#I'm sorry about all the capitals this has never happened before

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yandere webttore x fem reader smut pls? I wont him....... so badly....

Synopsis: You were just a simple baker in Snezhnaya that was being harassed by a local gang. Lucky for you one of your regulars just so happens to be the 2nd Harbinger of the Fatui. All he wants in return is a favor.

Webttore is a segment of actual Dottore, Reader is wearing a dress,

Tags: NSFW MINORS DNI, DUB-CON, AFAB Reader, slight Stockholm Syndrome, P with plot, Yandere, human body parts, grinding, fingering, orgasm denial, rough s*x, Not Beta read

A/N: Inspired by that one Mafia!Bucky x Reader series here on tumblr. I can't find it and i'm sad cause i really liked reading it. This is also my first time writing a Yandere character so I hope I did a good enough job

Words: 3.5K

There’s a small bakery in a quiet street on the outskirts of the Capital of Snezhnaya. Many of the Fatui Skirmishers come to visit before heading out. They claim it’s good luck. You are always happy to do business with the Fatui, as that rakes in revenue for you. But recently you were having a slight problem. A local gang has been trying to pry money out of you, “for protection” they claim, but you do know that it's bogus. You tried to tell them no but they seem to not take that answer well. They come in almost everyday to harass you about it. At this point it’s part of your routine. You wake up, get the bakery ready, and get harassed by the gang. They normally harass you about money, always coming in disrupting business or graffiti rude and cruel messages on your windows. But you never gave in, you just sighed and fixed everything. There’s no need to cry over spilt milk, that’s what your mother would always tell you. It was one of those days where you were being harassed again by this local gang.

“Just give us the money, then your debt will be paid.” One of the gang members spatted, his temper clearly waning by the minute. 

“Why would I? And what debt would I incur during this time period?” You questioned, cleaning a glass cup. You were not amused by this, it’s the third time this week and you are quite getting used to your new routine. 

“For protection obviously!” Another one spat slamming his fist on your counter. You rolled your eyes at their foolish behavior.

“Oh, protection? But I do believe that the Fatui Harbingers and their men have it all covered. No?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. The gang member stuttered for a bit before another one, a much bigger one, slammed his gun on your counter.

“Listen here, you’re going to give us the money or else-”

“Or else what?” A new voice spoke up, one that you’re not familiar with. Looking over you spot a tall man with icy blue hair sitting idly in the booths stacks of paper scattered around the table. 

“And who are you?” One of the members asked, storming up to the man. You quickly walked around the bar putting you between the gang and the icy haired man. 

“Leave him out of this. You can threaten me all you want but the minute you threaten a customer it’s over.” You glared at them, but a small chuckle was heard behind you. You heard some shuffling before you felt a presence behind you. You looked up seeing the icy blue hair man behind you. 

“See, I really like this place. It gives me time to get away from them and now… it’s ruined. By you lot.” His tone was cold as he slowly approached the gang. But they didn’t move. 

“Oh yeah, and who are you, a high ranking Fatui Harbinger?” One asked, pointing a gun right to his face. You couldn’t see what the strange man did next as he gestured to something on him. But whatever it was it clearly scared the gang away. Their faces were pale as they exited the store. One muttered that they’ll be back, but the other didn’t say anything. Now it was just the two of you.

“Ha, sorry for dragging you into this mess.” You sighed, running your hand through your hair. The man gave out a chaotic cackle before whipping around to see you. You finally get a good view of him. He had striking red eyes, the already described icy blue hair, and his outfit was strange. A white dress shirt with an overexaggerated collar, paired with a black vest. Strange clothing for the middle of winter in Snezhnaya. Let’s not mention the blue earring he wore that has some sort of liquid in it. 

“Hmm,” The man hummed as he circled around you like a predator eyeing their prey. He stopped right behind you, you felt his hands run through your hair playing with it a bit.

“You have nice hair, and very healthy organs.” He chuckled a bit.

“Thanks?” you tried to smile, but this is totally weird. Was he trying to compliment you, or something? You gave a weary look as you watched him slide back into his booth and continue looking around his stack of paper. You sighed as you walked around the counter, you have to repay him with something right? An idea popped in your head as you smiled to yourself. As you prepare your little surprise for the stranger, everytime you glance in his direction he always seems to be looking at you at the same time. Strange, but this man is already strange already. 

After a couple of minutes you approached the strange man again. As you approached him, he seemed to sense your presence and watched you set a plate down. 

“This… is a little thanks for helping me with those nut jobs.” You suddenly felt shy under his gaze. But he didn’t say a word as he took a bite out of the warm pastry. 

“Thanks.” He said muffled by the pastry that was in his mouth.

“No, thank you.” You smile as you walk away, going back to cleaning the mess the gang left behind. It seems that you have a new routine, you wake up, get the bakery ready, get harassed again, but now you have your new regular. The strange ice blue haired man comes in everyday it seems to work? You don’t really know, you never really pry into it. He always comes in and gets the same thing. A pure black iced coffee with a nice warm pastry. You're always confused when he asks for ice coffee as it’s Snezhnaya, the temperatures are always in the negatives. But he seems to enjoy his order. You can’t complain, he seems to help out when the gang comes in to harass you.

But for the past few weeks he hasn’t shown up.You were concerned and asked around but no one seemed to know what or who you were talking about. But something strange started to happen. Dead bodies have started showing up around your bakery. Either in your front door, in your alley way, or in the back door, wherever there is a spot a body was found. And every single time the body belonged to the gang that was harassing you. And every single time there was a message written in their blood confessing their crimes of harassing you. You were freaked out about it, thinking there was a serial killer on the loose and you reported it to the nearest Fatui station. The Fatui seemed to care for about a week but then stopped. They dropped the case saying that the 2nd Fatui Harbinger Il Dottore dropped the case. Which is strange because Lord Pucinella is in charge of the capital’s police so why is the Doctor dropping the case? You were lowkey freaked out about everything, but everytime you were scared to leave the strange man always seemed to appear. Always willing to walk you home, and if anytime you ask about his whereabouts he would just dismiss the question. Although a little freak out you didn’t question why he was here. It was nice to have someone watching over you especially when it seems that someone is clearly doing a revenge for you. 

On one fateful night, a quiet night you were alone in your bakery cleaning some dishes when you heard a high pitch scream. Your head shot up as you gently placed down the cup. The screams died out, and the silence after was deafening. Did you just hear the last moments of someone's life? You hesitated to leave the backroom before you heard a little ding, it rang around the quiet bakery, you were frozen not knowing what to do.

“Darling are you there?” A familiar voice spoke up, it was that man. You quickly walked out of the room already babbling about what just happened. But you were stopped in your tracks, your eyes went wide, and face went pale. There he stood covered in blood, his face like a maniac as he held a little box with a pretty bow on top. 

“W-what happened to you?” You stuttered as you slowly approached the man who gave a crazed smile holding out a box.

“I got you a present.” Completely ignoring the question he set the present in your hands. The blood smeared all over your hand. 

“What is it?” You hesitatingly asked. 

“Open it,” 

You slowly pulled the little ribbon on the top, the ribbon fell gracefully on your blood stained hands. Slowly taking the top off you only caught a glimpse of the inside before dropping it. Falling out of the gift box was a human heart, the blood oozing out of the heart pooling on your recently cleaned floor. You scrambled back, your back hitting against the wall harshly. 

“W-what is this?” You exclaimed looking over at him, all he had was a small smile as he walked around the counter getting closer to you. 

“A profession of my love, darling.” His small smile turned into a smile.You were still scrambling away to the back room.

“With a human heart! What is wrong with you?” You yelled, all he did was start to laugh, a laugh that soon turned into a cackle.

“What is wrong with me? With me? Oh darling, everything.” He made eye contact with you, his eyes blown wide with lust as he continued his approach. 

“Those little gang members won’t hurt you ever again.” He whispered as he encaptured you between his arms against the wall. Inches away from his face as he gave a manic smile. 

“You did this, killed all those gang members?” Your voice wobbled as you tried to grasp the situation. 

“Oh yes, I did, made sure they won’t hurt you ever again.” He whispered, his face inches away from you. You were shaking uncontrollably, you didn’t know how to react.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You whispered your voice quivering with every word. The man just cackled as he rested his head against your shoulder. 

“Hurt you… haha… I can never hurt. Not you, never.” 

“I… don’t even know your name.” He stared straight into your eyes, his ruby red ones shining in the light, piercing through yours. 

“I go by many names, but I prefer you call me Zandik.” Zandik reached out to your face, creasing it, the smell of metal filled your senses as he spread the blood all across your face. He leaned in his lips inches away from yours, you can feel his breath against your face.

