while you slept. Not even bothering to leave you a note for why or apology. The man that had vowed to take care of you four years before, who doubled up on his vow when the virus hit the city and he decided you both needed to leave, had left you to fend for yourself.

In all reality, you were capable of fending for yourself, you were an adult after all. But that's when you were in an adult mind set. Your issue was you had the horrible issue of regressing far too often. Everyone around you knew it. Whether or not they knew you were a Little or not, they commented on how sometimes you just seemed too distant to care for yourself.

What hurt you the most, was thinking he had left because of what happened to him.

You blame yourself for it.

If you had just shut up and not said a word. If you hadn't called out his name and just followed him quietly out of the barbershop, then those people wouldn't have harmed him, then Daddy wouldn't have left you.

I can do this. You thought to yourself the morning of the fourth day. I can do this. You kept repeating to yourself, while trying to prevent yourself from regressing in your depression of being left high and dry. I have to do this. You sighed, going around the convenience store, grabbing the best food you could carry with you; trail mix, several cans of roasted peanuts, candy bars, a few more cans of Bang and bottles of water, stuffing them into your backpack.

You walked out of the convenience store and took a deep breath. He said, there was a safe place in Bath, you had remembered. Then, that was where you were going to go too, you resolved yourself, setting out. Even though you honestly had no idea where Bath was or if you were going the right way.

But it turned out, it didn't matter, you had found safety elsewhere.

In someone else.

“But, it turned out how it turned out, little one.” Henry told you, pressing his lips together and resting his chin against his chest. “You decided to be naughty and sneak off away from Daddy, to do something I warned you was bad, and it got you hurt.” He stated the facts of the situation.

“And so, we are now here.” He said, motioning to your wound.

“Time out?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.

“I haven't decided if I'm going to punish you.” He confessed, shaking his head and pushing his jaw forward. “Part of me thinks this is more than enough punishment for what you did. You're going to have a pretty little scar from it, that's for sure.”

You let your soother drop out of your mouth, its clip catching it from falling into your lap. “Leave?”

Henry's head went up and his eyes narrowed. “What do you mean, leave?”

Shifting and hissing as you did, you bit your lip and glanced in Henry's direction. “Will you leave me?” You asked, sounding more Big than he had ever heard you.

“Why are you so suddenly afraid I'm going to leave you?” Henry asked, standing back up and moving to your side, his hand resting on your arm, his eyes searching yours, seeing the fear and apprehension in them. “I was only gone for a few minutes, sweetheart.” He cooed at you, cocking his head, in his heartbreak.

You took a deep breath, you had never told Henry about Beau, especially about him abandoning you. “He did.” You muttered, staring down at Sparkles.

Henry narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, before he understood. “That's how you survived.” He said, licking his lips. “You had someone.”

“Mmhm.” You hummed, nodding. “But we got into some trouble, and he left.”

“Was that why you didn't talk for such a long time?” He asked, rubbing your arm and brushing his fingers against your cheek, a little happy that you were finally opening up that little bit of you.

“It was my fault.” You sighed, blinking rapidly. “If I hadn't said anything, they wouldn't have hurt him, and he wouldn't have left.”

Henry got a lump in his throat, before he hugged his arms around you. “Whatever happened, it was his choice to leave. That is no fault of yours, baby.” He purred at you, kissing the top of your head. “He could have stayed afterwards, but for whatever reason he decided not to. You wouldn't have been able to change that.” He sighed, resting his head against yours. “But, as for me,” He pulled away and held your face in his hands, making sure you looked him in the eyes.

“There is absolutely nothing you can do that would make me leave or abandon you. I love you and I'm going to take care of you, forever.” He chuckled softly, smirking. “Even when you've been naughty.”

“You promise?” You whimpered at him, closing your hands around his wrists.

“With everything in my heart and soul, Peanut.” Henry replied, rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. “If I didn't mean to take care of you, I never would have taken you home that day Kal and I found you.” He said, glancing down at the Bear, who dozed on the floor, at the foot of the table.

#Henry Cavill #Viking-Raider Fics #daddy!henry cavill x little!reader #Always Us #Always Us *fic*#Henry Cavill RPF #Henry Cavill Fanfiction #Henry Cavill Fanfic #HenryCavill #Henry Cavill Fandom #Viking-Raider-TagList #Viking-Raider-Library #Fluff #Angst #Hurt/Comfort #Daddy!Henry #Little!Reader

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idkjustsupersonic · 2 years

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I dont really know what to write for warnings or anything aside from kissing and a camera??? Idk hope you like this small one -

Jason had a camera slung over his neck this time in the library, taking aesthetic shots of you just running down the aisles of books and picking them out. It was like a dream.

You saw Jason’s camera in front of your face, you laughed as he took the photo, probably something he’d keep in his drawer.

Jason took his hands off the camera as it danced around his neck. He then went to go to look for the books he wanted, making you follow him around like a lost puppy.

You weren't lost though as you’ve followed him around this castle of a library millions of times, holding his hand as you both walked.

Jason got the books he wanted and you two left, Jason placing his books in your bag. You grabbed your helmet and placed it on, the same with Jason.

The ride home was surprisingly long and dragged out but you loved it. You pressed your head against his back and your hands around his waist.

Feeling your hair in the wind was the best, slowing down for a red light was nice as Jason would try to shimmy you off the bike, but it never works.

Eventually you both got home, had a bath together and then you edited some of the photos he took that day.

Jason would sit down, and you’d sit on his lap. He loved watching you edit, probably the best part of his day. Jason’s hands round your waist and him placing small kisses on your neck.

“Oooo, Jay, whats this?” You asked, pulling up a photo of your young drunken self and young Jason, surprisingly sober, kissing on a bathroom sink with the mirror behind you.

“That was back at the gala when you were hammered and asked for kisses. You were really nice so i said yes,” Jason replied, continuing to kiss your neck.

You smiled and printed it out, probably the best photo Jason has ever taken.

You moved onto the next photo, editing it.

You eventually stopped and looked at the photo that you printed, checking the date it was taken on your computer.

“Jay, this was when we were like 15… like ten years ago,” you muttered.

“Mhm. I’ve always loved you, Y/N, since that gala. Might have taken five years to puck up the courage to ask you out, but it was worth every single second,” Jason said.

You turned around, your legs behind the chair and you hands around his neck.

“I’m surprised you never found it sooner.”

“Yeah, same,” you smiled, placing a kiss to his lips.

#jason todd #batfam #batfamily #fluff and angst #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #x reader #x yn #x you #x you fluff #red hood

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essayofthoughts · 10 months

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how about vex and one of the kids, cure wounds?

Oh oh! This lets me indulge that headcanon of mine that emotionally gutted you! You know - this one.

It isn't often that Gwennie gets injured, surprisingly enough. She's as enamoured with inventing and explosions as Percy is, but she's also much more fireproof and does actually have a modicum of sense - she knows not to pick up anything sharp and look both ways before crossing the street (or, better yet, to cross the street safely on Trinket's back) and besides which, Percy's very good at bandaging the children up from their inevitable cuts and scrapes well before she returns from a patrol.

So it's rare to see Gwen, a little teary eyed and one hand held gingerly, at the door to the library. Even before spotting the tears she knows something's wrong: Trinket's head swings up from where he'd been sprawled in a sleepy pile on the floor, and she knows how protective of his little siblings Trinket is.

"Mummy?" Gwen's voice is quiet and has that little hitching breath that means even though she's not crying now she had been recently. "I hurt myself."

She steps in when Vex gestures, holding out her hand and oh. Oh, that's nasty. It had taken them a bit of time to see how bruises and burns and cuts look on Gwen's scarlet skin, but this is a nasty graze, thickly clotting dark blood across the heel of her palm like someone's tried to crust her skin with living rubies.

Gwen's blood, though, is far more precious to Vex than any ruby she might encounter.

"Oh darling," she says, taking her daughter's hand in hers. Gwen runs warm - just as warm as Percy to the exact same degree - and the first thing Vex does is press a kiss to Gwen's palm. Kiss it better may not really work, but it soothes the children and with Gwen especially she and Percy have gone out of their way to show her that she's loved. "Let me fix that."

Cure Wounds is an old and familiar spell and it's easy to cast, the words a soft murmur against her daughter's skin before the magic takes effect.

"Oh," says Gwen, as the green-gold washes over her hand, catching around the edge of the graze like water at the shore, sparkling instead of frothing and when it finally fades away the start of the scab does too, leaving behind clean, unmarred skin. "Oh!"

"There we go," Vex says and presses a kiss to Gwen's forehead. "All better."

Gwen's silent, examining her hand closely before comparing it to the scar on her arm - the only mark left on her after a playfight with Danny went wrong and a glass had been smashed. Percy had patched the children up, and everything healed fine, but- well. First scars tend to be remembered.

"Mummy," Gwen says slowly. "Daddy has a lot of these." She points to her scar. "But you can heal things so they don't do that."

"Yes," she says, unsure where Gwen's going with this.

"Can you heal them too? These-" She points at the scar again.

"Scars," she says. "They're called scars."

"Scars," Gwen says. "Can you heal them?"

If only. There's a lot Vex would give to have been able to heal Percy of even half of what Ripley had inflicted on him. She'll settle for the bitch being goddamn dead.

