has anyone done enemies to lovers royai but follows canon as in riza and roy still basically grow up together and riza follows him into the military but in the midst of the ishval civil war she canât continue on as an amestrian soldier so she defects to the side of ishval and becomes the deadliest sniper in history?
she was labeled âatropos,â after one of the fates, the inevitable. nearly every amestrian soldier who crossed her barrel in the midst of battle died nearly after. nearly every single one, because she canât bring herself to shoot the flame alchemist.
when the war ends riza flees but sheâs a wanted criminal. one of the most wanted criminals, for treason, several counts of murder, and a myriad of other charges. sheâs been on the run for years, camping out on her own or in ishvalan settlements.
sheâs a master in stealth, they saidâfor years the amestrian military have been on the hunt for one of the most dangerous traitors theyâve ever had, but she always managed to slip through their fingers. all the evidence they manage to collect somehow always goes missing. the people they take in as witnesses suddenly donât want to talk. the records they manage to pull together conveniently get altered. they say she has a spy in the military, someone with enough power and resources to keep her safe and alive.
royâs face is blank during meetings.
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the story of saying goodbye to summer
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put a ring on it â lee jihoon | 1,236 words | fluff, hurt/comfort
can y'all tell i love this man a bit too much? like, this is way too sappy even by my standards. inspired by me forgetting my ring one morning and feeling extremely uncomfortable without it.
gender neutral reader. warnings: one gross(ish) fact about the human body.
jihoonâs not going to make a big deal out of this. heâs not going to make a deal out of this on any scale. not when this is the first proper date youâve been on in almost a whole month.
itâs his fault, definitely, what with managing making songs and practicing for their comeback and being unable to sleep because of all the ideas buzzing around in his head. it went on till bumzu forced him out of the studio and made him take some time off for you, if not for his own sake.
oddly, the dateâs going well. you look amazing, the foodâs great, and heâs feeling more relaxed than he has in a while, all thoughts of deadlines pushed back because heâs worked enough to take on new projects.
jihoon knows heâs still not the best with being affectionate with you, and doesnât match up to the way youâre so casually affectionate with him, despite how much he wants to be.
but itâs not so bad that youâd just stop wearing your promise ring, is it?
youâd been ecstatic when heâd first given it to you, pointing out how much heâd been blushing and how shy heâd been to tell you what it meant to him, and for the two of you, but now your hand looks bare without it. it looks wrong.
to make things worse, you donât even seem mad with him. youâre talking to him like you normally do, asking him about his work and how all his friends are, telling him about how your dayâs been. any other day, heâd love to listen fully to everything you have to say, but today it feels like your words are flowing in through one ear and leaving through the other.
youâve both neared the end of your meal, and you still havenât brought up why youâre not wearing the ring. jihoonâs sure heâs beginning to feel sick. did you just forget it after all these months of wearing it? is this your way of telling him that youâre done, youâre moving on, you have better things to spend your time on?
âdo you want to go for a walk?â he asks, almost out of breath, when you finish telling him about a new movie you watched with your friends last week.
âwhat?â
âright now. itâs been a while since weâve spent time together like this, and i justâŚdonât want it to end. if that's okay?â
you give him an apologetic smile. âiâm really tired today, hoonie. just want to go home and cuddle with you.â
ouch. okay. at least you didnât turn him down entirely. and called his place home.
but the doubt doesnât go away even when youâre in the car with him, singing to songs on the radio while you drive, laughing at how terrible your own voice is. any other day, jihoon would join in to tease your voice, but he doesnât have the courage to do it right now. he watches you and thinks about what to do next, and more importantly why youâre not bringing it up.
you go into the bathroom first to take a shower, and come out wearing your sweatpants and one of his shirts. but your hand is still empty.
jihoon canât take it anymore. he turns around resolutely to avoid facing you, trying to shut his mind before he says something stupid. the bed dips on your side and he knows youâve turned to face him.
âhoonie?â you ask softly. âeverything okay?â
âyeah,â he says, burrowing his face deeper into his pillow.
"are you sure?"
jihoon shrugs.
âokay, can i justâŚâ you wrap an arm around his waist so your face rests in his neck, and he instantly relaxes against you. âtell me if this is too much.â
ânot too much.â
you just stay together in silence for a while, jihoon just taking in your presence. itâs crazy how he doesnât take more days off when itâs you he gets to come home to.
âdid you know?â you ask, your words laced with a tone he's come to learn indicates youâre up to some mischief.
he shakes his head.
âearwax is a type of human sweat.â
jihoonâs broken out of his thoughts at that, turning to face you with an expression he hopes conveys disgust. you laugh loudly, poking his cheek.