“I would kill the whole world for you, I want you so badly. Please…” He pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I…I…” 

“Please…” You looked away for a second before Zandik let out a sound of frustration before slamming his lips against yours. It was rough, he had your arms pinned, you can’t move an inch. When he pulled away he smiled as he stroked your cheek. You’re pretty sure that the majority of your face is covered in blood. 

“I want you.” He murmured against your skin as his hands trailed back untying your apron.

“Do you want me?” He asked looking straight into your eyes, you just nodded. He started to laugh, the mood completely shifting for both of you. For him he was ecstatic, but for you… you have no idea. You were scared, afraid, but also calm? Like sure this Zandik man killed a bunch of men, but he did it in your honor. He has no ill intention on harming you, and he is clearly doing it out of love. But do you love him? All these thoughts stirred in your head as you felt Zandik’s hands trailed down your dress till it was underneath the frills. 

“Haa, do that again? Make that sound again, you sound so cute.” He breathed as he started to hike up your dress. The dress crumpled up to your waist as you obliged his request by whimpering again as you felt the cold wind of Snezhnaya brush against your legs. Zandik pulled back admiring how you looked. He chuckled as he leaned in towards your ear.

“You look beautiful with all this blood. So beautiful…” He whispered as he worked his way towards your panties. But was stopped your sudden grip on his wrist. He looked shocked at your audacity to stop his advancement. 

“C-could you at least wash the blood off your hands.” You mumbled as you looked away, “I don’t really want someone’s blood inside me.” It clicked in Zandik’s head and he rushed over to the sink, scrubbing his hands clean of all the blood. You stood there in shock on what’s happening. Everything is settling on you like a ton of bricks. This man who you're about to have sex with just killed a bunch of people these past months, and just professes his love to you with a human heart. How… strange. You listened to him mutter to himself something about, “not wanting other guys dna inside you.” that “you belong to him and him alone.” or “I’ll never let anyone hurt her again.” You weren’t going to lie, it was lowkey hot to see him like this. He patted his hands down on his pants before latching himself back onto you. His lips were back onto yours devouring you lips like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips as he started to slowly grind against you. You could feel how hard he was against your cloth vagina. 

“I can’t help myself dear, you are so perfect.” He murmured against your skin, you felt his gloved hands trail down playing with the edge of your underwear. You felt him smile against your skin as he pulled your underwear to the side and plunge two fingers into your soaking wet clit. You heard him groan as he worked your way through your vagina. 

“You’re already so wet for me dear. So perfect, taking in my fingers like this.” He moaned as he fastened his pace. The moans couldn’t stop as you closed your eyes. The feeling was so overwhelming, the foreign feeling of his leather gloves pistoning in and out of you felt strange yet pleasurable. Zandik was biting against your skin, his shark-like teeth biting down on your exposed neck, you felt your blood trickle down your neck. His pace fastened with each thrust, you couldn’t hold back your moans. Whimpering his name every now and then, which seemed to get a reaction out of him. 

“Ha, I’m close.” You breathed out, feeling the coil tighten in your stomach. But the minute you said that you felt Zandik’s fingers ripping out of your inside. You whined at the sudden loss of his fingers. 

“I know darling, but I promise you. I’ll make you feel so so much better. I swear.” He cackled as he fiddled with his pants. You intently watched as he pulled his now hard cock out. He slapped it against your clit, earning a moan. You eyed at the sheer size of his cock. It was huge. You don’t think it would fit inside you.

“It’s not going to fit.” You exclaimed, panicking looking up to Zandik’s glaring red eyes.

“Too big? Haha, don’t worry darling, I’ll make it fit.” Zandik smiled as he lined up his cock with your vagina. 

“It’s not going to fit-” You were cut off as Zandik shoved his girthy cock all the way in one go. You yelled in pain and pleasure by the stretch. You tried to tell him to slow down but your cries fell on deaf ears as Zandik set a rough pace. He seemed to lose his own pleasure to listen to your pleas. You felt tears start to flow down your cheeks by the stretch of Zandik’s dick. Zandik started to laugh like a mad man looking down on you, his eyes wide like a crazed man.

“You look so beautiful like this darling, so beautiful when you cry.” He laughed, slamming his lips against yours, kissing your pain away. 

“Please, I want to cum.” You cried pulling away from him, the pain turning into pleasure as Zandik continued his rough pace.

“Ha, so obedient, so perfect. You were made for me,” He moaned as he gently cupped your face.

“Look at you, you were worried about my dick fitting yet look,” He tilted your head to see his dick disappear inside your vagina with each rough thrust, “your pussy was made for me, molded just me, and me only.” Your walls flutter against his dick with his words, which causes Zandik to groan.

“And now, you’re sucking me in with every thrust. Greedy greedy girl.” He chuckled as he captured your lips again. When he pulled away, a thin string of spit kept you connected.

“I’ve been aching for you for weeks now,” He started his confession, “every night, I would imagine how perfect you would be around my cock. And-ha, just look. It’s perfect, you're perfect, just for me. You’re mine, got it?” His words fell out of his mouth in pure pleasure as he started to draw dizzy circles around your clit. That sent your nerves into overdrive, moans kept falling out of your mouth. Your senses were sent into overdrive, every touch from Zandik made you clamp down around his dick. You couldn’t help it, the pure bliss that you were feeling was out of this world. 

“C-close.” You were able to get out, Zandik just chuckled before quickening his already fast pace. 

“Gods please, I want your vagina to suck me dry. Please, let me cum inside you.” Zandik moaned, “I want you to bear my children. Gods please.” All you could do is nod as you felt that coil tighten again in your stomach. 

“Please Zandik, I want to cum.” You moaned, the mere mention of his name made him go into overdrive. Circling his fingers around your clit faster, and faster. Every sense went into overdrive and you couldn’t hold it in longer. Clamping down on his cock you shook violently as you screamed out of his name. Zandik continue his rough pace fucking you through your high.When you came down from your high, you felt Zandik pull out of your overstimulated hole. You whine from the empty feeling, as Zandik let you fall to your knees, exhausted from everything. But Zandik wasn’t done, he stroked his dick faster and faster aiming it straight to your face. He cupped your chin making you look up at him with your fucked out face.

“So beautiful, so perfect. Just for me, tell me you want me.” Zandik breathed, he continued to stroke his dick before you stop his action. Confused, he watched as you replaced his hands with yours as you started to stroke him from base to tip. Zandik eyes blown wide from your actions he couldn’t help but start to thrust into your hands.

“I’m yours.” You muttered as you gave kitten licks on his tips. Zandik groaned as his dick twitched in your hands. The white warm semen painted your face, he had so much cum in him that by the time he finished you are probably sure your face is covered full of cum and blood. Zandik was breathing heavily as he gave a cackle. He smeared the cum and blood across your face, giving a small smile. 

“You look so beautiful with my cum painted all over your face.” You didn’t respond, only your heavy breathing was heard in the quiet bakery. You two stood in silence before Zandik noticed something outside the bakery, stuff his cock back into his slacks.

“Stay down there darling.” He smiled before turning towards the bakery door. You didn’t peak up but you heard the bakery bell ring indicating someone walked inside. 

“Lord Dottore! We’ve been looking all over for you.” Someone said, Lord Dottore? You mean the 2nd Fatui Harbinger? You looked up at “Zandik” who was annoyed by the disruption. 

“What is it?” He sounded annoyed. 

“We’ve located the gang that was harassing the bakery owner.” One of them stated, you watched as “Zandik” snatched the paper out of the person's hands.

“Very well, get to it then. I want any survivors sent to the lab. Have Prime deal with it.” He sounded a mix of boredom and anger as he dismissed the people who entered the bakery.

“Yes lord Harbinger.” They both said, before you hear them walking out of the bakery. Zandik turned back to you, giving you a wicked smile.

“Y-you’re the 2nd harbinger?” You whispered trying to scoot away.

“Oh are you scared now that you know my identity? Aw, you hurt me dear.” “Zandik” smiled, kneeling down to your level. He reached out for you stroking the cum and blood across your face.

“I promise you no one will hurt you again right?” You nodded at his statement, “Good. Now that I marked you I will always protect you… from anyone.”

A/N: divider credits: cafekitsune

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #dottore x reader #genshin smut #dottore x female reader #genshin x reader smut #il dottore #webttore #webttore x reader

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There's No Problem That San Diego Can't Solve by @historicallysam

Alex doesn’t even bother knocking; he simply twists the knob on the door and shoves it open. His eyes narrow as the door bangs against the wall and he sees Henry on the phone. Maybe (definitely) it’s rude but his blood is fucking boiling so he doesn’t really care.