"Scars are what happen when you don't heal bad injuries with magic," she says. "They're how the body heals on it's own." She pulls back her sleeve, shows one of the small bitemarks she has from when she'd been raising Trinket. "See?"

"Oh," Gwen says, still frowning, still clearly thinking. "Daddy was hurt a lot then."

Oh. Oh it's this conversation. Vex has managed to avoid this conversation with all of the children so far - they've all taken it to Percy. She'd thought Gwen would too - the two are thick as thieves and it's quite adorable really - but. Well.

"Yes," she says. "By the same people who hurt your Auntie Cass."

"Oh."

Gwen is still thinking. She doesn't seem upset - and Vex credits herself as being very good at reading her children - but she's not entirely sure what Gwen's thinking at all.

"Uncle Tary says people come up with new spells all the time."

... Okay this is a jump.

"Your Uncle Tary likes to make up stories," she says with a smile. "But yes, some people do develop new spells."

"And Daddy invents new techno- technyli- Tek-no-log-gy." Oh Gwen stumbling over long words shouldn't be so cute but it always is. "And Vesper says that people find new things out all the time too."

"Yes."

Gwen nods, simple and determined, clearly to herself, so much her father's daughter. Vex waits for her daughter to look back up at her and lets her have space to speak.

"I'm going to find out how to heal scars," Gwen says. "But you can't tell him. He'll make The Face."

Oh boy will he. Vex is having a hard time not making it herself now, and covers for that by reaching down to hug her daughter.

"I'm sure you will," she says into Gwennie's pigtails. "Shall I help you find some books on it?"

#vex'ahlia #gwendolyn de rolo #rightpastnowhere #cr fic #my fic #ask #ask game

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Dead Girl Walking - Targaryen, Velaryon, Rivers x F!Reader Modern College AU

Warnings: Murder, dead dove possibly? non con kissing,

A/n: I made this in mind that Luke is 18 in this, there is nothing between him and reader ever he’s just there to move the plot along.

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“Come on Y/n, you'll have fun and get to make new friends!” Aegon asks a shy and timid Y/n. She's shifting back and forth on her feet.

“I-I don't know Aegon, I mean we barely know each other. Besides, I don't think you guys would really want me to hang around you.” she says while pulling her bag on her shoulder.

“Look, just come for 15 mins if you hate it i'll take you home myself and you can forget everything about me and the rest of the guys. Deal?” he asks with a smile that makes the girl thinks about it, reluctantly she decides to go with him to his car.

“Fine, just 15 mins then.”

“Perfect! Let's head to my car then.” he says while opening the classroom door.

*TIME SKIP*

“Guys I've brought a special guest with me to today's activities” Aegon says while walking up with a shy Y/n behind him. She eyes the guys, some of them she has in her classes while some she's seen around campus.

“Hi, I’m Y/n” she says while timidly waving to them.

“Well hello there, my name is Jace but you can just call me your boyfriend” Jace say coming up to her with a beer in hand. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Uh”

“Leave her alone cousin” a man much taller than Aegon came up to the girl next and began to drag Jace away. “My name is Aemond by the way”.

“Come on and meet the rest of our group, ” Aegon said, grabbing her hand hard.

“Hello, my name is Alys Rivers” said a girl Y/n thinks she’s seen around campus. She smiled back, her nerves calming down a bit. “We have biology together right?”

“Yes, I sit in the back next to the window,” she says, looking away.

“Here this will help you” Aegon says while holding out a beer for her.

“Thank you” she says while taking a sip of her drink, the liquid tasting bitter, she makes a face causing the two other boys to laugh a bit. She smiled again and took another, this time it went down easier. Soon the bottle is empty and she asks for another.

“Hi, i don't think i’ve introduced myself, my name is Helaena, i think we have dance class together?” a literal ball of sunshine sits next to her on her left side.

“Yeah! You are such a great dancer! The way you move is incredible!” She takes a big sip of beer. She looks up and sees a familiar face. The boy she's seen at the library late at night. She never thought she would see him here of all places, to her he seemed like someone who would pick studying over hanging out with friends. She thinks his name is Luke.

As time goes on, she gets drunker and more vulnerable.

“I’m going to be right back, I have to pee” she says as she gets up from sitting by the fire pit. She stumbles as she walks towards the woods making sure that she has privacy.

When she finishes she turns and sees Aegon, she's startled.

“Ah Aegon, what are you doing here”

“Well you were taking a long time so I came to check on you to make sure that you were ok.” he says with a gentle smile.

She smiles back.

“Alright well we should head back then”

“One question, do you like me Y/n?”

“Uh, what? What made you ask me that?” she said, stepping forward.

“Just answer the question.” he says

“Um, no, I hardly know any of you so I couldn't possibly say that I like you.” she says.

He presses his lips against her in a sloppy drunk kiss. She shoves him off.

“Aegon you're drunk! Fuck off!”

He doesn't like the feeling of rejection, he is the most popular guy at Westeros University after all and no one rejects him. Y/n begins to walk back toward the other group of guys when Aegon comes from behind her and strikes her in the back of the head. She falls to the ground lifeless. Seeing what he's done snaps him out of his drunken stupor, he runs back to his friends.

“You guys, I've done something horrible.” he says, sobbing into his hands.

“What did you do? Where's Y/n?” Aemond says getting up from his seat and running towards the way his brother had come from. Moments later he comes back with Y/n in his arms. He gently lays her down.

“What the fuck did you do Aegon!” Aemond says angrily.

“I-I kissed her and she pushed me away and I just picked up a rock and hit her.” he admits and the others look disgusted.

“Is she still breathing?” Helaena asks, looking in between her brothers and a girl she'd only met.

“Barely,” Aemond says, placing his ear near her mouth.

“Well, we have to do something. Luke, do you still have those ropes in your car and Jace do you still have the cinder block from when you worked at your fathers construction site?” Alys asks both boys who knod in response.

“What the hell are you going on Alya!” Aemond says looking panicked.

“She's as good as dead anyway, that head wound is serious. Besides, it's either she lives and tells the cops what Aegon did or we protect your brother.” She says while Luke and Jace come back with the supplies.

Jace goes over to Y/n and begins tying the cinder blocks around her ankles.

“Come on, we just drop her body in the lake and no one will find her because you yourself said she's a loner and has no one, not even a family. That is the reason you brought her here tonight.” Alys says while she and Helaena pick up Y/n’s body and carry it to a nearby bridge.

Just as they are about to drop her Y/n wakes up.

“What are you doing? Why am i tied up.” she says looking around and seeing she's in Alys and Heleama’s arms. “If this is about Aegon I promise not to tell anyone. Please don't do this to me!'' She turns to look at Aegon and Aemond for help but they look down in shame. Her face drops and tears begin to fall from her eyes. “Fuck you, Aegon Targaryen,” is the last thing to come from her mouth when shes dropped into the water.

“No one speaks of this ever. We all take this to our graves.” Aemond says while walking away.

*TIME SKIP 1 Year Later*

One year has passed since the incident as the group called it. Aegon still has nightmares about that night. The others are all dealing with it in their own ways. However, the fact that they killed an innocent girl eats at them a little each day.

Today is the first day of spring semester and they are in the back corner talking amongst themselves when a girl rushes into the classroom just as the bell rings.

“Welcome students to the first day of the spring semester.” The teacher says in the front of the class, “Before we begin, I would like to ask our new transfer student to introduce herself.”

The girl who rushed in at the last minute stands up and when she faces the class the group in the back lose all color in their faces.

“Good morning all, my name is Y/n and i am happy to be here. Thank you.” she says and returns to her seat.

The teacher began the lesson and the girl in front turns her head to face the 6 friends and smiles gently at them.

A few moments pass and Y/n gets up from her seat and walks toward the back where the pencil sharpener is but drops a note in front of the group before she does.

“You know when you're drowning you don't actually inhale until right before you black out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong that you wont open your mouth until you feel like your head’s exploding. You're all going to pay for what you did to me” - Y/n

#bitchyglitterfox writes #house of the dragon #hotd imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #heleana targaryen #jacerys velaryon x reader #Luke velaryon x reader #Alys Rivers x reader #murder mystery

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barbedbetty · 1 year

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You and I

Halbrand x Reader

Warnings: no smut, some fluff, memory loss, memory flashes

PART ONE

The first thing I felt when I drifted back to consciousness was the lack of water lapping at my skin. There was no blistering heat burning me. No rough wooden planks on my makeshift raft to irritate my body.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a ships hold.

My body was beyond exhaustion, even my eyes ached as they scanned the new surroundings. I didn’t care if i was laying atop a crate or a cloud, i closed my eyes and wanted to slip back into a dreamless rest.

I heard a door open, and every part that dreaded movement before snapped into action without warning.

The next thing I knew, I was standing up and braced in a fighting stance.

A man walked in, wearing some kind of sailors uniform. An ivory vest with golden details stitched across it delicately over a ocean blue tunic. He was tanned and scarred, his dark brown hair fell in soft wave-like curves around his gentle face. He was tall and could have been menacing but his demeanor was gentle.

He walked toward me slowly, he raised his right hand in surrender and in his left was a small tray with a bowl of food and a canteen.