âthatâs what you wanted me to know?â
âjust wanted to make you react somehow. tell me, whatâs wrong?â
he shakes his head. âitâs nothing. i got over it.â
âiâll believe that when you come crawling to me for cuddles.â
jihoon glares at you. âi donât crawl.â
âbut you havenât asked me yet, soâŚâ
jihoon knows heâs not going to get out of this, and itâs for the best if he doesnât. âyou didnât wear your ring today.â
âiâŚwhat?â
he knows heâs being shifty. âitâs justâŚyou werenât wearing your ring when we went out for our date tonight. and you didnât wear it after your shower, either.â
âi didnât think youâd notice,â you say.
he sighs. âiâm notâŚi know iâm not very physically affectionate, and this ring is my way of reminding you iâm always there. for you. so i just feltâŚyou know.â
you shake your head and the next thing he knows, heâs being pinned to the bed while you straddle his waist, giving him a stern look.
âlee jihoon.â
âoh, no.â
âhow long have we been together for now?â
âumâŚa year?â
âare you asking me, or are you telling me that?â
âtelling. one year.â
âhave i ever once hinted at wanting to break up with you for whatever reason?â
ââŚno.â
you show him your hand. itâs bare, but when he looks closer, he realizes thereâs a skin-coloured band-aid taking the exact place of your ring.
âwhatâŚâ
âlittle accident when i was cutting an apple for myself. itâs nothing. iâve been wearing my ring the way you do,â you say, tugging at your chain youâve been wearing all evening long. itâs only then that he sees his ring sitting on it like itâs always belonged there.
âi love it just as much as you do, hoonie. of course i want it with me all the time. besides, i told you youâre stuck with me forever, didnât i?â
jihoon canât stop smiling like an idiot. when you first met and fell in love, it was new to him, because the love heâd written about in his songs was nothing like what he felt for you. if his songs were two dimensional, loving you and being loved by you was four dimensional.
not to mention all the songs you've inspired him to write about you, songs you get to listen to when you're in his studio, on his lap. just his whole world in one room.
heâs been working to keep that feeling between you both every single day, given he used to wonder how youâd ever understand and accept the part of his life that was music. but you have. and itâs been a whole year since you changed his perception about love.
on a whim, he tugs you down by your chain to press a kiss to your lips, and it ends up with you sprawled on top of him, laughing into his neck. just a year ago, he wouldnât even have imagined this, but now, it feels right.
because itâs you.
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Authorâs Notes: @marigoldendragon and I did a collab together đđ𼳠I hope you enjoy what we came up with. Itâs so much fun. *grabs you all by the shoulders* Please squeal with me about the art itâs so cute đĽšđ and check out Marigoldâs other works đĽ°đŠľđŠľ
Edit: Check out this comic from Marigold.
Summary: Lilia causes mischief while looking good.
Lilia is on a mission.
Heâs feeling rather mischievous today.
He practically pranced towards his targets.
Ignoring the looks sent his way.
He knew they liked his shirt.
Heâs rather proud of his find.
Lilia arrived at the stables where the Equestrian Club held their final meeting for the day.
Riddle noticed him first, sending him a questioning look.
Lilia took that cue to speak, âI have something to say to you all today.â
Everyone straightened.Â
Surely, it would be something serious for the Vice-Housewarden to come this entire way.
Lilia made a grand gesture of looking around at the horses, âKufufu~ Your horses look rather calm today.â
He saw the confusion his statement brought.
Good.
âThey areâŚstable today.â
A pause.
And then groans and sighs are heard.
From the corner of his eye, Lilia saw Silverâs exasperated and Sebekâs confused expressions.
Lilia took that as the perfect time to leave.
Smirking when he heard Riddle state, âA calm horse would be stable. What does he mean?â
Lilia, who was finishing up a mission online with his friend Gloomy Samurai, casually said âHey, I have a question for you.â
âOh? Lay it on me.â
âWhat does a baby computer call his father?â
Hesitantly, âWhat?â
âData.â
A pause.
âWHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THAT? What are you?! A dad?!â
Kufufu~ he had no idea.
You knew something was up with the way Lilia barely held himself back.
You didnât even question the shirt he was wearing. You were used to his oddly cute yet eccentric fashion.
âOkay out with it. I know you have something you want to say.â
âWhy is it so cheap to throw a party in a haunted house?â
âBecause Crowley is cheap and wonât fix it. Fine, fine, why?â
âBecause the ghosts bring all the boos.â
You stifled your laughter, âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â
âCute as a cutecumber?â
âGreat Sevens, youâre cheesy.â
âI might be cheesy but I think youâre grateâ
You picked up a pillow to throw at him.
âNow, now YN, You know I canât run as quick as I used to. I am lacking in Vitamin U.â
Lilia burst into laughter as you threw the nearby pillows at him.
What did you all think?? Did you like the puns? The flirting?? Iâm rather proud of them đđ 𼰠I hope it brought a smile to your face as well.
ALSO I CAN SQUEAL HERE ABOUT THE ART. LOOK AT HIIIIMMM. His smile!! Itâs so wide and you can see his fangs. HEâS so happy my heart is swooning ahhhh
And the shirt!! Isnât it perfect for him?? For this father of two?? đđđ ahhhh his expression and the flush he has. I love it so much đĽšđ I want to give him all the kisses đĽ°đĽ°
Heâs such a punny bat dad fae đđđ
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I CANT HELP IT! IM SORRY but we know Al dies in his late 30s early 40s so we can assume he at least got to watch his kids grow up into young adults? What happens when Al dies and reader is âset free?â Only to figure out her children arenât all who they seem to be? I can see readerâs son possibly becoming a corrupt detective/cop and perhaps her daughter gets into fashion or becoming a teacher? Im not sure what Emiâs future might be but im very curious on your thoughts!