All the Ocean was Sleeping by @sparklepocalypse

The worst part about being a siren in the modern era, Henry ponders as yet another ship flies past his cove at a speed that he knows will disturb the anemone gardens below, is the yacht bros. Between the sound of their vessels’ motors and the dissonant noise the humans call music, Henry’s singing has no chance of attracting anyone’s attention.

cause you're a classic, and i'm reckless by @firenati0n

“I've, actually, uh. I've never done this before.” At this, Henry stops short, takes a second as his gaze moves up and to the left, trying to recall something. “I've seen your films. You most certainly have done intimate scenes.” Alex clears his throat. He hopes his nerves aren't completely obvious, the slight waver in his voice about to give him away. “Yeah, well. Never with a man, so. Not at this scale, anyway.” “Would it help to, er, practice?" Henry winces a little as he says it, which does not inspire confidence. But Alex is shocked nonetheless. What the fuck?

Over Land and Sea by SatinBirds

Alex and Henry come from very different worlds, and still, they manage to find each other.

Clean Slate by smc_27

“Henry.” Pez comes over, puts both hands on Henry’s cheeks and looks him dead in the eye. “You are not a sad man who’s gotten dumped. You’re in the prime of your life, and I quite desperately need you to act like it.” “The prime of my life,” Henry scoffs, more incredulous than questioning. “I’ve just gotten out of a 15 year relationship, endured a divorce, am suffering an almost impressive case of writer’s block, and your hands are like bloody icicles.” Pez grins, doesn’t take his hands away. “Explain to me how this is my prime. Please.” Pez tilts his head, and sounds entirely serious when he says, “Literally anything can happen from here.”

in bloom by stutteringpeach

Yoo, can u hook me up with some flowers?? It's the busiest day of the year for florists. Alex texts Henry with a last minute request.

here is a map (with your name for a capital) by @alasse9

That day at the Rio de Janeiro Olympics, Alex comes across the very same Prince Henry who just dismissed him having a panic attack in a bathroom. The choice Alex makes then has ripple effects neither of them could have ever expected. What's the story like, when they actually are friends all along? “So, you’re going back to England tonight, and you’ll spend the next three days pretending you two are the closest and best of friends until we can put this mess behind us.” And there are reasons he hasn’t told anybody this, good reasons, even though he’s sure June and Nora saw through him ages ago. Faced with his mom’s disappointment, though, and with the realization that the entire world apparently thinks he hates Henry and would willingly shove him into a fucking cake, he can’t stay quiet. “But we are friends,” he says, vehement and serious. “We have been for years. He’s—he’s probably my best friend, actually, along with Nora.”

thoughts of you consume by yrsonpurpose

Henry sees Alex appear on the red carpet in a blue suit that screams sex on legs and is ready to throw away all attempts at concealing their secret relationship in the name of dropping to his knees at the first available opportunity.

eyes on me by matherine

Alex’s hips buck back against Henry’s mouth the moment his tongue does more than tease, and Henry squeezes his hip in gentle consternation. But before he can say anything, Alex is already rambling. “Sorry, I’m — I’m sorry, I know you said not to move, and I’m trying, I — I’m trying to be good, I promise,” he blurts, voice shaking ever so slightly from something that certainly doesn’t sound like pleasure, resolutely refusing to turn his head so that he can meet Henry’s gaze from where he’s positioned behind him. Henry’s heart aches. “Alex — love, it’s alright. Where’s your mind?” Or: Sometimes, Alex needs a distraction. Something to take the edge off, to scrub away at the stress of the day. Some days, it works better than others. 

the evolution of intimacy by Poutini

There’s no spontaneity anymore. One might think this boring. That the novelty had worn off. The spark snuffed. Absolutely not

Want Me by OrchidScript

Henry had always been weak for a nice smile, but his was impossible to ignore. Blame it on summer heat and a fresh flush in his cheeks. Blame it on sunset painting the outdoor bar sweltering, romantic colors. Blame it on two healthy glasses of albariño thrumming in his bloodstream, or the good music floating on the air. Henry could blame it on anything liked if he thought long and hard about it, but that didn’t change much at the end. The core remained the same: he had been gone from the jump. -- Henry and Alex hook up on a vacation in Spain. Henry falls a bit deeper.

fill my lungs with sweetness by @priincebutt

Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor wakes up at 3 AM on his birthday to an empty bed. What could Alex possibly be getting up to at 3 AM the night before his birthday? The possibilities are endless.

got myself in quite a tangle by coffeecatsme

"It seems I've gotten myself in quite a tangle." "Tangle?" Henry's voice is hoarse, eyes darkened as they travel over Alex's body. They stop at his crotch, and Alex can see it even under the dim lights—Henry's growing hard too, a visible bulge pushing at his sweatpants. Alex's cock gives a desperate twitch. "Y'know, I was trying to put them around the tree," he starts, gesturing at the plain tree at the corner. It's clear he didn't even attempt to touch it. "And somehow I've managed to completely trap myself. Can't even move my hands." Henry makes a desperate noise at the back of his throat as his eyes snap up to Alex's face. Alex flashes him a suggestive grin, teeth biting down on his lip. "Seems I'm completely at your mercy."

The Forces of Chance and Coincidences by @stellarm

Bad weather leads to a late flight that leads to no one being where they wanted to be, but maybe everyone was where they needed to be.

I've never felt safer (than when I'm with you) by viciouslyqueer

Alex takes the bag and opens it slowly, careful not to rip it, and gasps quietly as he sees what’s inside. “H, you didn’t…” Strong arms wrap around his waist from behind, Henry’s chest warm against his back. “Do you like it?” Henry asks in a whisper, resting his chin on Alex’s shoulder. Alex doesn’t know what to say. Gingerly, like he might ruin it with even the smallest touch, he takes out the silky fabric and holds it up in front of them. It’s a gorgeous dress, fancy too, in a deep red color with thin straps and an open back. It’s long, almost touching the floor even as Alex holds it up and has a slit on the left side that would probably end a little above Alex’s knee.

An Amateur's Guide to Professional Gift-Giving by anincompletelist

Alex, a former-law-student-taking-some-time-off turned professional part-time gift giver, is tasked with finding a gift for the most high profile client he's ever worked with, both in and out of the world of law. It turns out finding the perfect gift for the Prince of Wales might be easier than he'd anticipated.

Love At First Bark by everwitch

“I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

don't let me get drunk again by headabovethewater

Alex had never wanted to cancel plans as much as he had while watching Henry pull a pair of light wash, tight jeans over his stockinged legs and bare ass. Christ, he’s getting hard thinking about it now.

The Beginner's Guide to Floristry by clottedcreamfudge

As if there's anything romantic about it; as if it's not the most humiliating death Alex can imagine. This is why he doesn't do relationships. This is why he never will. The risk, as far as he fucking sees it, is too great. -- Hanahaki Disease is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible.

Everything you take, you make it better. So go on, take forever by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf

It's 2024, and nobody knows they're engaged. But they will, just as soon as Alex can decide what to wear to his birthday dinner. Henry has an idea and a special gift to match.

false pretenses by rizcriz

Henry spins around, glaring at Alex. “For christs sake,” He hisses, holding a hand out between them. “Can we just not? I do not have the capacity to pretend to hate you today.” Alex splutters as Henry turns on his heel and starts to walk away. He stares after him helplessly. “Pretend?” After a beat, he starts to follow after him, “What the fuck do you mean pretend?” Three years of breathing down each others necks, fighting every time they come in contact with each other. And if Henry is saying every single thing on his end has been pretend, Alex Claremont-Diaz is going to have a fucking breakdown. Because he has been harboring this stupid fucking crush and burying it beneath false antagonism, meeting Henry where he’s at, for three years, and if Henry is implying that they’re both faking it— -- or, Alex learns better.

turn the desert to glass (you would be the one) by @taste-thewaste

Henry and Alex's domestic bliss has lead to some changes in Henry's body. Henry doesn't really mind being a little chubby, but he wonders if Alex does. Alex, it turns out, does not. Not one bit. He does not mind one bit, and he is more than eager to prove it.

coming on fast like good dreams do by cricketnationrise

When Henry recovers from his unexpected factory reset, he still can’t really breathe properly and somehow Alex is still standing in front of him with a hopeful and excited expression on his face. “Run that by me again?” he asks faintly. “I need your help.” “Right…” “I need you to edge me. Like a lot,” Alex says with a shrug. Nope, it’s not any clearer a second time around.

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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: sorry this one is a bit short. i am worrying myself silly until tomorrow.