“We pulled you from the sea last night.” He explained. “You’re safe here, no one else has been in here since you passed out.”

“Am I a prisoner?” I didn’t ease one screaming muscle in my body.

“No, you are a guest.” He set the tray on a small barrel and bowed towards me.

“Where are we headed?” I demanded as he stood upright again, clasping his hands in front of him.

“To our home port of Númenor.”

“Númenor?” The name felt familiar to her.

“Yes, I’m Captain Elendil of the Sea Guard.” He tilted his head and scanned my face. “What’s your name?”

“…Y/n.” I answered curtly.

“Where do you come from?”

I paused.

“Not Númenor.” I said and stood up straight, this man wasn’t a threat.

“I understand.” He nodded. “You will have to give a proper answer to our Queen. We don’t allow strangers on our island.”

He turned and left without another word.

I went for the tray and picked up the canteen and took a small drink, even though I wanted to drain the whole thing.

I sat down and looked at the bowl of food and then at my own hands, willing them to bring me an answer.

Where did I come from?

After meeting with Queen Regent Miríel and explaining that I had no solid memory of my life apart from my name, I was sent to a room to rest. The Captain had confirmed I had hit my head before they rescued me, there was a massive bruise and knot on the back of my head. Memory loss from being exposed to the sea for who knows how long was to be expected.

For the next couple weeks, I recovered and kept to myself. The Queen was weary of me, but left me to my own devices and I had no problem being confined to the Palace Grounds.

I tried to remember something from my life, maybe a husband or sister or maybe even a neighbor I hated. Even trying to remember my favorite color was a trial that took me a week to win. I must admit Elendil helped me crack that one, he pointed to my ring made of red metal and said I must love that color if I managed to keep the ring through everything I’ve been through.

I can’t believe I didn’t even realize I was wearing this ring to be honest. It felt like part of my body, and when I took it off I felt cold and alone, but back on I felt fearless and powerful. It must mean something to me, I feel it deep in my soul.

I wandered through the library and spent my time reading books and studying maps hoping something would give me a clue. Eventually, I was given a task of helping the lore masters find a certain scroll that the King had taken years before and before I knew it, they gave me a necklace with a mark of the scholars and I was part of their guild.

I began to build a life on the island, more out of necessity than choice but it was so peasant nonetheless.

Until they were brought ashore.

The same Captain that found me adrift brought back two more souls with him one day a couple weeks later. When I heard, I raced to the throne room where they were being taken.

I got to the room amidst a crowd of other nobleman and gentry. I was caught in the back before they were brought in, people were chattering left and right giving me snippets of gossip while I attempted to make my way closer to the front.

“An Elf, I tell ya! An elf as tall as a horse!”

“Seawater! I heard the Elf is no bigger than you, it’s a man they brought that’s taller than most on the island.”

“A she-elf, they oughta toss her back into the sea and be done with it all.”

“Both of them should be sent on their way.”

“What if they bring others back? More men? Or worse, more elves!”

The great doors opened and after the first two guards stood a woman more beautiful than any I’ve ever seen, well at least that I could remember.

Her hair was the color of the sun, her skin paler than milk, and her eyes were fierce and wandering. When I looked to the Queen, she was unmoved in body but in spirit I knew she was becoming uneasy.

Then I turned and felt more than curiosity at the strange man.

He walked pensively, scanning the room but not the people, he stood beside the Elf as they awaited judgement from the Queen.

Even though their backs were to me, I felt there was something about the man. Something…familiar. I stepped forward, forcing my way through the crowd in a daze. People were whispering things to me but I heard nothing except my heart beat.

That dark hair, those strong shoulders, that tall stature.

Something in my bones knew this man.

“What do they call you?” The Queen asked the man.

“Halbrand.” He answered simply, in a tone that sang like a bell to my ears.

A memory flashed through my mind, so powerful and unyielding that I gasped and fell to my knees. Head pounding I cried out as a flash of a darkened room took over my vision with a window revealing a moonless night and green eyes begging me for something.

“Are you okay?”

I blinked and was back at the throne room, I tried to sit up but my head reeled like I had too much mead.

“Someone get the healer!” A woman shouted as she cradled my head off the marble floor.

I turned my head and saw the man, he turned and we made eye contact.

And in that flash of a moment before someone knelt in front of me with a potion that made me sleep, I felt it as sure as I knew the sun rises: that man knew me too.

I woke up sometime in the night, my head throbbing but I was energized nonetheless. I remembered a room, a bed room to be exact, with a wide window the had a balcony and snow falling against a black night sky. And Halbrand as he called himself begging me to run away.

I jumped out of bed, grabbed a blue shawl, and bolted out the door.

I wasn’t sure where I was going but my feet were swift as I ran across the courtyard. My room was near the library now but when I first arrived I was given a room that overlooked the harbor. That had to be where he was. As I looked around the great hallway and into the throne room, I heard footsteps.

I hid behind a pillar and hoped whoever was walking was quick.

I peeked around and saw an empty, quiet room. I leaned back against the pillar to give it another moment but when I turned to my left, I saw Halbrand.

I opened my mouth to scream in surprise but he covered my mouth and pushed me against the marble.

“You don’t want to wake the guards, do you?” He whispered.

I shook my head and stared up in his eyes.

“Are you going to scream when I take my hand away?” He asked.

I shook my head.

“Okay, then follow me.” He took his hand off my mouth and grabbed my hand, he looked both ways and together we snuck off into the darkness.

“Where are we going?” I hissed as we ran along the outer walls of the castle.

“You’ll see.” He answered as we stopped at a dark corner and he peeked around to look for the guards.

An urge to giggle bubbles in my chest but I held it in.

He took me to a small garden in the courtyard and held my hand as we walked through green foliage until we hit an orange tree. We sat underneath it and leaned against the trunk side by side. An act that felt as familiar as breathing, I barely registered that he still had his finger intimately entwined with mine.

“Why are we here?” I asked him.

“Because I thought we could talk.” He smirked at me.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked him.

He tsk’ed and leaned in close to me.

“I know you have questions about you, about me,” he paused and looked up and down my body and winked at me. “About us.”

He was smiling so knowingly at me, and my body, it made me blush.

“So we do know each other.” I whispered.

He reached over and cradled my cheek in his hand.

“Yes.” He whispered and stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. “Yes, we do.”

“What are you to me?” I asked quietly, I took his hand away from my face and held it between my hands looking at all the scars and lines it had.

“Your humble servant.” He bowed his head for a moment while smiling.

“You’re awfully familiar with me to be a servant.” I let out a giggle and he beamed.

“We found each other while in service to another.” He explained and let me continue mapping his palm. “But to me, you are a Queen.”

“Me? A Queen?” I scoffed and traced my finger down the center of his palm. I thought I saw him shiver out of the corner of my eye.

He reached back up and held my chin to tilt my head up to look at him.

“Queen.” He whispered as he leaned in. “Goddess. Woman. All words fall short in presence of your beauty.”

The silence that fell between us felt intoxicating. Like swimming in sweet wine.

I wanted to lean just a little closer, feel his lips against mine, feel his strong hands grip and pet parts of my body like an instrument. I wanted to get so lost in each other in this beautiful quiet moment.

“Halbrand.” I looked into his green eyes and sighed.

“Y/n.” He whispered back, his eyes looked over my face like he was trying to memorize it.

I felt a knot of anticipation in my stomach.

Looking into his green eyes felt like coming home. I couldn’t explain why, but I knew deep in my bones that he was mine and I was his.

Without a moment to second guess myself, I leaned forward and simply pressed my lips against his.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins as he gently moved his lips against mine and held my face in his hands.

Everything felt so right, it felt so natural, it was too much and not enough at the same time. He rose to his knees leaning over me as we kissed, gently pushing his tongue against mine and moaning when I threaded my fingers through his hair to encourage him.

He pulled his lips away and began kissing down my neck, his hands roamed down my body like he already knew it.

“ Miquelis” he murmured against my skin.

I gasped and for a moment, memories came flooding back in fragments. Red hot metal that was cool to the touch, blood and broken bones, screams of elves, clashes of swords, deep resonating voices that rang so loud my skull felt like it was going to split open.

Before I knew what I was doing, I pushed at Halbrand shoulders shoving him backwards.

He landed with a thud in the grass and I scrambled backwards panting with my back against the tree.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He said sincerely as he knelt in front of me searching my face. “I shouldn’t have assumed-“

“You-“ I cut him off.

There was a pause.

“You.” I whispered.

He was still as a statue, I could see his shoulder slowly rise and fall with his breathing but he was waiting for me to say something.

I took a moment to think back on what I remembered.

“You and I were a part of something.” I whispered. “Something dark.”

He swallowed slowly and nodded.

“What did you call me?” I asked.

“ Miquelis.” He repeated. “It means-“

“‘Sweet Kiss’.” I finished.

He nodded and kept watching me.

My head suddenly felt so fuzzy, with a pressure behind my eyes that was quickly becoming uncomfortable.

“I have to go.” I rose quickly and turned away from him.

I heard him chase after me an his hand gently took my elbow.

“Let me walk you back to your room.” He asked.

“No.” I tugged my arm away and looked up at him. “I need time alone.”

He nodded and took a step back.