UH OH, SHEâS LOSING HER CONTROL!
[hold up! read the rest of the story first!!]
â and when it seemed like there was no more hope, the monster of the house was slain.
and so, 12 years passed by like a breeze. despite being trapped in this hellhole called home, it was all worth it. for the children, all of it was worth it. noah, just 22 and heâs already a fine policeman, keeping the people in line. and the family treasure, emiliaâ aged 15, and yet a smart little girl. starting her own little farm outside, from cotton to potatoes, and keeping the family afloat. such wonderful kids, itâs a miracle alastorâs manipulations didnât rub off on them.
1933, times were toughâ the stock market crashed, the bank had failed, and everyone was living off of rations. thankfully, radios gained more popularity, and alastor had profited off of it, making sure his little family was fed with a roof over their headsâ he seemed to not only enjoy the newfound wealth, but also the suffering in the streets... suitable for a monster such as himself. and while he worked, you and emilia had used the cotton from her farm to create and sell dresses, your own little effort to the community.
still, that didnât change the hell that was outside your little safe haven. it wasnât rare for young men to knock on your door, begging for work. and while your heart felt for them, it couldnât change what alastor had in mind for them. heâd bring them inâ down into the basement. and that very night, suddenly there was meat on the table.
you knew what he did, you werenât an idiot. he gave you that manâs flesh. but, you did what you had to do. for the children, so that theyâre well-nourished. and against your better judgement, you followed through, serving what seemed to be a steak. your husband seemed to love your ultimate submissiveness, one way or the other, youâd give into his ways. although it made your stomach churn, the very thought of eating the poor man, it was hard to live during these times, it was what had to be done.
and, it was why you let your children on a hunting trip with him. âlittle emiâs first trip! you excited, lilâ sis?â noah laughed, patting his sister on the head. âdonât do that, youâll mess up my hair!â emilia frowned back. alastor laughed at the two as he held you by the waist, âoh, those two!â he mused, looking back to face you. âweâll be home in time for dinner, my love. i love you so very much!â he smiled, kissing you all over. you hated whenever he did thatâ when he acted like heâd done nothing wrong, yet you didnât fight back. what point was there to it? 15 years, and heâs managed to keep you in this house, there was no more use in fighting back.
âokay. just keep them safe, alastor.â you said as he pressed his nose against yourâs. he smiled against your lips and laid onto you one final kiss. âdonât you worry your pretty little head, my dear. iâll protect them with my life.â
and, that was the last time you saw him.
when your children came home, they looked frightened. âm..mommaâŚâ emilia whimpered. âoh, baby, whatâs wrong? whereâs dad?â you asked, running towards them to make sure they were safe. ââŚmaâŚâ noah let out. âdadâs deadâŚâ he said, ashamed to look you in the eye. âheâs⌠dead..?â you asked, dazed. âmomma! i-i didnât mean to!â your daughter cried, pulling you closer to hug. âyou didnât mean to..? emi, what happened?â you pulled your daughter far away enough to see her teary-eyed face.
ââŚi shot dadâŚâ she said, hiccuping in-between words. your eyes widened at her words. âd-dad was on his knees in the dirt, so i thought he was a deer ân i shot himâŚâ she explained, wiping her tears. âmomma, i donât wanna go to jail.â she cried out. âdonât worry, baby. you wonât go to jail. you didnât mean toâŚâ you kissed her on the forehead.
standing up properly, you looked your son in the eyes, wet as he tried to hold his tears back. âbaby, i need you to show me where dad is, iâll take care of it.â you said. ây-yeah, ok, momma⌠iâll take you thereâŚâ he nodded his head. âemi, go prepare dinner while iâm gone. momma will take care of this mess.â you told her as she nodded her head.
when you arrived, alastorâs body was mangled beyond recognition, the only way you knew it was him was by the clothes he woreâ it must have been someoneâs hunting dogs, that means itâs possible somebody already discovered the body, and is headed to the police station. the only possible reason alastor could have been here and on his knees, as emilia said, must have been to dispose of a body. so, the ground beneath you must have a corpse. only the lord knows how many bodies alastor couldâve hidden here. but then, you had an idea.
but, first, you had to check. you dug the dirt below alastorâs body. and lo and behold, was the corpse of noahâs friend-turned-enemy, kenneth. âdâŚdid dad kill ken..?â noah asked, afraid of the answer. âi suppose he did.â you said, frowning over your own answer. did the years truly turn you as heartless as him..? ânow, noah⌠if you donât want your sister to be locked away in a correctional facility, youâll help me. understand?â you asked, speaking for the first time with a strict tone. ây-yes, mommaâŚâ he said as he pushed back in about 3 feet of dirt. he helped you lower his fatherâs mangled corpse into the grave, pushing back the remaining 3 feet of dirt.