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Bucky didn't know if Y/N wouldn't be back. He had decided to give her space, allow her the time off since she never had any but explaining it to Sadie was, to say the least, complicated. The two year old had decided to live up to the terrible two cliche and between refusing to go to school and kicking any time he tried to bathe her. Whenever she asked when Y/N would be back all Bucky could say was that he did not know and, honestly, that was the truth. The more the days passed by and her viva examination got closer, he was starting to believe more and more that maybe she just wasn't coming back at all. I like you just the way you are, what ever happened to Hey Y/N, would you like to go for some coffee? No, he just had to be upfront about it.

As if Sadie living up to her prophecy wasn't enough, Christopher was equally on him blabbing and wondering about Y/N. He could only tlel him so much before Chris charted a jet to Ohio and he was certain Y/N would hate that more than what he told her.

Bucky was in the middle of dealing with Sadie screaming bloody murder about the pancakes not having chocolate chips when he heard the front door close. At this point, if someone came to shoot him in the head he wouldn't mind. However, it turned out to be a much pleasant sight dressed in a professional black dress.

      - Why is she crying? - Y/N drapped her coat over the chair.

      - There's no chocolate chips. - Bucky sighed both of relief that Y/N was here and of tiredness.

      - Sadie Barnes, you either eat your pancakes or there will be no TV, no tablet, no toys, no Etch-a-Sketch and definitely no Bluey, Disney + or any other streaming service your dad may be paying for. Your choice.

The redhead stared at Y/N before starting to eat her pancakes. That's it, Y/N was a witch. She had to be a witch. That's it. She was a witch, a very pretty witch who looked way too polished to have come out of an Ohio farm, but a witch.

      - How were the cows?

      - Pardon?

      - Your parents. You went to see your parents right? They live in a farm in Ohio?

      - Yeah. They were ok. Apparently mum has named them Rose, Sophia, Dorothy, and Blanche much to dad's dismay.

      - Like the Golden Girls. - he chuckled. - So, your viva is today.

      - Don't remind me. It's like walking into a slaughter house and then being denied being called a doctor. They should decapitate me, put my head on a spike, and parade me around Columbia as the massive disappointment.

      - What's decapitate? - Sadie asked.

      - It's the capital. - Bucky said not wanting to traumatise his two year old with the scenario Y/N had just described. - Go wash your hands and get your backpack, bug.

Sadie nodded but not before going over to hug Y/N's leg. Y/N ruffled her head before sending her along to wash her hands. Bucky got to making Y/N a plate, patting the chair next to him. She smiled at him before taking a seat and cutting a bit of the pancake. She stopped chewing, looking at him with a forced smile.

      - Good?

      - Buck, why are they salty? - she put a napkin in front of her mouth to spit out the pancake.

      - They're not salty. - Bucky took a forkful from her plate to try it himself.

      - We've had this discussion, Buck. Salt is in the black pot and sugar in the white one.

      - I'm gonna be a mess when you quit. - he pushed the plate away from her. - Speaking of which, I would like if you interviewed your future replacement. I trust you to pick the right person.

      - Most likely you won't need a replacement because I'm failing my viva today.

      - You are not. - Bucky put his hand on her shoulder. - You are smart, Baudelaire.

      - Baudelaire?

      - Do the scary thing first. Get scared latter.

(...)

Bucky drove Y/N down to Columbia, ensuring she got there safe and ready for her VIVA before driving down to take Sadie to school. Y/N swallowed in empty, merely staring at the hallowed halls of a building which had many notable alumni and she was now hoping she would be one. The VIVA was intense to say less and as she came out of the room, she was sweating buckets and wanting to be as far away from the building as possible.

      - Y/N! - shit. Shit, shit, shit, she'd forgotten he existed. What ever happened to men taking a hint?

      - Chris. - she turned around with a fake smile. - What are you doing here?

      - Anderson told me it was your VIVA today, I wanted to come see you. I haven't seen you in a while and Barnes said you were on holiday.

      - I thought after our last chat you wouldn't want to talk to me, Christopher.

      - It was a hurdle, Y/N. - he got closer to her. - Listen, I understand it was rough of me to attack your job like that but you have to understand it's because I care for you and that job is beneath you.

      - No job is beneath anyone, Christopher. You think that silver spoon mouthed talk is gonna make me forget you basically insulted me, my boss and the child I look after?

      - You have a Bachelors and a Masters, Y/N. You should be working internships, assistant positions to help you build your curriculum, not being a silver spoon mouthed man's child's babysitter.

      - That's all fine when you can afford to work a non paid position, Christopher.

      - I care about you, Y/N.

      - But I don't love you.

      - I don't expect you to love me yet, we haven't been seeing each other for too long and if we ...

      - Christopher. - she interrupted him. - I love someone else. It's not gonna stop.

(...)

Y/N dragged herself home. It was now a week, a week long of worrying wether she passed or not. She guessed it was better than having to do it again, heck she hoped she wouldn't have to do it again. She opened the door and heard mumbling with all the lights being off. She moved to turn the lights on, coming face to face with a home made sign and Sadie yelling surprise.

      - What is this? - she smiled, leaning down to pick Sadie up.

      - You're done, it's a party. - Bucky chuckled, pointing to the sign. - We have reservations in about 3 hours. Bought an ice cream cake and Sadie made you a card.

      - You shouldn't have done this.

      - What? After 3 years and a half of you moaning and whining over psychology, you need a nice night out.

      - You do know she'll start crying at around 10.

      - That's why we have dinner reservations at 6.30 and once she's in bed, I will allow you full control of the television. How does that sound?

      - I may not pass.

      - You got this far. You deserve a celebration just for you.

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Right, sorry for the very long wait. As an apology this part is extra long :)

Capital Prince and District Princess

Lucy Gray x gn capital reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 part 5

I wake up in the infirmary, as I open my eyes the first thing I see is Tigris and Sejanus sitting next to my bed. Tigris says my name as she puts her hand on my bicep.

I gasp for air, then say the first and only thing on my mind, "Lucy Gray? Is she..."

"She's alive." Tigris assured me before I started panicking.

I look around then ask, "What happened?", my memory hazy from the previous events that brought me here.

"It was a rebel bombing." starts Sejanus, "They must have been planning it for months. Four tributes were killed." I can see Tigris getting more and more uncomfortable as Sejanus spoke, while he was only looking down, probably trying to look at anything to calm him down even a little bit.

Tigris grabs my hand and rubs it as she whispers out, "Everyone's terrified, Y/N. People are locking themselves inside their houses. Felix Ravinstill's on life support."

After she says that, she turns her head towards Sejanus. He stiffens a bit before leaning in, "The rebels released a message. They said they wanted to tear down the symbol of the Hunger Games on live TV."

In the background, the news on the TV could be silently heard, "Marcus got out." Sejanus adds. "He's the only one. Peacekeepers are hunting him in the streets but at least he has a better chance out there than he would tomorrow."

I could hear his voice trembling, his eyes filling up with angry resentful tears.

"Tomorrow?" I ask, "They're not still going ahead with the games?"

Sejanus swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at me, then down to the ground in disappointment, trying to hold back his tears.

"Oh fuck, Lucy Gray." I breathe out. "Lucy Gray could've run. But she saved me." I shake my hand, tears filling up in my eyes, still holding my cousin's hand.

We hear the TV, Lucky speaking, and he caught our attention, "The show will go on. And now our final tribute. I first met this young lady in the zoo not too long ago."

At that I start to slowly get up, my attention fully drawn to the small TV propped up opposite of me. "From district 12."

"Y/N. '' Tigris whispers, putting her hand on my shoulder as to not get up fast or make any other abrupt movements in my state. I put my hand on her hand as Lucky announces, "Lucy Gray Baird. Come out here with that guitar, you songbird." He waves her in, in front of the microphone he was standing behind.

Sejanus holds me under my arm while Tigris walks behind me as they help me stand and get closer to the TV, never taking my eyes off of it.

As Lucy Gray appears behind the microphone with a white guitar in her hands, there is a big cheer and applause from the audience.

She leans towards the microphone, "Good evening, Capital, Districts." I turn up the volume on the TV as she continued, "I wrote this song about a boy back in 12, and i hope he hears it."

She then began to sing, and despite this song being about someone else, I'm mesmerized. She continued to sing and I had to blink a few times to turn my attention to the small circle with the donation numbers in the right corner of the TV. And I couldn't believe it. The number was going up more and more with every string she strums and word she sings.

My focus shifted back to her, and now I could see behind her facade. She didn't seem to be enjoying this, the more i listened the more i could realize her words were forced, she had to do this, she took Corio's advice and actually sang just for the support she'd get in the arena tomorrow.

I look around between Sejanus and Tigris, then to the nurses a bit further down from us. Everyone had tears in their eyes, Lucy Gray herself also seemingly fighting her own emotions as she continued to sing.