I turned and hurried back to my room. Once I was behind a locked door, I pushed my back against the wall and sank to my knees. I tried to control my breathing but another memory was itching it’s way in and I wasn’t sure I wanted it. My heading was pounding and it felt like the room was spinning. I wanted to cry and scream and beg for it to stop but I knew it wouldn’t help.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes and let the memory flood my senses.

I saw Halbrand trying to talk to me in a forge, it was dark and snow covered every surface. The cold was bone deep but I felt nothing.

He was speaking but I couldn’t hear him. He took my face in his hands and had such a look of sorrow in his eyes that it broke my heart.

Suddenly a dark shadow figure emerged and dragged us apart.

“There will only be one ruler of Middle Earth.” A deep voice roared from somewhere in the darkness.

“There will be a king and his servants.”

The voice chilled me to my core, I was fighting with everything I had but whatever invisible force held me back was strong. Halbrand was on the opposite side of the room and shouting for me.

“To make sure you both obey, I will erase Y/no’s memory.”

Halbrand screamed, veins bulging across his neck and face as he fought and shouted. His pupils turned to skits like a snakes as he roared and fought to get back to me.

“If she can’t remember you, she can’t love you.”

Orcs burst into the room and grabbed me and dragged me out, I punched and scratched to no avail.

“And if you can’t find her, you’ll do as I say.”

Then darkness took me.

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Part 2: “Us”

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otomefoxystar · 17 days

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Finding You - Part One

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing : Arthur X MC ( Napoleon & Issac - Platonic )

Genre: Hurt & Comfort

TW: Mentions of kidnapping and being cut; blood.

Napoleon scanned the streets for her; all he did was turn around for a second to talk to the child tugging on his sleeve, and she was gone. 'Where did she go?' It was broad daylight, and she seemingly vanished. The panic was rising, and he began to quicken his pace, looking through the alleyways. He circled back around, and Isaac, who was sitting on a stone ledge teaching a group of children, circled him and tilted his head when he saw the worry in Napoleon's expression—a deep crease between his brows. "That's all for today, kids; we'll have a longer session later." Aww." Several kids said in unison who enjoyed Issac's lessons.

Isaac put his hands on his knees, bending down. "Sometimes you have to be there for people when they need you. To show them that they are important to you, and give them your support when they are having a bad day or worried or whatever the case may be. Remember always to be kind. My friend needs me right now, so I will walk over to him and help him with whatever is troubling him." The kids clapped, and Isaac smiled as he closed the book and stood up.

Issac walked over to Napoleon. "What's the matter?" Napoleon looked at Issac, panicked. "_ _ _ and I had come out to do some shopping. I turned away for a second, and she was gone; I looked all over. I've gone everywhere I can think of. I don't know where she went." Issac pondered momentarily, thinking of places she could have wandered to. "Did you look in the bakery? She loves sweet things." Napoleon's eyes lit up; why hadn't he thought of that? "I'll go with you," Issac stated; he wasn't about to let his friend try to find her alone. "Thank you, Issac." Issac squeezed Napoleon's shoulder, conveying his support. The two men walked to the bakery, still scanning the streets, hoping she might appear.

Issac opened the door to the bakery, holding it open for Napoleon, and disappointment washed over him when she wasn't there. Issac approached the owner and described her appearance, asking if she'd seen her, "I know who you're talking about, but I haven't seen her in a while. I'm sorry." Issac's stomach knotted in worry, "Thank you." As they left, she called out to them, "I hope you find her."

After stopping by the bakery, they looked at the library and various other shops but had no luck. They began looking down alleyways when Issac noticed a yellow ribbon on the ground. "Napoleon, wasn't she wearing a ribbon just like that this morning?" Napoleon walked closer, standing next to Issac. "Yes, it matched her dress." He picked up the ribbon and put it in his trousers pocket. "Let's keep going," Napoleon stated as he looked down the alleyway, which seemed never-ending. Both of them, too worried to voice their concern they, carried on trudging down the alleyway.

Issac wasn't a fighter. He had never wielded a sword. His defenses were in knowledge. What if someone had taken her? What could he do? Outwit them with math equations? Still, even if he wouldn't be helpful in combat, he wasn't going to abandon Napoleon and let him do this on his own.

As they edged further, Napoleon stopped, and a look of horror was in his eyes. "Napoleon?" Issac questioned what Napoleon was staring at when he followed his line of sight; he saw a puddle of blood, and the scent wafted to his nostrils. "Napoleon, it's fresh," Issac stated. Being a Demi vampire sometimes has its disadvantages. He didn't have the abilities the others did. It was a godsend to have Issac here with him. The blood had his throat burning. Issac knew he had to keep going for Napoleon and _ _ _. He couldn't lose it and feed off whatever unsuspecting victim he could find. "Let's keep going Issac whispered, trying to keep his bloodlust at bay.

They pushed forward, foot in front of foot, seeing tiny speckles of blood. Finally, they came out the other side of the alleyway. The bright sunlight blinded them. "I won't go with you!" Their ears tingled with the sound of her distress. Napoleon put his hand on the hilt of his sword. As their eyes adjusted, they saw her. Her forearm trickled blood as she was kicking and hitting the man who had a tight hold on her.

She bit down hard on the wrist of her captor, and his grasp loosened on her. She pushed him with all the strength she had and ran off. Issac held out his hand, bringing her to him before she ran past him. In her panicked state, she started fighting him as well, but he had a firm grip on her arm that wasn't injured. "Calm down, look at me. It's Issac." She stilled and looked up, "Issac?"

He nodded, "It's me." She buried herself into his embrace as he wrapped her in his arms. "I'm safe, you're safe," she said, not telling Isaac but telling herself. Napoleon unsheathed his sword and pointed it at her captor. "Take her home!" Isaac didn't need to be told twice and helped her walk down the street and into a waiting carriage.

His grip was firm on her waist as he climbed in after her. He sat next to her. "Let me bandage your arm." His throat burned at the scent of her blood, but he was too focused to acknowledge it. He ripped his sleeve and wrapped the fabric around her wound, tying a knot as he finished it. The adrenaline left her body, her eyes fluttered shut, and she leaned against Issac's chest, falling asleep. He lifted his arm over her shoulder to let her feel a sense of security.

When they returned to that mansion, he lifted her, cradling her head against his chest, and her legs draped over his arms. As he carried her to her room, it didn't go unnoticed by the other residents. Arthur, who was in his room writing, put his pen back into the ink and came out of the room. When he saw what was happening, his heart sank. With hurried steps, he walked to her bedroom. Issac laid her on the bed, removed her shoes, and covered her up. Comte and Leo came in. "What happened? "Comte asked. "I'm not sure; Napoleon said they were out shopping, and she disappeared when he wasn't looking. We found her with a man trying to force her into a carriage." He sighed, "She fought hard," He said, looking at Arthur.

"Napoleon is out there by himself. He might need help. I don't know what the situation is. My priority was getting her out of there," Isaac said, looking dejected. Jean put his hand on Isaac's shoulder. You did the right thing, Isaac; where is he? I'll go to him." Isaac explained to Jean where to find Napoleon.

Arthur looked down at her, and Theo sensed Arthur's distress. "She's okay, she's home, and we're going to take care of her." Arthur nodded, "Yeah, I know." Theo put his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "This is a special circumstance, so I'm going to just say it. We all know you two have feelings for each other; it's not hard to miss. Right now, she needs you, Arthur." Comte said, "The rest of us will help Napoleon; I want you to focus on her. I've called my physician to look at her arm. He'll be here soon." Arthur nodded. "O-okay," Comte gave him a small smile. "She's going to recover quickly." Everyone piled out of the room, leaving Arthur and Sebastian alone. "I'll bring you some coffee." Arthur didn't agree or disagree. He just let Sebastian do what he needed to do. Arthur wasn't sure if he could speak the words even if Sebastian had asked.

Being in the room alone made Arthur a little uncomfortable. He wasn't quite sure what to do. Arthur had always been the one to treat the sick, but being on the other side was both a relief and a frustration. Finally, he moved the chair from her desk to sit beside her bed. When Sebastian came in, he brought Arthur coffee along with rogue. He placed them on the bedside table. "She is bleeding. We can't have you losing control, no matter how much self-control you have." Arthur reached for the rouge, acknowledging that Sebastian was right. He gulped it down without a word, then licked his lips.

Sebastian took the rogue from Arthur. "In our time, they say it helps people heal to hear the voices of those they love even when asleep." Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Sebastian smiled, then averted his eyes to her and put his hand over hers. "I hope you wake up soon." He squeezed her hand. It tugged at Arthur's heart to know how she's touched every one of them. "If you need anything, I'll be here." Arthur nodded, "Thank you, Sebas." Sebastian gave Arthur a long nod before leaving and shutting the door.

"I guess everyone knows how we feel about each other; I know how I feel; I wasn't certain about you." He sighed, "I care about you a great deal." He leaned forward, took her hand, and gently kissed it. Then, he put his forehead on her hand when he heard a knock on the door. He lifted his head but still had his hand wrapped around hers. Sebastian and the doctor walked in. "Good evening. I'm just going to take a look at your lady friend." Arthur felt oddly possessive over her but had to push it down. He knew the doctor was here to help but couldn't control the new emotion.