ânow, dear⌠i need you to head back to your station and see if any hunters reported a corpse in the forest, okay? and, make sure those police dogs you have sniff this area, so that they can find dadâŚâ you said to him, explaining your plan. âyeah, okay, momma⌠i donât want little emi going to jailâŚâ he said. this was wrong, but it was to protect your family. for the children, right? you wonât let alastor ruin the family even in his death. if those cops found out that emilia killed alastor, theyâd try to punish her for all of his crimes as well.
and with that, you returned home. and when noah came back, he returned triumphant. âthey bought it, momma. donât you worry, emi. no cops are gonna take you away. if they try, iâll kill âemâ he assured her, hugging his little sister as the weight on her shoulders fell.
this is good, right? even though it resulted in alastorâs death, all three of you are free from his manipulations. and, yes, you framed an innocent hunterâ but, it was to protect the family. after all, you raised such wonderful kids, they donât deserve to go to jail. theyâre so kind, theyâd dirty their hands for each other. and⌠thatâs a good thing, isnât it? theyâre loyal to their family.
but then, the guilt finally started to settle in.
and it weighed on your shoulders when they finally lowered alastorâs casket into the ground.
1891 â 1933
loving husband and father
he will be missed by all who knew him
the monster was finally gone.
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Soap knows Ghost is beautiful. He doesnât need to see his real face to know. Itâs in the way he carries himself, his thick British accent, the arrogant quirk of his eyebrow that shifted under his mask. He never had any urge to take a peek at his face under that mask, always respected his boundaries, always stayed fairly within line.
But during the mission in Las Almas, where Ghost had so unwaveringly pulled off his mask, Johnny felt like his whole world had been shaken. Maybe it was because Ghost was his whole world Soap had been obsessed ever since. The crooked curve of his nose, his clipped and messy dirty blonde hair, the slight curve of his Cupidâs bow on his upper lip, the jagged scar that had been carved into pale, almost sickly skin. It was all so utterly Simon. Soap felt unhealthily obsessed. Genuinely, he thought that he could not be any more head over heels, and he goes and does this.
It was stupid how eager Soap was to draw his face. It was like he was a puppet on a string, pulled by his untethered compulsiveness. He had to be cautious. He yearned rip off the mask Ghost has just put on again to kiss him stupid in front of everyone. 141, maybe. But not the Los Vaqueros. He does have that sliver of sanity to hold himself back. But god, if that doesnât just open up a door of opportunities for him behind closed doors. The extra areas of skin that were now not so unreachable was like dangling a candy in front of a child and expecting them to not take it.
Simon is beautiful. Simon is so pretty. Simon is stunning. Pure Bonnie.
Soap wills himself to shut the fuck up and focus on the mission. He wants to see Simon again. Preferably, in a setting with more light. Soap feels like heâs rediscovering ghost all over again, he wants to see his smile, his annoyed expression, his huffs and grunts, everything on his face. Good lord, does he have dimples? Soap thinks he might just die.
The act of seeing ghostâs skin lights something in soap. He doesnât know what it is, but he feels the impatience and desperation to find out what it is. He grapples and tries to identify it, but like his callsign, it slips away and heâs left with a frustratingly empty feeling he knows only ghost can fill. Iâll find out. I swear, Iâll find it out.
Soap has never been a patient man.
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that one yandere priest has me on a CHOKEHOLD so
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we need more of this creep
My eyes have been BLESSED with GREATNESS
â*:.・. o(â§â˝âŚ)o .・.:*â
A/n: made a typo in the #s XD itâs *Zebad*
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|| call me a jerk || johnny suh
pairing: dom!Johnny x fem brat!reader
genre:Â minor angst, smut, mature
warning(s): mean dom!johnny, choking, degradation, abs riding, tiddy sucking, fingering (vaginal and anal), overstimulation (reader)
wc: 1.13k
a/n: this literally came to me in a dream so, um, hope you like it heh..
You may as well move in at this point. Except you never will. Not after how big a point you made in denying the possibility of ever catching feelings. Yet every waking moment you find yourself longing to be right back here. In this manâs home.
âYouâre awfully quiet today,â his hand rests on your bare thigh, âwhatâs got you all pent up in the face?â You contemplate spilling your thoughts entirely, but settle for a shrug as you play with his fingers. A heavy sigh leaves him as he slumps further into the sofa in his spacious bedroom, âdonât start this already.â And that instantly brings a deep frown to your face, âstart what? And why do have such a tone with me?âÂ
The looks at you with a raised eyebrows is full of attitude, âfirst of all,â his hand is moves from your thigh as he sits up at full height to face you, and grips your face, âwho do you think youâre talking to? You donât ever get to question me, got it sweetheart?â Your faces changes to a soft frown as you nod at him, âsecondly, whatâs got you all defensive and offended lately?â Thereâs a brief moment of silence before you let out a huff, âI just feel so stupid now.â
Confusion is written all over his face as he begins caressing your own, âI donât follow.â You grit your teeth before taking a deep breath and mumbling, âI was wrong, about..not..catching feelings....â A beat of silence passes. Then another, before you look up at his face to see him holding in his laughter, âu-uh huh.â That was the last straw. Your 13th reason.Â
You stand up and collect your things as he doubles over in laughter, âfuck you, Johnny.â His name doesnât even leave your lips fully before youâre flung over his shoulder and tossed onto his bed nearby, âsit your ass back down.â Thereâs not a peep from you as he takes his sweet time walking around the bedpost and climbs into his spot. âCome here.â A straight command with no extra context. You already knew what to do, so you did it.