When she finished her song, the audience all cheered as Lucky appeared on screen again, "Ding, ding, ding, Look at that. Record high for the evening. The Capital is definitely watching. People sending in donations. See what happens when you do stuff?" He asks Lucy Gray, standing behind her waving his cards around.

"Yeah." she answers him. "Now, I don't love your odds, but may they be in your favor." He tells her.

I turn my head towards Tigris on my left, then to my right to Sejanus, "Thank you for being here, both of you."

In the distant noise of the TV Lucky once again introduces Lucy Gray, "How wonderful this night is, that we all get to be here for someone's final performance. Ms. Lucy Gray, thank you. Go home, go to bed, get a good night's sleep. You've got a big day tomorrow." And with that I finally zone his voice out and turning my attention to Sejanus.

"It's what friends do." he says as Tigris leans onto my shoulder, "And where's Corio?" I ask them.

"He had to go to doctor Gaul for something important he's writing." Sejanus answers me.

"Y/N, I don't know what he's planning, but I don't have a good feeling about it." Tigris confesses.

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That night, after the whole town was asleep, I slowly wrapped myself in all black and silently went over to the arena for tomorrow's Hunger Games. If I was going to go through with my plan, I had to inspect the arena for myself, even if it was for a little while.

When I got there, I jumped over the bars, carefully trying not to trigger the female voice.

I slowly walked inside, carefully stepping around as to not step on something that'll give me away. I made my way to the center, looking around. Walking around I spotted a big hole on the ground, further away from the center. I slowly walked towards it and looked down. Taking the risk, i slid down. I dusted myself off and saw a sewer passageway. She could definitely hide here.

When I climbed outside the hole,with a lot of pressure and pain, I began walking around again. My search was unsuccessful though, I didn't find any other useful places. But as I began to leave, out of the corner of my eye I catch the moonlight shine on a nearby vent. I make my way towards it and open it. Looking behind me, I double check I'm still alone and crawl inside it. My whole body hurts, but I have to do this. For Lucy Gray.

I realize after crawling for a while, there's an end that is on the other side of the building, opposite of where the peacekeepers stand guard. I take a deep breath and dent the bars a little bit so I at least know where it is. Then I make a mental note of the path I took and crawl back to get out. I leave the building swiftly and make my way behind, to loosen the opening and then stick it back so it stays.

I leave without any traces left behind me. Knowing what I have to do, having my plan now 90% secured, I make my way to the zoo to tell Lucy Gray everything.

As I arrive to where they are, I whisper her name. Looking around I call out to her again. That's when I saw her running towards me. "Hey" I tell her. "You're alive." She breathes out as she grabs the bars.

"Those bombs, they have changed everything." I began telling her, "They blew the walls out. So that means you can escape, and I have made a perfect plan for you to do so. There's a hole down in the floor. Leads down to some tunnels. I've tried it and I want you to hide down there for the beginning. So the moment you hear that bell ring, you ignore the weapons in the middle and you run as fast as you can for that hole. And you find a place to hide down below. Alone."

"Alone? No."

"Yeah."

"Jessup's my friend."

"No Lucy Gray." I repeat, getting more worried. "The moment that bell rings, you can't trust anyone. Not even Jessup. Just lay low down there until it's safe to come out."

Lucy Gray looks at me, then whispers,"Thank you, for taking care of me."

"I can't let you die." I start, my voice genuine. "You saved me. You saved me, Lucy Gray." I look in her eyes and I can see tears start to fall down her soft cheeks. "I'm sorry." She closes her eyes looking down.

"Hey." I whisper softly, my heart breaking as more tears start to trickle down.

She takes a deep breath in and admits, "I'm more hopeful during the daytime, but when it gets dark, I just..."

I stop her, "It's okay." I take out my handkerchief and wipe her tears away. "It's okay. I am gonna get you out of here. I promise. Back to the Covey, okay?" I repeat my promise to her.

That's when she finally looks up and into my eyes and it's when I realize that I can feel her breath on my lips. I see her eyes flicker down to my lips and my breath hitches. It would have been a dream to kiss her soft lips.

She leans in, our nose touching, just a millimeter closer and we'd be kissing, but I pull my head away, looking down and away from her. She leans back a little, and when I return my gaze to her, she's looking at me with such a saddened expression that makes me angry even, that this is the situation she's in.

"Is this real?" I ask her honestly. "Just tell me if i'm going to risk everything. That song..."

She cut me off, "That song was payback, that's all. My old boyfriend, Billy Taupe, he was cheatin' on me with the mayor's daughter."

I connect the dots, "The girl from the Reaping."

Lucy Gray nods, "Yeah, she got crazy jealous. She had her Pa read my name up on that stage and now everyone will know what they did to me."

"Lucy Gray," I breathe out. She tilts her head a bit and looks me straight in my eyes, and despite everything, I can still see her fighting spirit behind those beautiful eyes. "Look, I have seen what war does to people, okay? I've seen it. That's why I need you to listen to what I'm about to say." She desperately looks at me and nods, waiting for me to continue.

"I just need you to survive the first wave. When you come out of that hole," I lean into her more and whisper, my voice going even lower, careful not to let anyone overhear us, "There's a vent right of the center when you're looking towards the entrance. Go in there, crawl inside it and, listen to me carefully, go straight, take the first right and don't stop. Then turn on your second left and don't stop. You'll find an opening. I loosened it for you. Do this at night, I'll come get you. Don't ask for more details, I will tell you after I get you out of there. Don't tell anyone, and don't try to bring anyone with you. Please. This is as risky for you as is for me."

When I finished, she gasped and put her hand on her mouth, stifling a cry. I grab her other hand in mine and kiss it. "It'll be okay, we'll be okay." She only nods trying her best to suppress her cries of relief. "Thank you." She croaks out to me.

"Hey." I say, "We're going to do this, together. We'll get out of here." I nod at her, bidding her good night and good luck for tomorrow.

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The next day as I was getting ready in my room, I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I exclaim, and to my command Tigris opens the door.

"Oh hey, perfect timing. Close the door behind you, I have a favor to ask of you." She nods at that, closing the door and walking further inside the room.

As I button up my shirt, I exhale, "I know this is a lot to ask from you, but can you please just help me. You're the only one I can trust with this." Tigris looks at me, a confused expression on her face.

"Well go on then." She beckons me, and I take a step closer to her, lowering my voice, "A few days after the beginning of the games, I am going to help Lucy Gray escape. I will do that at night, so no one sees or hears anything, and I want to bring her here."

"Here?!" Tigris gasps, putting her hand on her mouth.

I shush her and continue, "Where else am i supposed to take her? Sure as hell not at school. The favor i want from you is to transform her. Make her look more masculine, i'll give her my clothes, just disguise her look unidentifiable. Just enough for me to take a train with her and let her go back to the districts without getting caught." I whisper to her, now standing very close to her. I was worried someone, anyone could overhear us.

Tigris looked at me, her hand still on her mouth, her eyes looking at me with a surprised expression. After a long silence, she finally said, "This is so serious Y/N, do you know what you're doing?" I look at her tight lipped, "Of course I do, but... but I can't let her die. If I can save her, then I will. Tigris please say you'll help me. I can't let Corio or grandma know about any of this."

Tigris doesn't say anything, just closes the gap between us and hugs me tightly, propping her head in the crook of my shoulder. "Yes. I will. Of course I will."

I exhale a big sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding in until then and tighten my grip on her, a silent action of appreciation. When we pull apart, I grab her by the shoulders, "Thank you. Thank you, Tigris, I'll never forget this."

Before me and Corio leave for the official start of the hunger games, we each hug our grandma na Tigris, since she didn't want to come and watch the horror that happens inside. I share one last glance with Tigris and then me and Corio are out of the door. As we enter through the doors and into the room we mentors and the audience will be sitting, everything began feeling so real, and I began doubting myself. That was until Sejanus came and patted me on the back, grounding me.

Everything was going to go as I planned, no setbacks, no doubts, no fear.

Until the bell rang and Lucy Gray managed to get in the hole I told her about, with....Jessup with her. God I told her. Fuck, okay, I just had to trust her. She had this. This is a team effort, I won't be the only one helping her survive, she'll get through this.

Sometime after Sejanus' tribute was killed, he disappeared. That night, Coriolanus did too. Only later did I find out where he actually went. He didn't come back until the other day, yet I stayed. Stayed to track every movement all the tributes made, looking for the right time to escape.