Arthur stood up and backed away, standing next to Sebastian to give the doctor space. His eyes immediately went to her arm. "Stitches are going to be in order here." The doctor's eyes lifted from her to Arthur and Sebastian. "Has she woken up at all?" Arthur shook his head. "It hasn't been that long since she was brought home." The doctor looked back down to the wound on her arm. "I'll need one of you to hold her down if she wakes up. I can't have her thrashing while I'm giving her stitches. Arthur wrapped his hand tightly around her free hand and pressed down on her shoulder. The doctor cleaned the wound and laid out his supplies. "Okay, here we go." As soon as the needle pierced her skin, her eyes popped open, and she groaned from the pain. "You're okay, luv. The doctor here is just fixing up that nasty cut on your arm." She nodded and winced each time a new stitch was made.

Arthur held her eyes in his, then finally, "All set, that was a pretty nasty cut. Do you mind if I finish your examination while you're awake?" She cleared her throat "o-okay" she said with a hoarse voice. She sat up, and he finished the examination. "You look good." He sat down. "You went through a lot today; feeling exhausted is perfectly normal. It's going to take some time before you feel normal again." She nodded, "Thank you." The doctor smiled. "I'll return to take out those stitches in a few weeks." Sebastian smiled and walked with the doctor to see him out. She looked over at Arthur. "Napoleon, is he okay?" Arthur smiled. "I can see if he's back yet. I'll be right back, luv." He says to her as he strokes her cheek.

When the door opened, three men entered: Arthur, Napoleon, and Issac. Napoleon smiled at the sight of her. "I'm sorry to both of you." She looked between Napoleon and Issac. She swallowed. "Thank you for finding me and bringing me home." Napoleon took her hand and sat on the bed. "The men that tried to take you have been arrested; this won't happen to anyone ever again. "Thank you, Napoleon, you're a good man." He squeezed her hand, and she choked back tears. "I don't know what they wanted with me." Napoleon grimaced, "I don't know either." Napoleon replied, "Some people are just sick and twisted." She bit her lip. "Oh, I have something of yours." She looked at him curiously, and Napoleon pulled the ribbon from his pocket. "We found this on the ground in the alley. I think it'll get clean if we scrub it." Napolean says as he looks at how dirty it is while he hands it to her. She mustered a smile. "Thank you."

She glances at Issac." Issac," She says his name with a shaky voice. She was close to tears but was forcing herself to hold back. His attention was on her, and she held her hand to him. He walked to the edge of her bed, standing next to Napoleon. He took her hand. "Thank you for saving me." Issac's eyes wavered. "I didn't do much," Arthur laughed. "He's modest." She latched her eyes on Issac's. His rosy hues searched hers. "But you did. You made me feel safe, and you took care of my arm." She squeezed his hand tightly as he stood there stunned. "You are a special friend to me, Issac, and what you did for me today means so much to me." Tears ran down her face with emotion. "I was so scared, and there you were." Arthur and Napoleon watched silently as she poured her heart out to Issac.

"How are you like this?" He asked her with curiosity. "You went through a life-altering event, and you're thanking me?" Finally, he smiled, "You are a special friend to me, too." He repeated her words back to her. He could see how tired she still looked, and he released her hand, putting it on the bed and patting the top. "You need to rest" She knew he was right, her whole body ached with fatigue. "Will you come back later?" A knot formed in Arthur's stomach. Had she loved Issac this entire time? Had he been chasing after her in vain? "Yes," His gaze went to Napoleon and Arthur. "Shall we?" They all walked out of the room, and Arthur took a long look at her before closing the door.

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thatblackravenclaw · 2 years

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Very Good Boy

Masterlist

author note: whaaat two fics in one day? Yeah, I have a final due, so I'm procrastinating it 😅. It felt so wrong writing for this one, even as a Neville girl, but I can't lie, I've read a good amount of Neville smut.

Neville Longbottom x ravenclaw!fem!reader

word count: 670

warning(s): smut, cursing, exhibitionism kink if you squint, oral (male receiving), dry humping, illusion to unprotected sex, public sex (i think the common room is counted as public sex), mommy kink, sub neville

I look up at the ceiling as I sit on the velvet blue couch. The stars above us slowly drifting to the left. My eyes drift down to my beautiful girlfriend that’s sitting on my lap, placing soft kisses all over my face while grinding her hips against my crotch.

I’m nervous about someone coming in, but the way her lips feel on my skin is making the fear slowly drift away.

She lifts her head and I whine at the loss of her lips.

“Neville?” she asks me shyly.

“Yes, Flower?”

“Can I try something?”

“Anything.” As long as I get to continue feeling your lips on mine.

She sinks down to her knees and spreads my legs. Once she’s in between them, her hand reaches for my zipper.

“Here, bun?” Anxiousness obvious in my tone.

“Yes, here. Come on baby. It’ll be fun. For me?” And she gives me that look that she knows I can’t refuse.

I sink into the couch and relax which she takes as a sign to continue unzipping my pants. I help her pull them past my butt but keep my underwear on.

Her hand palms my half hard dick. I let out a strained moan as to not alert every Ravenclaw behind the bookcase.

She stokes me through my briefs, and I grip the arm of the couch to keep myself grounded. The stars in the ceiling start to become blurry as I lose myself in the feeling.

I zone back in and feel her soft tongue lick the slit in my head, tasting the pre-cum that had started to leak. My hips involuntarily bucking up with the contact.

She takes her mouth off my now hard dick and looks up at me.

“I’m going to keep one hand on your thigh. Tap it three times if it gets too much, okay?”

“Yes ma’am.” I say almost breathless.

“Good boy.”

She puts me back in her mouth and slowly inches towards the base. I moan a little louder than last time as I use my hand to hold her hair back.

As soon as she takes me all the way to her throat the door opens.

“Neville? Is that you?” I hear Padma ask me.

My eyes widen, but y/n continues to bob her head, her throat clenching around the tip.

“Hey! Hey, Padma. Hey Cho. What’s up?” I ask as soon as I turn around, eternally grateful that they stayed by the door.

“I should be asking you that since you’re in our house.” Padma says while giggling with Cho.

“Oh, you know. Just really enjoy your guys’ common room.”

“I see. So, where’s your girlfriend?”

I’m about to respond when y/n takes one of my balls and starts to suck on it while pumping my shaft getting me closer to cumming. My grip on her makeshift ponytail tightens.

“She actually went looking for you guys. Something about needing to talk to you about something.”

“How weird. Do you know where she went?”

Fuuuuck I’m about to come. I look down at y/n and she has my dick back in her mouth and her hand strokes have picked up.

“Um um I think she went to the library or the courtyard. I can’t quite remember.”

“Oh, cool. Thanks! We’ll return her after when we find her.” Cho says.

“Great! Bye!” I say rushed.

Once I heard the doors close buck up my hips hard and let out a guttural moan as I cum down her throat. My eyes close when I see her remove her lips from my head and swallow. My breathing is heavy as I feel my dick throb for more.

“Was I a good boy for you?” I ask as I flutter my eyes open.

She sits back on my lap, but I notice her bare pussy graze the length of my dick.

“You were the best boy for me, baby. Wanna be better and fuck mommy?” She asks me as she spreads her arousal on my tip.

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itsthestutterforme · 1 year

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From the Past [2/2]

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, dark themes (angst, cheating, murder, disposing of body, attempted assault)

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Aemond has been lurking around you since the dance you shared at the banquet. Your mother, Ria, agreed that you stay at Kings Landing for a few more days. Within those days, Criston Cole is hosting a tournament for all of the houses to compete in. And Alicent is hosting a courting ball for you to pick suitors.

So there will be little free time to relax. You weren’t exactly excited at Alicent’s offer. First it started with prying questions. “Do you have a husband, Y/N?” She would ask. “No, your Grace.” “Betrothed then?” You shook your head and her lips pressed into a frown.

Whereas Aemond was holding back a smirk. Aegon didn’t bother to hide his. “A beloved? A lover? Anyone?” “I’m afraid not, your Grace.” “Why, Y/N? What have you been doing all this time?” “While there have been temptations, I’ve been busy with raising dragons and attending lectures,”

You and your mother shared a look in a silent conversation. She was asking why I didn’t tell her about the best friend slash lover you left back home. To which you said, because it’s none of their business. Aemond clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine.

“Oh really? What kind of lectures?” You and your mother made eye contact once again. “Tahtib. It’s an Egyptian martial art.” “Goodness, Y/N. You’re fighting?” “I’m.. training to fight, your Grace.” She had a look of pure horror on her face. It was quite funny.

“Absolutely not. No lady should raise her finger to defend herself. That’s what a kings guard is for,” she eyes your men. “That may be true but I enjoy training. It’s empowering.” “It’s dangerous. Your beauty attracts them and your strength challenges them,”

“I feel like I have two mothers,” you said with a sigh, reaching for your wine. “And you allow this, Ria?” “I wouldn’t if she wasn’t exceptional at it. One of the local training shops want to hire her as a trainer,” “What?” “It’s best if you don’t say anything else, mother. It might give her a heart attack.” You retort, earning a snort from Aegon.