âWhy are you being a bad girl, huh?â you still say nothing as you straddle his hips, only staring at his shirtless torso. âHey,â thereâs a sharp slap to the side of your thigh, âI know you hear me, stop being such a brat.â That only gives you cause to act brattier. Whining as you throw a fit on top of him, âyouâre being a dick,â you continue squirming, upset, until he bucks his hips up into you, drawing a gasp from your lips and a shudder down your spine. âIâm not acting like anything, you just want it.â
His crotch grinds against yours till youâre slightly panting before he stops, âbut you donât get it.â You protest and try to plead your case but he shuts you up with a flick to your nipple through his shirt youâre wearing. âNo. You donât deserve it.â Well there goes my relief, your thoughts are bitter as you respond to him, âwhat am I supposed to do then?â It seems he took a page from your book, seeing as all he did was shrug.
Assuming heâs instructing you to do all the work, you begin moving your hips against his groin, âNope.â He shakes his head and grabs your waist, holding you in place, âI told you, you canât have it.â You can feel your frustration growing, âwell what the hell am I supposed to do!â That warrants a pinch to your ass, âwatch your tone. and like I said, figure it out.â
You look around the room for something, anything, to get you off before you decide to shift your body higher onto his torso, and grind down. âOhh,â a whimper leaves you at the relief from the friction. âYeah? Feel good?â You nod your head eagerly and move your hips faster âM-Mhm.â You donât even have to open your eyes to know that he's watching you with dancing eyes.
âI donât believe this- look at you. So desperate youâre grinding your cunt on my fucking abs,â you squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head in embarrassment. âNot to mention youâre so soaked youâre slipping.â His condescending chuckles as he tightly pinches your nipples cause you to choke out a moan, âm-more.â You can feel yourself right at the edge, âmore.â
It comes out a demand rather than a request, âYou want more? More of what, Iâm not doing anything.â His fingers kneed your ass cheeks before his right hand slides to gather some of your wetness for lube, âYouâre the one fucking yourself out on me.â You feel his middle finger circle your back hole, âYou like it? Using Daddyâs body to feel good?â Torn between wanting more pressure on your clit and pushing back against his fingers, you whine incoherently.Â
His left hand wraps tight around your throat and squeeze as his finger begins prodding into your hole, âI asked you a question, little girl.â More friction it is. Grinding your hips down harder, your moans are constant, âMmh yes, using Daddyâs body feels so- so gooood.â Your body spasms as an unexpected orgasm hits you, Johnny choosing that moment insert another finger in you.
âTsk tsk tsk. You know thatâs not how things go.â He sighs in false disappointment and removes his hand from your throat, opting to lift your shirt enough to expose your breasts, then move his hand down between your legs. âIâm sorry, âm sorry,â Your babbling worsens as his assault on both your ass and your pussy continues, â âm sorry Daddy, you feel too good.âÂ
âYeah? It feels good?â He coaxes babbles from you and coos, âaww my poor baby. Can you give me one more?â he asks even though youâve already left a puddle on his abdomen from cumming a second time, âDaddy it hurts.â But your complaints are ignored, âit hurts yet youâre still humping me like a dumb little bunny in a frenzy.â His mean words egg on your desperation. âThatâs what I thought. Be a good bitch for Daddy and give me another.âÂ
He concludes his insult by latching his mouth onto your breasts, alternating sides, âfuck Daddy, youâre such a jerk.â He grins and bites down on your left nipple, which happens to be your most sensitive, âstupid little girl canât even come up a good insult.â Next thing you know, his fingers are removed and your cheeks are being spread as he stretches you with the deliciousness of his thickness.