Early in the morning, before the sun had risen and the sky was still dark, Lucy Gray got out of the hole. She made her way to the vents like I told her so, but her footsteps were heard by the group of tributes that decided to band together and started chasing her. I held my breath, waiting to see if she'd make it. And she did, she managed to get behind it just in time before the girl caught up to her. They decided to camp outside the vents, waiting for her to come out soon. What everyone didn't know was that she wasn't going to come from there.

I stand up and leave, thankfully no one suspected anything. I slowly make my way outside and turn right, going behind the building to the bars I loosened. Carefully making sure no one was around I rounded up the building, taking out the cloak I took with me.

When I get there I move the rock under the bars and get up on it, looking around to double check no one is near. I then carefully, trying not to make any noise, remove the bars and low and behold, there stands Lucy Gray. Her eyes widen and tears begin filling them up. I lower the bars carefully before I extend my arms to help her get down. I give her a second to dust off and give her the cloak for her to put on. Knowing every secret passage in this town, I grab her hand and we run through all the dark alleys to my house.

All the way there we don’t exchange not even one word. Both understanding the importance of our mission. When I get in front of my door, I knock in a pattern only me and Tigris know. After a few seconds I hear the door opening, hoping it somehow isn’t grandma. I sigh in relief when it’s indeed Tigris opening the door. She hushes us inside and I don’t let go of Lucy Gray’s hand until we three are standing in my room, Tigris closing the door behind us.

Lucy Gray let’s go of my hand and jumps in my arms, the cloak still on her. She buries her head in the crook of my shoulders, and I can feel her damp cheeks.

I don’t know how long we stand there like that, but then Lucy Gray let’s go of me, and Tigris clears her throat behind me. “Listen Y/N. We need to be extra careful. Corio came back home earlier, you missed him by an hour. You need to stay quiet and-”

I cut her off, “I have everything planned out Tigris, don’t you worry. I bought 2 train tickets for tomorrow morning, in exactly-” I look at my wrist watch, showing the time right now was 3:56am, “2 hours and 34 minutes from now.” I finish, looking at her. “You can disguise her till then right?” She looks between me and Lucy Gray and nods, walking up to her.

Lucy Gray let’s her defenses fall, and she looks both exhausted and drained. “Go take a shower, Y/N will make up something for you to eat. After that I will give you a make over, no one will know it’s you.” Tigris promised and Lucy Gray only nodded.

We all went to do our task, Tigris getting new clothes and make up tools, Lucy Gray went into my bathroom to get rid of all the dirt and nastiness from the arena, and I made my way to the kitchen to prep something up for her. I couldn’t believe I actually managed to pull this off, and so swiftly. No one will suspect her being gone until it’s too late.

Right as I finish cooking, as quietly as possible as to not wake up grandma, despite how she sleeps like a log, Tigris comes out with Lucy Gray in tow, dressed in a loose shirt and some pants Tigris gave her, her hair damp and her eyes drooping.

“Here, eat up. Put something good in your system and get a little bit of energy. I wish I could let you sleep, but you can do that on the train ride.”

She only nods and begins eating. After her first bite she moans and looks at me with a smile, before beginning to stuff her face with it. Me and Tigris chuckle, but it doesn’t last long when reality set it. I stand up, leaving Lucy Gray with Tigris and I go into my room to pack a bag for the trip.

It was around 4:30am when Tigris sat Lucy Gray down to do her magic, while I just sat on my bed watching them. A comfortable silence filled the room, but after a while Lucy Gray finally spoke up, her voice hoarse, “Thank you both, for everything. I thought that the moment they called out my name in the Reaping, it was going to be my end. You saved me too Y/N.” I sit up on my bed from where I laid down, a soft smile tugging at my lips, “I guess now we’re even Lucy Gray.” And I caught a glimpse of a smile playing on her lips, “Yeah.” She breathed out, then stopped talking, letting Tigris work her magic.

“Ta-da. What do you think Y/N?” Tigris says after probably about an hour later. I sit up and stop in my tracks. It’s like I’m not looking at Lucy Gray anymore. It’s like she’s a different person. “Damn cousin, you outdid yourself. I can’t thank you enough.” I breathe out. She tied Lucy Gray’s hair up and with a hat, she’d fully pass as a guy, with her clothes and how much Tigris changed her face.

“If anyone asks, your name is Luke Snow. You are my cousin visiting me from abroad and wanted to check out the districts. If someone asks something else, leave it to me, okay?”

Lucy Gray nods at me and then her attention turns to Tigris, who grabbed a jacket and extended her hand to give it to her.

As she was putting it on, Tigris walked up to me and began, “Look Y/N, I don’t know when we will see each other after this, since I know that when people find out, you probably won’t even be able to be seen in the capital without facing the consequences.” I look at her, my expression saddening.

I put my hand on her shoulder, “I know, Tigris. I know. I’m aware of all the possibilities. I love you more than words can express, you have been the only family I could fully trust. I’m sorry things have to end this way. I’m sure you probably have guessed that I won’t be coming back any time soon. If some day in the future, we cross paths again, I would be the happiest. Thank you so much for everything, there aren’t enough words for me to tell you that. I love you, Tigris.” I say and pull her into a big hug. She buried her head in my shoulder and I felt her begin to cry. We both hugged each other even tighter and I felt tears forming in my eyes. This truly was goodbye. For now.

“No,” I say out of the blue. Tigris pulls away a bit and wipes her tears as she looks at me. I repeat, “No, this isn’t truly goodbye. I promise Tigris, I promise I will come find you again someday.” I swear to her, Lucy Gray tearing up behind her.

“Oh come here.” She says as she pulls into another tight hug before letting go, “Go on, go live your life. I’ll be fine here.” She pats me on the shoulder.

I smile at her, softly touching her cheek with my hand, before putting it down and turning my attention to Lucy Gray. “Are you ready?” I ask her.

“Yeah, Tigris gave me some extra clothes and cleaned my dress for me.” She then walked closer and hugged Tigris, “Thank you for the help. You have no idea how much it means for me.”

Tigris pat her on the back, releasing the hug, “No problem, any time. If you mean so much to Y/N, then you mean a lot to me too. I would gladly do anything for you both again. Good luck on your journey.”

I slang my bag over my shoulder, Lucy Gray’s bag in my other hand. We make our way to the door as Lucy Gray puts the hood of her jacket on. We hug one last time and bid farewell.

Our ride to the train station was uneventful. When we arrived at the station we checked our tickets in and it was already 6:15am. We sat there waiting for the train to come and then….

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Do you have a dislike for media universes that "rewards" people for watching/reading all of it in general?

Or do you think there is one that executes that idea well?

I'm answering this 5 months late, but I'm pretty sure I still remember this ask being prompted by a post making fun of the MCU.

Do I dislike story universes that reward people for reading all of it? Not at all. I mean, I'm a fan of both Middle Earth and Star Wars, I fucking love big, big universes with plenty of stories in them. When they intersect in some small way it's a delight to me, I love those little personal winks from the author for having read their other works or recognizing the most obscure names only a nerd would know.

However, there's a difference between a little reference in a story meant for people who can connect the dots, and making something almost required reading for your enjoyment. It's the difference between an acknowledgement from the creators that you liked the setting enough to come back for a new yet familiar ride, and a company realizing they've found their cash cow and can't wait to milk it for all its got until it's dead.

And dead the cash cow will be, eventually. It's been said before that the reason why the Big Two of western comics have ceded more and more ground to manga over the years is that Spider-Man has 10 different starting points while Naruto starts with Volume#1. That's not just a funny joke. Onboarding new readers has genuinely been Marvel and DC's problem for decades, which is why it was both incredibly predictable yet shocking all the same that this is what the MCU turned itself into.

Sure, early on you could ask the audience to watch a couple movies before the big Avengers crossover, but now they've got all these TV shows on top of the movies that you have to watch in order to "catch up", and it's not even about the cool characters anymore. More and more of their fanbase is going to stop caring once the barrier of entry gets too high, and it's ridiculous to me that Marvel went this road with their movies when they know this is what happened to their comics first.

I mean, are you serious, their next big bad is Kang? I am not watching several TV shows and an Ant-Man movie that's somehow worse than the second one all to see how the currently left Avengers meet goddamn Kang the Conqueror. He's in both the TV shows and the movies, which means they're somehow giving Kang more buildup screentime than Thanos. Why? Either I've been extremely out of touch with Marvel comics or the MCU picked a wild choice to headline their next billion dollar franchise when Doctor Doom is actually available to them now and barely needs an introduction.

Sorry, got lost for a bit. Back on topic, yeah I know I know, all art right now exists under capitalism which means every setting that becomes a wider story universe is an author trying to milk their existing fanbase. Whenever a creator makes a thing that I like, and then announces they have a new thing set in the same setting as their first thing but isn't a direct sequel so they can keep gaining a new audience while keeping their existing one, I know I'm being suckered in.