“Then we shall hold a ball. A courting ball for you to attract suitors. It should be no problem for you, “ you took another gulp of your wine. “I don’t have a choice in this, do I?” You asked. “No,” “Lovely,”

There you sat at the center of the table with your mother and Alicent on either side of you. You wore a thicker, formal dress and strong perfume. Your make up was done up and clips were in your hair. You were about an hour into the event when you mother asked if you could have a moment.

“Are you trying to save me from Queen Alicent?” You teased when she let you into the hallway. The sadness in her eyes alarmed you. “What happened? Is Kegan and Hugo okay?” “Yes, they’re fine, honey. It’s about.. Jaskier.” “What about him?” You asked after a long pause.

“What happened?” “Word just sent from back home. They found him dead in his sleep.. the sickness took him.” She strung out and you held your chest instinctively. “I’m so sorry, honey.” Aemond and Haelena were walking down the hall when she broke the news to you. “Oh God no,”

You fell into her arms, your tears clouding your eyes. Your body shook with sobs as your mother held you. Then you came to a revelation. “I told you we shouldn’t go. I told you it wasn’t a good idea. But you were so hell bent on coming here!” You snapped, pulling yourself away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She sobbed, trying to reach for you but you took a step back. You went back into the room to grab a pitcher of wine. “Y/N, are you alright?” The Queen asks. “No, your Grace. And I don’t wish to talk about it.”

Haelena and Aemond joined your mothers side and you walk in the opposite direction. Aemond takes a step to go after you until he heard your mothers voice. “Let her be. She’s grieving.”

You spent the entire night drinking your sorrows away in the library. You could barely get up from the bench without falling. Aemond had spent some time looking for you, not expecting you to be in the library. But when he got there, he saw one of the suitors talking with you. What caught his attention was your unconscious state and the man’s ringed hand ascending up your bare thigh.

He didn’t notice Aemond until he stepped out of the shadows in the doorway. “P-Prince Aemond, I was just.. it’s not what you think, I swear. She agreed..” he trails off when Aemond’s eye darkened, sending a chill through him. “She’s unconscious. How could she have agreed?”

Aemond stalks towards the man who was trembling like a leaf on a tree. “I’m sorry! Please don’t hurt me.” All Aemond could see was red. If he didn’t walk into the library in time, gods know what he would have done to you. You were in a secluded area with no guards. Anything could have happened to you. And that’s what sent him over the edge.

He wasn’t fully aware of what he was doing until he felt warmth on his hands. He soon realized it was blood. His eyes refocus on his hand, which now held a dagger. And the dagger slicing straight through the man’s throat, his eyes wide as he feels the life drain from his body.

Aemond removes the dagger and the body drops to the floor. He uses the hand cloth on the table to wipe his hand of blood. “Y/N,” he starts, gently shaking your arm. You groaned in response, your body weighted with sleep. “Y/N, let me take you to your room. It’s not safe here.” Aemond explains but you weren’t receptive to it.

You only hummed in response, leaning forward so your head is resting on his chest. His cheeks warmed at your skin touching his. He tries his best to shake the feeling and focused on gathering you in his arms. You were dead weight at this point but it didn’t bother Aemond any.

He was just enjoying having you in his arms again. When a kings guard walks passed him in the hallway, he tells him, “Block off the library. No one goes in or out. Summon Criston Cole to deal with the matter.” “Yes, My Prince.” The kings guard states.

The walk to your room was a few minutes. When Aemond arrived, he saw your mother standing outside your chambers. “What happened to her? Is she alright?” Your mother asks. “She drank multiple pitchers of wine. She needs lots of rest.” “Very well. I trust that she is in good hands.” “Lady Ria,” Aemond calls when she turns to walk back to her chambers.

“When I found Y/N. Prince Ivan was in the room with her when she was like this.” She looks to Y/N sound asleep in his arms. “What did he do?” “Nothing thankfully. His hand was on her thigh when I got there. And that was the last thing he did.” “Good. Is he hidden?” “No, I left him in the library. I asked Cole to take care of it.”

“That’s not necessary. I can do it.” “Are you sure?” “He was going to do harm my daughter. It’s the least I can do.” He nods before holding you in one hand and opening the door to your chambers with the other.

He gently laid you down and turned to leave, not wanting any thoughts to invade his mind. Not to harm you, of course. He wanted to hold you and keep you safe. But it wasn’t his place anymore. “Stay,” you murmured. Aemond looks over his shoulder at you and you were wiping your eyes of sleep.

“What did you say?” He had to make sure he wasn’t hearing things or if his own desires were speaking to him. “Stay here with me. At least until morning, please.” Tears pricked your eyes and you sniffled a moment. You were starting to sober up and memories were starting to make its way to the surface.

Aemond approaches the bed and sits down next to you, opening his arms for you to lay in them. You took one of his arms into your hand and cried into the crook of it. “Was he your beloved?” “Yes, but he was also my best friend. I would have invited him here with me, but he wasn’t fit to travel.” You explained with a sniffle.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” “I’m scared to sleep because I fear that he would come back to haunt me. To tell me that he called for me and I wasn’t there for him.” You croaked. “If you want, I can watch over you while you sleep.” “Then.. you wouldn’t sleep.” “It’s alright,” you laid on your side and rested your head on the inner part of your arm.

He mimics your movements and you move closer to him. Your eyes are eager to close as you gently inhale the calming scent of his cologne. You fell asleep within minutes. The soft sounds of your snores put him at peace and he was fighting sleep throughout the night.

You had flipped to the other side and Aemond followed you, his body curling against yours while his arm draped over your chest protectively. The two of you slept in each others arms until the sun came up. Aemond woke up before you did but couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you.

He laid there for an hour, watching your sleeping form until you woke up. Groaning with a pounding headache, you brought hand up to wipe your eyes when you noticed a weight. You relax when you notice it was Aemond’s arm over you. “You stayed,” “You asked me to,”

Turning around in his arms, you held his gaze for a moment. “What do you remember about last night?” He asks. “I remember drinking.. a lot in the library. Someone came into the library but I wasn’t sure who it was. By then I was too far gone. I thought it was you.” “It was Prince Ivan,”

“The creep from the ball?” “Yes,” “What did he do?” “Nothing. His hand touched your thigh and I.. lost it. I killed him.” “You would kill for me?” “I think of things I wouldn’t do for you, and I fall short of one.”

“Then why did you do it all those years ago?” You ask, sitting up in the bed. “Because I was a fool and listened to Aegon. He told me that you accepted a proposal from a suitor. A Stark. Said that you wanted someone with two functioning eyes and lots of wealth.” “After all the years you’ve known me, you actually believed that?”

“I.. believed it because I agreed with it. I wasn’t good enough for you so you found someone else.” “Aemond, you were everything to me. There are men with two eyes that are half the man you are. I didn’t care if you owned a castle or a small farm house, I wanted you. I was willing to give everything to you, and you broke me.”

“I’m sorry-“ “So this was Aegon’s doing, you say?” Aemond hummed in response. “Seems to me that he was envious of our relationship,” “He admitted to me a year after the incident. Said there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than for a woman to care for him like you did me. If he couldn’t have it, neither could I.”

“The woman didn’t mean anything. I just needed something to distract me from the pain I was feeling. I’m sorry, Y/N.” he adds, clearing his throat as he stands from the bed. “Aemond,” you caught his hand and he freezes. He sits back down and looks at you tentatively.

“May I?” You motioned to his eye patch and he hesitates for a moment. He unclasps the belt of his eye patch and removes it from his face. His gaze remained on his lap, his head turned away from you. You slid closer to him, gently lifting his chin so he looked at you.

“You changed you gem,” you said with a smile and you felt his body relax at your touch. “Do you like it?” He asks softly. “Between you and me? I loved the ruby.” He sighs when you rubbed the apple of his cheek. “Thank you, Aemond.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips. He was stunned at your advances. This seemed like a dream to him. “I should run a bath. I smell like wine and depression.” You joked, standing from the bed. Your cheeks felt warm with embarrassment. Your intrusive thoughts took over for a moment and now you opened up a new can of worms you may or may not be ready for.

You advance toward the door until you felt a hand take hold of your arm. As you turned, he held your face and captured your lips in a slow kiss. His lips caressed your own and fire burned beneath your skin the longer you kissed him. You pulled away from him and looked up at him. “God, I don’t know why I’m doing this.” You confessed, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I-I should go,” “If that’s what you want,” you held each others gaze for a long while, neither of you moved an inch.

“There you are. I was just about to send a guard for you.” Alicent says when you emerged through the door. Aemond sits at the far left of the table next to his mother and Aegon. He arrived about ten minutes before you did so it didn’t seem suspicious.

“My apologies for my tardiness, your Grace.” “There’s no worry. It’s completely understandable, dearest. My condolences on the loss of your friend.” She says and you give her a nod. You caught the gaze of your mother and she stood when you approached her. “I’m so sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean what I said.”

You wrapped your arms around her and she rubbed comforting circles on your back. “I know, darling. I know.” “Are you okay?” She adds when she pulled away. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You sat down next to her and pushed in your chair.

You looked up and made eye contact with Aemond for the first time since you entered the room. You held eye contact long enough to raise Aegon’s suspicion. He looks between you a little shocked. Your mother hands you some fresh bread and fruit.