âYou can call me a jerk all you want babygirl, Iâll still fuck you to tears and youâll thank me for it like the horny cockslut we know you are.âÂ
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random idea but spy au where inuyasha is the brash but competent field agent who gets assigned on retrieval missions. always monitoring his earpiece is kagome, one of the newer (but not any less brilliant) tech agents assigned to be his partner. not much is known about kagome's background but inuyasha's assured that she's good at what she does, so he doesn't mind. he's met her once, but doesn't intend on making friends anyway, so he doesn't go out of his way to see her again. if kagome does her job then he's not going to stick his nose where it doesn't belong.
kagome is chatty, though, so he knows some things. she has a younger brother. her father passed away when she was young. she has a cat, she lives in an apartment by herself. inuyasha doesn't offer any personal information, but she doesn't mindâshe just likes to fill in the dead air during long waits when inuyasha's in the field and he has to wait an ungodly amount of time before something happens.
they work well together, more or lessâup until one retrieval mission where kagome is uncooperative, leading him down dead ends and wrong turns. it was supposed to be a simple in and out taskâbreak into the building, head one of the many office on one of the many floors, grab the folder labeled #00415, and go. so simple that his superior just left it as a note on his desk.
he didn't ask questions on what this was all for; he didn't think he needed to. he never even bothered bringing it up. but with kagome purposefully fucking up the missionâalmost leading him into a pack of gaurds to get caughtâhe's starting to get pissed off, because what the fuck, you're wasting time, i need to get this damn document and i need to do it now. he snapped as such into his mic and kagome instantly quiets, and thanks to her silence he eventually manages to find his way into the damn office.
it doesn't take him long to find the document, and with his mouth in a scowl he speaks into his mic that fuck, fucking finally he has it, thanks for nothing kagome, now he just needs to make sure that this file is the one, so he opens the folder labelled #00415 and peeks andâ
name: higurashi kagome
identification number: #00415
report: unknown role in the murder of higurashi kikyo
his eyes widen.
he speaks into his mic and demands to know what's going on, but kagome isn't responding. when he gets back to the agency, she's gone, none's seen her in hours, and his superior demands to know why he's been mia. inuyasha snaps that he went on that stupid retrieval mission and found kagome's file. his superior looks at him as if he were crazy.
"what retrieval mission?" his boss says, confused.
"the one you left on my desk this morning!"
"i didn't leave any thing on your desk, inuyasha. what are you talking about?"
inuyasha's stomach drops.
kagome, he thinks with dread. i have to find kagome.
"sir," inuyasha starts. "i think kagome's in danger."
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dog hybrid johnny who gets ârescuedâ from a dog fighting ring by ghost but instead of getting him like therapy or smth ghost just keeps him as his own personal guard dog and treats him basically the same :/
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á´á´ÉŞĘɪɴɢ: lo'ak x male reader
ęąá´á´á´á´ĘĘ: It seems no one gets to know anything about Lo'akâno one except you.
Ęá´đ: no ~ á´Ąá´Ęá´
á´á´á´É´á´: 1563 ~ established relationship
á´Ąá´Ęɴɪɴɢęą: swearing, injuries and blood - little suggestive
á´á´ĘĘ'ęą É´á´á´á´: i will tell y'all i like neteyam better but i wanted to write this one first
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"Lo'ak, what happened to you?"
Said Na'vi winces, not at his background pain, but at the disappointment in your tone. To think he'd come to you specifically too, because he knew you wouldn't judge him... or at least, not as hard as anyone else. He wasn't entirely wrong. "I..."
He only pauses for a little while, just to think, but you find the silence too long. "You what?"
"I was riding on my ikran, like always."
"Uh-huh?"
Lo'ak closes his eyes, awaiting the barrage of scolding that will surely follow his words, "I was doing circles."
The reckless action, simply named "circles", had become something the two of you were used to talking about. It entailed riding your ikran in, well, circles, but it was a bit more complicated than that. They weren't horizontal, level circles per say; they were fully vertical. For many moments, he'd fly upside down, leaving him to clutch onto his ikran for dear life (the sort of thing that gave him a thrill) as it was the only thing keeping him from falling.
Instead of teaching him another lesson he won't listen to, or slapping him upside the head, you give him one single word, his name. "Lo'ak." The way it is said displays shockwaves of disappointment, but nothing more follows. "Sit down."
Lo'ak behaves obediently, regardless of his lingering anticipation. He still, however, has the guts to ask. "What, is that it?"
"Do you want me to say anything else?"
Your viper-like, sharp response shuts his questions up quickly. "No."
You laugh at it, though, at how easily you can shut him down. The sound interests him, makes his eyes follow you curiously. "I suppose you came here so I could patch you up?"
Shame burns in his cheeks, knowing that he's disobeyed your previous pleads for him to be more careful yet he still seeks your help. "Yeah."
"You know I'm not as good at this as, say, your sister."
"I know, but she can't know." He says adamantly with a gesture of the hands.
"Why's that?"
"Well, Iâ" His eyes continue to watch each of your moves intently, even as you turn your back to him in order to collect some things that may help. As such, he sees you cease in your actions when you don't hear his response. He moves to fill in the gap of silence afterward, "Dad would know. She'd tell him."Â And she's much rougher on him than you would ever be.
"And he can't know?"
"Of course not."
You catch his eyes once you make your way back to him. They don't back down, anyway, even when you challenge them with your own. He holds your gaze, watches your face retain its passive look. He can only imagine how his own looks right now. Probably stupid.
He's forced to stop looking at you when you move behind him to work on his back injuries. Even so, he tries dumbly to catch a glimpse of you. It's cute.
He stops, however, when you slap his shoulder lightly. It forces him to straighten up and look ahead stiffly.