Just, don't make it so blatant. And don't make it so hard. I am the exact target audience for these shenanigans and even I'm starting to feel like it's homework because it's all fucking required now.

If I, a lifelong Star Wars fan, want to watch the newest Star Wars thing, I have to see a hundred hours of other Star Wars media first. If I want to watch The Mandalorian Season 3, I can't just have seen Season 1 and 2, oh no, I have to also see The Book of Boba Fett too, because halfway through that show became The Mandalorian Season 2.5. Well I did see Boba Fett, and the combination of my dislike for turning it into required homework AND the show itself just being kinda dogshit meant I never touched season 3 of the Mandalorian. That show used to be so great because it wasn't tied down to any existing story arcs or characters, so it stood on its own and made for an amazing watch no matter how much Star Wars you've actually seen. And then it succeeded and so had to become the new spine for the entirety of Disney Star Wars afterward. Fuck. Now if I want to watch their latest show Ahsoka, I have to have seen the Clone Wars animated series AND Rebels, because the Rebels cast are in it too! I mean I did see Clone Wars and Rebels, but that still sucks!

That makes me worried now! Andor was also really fucking good and it stood on its own so hard you didn't even need to see Rogue One, the movie that introduced Cassian Andor in the first place. But now that season 1 was a success and everyone sang its praises, it certainly means season 2 is suddenly going to get real cramped with Ahsoka and Luke Skywalker and whatever guys are currently alive in its timeframe. Shit, they're probably gonna add Cal Kestis in season 2 of Andor. The Respawn Star Wars games are still doing their own thing which means it's time to connect to something else.

I hate what all this has become. It was fun to read the Silmarillion and see what kind of fuckery one family of elves got up to that eventually turned Sauron from minion to big evil eye parked next to evil mountain, but you didn't need to read all that before The Lord of the Rings. LOTR didn't assume you knew anything at all (and oh boy did Tolkien never miss an opportunity to explain shit).

Let me repeat. I am the target audience. I live for the ridiculously nerdy habit of reading things set in the same universe as other things and connecting all the dots. If /I/ feel like it's become homework, I can't imagine what the average person thinks of all this. Make it stop. Stop running everything I once loved into the ground in the name of endless profit. Star Wars was already doing this to itself before the Disney acquisition and yet it didn't feel this bad.

#I would take hundreds of disconnected and mediocre Star Wars comics and books made in the Legends era #Over what's happening to it now

[ereardon]

The Back Seater and the Baker || Chapter 5

[Bob Floyd x f!OC]

Overview: Bob hasn't seen Haley Nichols since he was fifteen. But when Haley shows up out of the blue with one sentence that throws Bob for a loop – "I'm turning thirty in two weeks, are we still on?" – all of the feelings from their childhood return. Bob never thought that Haley would remember the marriage pact the two made when they were just kids, even if he never forgot. So what happens when Bob falls all over again for his childhood crush? And what will Bob do when he discovers the real reason she came back to capitalize on the pact is to secure her inheritance and save her bakery from bankruptcy? Will he believe Haley when she confesses that she loves him, too?

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x OC [Bakery owner Haley Nichols]

Tropes: Marriage pact

Chapter summary: Haley and Phoenix go wedding dress shopping; Bob and Peanut have a conversation about sex; the Daggers throw Haley a bachelorette party

Warnings: Cursing, angst, alcohol, mention of vomit

Word count: 2.8K

Series masterlist here; previous chapter here

You looked up from a pile of fabric samples. “I can’t pick.” 

Phoenix shot you a look over her champagne glass. “White.” 

You rolled your eyes. “They’re all white, Natasha. It’s a wedding dress.” 

“The venetian lace is gorgeous,” the saleswoman said, holding up a gauzy square. 

“Too expensive.” 

“There’s always satin.” 

She said it like it was trash and not already too expensive. “Let’s see some satin options,” you said. The saleswoman bristled but rushed off when Pheonix trained her eyes on her. 

“Fuck her,” she said and you laughed, settling back into the chair and taking a sip of champagne. “OK you’re drinking, but I’m going to ask you again. Are you pregnant?” 

“I promise I’m not,” you replied. 

She raised an eyebrow. “Find that hard to believe given the timeline.” She meant the fact that the wedding was in a week. 

You shrugged. “We’ve never slept together.” 

Phoenix did a spit take, champagne flying everywhere across the cream carpet. You tried to stifle a gasp that barreled into a laugh until the two of you were dissolved in laughter. “Oh, my God, the boys are gonna have a field day with that one.” 

“Just hasn’t been the time,” you replied. 

“What’s the rush?” Phoenix asked. “If there’s no pregnancy. What’s the rush?”

The truth sat, sour, on the tip of your tongue. Was that where sour was felt on the map of taste buds? Either way it filled your mouth, threatening to swallow you whole. You could tell her. You could tell her and the wedding would be off and you would go home with nothing but a bruised ego and a foreclosure on the way. 

But that option also left Bob heartbroken. It would leave you heartbroken, too. Because as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were falling for Bob Floyd, all over again. 

“I love him,” you said simply. This time, the truth was sweet. A rush of rainbow on your tongue. A fizzy, familiar feeling. Warmth. “I always have.”

“I’ve watched Floyd go through a lot,” Phoenix said, her dark eyes never leaving yours. “But if this is what breaks him, I’m not sure there’s going to be a way to glue him back together. So don’t break his heart, Haley. He has a big one. Too big. He loves too much and too fast and too well. So God, don’t hurt him.” 

“I won’t,” you whispered. 

***

“You want deviled eggs as an appetizer?” You stared at Bob, mouth agape. 

He nodded. “They’re my mom’s specialty.”

“Oh. That’s um…” 

Bob laughed. “You can veto, Haley. It’s your wedding, too.” 

“Thank God,” you whispered. “I’m sorry, but veto.” 

“Are your parents flying up?” he asked. 

“Um, no, they’re not.” You didn’t have the heart to tell him that your parents weren’t really involved in your life anymore. That no one besides Calvin even knew you were in San Diego. That the bakery was failing. That you were going to marry Bob to solve all of your problems. “Grandma Lee is coming though.” 

You had called her the night before and explained that you were getting married. You hadn’t invited her: that she had done herself. 

If my only granddaughter is getting married, I need to see it with my own eyes, she had said. When you had protested, she added, Do you want the money or not? 

Bob frowned. “Grandma Lee, really? I thought you two didn’t get along.” 

You shrugged. “That was a long time ago, Bobby.” 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

The two of you were silent for a moment. You felt sweat start to prickle at the base of your neck, between your breasts. For a few days, Bob had ridden the high of a successful mission once they were back on land. It was that euphoria that had colored everything, that had made him agree to the marriage. But you worried that once those rosy glasses faded, he would realize how obscene it was to marry a complete stranger. Someone he barely knew. 

He cleared his throat. “Want to go out for dinner? I was thinking Mexican.” 

“I think we should have sex.” 

Bob looked like he was choking. Every inch of his face went pink and then a deep red, cheeks puffed out, eyes wide. 

You actually leaned forward, pressing one hand to his leg in concern. “Bobby? Are you OK?” 

It took a second, but Bob let out his breath, blue eyes still searching yours frantically. “What did you just say?” 

You removed your hand, anxiety settling into the swell of your stomach. “I mean, we’re getting married,” you whispered. “Shouldn’t we at least do it once?” 

“Peanut,” Bob whispered, his voice rough and sandy and hitting every note perfectly so that goosebumps rose on your arms and legs. “I’ve thought about making love to you a million times.” 

“But?” 

He shook his head slowly. “That’s what I want, honey. I want it to be special. Not something we do to get it out of the way. I want you to want it. I want this to be the last time someone new undresses you for the first time.” Bob leaned in, trailing one thumb over the corner of your mouth, down your cheek, fingertips sliding to the tops of your breasts, grazing the exposed skin where your shirt stopped. “I don’t want anyone else to ever touch you like this,” he murmured. “You’re mine, Peanut.” 

“Bobby,” you whispered, gripping both sides of his face with your smaller palms. “I’ve always been yours.” 

And then your lips were on his, one of your legs slung over his lap until you were straddling him, the heat of Bob’s body burning against yours, his hands groping greedily over your back, pulling your hips flush with his, a small, pathetic whine exiting his lips as his hips tilted up to meet yours. “Haley,” he rasped, pulling back, lips pink and raw. “Honey.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me take you out,” he whispered. “Not Mexican food on a couch. Not pizza on the floor or beer at the beach. A real date. Let me take you home and make love to the woman who is going to be my wife.” 