“So, Y/N, did you find any suitors at the courting ball?” Alicent asks. “I’m afraid not, your Grace. They weren’t.. intriguing. I tend to like someone with a little more edge.” “Yes, she does.” Your mother confirms. “So what, you like someone similar to Aegon?” Alicent teases. “Wrong brother,” you said, making Alicent pause.

“You’re reacquainted, lovely. Told you it would work.” She says to Ria. Your mouth fell open. “You knew?” “Of course we knew. You couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. Nor your hands.” You pressed your lips together and met Aemond’s gaze again.

“Oh gods be good, sit next to each other already.” “Go on,” she adds when you hesitate. Aemond stands from his chair and slides into the chair on your left side. He takes your hand into his and kissed the back of your hand tenderly. You let out a breath when he rests your intertwined hands in his lap.

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"She's into superstitions: black cats and voodoo dolls... I feel a premonition- that girl's gonna make me fall..." (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 23 - “Cooldown (Pearl, Lizzie, Mumbo, Scott)”

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Pearl puts research into camera accounts and brings home books for her nonexistent roommate, EthoCam… Er, Rhetoric. Lizzie and Joel enjoy date night. Mumbo collapses in bed after an exhausting break-up. Scott puts on his ambassador hat, entertains the Fox Dragon, and reviews a fey contract with a peculiar white-eyed man.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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PearlescentMoon - Bat

Status: Reflective

Venue manager, event coordinator, and seasonal business owner

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When Pearl lets herself through the door, the whole flat is quiet. From the pale smell, nothing's cooking in the furnace. But then, he can't, can he? Then he'd be burning my charcoal. She dropped by the library tonight and borrowed a book on soul twins who never became official camera accounts. That should subtly break down the Yes and Nos of what Rhetoric can do. All the librarian villagers were happy to help. She even ran into Gem, which was a surprise. Gem's eyes lit straight up.

"You're back! Hope you had a good time. And how's Impulse? Is he better than he was after last week?"

"He's all right, I think. Had a rough go of it mid-session, but he said he'd share the story on movie night."

"Oh, that's good. I've been worried more than I need to be; I want to smack him. Hey, I'm on snacks tomorrow, right? I'm thinking popcorn balls."

"Popcorn balls sound amazing, actually. I'll make sure I'm stocked up on butter."

"How d'you feel about two movies back to back? I found one I'm DYING to show you guys."

Now the soul-twin book rests in the bag at her waist, hidden by the black cloak that marks her uninterested in the courtship events of the night. Pearl moves through the flat's entryway, glancing left and right. All the lights are off. Can Rhetoric turn on lights?

I didn't even think about that when I went out. Oh, this is a toughie… She didn't bring back any treats on purpose, not wanting to offend him. She did pick up a random book on folk tales and another on hybrid biology. These, she leaves on the kitchen counter. As a museum curator, maybe Rhetoric considers himself a historian and potential expert on both these subjects.

Maybe he'll scoff. But according to the patient librarians, account-less soul-twins can hold books and turn their pages just fine. They just can't write in them because it would update the book, and they can't rip out the pages because it would create paper. If you're account-less, you can't update blocks.

That's the word, by the way. Soul-twins… She never actually knew that. She's always just called them "cameras." Did you know you can be account-less as the player, and it can be the camera twin who gets most of the creator bleed and activity levels?

It's not common, but apparently true. It happens on occasion if the same creator is juggling three or more accounts at a time and largely uses that third one for spectating right at the start in those early days. Traditionally, the first account to sync goes to the player soul. The second sync goes to their soul-twin, whether they're often on spectator mode or not. The third can be a coin-flip as a completely new pair of souls is spawned in, syncing up to an already established Minecraft player who may actually prefer spectating this time around.

Food for thought. I wonder if Moo's ever been bugged when I've called her a camera. Maybe I should ask if I can meet up with some of her friends. Maybe we can all do a Q&A night. You could write a paper on this stuff.

… or a book, evidently. Pearl checks the signed name again. Pixlriffs. Of course it is.

If this is insightful, I'll have to drop something off to thank him. But she'll wait until the full moon's faded out so he won't get the wrong idea.

Pearl leaves the books she got for Rhetoric at the end of the counter, next to the bar stool she drapes her Not Courting cloak over. She'll hang it properly some other time. For now, she wants to set the scene: I'm not trying to come on too strong. I just happened to leave a few books here, that are mine, and when I'm away, nothing's stopping you from taking a little looksie at them.

When she turns around, she catches her new roommate standing out on the balcony, one elbow on the rail. Did he open that door? Did she leave it open? He gazes into the courtyard below, swishing his tail back and forth against his heels. It stiffens when she creaks the door open. "Don't talk to me," he mutters, not turning around.

"Right, I won't- Not for no reason, now. Still, I have some housekeeping things we should go over."

Rhetoric's tail twitches again. "No. That can wait. Literally, don't talk to me. I was getting fresh air. As fresh as you can get under bedrock, anyway. Now that you've returned, I'll stay in my room and keep my head down, but it's a full moon tonight. I don't technically exist, but I'm still a hybrid. Give me space."

"Okay," Pearl concedes. There are seven fox ambiance defaults: burrowing, hunting, napping, courtship, marking territory, playing, and stealing. On top of that, the urge to flee from players is a legit part of their coding. Rhetoric's maybe or maybe not feeling courtship tugs, and neither of them wants to deal with that. If it's not courtship, that urge to find his own private space is probably gnawing at his spine. She's not giving up on him, but she'll wait until he's less prickly.

Pearl returns to the kitchen and starts prepping a mixing bowl. Rhetoric's ears snap up. He turns his head. He has gray eyes. They're dull from lack of color, but almost puzzled or wary when he studies her from across the room. He says, "You're an anivore, right?"

"Just a little bit- I'm a partial anivore. I need code to keep my energy up, but I actually can eat other foods without feeling sick. My diet's still restricted." He doesn't look away, so she doesn't stop talking. She barely looks at him, though. "I know fox hybrids can change color between white and ginger when they respawn. My friend Grian's a parrot and they're the same way- the soul spawner might spit them out with different feather colors than what they had before, based on RNG. We bats are like that. Right now, I'm a vampire bat. I used to be a fruit bat when I was first spawned. The type of food that actually refills my hunger meter shifts between respawns, but my stomach can digest all of them."

"So you're an omnivore."

"Well. Yeah, I guess so."

Rhetoric folds his ears flat against his night-black hair. "I don't have proper code. I'm not real."

"Nah, I don't nip much off other people. I barely need any, see; I nip my own code." Pearl lifts her arm, gesturing to the space between her sleeve hem and her hand for emphasis. "Tastes like macaroni and marshmallow right here at the edge." For the sake of it, she doesn't ask if he's ever tasted code before. Probably not. She pauses for breath anyway so he can have his chance to speak.

"That's… disgusting." Rhetoric waves his tail for a second, keeping it low, then almost rotates full around to talk to her. "I had a visitor today."

"What?"

"Some phantom wearing green. Yellow hair. Black bandana. He didn't give his name, but I found him rather rude. I'm half tempted to report him for harassment."

Martyn. Pearl's instinct is to volunteer the name, though she catches herself and hesitates just before she can. "Oh. I'm sorry he bothered you. Was he hunting? Maybe he clocked you as not having slept… ever."

Rhetoric shrugs, dismissing her thin attempt at comfort. "He broke in. I'd talk to Scott about upgrading your security, if I were you."

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Ok so something like this happened to me recently 😭. Can you do a scenario where y/n has a professor that doesn’t like her, cause she’s a little behind on her subject (With taking care of Tsumiki and newborn Gumi) he’s super passive aggressive and it hurts her feelings. Without her knowing Toji does a drive by and scares the living shit out of him.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toji x F!reader

Word count: 2k~

AN: I’m so sorry I’m answering this months after you sent the request ;;; I hope you’re doing well with your academics anon <3 Remember folks C’s get degrees

Warnings: mentions of childbirth/postpartum depression | misogyny (towards reader) | mentions of murder | intimidation

This can’t be happening to you. You swear on your life that your paper was in your binder like it always is. It wouldn’t be as much of an issue as you’re making it out to be if that one flimsy piece of paper wasn’t worth a large chunk of your grade. Does it help that your professor is such an uptight asshole when it comes to punctuality?

No, it doesn’t.

“We can’t keep doing this, (Y/N),” your professor grumbles with unwanted disappointment. “I’ve made it clear in the syllabus that I make no exceptions for late work unless the circumstances are dire.”

“Please,” you beg. Your body is still recovering from your agonizing labor two months prior. Nevertheless, you bow your head down to a respectable angle. It feels strange to do so now that you no longer have a bulging belly. Yet despite how nice it is to have your body to yourself again, it didn’t stop the birthing blues from taking hold of you. “My apartment isn’t far. I can head over there and bring back my assignment before your office hours end.”

“Very well,” he relents. “But this truly is the only exception I’m going to make, understand?”

“Yes!” you elate. “Thank you so much!”

It’s only when the professor leaves the lecture hall that you put away your materials and bolt out the doors yourself. Normally, you like to grab a meal and study in the library before heading back to your shared apartment with Toji, but finding and turning in that stupid piece of paper is far more important.

“I’m on my way back home.”