The tips of your fingers, which feel ghostly against his skin, apply healing salve onto his back. The solution stings a little, its pain a reminder that this comes after he injures himself, that pain doesn't stop after all the wounds are made. But your gentle touch helps soothe him, in a way, helps him forget.
He doesn't notice, but he leans into your touch. You chuckle at it.
"What?" He turns towards you curiously.
"Nothing, Lo'ak." You slap his shoulder again and he straightens up.
"I mean, it's got to be something." He mumbles with the roll of his eye, not that you could see it.
Lo'ak barely registers the sound of you shuffling forward even closer until you press a kiss under his ear. He tilts his head in your direction, hoping for another. "I wouldn't lie to you."
You wouldn't lie to him. "About that..."
You can already hear the shame in his tone, and concern raises in yours. "About that...?"
Lo'ak turns towards you entirely, showing you his wrist. He unties his necklace from it. Its beads, slick with blood, nearly slide off his fingers.
"Lo'ak..." He bites his lip and averts his gaze. "How are you supposed to hide this from your dad?"
The necklace had been hiding a particularly ugly gash on his wrist. It looked really painful. You're not sure how Lo'ak even managed to cope with it.
You hadn't asked for explanation, but Lo'ak provides one anyway. It helps keep his mind off the pain. "I fell off. My ikran tried to catch me, and well, this is the result. I don't blame it. Just please," He groans, turning to meet your eyes again. "help me hide it."
"Lo'ak, I don't have two-hour healing shit."
Shit. Shit? His eyebrows furrow, and the revelation that comes to him helps distract him from his impending dad-ly doom. "Who taught you shit?"
His confusion spreads to you and you mirror his expression, "What do you mean?"
You don't let it deter you, though, as you stand up to gather more healing supplies, as well as plants stronger than the ones used to heal the chafe wound on his back.
Lo'ak just then realizes that what he said probably does not make any sense, like, whatsoever. "The word "shit"."
"Oh, well," You chuckle, "you did."
"Fuâ" He cuts himself off before you can learn that too. "I meanâDad can't know about this."
"Oh, is that another thing he can't know?" You ask playfully.
"Yes." He replies without a thought. If he had thought about it, he would've realized that you were just joking with him. It only serves for more amusement on your part. "If he knows, he's going to kill me."
You turn back to him, solution in hand. "Worse than knowing you've been doing circles again?"
"Yes." He only thinks about it after he's said it. "I mean, well, maybe! Probably. He doesn't like the idea of giving us more swear words."
"Well, we have Spider to blame for that." You settle down next to him again, grabbing his arm carefully and preparing to apply the new salve.
"Whaâ?" He's interrupted by his own groan as you squeeze his cut skin as close as possible. He almost curses again but abates the urge when he sees you mouth an apology, Sorry, should've warned you. He shakes his head and continues on. "How do you know that?"
"I figured your dad was never going to teach you any of those words and Spider spends much more of his time around human language."
You were right, and now that he thought about it, so was your reasoning. "Mom cannot know about that."
"Tewti!" You snicker, "Your parents can't know anything about you."
"Oh, come on," He groans dramatically. "my mom already hates Spider. What do you think? Dad doesn't like the idea of us cursing, and mom detests it! If she finds out, she's gonna gut him!"
So maybe he was exaggerating a little but seriously, something was going to happen for sure and Lo'ak wasn't taking any chances.
The small banter allows him to be distracted, which helps him to ignore the even harsher sting that comes with the application of a stronger salve. He thinks that, perhaps, it was part of your plan. "Besides, it's better if others don't know some things about me."
"Oh really?" You question, leaning forward interestedly. Heat begins to rise up his cheeks.
Lo'ak knows that what he's about to say is so smooth that he would absolutely fall for whoever said it to him. "Well, all except you."
Though he knows it, he's not quite prepared for the outcome. One of your legs stretches in front of him, causing his knee to meet your inner thigh. Your other leg, behind him, keeps you stable on the log, pressing slightly against his side. He was hardly coping with you simply leaning a little closer to him, but now your touch is driving him nuts.
"That's sweet of you."
The proximity leaves him dumbfounded; and like the gravitation between planets and moons Lo'ak does not care for, he leans forward mindlessly to catch your lips.
He had hoped that those words would make you fall in love with him even more. In that, he was successful. What he failed at was keeping himself calm in order to look smoothâbut he knew either way that you would always think of him as that totally not cool (in behavior) pretty boy.
When you part, he keeps leaning forward, chasing after your lips, and it is so embarrassing that he makes up an excuse to go immediately. "I think I should head back to the village."
He finds himself watching you intently once again, particularly at the way your lips move. "With the very clear healing salve on your aching injuries?"
"Oh." He gulps, seeing your tongue dart out to wet your lips. "You're right."
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"Open it." For my boy Josh (prompt for the five sentence fic!)
"Open it."
It isn't a request.
It's a dare. An ice-cold threat that freezes Josh to the spot. He stands paralyzed, his clammy palm welded to the doorknob. Josh's sorry life flashes before his bloodshot eyes, and his freedom taunts him from the other side of the unlocked door. It calls him, it pulls him like a magnet.