“I figured you would,” Toji says on the other line. “You left your paper on the kitchen counter.”

“What?!” you gasp. “Why didn’t you text me earlier?”

“Because I have a newborn son who needs to be taken care of?” He laughs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Also, Tsumiki came down with a fever, so I’m dealing with two dependent little shitheads.”

“Papa, that’s a bad word,” Tsumiki’s nasally voice scolds him in the background. “No bad words.”

“Right, sorry.”

“Put her on the phone,” you demand. He happily obliges, if only to spare him from your hectic attitude for a moment.

After a worrisome coughing fit, Tsumiki says, “I’m sick.”

“I’ll make you some soup when I get home, okay?”

“Okay,” she says with tired enthusiasm. “Can baby ‘Gumi sleep with ‘Miki?”

“Of course, but only when ‘Miki gets better, otherwise she’ll get baby ‘Gumi sick,” you tell her. “Put your father back on the phone.”

There’s some shuffling on the other end. “Can you pick up some medicine on the way back?”

You look down at your watch. There should be enough time for a quick detour. “I’m on it.”

With a tight minute to spare, you make it just in time to hand in your assignment to your professor, who has begun to quietly pack up his belongings before your arrival.

“I was starting to think you wouldn’t come.”

“I’m so sorry,” you profusely apologize. “My daughter got sick, and nearly every corner store I went into was out of the medicine she needed. Traffic was also a nightmare.”

“The roads tend to get busy at this hour,” he idles. Your professor skims the front page of your assignment before carefully tucking it away in his briefcase. “I’ll have grades out by the end of the week.”

You smile, relieved that he took it. “Thank you again for granting me this exception. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Fushiguro,” he starts. “I hope you do not take this the wrong way, but how important is your education to you?”

A bit caught off guard by his sudden line of question, you carefully answer back with, “It means everything to me.”

“Good,” he nods, but it doesn’t bring you any reassurance. “I suggest you sort out your priorities and stop making light of your academics.” He straightens up the cufflinks of his dress shirt. “I understand that it’s not easy, but being a parent is no excuse to fall behind.”

Your eyes flutter with utter confusion. “Excuse me?”

“Now, don’t take this the wrong way.” He has the audacity to put his hands up in a defensive manner. “Plenty of women find themselves with children at inconvenient times-”

“My children are not inconveniences,” you cut in. You have half a mind to rip off those brooches of his and stick them in his eyeballs.

“All I’m saying is that you need to think things more carefully in the future. You may be excelling fine in your classes now, but if you continue to make careless decisions, you’ll wind up another drop out.” He adjusts those god damn cufflinks again. “I’ve seen many women in your situation. It never ends well for them. Try not to become just another statistic.”

“I see,” is all you can think of saying. “I will be sure to keep your words in mind.”

You bow your head once more, mostly out of habit, bidding him a final farewell and a word of caution about the sudden downpour that happened earlier before exiting his office and making your way back to the bus stop. You’re utterly silent the entire way back home. You’re not even inclined to listen to music while counting the raindrops sliding down the glass windows.

Your arrival back to your home is met with a deafening silence. The TV isn’t on to fill the house with the idle noise of some cheesy late-night drama that Toji swears he isn’t into (he is) and hates with a burning passion (he loves it). Normally, Tsumiki likes to run towards you at full force and either tell you about her day or show you a new drawing she made, looking at you eagerly for feedback and watching you pin it to the fridge with all her other works of art with stars in her eyes.

Her absence easily has you on the verge of tears. Really, after all those backhanded, unnecessary comments from your professor, all you want is to hold Tsumiki in your arms and listen to her tell you about her day. And then there’s your sweet little Megumi. He’s only a few months old, but boy does he love to cuddle and cling to you in those few hours he’s awake. His gummy smile completely expunges all those worries and blues eating at you throughout the day. Megumi and Tsumiki are your little pieces of heaven on earth, not an inconvenience.

Toji comes out to the living room and looks towards your strewed figure, laying face first on the couch. “Long day?”

You turn and look at him. “I hate that guy,” you grumble.

“Oh. I know,” he knowingly says. “You complain about him all the time.”

“Well, I hate him even more now.”

“What happened? Did he get on your ass again?”

You recount every word spoken to you by your professor to Toji with perfection. How could you not? They kept replaying in your head over and over the entire trip back. With each word, the creases between his eyes grew harsher and harsher. If looks could kill, you would have been utterly slaughtered beyond recognition by now. Though, his shared frustration with you doesn’t make you feel better as you had hoped.

“The hell? All that shit ‘cause you forgot some homework?”

“He’s right,” you agree, begrudgingly. “I haven’t got my priorities straight, and it’s making me lag behind.”

“Yeah, well raising kids isn’t a fucking walk in the park.”

“Toji.” You look up at him with wobbling eyes. “Am I doing enough?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden dejection. Your emotions have been like a light switch with how easily they flip. Just the other day, a vaguely melancholic commercial had you in tears. He would be lying if he said it wasn’t exhausting having to deal with your fluctuating attitude after having Megumi, yet he can’t find it within himself to let you deal with it all on your own. He hates how much seeing you cry has him on edge.

“It’s gonna be alright.” He crouches down next to you and carefully pats your head. Even touch is enough to set you off. “You’re doing more than enough. Just focus on your studies and leave the rest to me.”

He takes it as a good sign when you reach behind and gently grabs his hand, holding onto him like he’s your last saving grace (he is). After quietly sulking to yourself for a couple more minutes you push yourself up and make your way to Tsumiki’s room for some much needed cuddles. Toji tries to warn you against it given how bad her fever is, but his words go in one ear and out the other.

Unsurprisingly, you end up catching a fever too. Now Toji is stuck taking care of little shitheads

What room was it again? 211? 212? No, that doesn’t sound right. It was room 2….something.

“His office is in room 214,” your tired voice says over the phone. “It’s in building B.”

Shit, he’s in building C.

After consulting a campus directory (your instructions made no sense to him), he manages to find the right building and the right room in no time. Your professor sits comfortably at his desk, marking off on assignments with a pen. Toji’s knocking is met with a curt “come in” and he shuts the door behind him when prompted.

“You don’t look familiar,” your professor notices. “Can I help you?”

“I’m here to drop off some papers for my wife.” Toji says “She’s in one of your classes.”

“Ah,” the old man nods his head with understanding. He sets his pen down and takes the paper away from Toji. “May I get your name?”

“Fushiguro. Fushiguro Toji.”

That makes the professor jump. “You’re her husband?”

“I am.”

The man hums with intrigue. He gives Toji a rather judgemental once-over. “How is she?”

“Fine,” Toji answers. “Sick, but fine.”

“That’s unfortunate,” your professor glooms. “Hopefully she’ll get better soon. Midterms are in a few weeks.”

Oh, he knows that well enough. You wouldn’t shut up about them since the semester started. It hasn't been easy juggling your responsibilities as a parent and a student. He often blames himself for adding more onto your plate with your unplanned pregnancy with Megumi. That’s why he’s here dropping off these damn papers to this piece of shit professor of yours. If the guy wants to talk shit, then let it be directed at him instead of you. Toji is familiar with people like your professor. He’s the kind of guy who doesn’t want to acknowledge all the hard work and lengths you put into your education and your family’s future. All this wrinkly asshole wants to do is cherry-pick all your faults and make you feel bad they even exist.

Fuck that. That doesn’t fly with Toji. No one gets to put you down like that without having to deal with your faithful husband. He’s not stupid enough to seriously hurt the guy. Offing him when there isn’t a price tag on his head wouldn’t help either. Scaring the guy will have to do…for now. “Hey,” Toji roughly demands your professor's attention. “What’s your name?”

“Mr. Takahashi.”

“You got any kids?”

Before the man could protest Toji’s line of invasive questioning, he’s thrown off guard by the deadly glare being aimed at him. If there’s one thing Toji knows how to do, it’s how to get grown men to cower like children under his gaze.

“How many?” he asks again.

“T-Three,” professor Takahashi mutters. “Two boys and a girl.”

Toji notices the unsteady bobbing of his adam’s apple. “How ‘bout a wife?”

“Yes,” he answers, nodding his head to further convince the man starring daggers at him. “We’re in the middle of getting a divorce.”

“Shame,” Toji offers half-hearted condolences. “Hope that sorts itself out.” With his chin, he gestures towards the reasonably sized stack of ungraded paper the professor was going through before his arrival. “Wouldn’t want you to fall behind on all that grading.”

He profusely shakes his head. “No, of c-course not. I’ll have everything sorted before the weekend.”

Toji nods his head, satisfied by the results of his little shake down. “Good.”

He turns around and makes his way out of the office. Before he shuts the door behind him, he gives one final look at the professor. He’s back to scribbling down brief corrections on his assignments, but with an increased speed and unsteady hands.

Serves him right.

“Papa, I’m hungry!” Tsumiki shouts into the phone. She’s loud enough to cause the audio to peak uncomfortably into his ear.

He can hear you turn the phone back towards you. “Do you think you can grab something on your way back?”

“What does she want?”

You ask Tsumiki what she’s in the mood for. “Soup!” she demands and then lets out a big sneeze.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

“You’re the best,” you praise. “Love you”

He smiles into the phone. “Love you too.”

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