Josh wants to live, and not just survive. He wants his life back. His simple, mundane life. He'd give anything and everything to blend back into the world and fade into the background.
"Go on, Joshy. See what happens the second you open that door." Felix stalks closer but Josh doesn't face him. He can't face him. With his puffy, tear-stained cheeks and deer-in-headlight eyes. Josh's ears prick up at the sound of slow footsteps coming to a stop just over his shoulder.
"You know I'd catch you, don't you, honey?" Felix half purrs, half growls. Josh's thumping heart falls to the pit of his stomach. "God have mercy on you, I'd hunt you down like a wild animal. And when I finally find you...?"
Josh physically cringes and shrivels up as Felix nibbles at Josh's neck and kisses the dip of his collarbone. Felix slowly reaches around to place his hand on top of Josh's shaking one, on the door handle, and pulls it away.
"I'd snap your legs like twigs," Felix whispers in Josh's ear. "I would just love you bed-bound. It would be my dream come true, baby... the things I'd do to you..."
Josh hears Felix actually lick his lips and his gut suddenly twists. Josh thought his life was already a fate worse than death...somehow, it can get worse. He spins around to face Felix, eyes blown wide and sparkling - his lip wobbling like a small child.
It's a risk he's not willing to take. Any foolish bravery suddenly dissolves and his fight or flight suddenly switches off. Josh just feels empty.
He collapses into Felix's arms in a slump. His body rockets with sobs as Felix cradles him and smoothes the jet-black hair over his scalp.
"Sweet boy," Felix mumurs dotingly, "sweet, confused little boy. You know you belong with me, don't you?"
Josh nods miserably into Felix's chest.
"I'm the only one who knows you inside and out, who will take care of your every want and need. You'll never leave me, baby-blue."
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Summary: General Vanrouge watches a couple dance.
Laughter reached his ears from where he sat.
Joyous and carefree.
From his position, he can see the shadows twirling around each other in what seemed to be a kitchen.
He watched as someone, who had a similar appearance to his own, lifted another up before swinging them into his arms.
Normally, he wouldnât believe such a being would be related to him in any way.
But magic did not lie, and the one from this fae matched his own.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Sharp magenta met crimson red.
A warning.
Do not ruin this moment.
He wasnât planning to.
This view before him, spoke of peace and tranquility.
HeâŚdidnât want his hands full of scars and blood to mar such a scene.
He looked away as the two before him kissed.
A nap right now seems like the perfect opportunity.
âŚbut a part of him yearned.
âI was wondering when you would pop up.â
Crimson eyes met his own.
Stubborn. Young. Rebellious.
Someone who didnât know what life held for him.
Lilia kind of pitied his younger self, but knew saying such might lead to an altercation.
Which generally he wouldnât mind at all, it would be amusing to compare his strengths now to back then.
But he didnât want the risk of waking you and the others up. He already had to talk down Malleus from accompanying him.
âYouâre with aâŚhuman.â
Lilia held back a laugh, âThatâs for you to find out.â
The General before him bristled before sighing. It seems he knew it was a losing battle to try and get any information out of him.
âListen up you!â
The sharp glare sent his way had him smirking.
âNever let this moment go. What you see now? This is the future you can look forward to. Come what may, hold on and do not let go.â
âHow do I know this isnât a trick?â
âCome General~ You and I both know magic never lies.â
The General looked away. How amusing. He was pouting. Lilia itched to tease him more.
âAreâŚyou happy?â
Ah. The question he always held in and never spoke nor showed back during his days as the Phantom General.
âYes. More than you can imagine.â
Lilia can see the yearning his younger self held deep within as he looked towards where his family stayed.
Youâll know happiness. Youâll experience it yourself. It will take years of pain and suffering, but it will be worth it.
âYou have much to look forward to.â
General Vanrouge straightened his stance, a new shine in his eyes.
Good. It will serve him well in his journey.
âI didnât know I would become so sappy.â
âKufufu~ Thatâs what love does to a fae. It changes you.â
The face the General made had him almost bending over in laughter.
Ah yes, he remembers this phase of his. The General has so much to learnâŚto acknowledge. Some of which even he didnât learn until many years ago.
During a certain event at Night Raven College, but he wasnât going to tell him that.
Seeing his past self, Lilia ached to go back to his family. Back to their warmth.
For now, though, he waited with a version of himself he hadnât seen in a long while. One, that he would once upon a time run away from.
But now?
He had long ago acknowledged this side of himself, for it was this version of himself that led him to his current happiness. That led him to his loves.
And he couldnât be more grateful.
The past and future stood side by side, basking in this tranquility, enjoying what will come and what currently is.
Bonus:
âWhy do you look like that.â
âHey! I look cute!â
I felt so soft and in love when writing this đĽšđĽšđĽ°
(I feel like I wrote a part of my soul into this đĽ°đ)
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this is how I feel posting âââwriting tips/adviceâââ btw
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