You leaned back, threading your fingers through the hair that was curling up at the tops of his ears. “OK, Bobby,” you replied softly. “You have a deal.” 

“That’s the first time I’ve said that,” he said.

“Said what?” 

“My wife.” He smiled. “It sounds good, doesn’t it?” 

“Yeah,” you murmured, watching the light twinkle in his eyes and feeling a sadness sweep over your organs., “it does.” 

***

“Peanut?” Bob’s voice was far away on the phone. “Are you there?” 

“I’m here,” you said, standing in front of the mirror, smoothing down the sides of your dress. “Where are you? Our reservations are in twenty minutes.” 

“Honey, I’m sorry.” There was a loud bang in the background. “Flight emergency. Bradshaw and I got called back to base.” 

“Oh.” You couldn’t help the disappointment flooding every single one of your pores. You looked around the room at the candles you had bought, and the bag filled with tissue paper on the dresser that had a new set of lingerie in it, specifically for later that night. There was also an entire can of whipped cream in the fridge and a bottle of prosecco. “That’s OK.” 

“It’s not,” he said. “That’s why Phoenix is on her way to pick you up.” 

“Oh, Bobby, I’m not really in the mood to go out without you.” 

“Haley? Sorry the connection is terrible. Listen, I have to go up in the air, I’ll text you when I’m grounded. Bye!” The line went dead. You sighed, kicking off your heels, tossing the phone on the bed just as the doorbell rang, two harsh dings followed by a loud knock. 

“Fuck, coming!” You practically tripped on your way to the door, tossing it open, a frown lacing your features. “Jake?” 

In the doorway, Jake grinned, white teeth blinding against his tan. He leaned one hand against the door frame. “Hi Princess. Grab some shoes.” 

You shook your head, walking inside, and Jake followed you, shutting the door softly. “Not in the mood, Hangman. I’m just going to wait until Bobby gets home.” 

He chuckled and you turned around with a frown. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, “it’s a trap. This is your bachelorette party. Now put on some shoes and get that fine ass in the car. Phoenix is waiting for us.” 

“Bachelorette party?” 

“Didn’t think we could let you get married without one final night of debauchery, did you?” he asked. “Shoes, Nichols. Purse. Condoms if you’re feeling frisky.” 

You groaned, heading into the bedroom and slipping on your stilettos, grabbing your small shoulder bag before reappearing in the hallway. Jake was nowhere to be seen. You rounded the corner into the kitchen where Jake had the fridge open, his head stuck inside. 

He straightened up, holding out the can of whipped cream with a raised eyebrow. “Making pie?” 

“Fuck off,” you muttered and he laughed, placing the can back in the fridge and closing the door. “Let’s get this over with.” 

“That’s the spirit,” Jake replied, holding open the door. “After you, Mrs. Floyd.” Your heart skipped a beat. You looked up at Jake, eyes wide. For a second, the two of you stood in silence in the doorway to Bob’s house, practically frozen. You were worried Jake could see the reservation in your features. 

And then it passed. You stepped out the door into the breezy evening air. “I’m going to ask you one favor.” 

“I make no promises.” 

“No shots with gross names like blow job or slippery nipple.” 

Jake cackled, opening the passenger door for you. “It’s your night. We’ll play by your rules. At least, to start.” 

You slid into the seat of his Jeep and groaned. 

***

Charleston was bachelorette capital, aside from Nashville, so you were more than familiar with the flocks of women parading down King Street in pink sashes and swaying to the beat of invisible pop songs. 

What you hadn’t expected was your own bachelorette party to be made up of five aviators, four of which were men. Coyote, Hangman, Rooster and Payback all sat at a table wearing pink furry boas drinking margaritas while Phoenix did a lap on stage with one of the drag queens. 

“You’re next,” Bradley said, tipping his head toward the stage. 

You groaned. “Absolutely not.” 

Phoenix climbed off the stage, brushing back her dark hair, not an ounce of sweat on her face. “Come on, Princess, you’re the bride, it’s a must.” 

“I’m so going to rat on you guys to Bobby!” you shrieked as a man dressed as Dolly Parton dragged you onto the stage. The brightness of the lights hit you just as the dagger’s cheers filled the air. 

“Hello Darlin’,” Dolly said, thrusting a microphone in your face. “Your friend over there said you’re a bride-to-be, is that right?” 

You scowled down at Phoenix who cheered shamelessly. “Yes.” 

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” “Haley.”

“And what’s your fiance's name?” 

“Bobby.” 

“Well, dear, I think we need to sing a song for Bobby in that case.” She took a deep breath. “If I should stay // Well I would only be in your way.” 

Dolly pressed the microphone beneath your chin. Somehow the words floated out of your mouth as the cheers from the squad grew. Even the heat of the lights softened and you found yourself swaying with the music. For the first time in a long time, there was a courage that bubbled to the surface. Maybe it was the two Long Island iced teas that Phoenix had poured down your throat. Or maybe it was the fact that despite the circumstances, you knew that Bob Floyd was the one. 

Out of everyone, it was Bradley who got so drunk that the six of you were thrown out of the club. That’s how you ended up at Phoenix’s house at three in the morning eating cheeseburgers on the floor wearing a sequined ball gown she had pulled out of her closet and insisted you wear while Payback tried uselessly to scrub the pink paint off of his chest that read Bride Tribe in loopy lettering. 

“It’s not coming off,” Payback whined, tossing another crumpled paper towel on the ground in a huff. 

Jake cackled. “Told you not to write it so big, Nix.” 

Phoenix popped a french fry into her mouth and then laid back, head resting against Jake’s thigh where he sat pressed up against the couch. “He deserves it. Remember when he puked at my thirtieth?” 

“Don’t say puke,” Bradley moaned, looking slightly green around the gills. 

“Party pooper,” Phoenix tutted. 

“What if when I have a baby it comes out wearing glasses?” you asked, the drinks finally hitting you. 

“Have to have sex to get pregnant.” 

“Phoenix!” 

“Oh shit.” She rolled over and buried her face against the shaggy rug. “Sorry!” 

Jake grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Wait, you and Floyd haven’t banged yet?” 

You groaned, tossing yourself against the floor next to Phoenix and kicking her with one bare foot. 

“That’s excellent,” he muttered, practically to himself as Bradley scuttled onto his knees, stumbling up into a semi jog toward the toilet. The sound of the door slamming was followed immediately by violent sounds and you winced. 

“Fuck,” Payback said, shaking his head. “That’s on you, Nix.”

“Why am I to blame for everything?” Phoenix demanded. “It’s Haley’s bach party, she’s the instigator!” 

“Oh my God,” you said, shaking your head. “I see why Bobby likes you so much.” 

“I see why he loves you,” she replied, brown eyes wide. You were stunned. Natasha was many things. The life of the party. Fearless, bordering on reckless. Demanding, in the best way. Formidable. But this was the first time she had shown a sliver of approval. It radiated through your body like microwave rays. “I mean it,” she added.

“Thank you.” 

Just then, your phone rang on the coffee table. You reached for it, pulling it down as Bob’s contact flashed on the screen. “Haley?” 

“Hi,” you whispered, standing up and stumbling into Phoenix’s room at the end of the hall. You sat down on the edge of her bed, closing your eyes. The room was spinning. That was worse. You opened them again, wider, the yellow light from the lamp burning your retinas. God, you needed a taco. 

“Just wanted to make sure you got home OK,” Bob said softly. 

“I’m with Phoenix and the team.” 

“I know,” Bob replied. “I thought it would be nice.” 

You frowned. “This was your idea?” 

“I wanted you to have a fun time,” Bob said quietly. “Something different, a little out of the ordinary. Life is serious, Haley. But you don’t have to be. Not everything is life or death.” 

Bob’s words forced tears to spring at the corner of your eyes. It wasn’t the tequila and it wasn’t the impending hangover. It was the fact that even in your drunken haze, you knew you weren’t good enough for Bob Floyd. A man who cared so much, so deeply. A man who would lay down his life for yours without thinking. 

The man of your dreams. 

“Bobby,” you whispered, the truth sour at the tip of your tongue, begging to be spilled. 

“Get some rest, Peanut,” he said quietly and you swallowed the truth back into the bitter pit of your stomach. “I’ll pick you up in the morning, OK?” 

“Alright.” 

He paused, but the line didn’t go dead. You sucked in a breath. There were two things that you and Bob had yet to do as adults. The first was obvious: have sex. The second, less so. 

You had yet to say you loved each other. 

You did. That was, without a doubt, the truth in a sea of lies. You had loved Bob Floyd since you were a little girl in the low country. You had never really stopped. But it felt different, to say it now. When so much was riding on the two of you. When the future was almost within grabbing distance. 

“Goodnight, Bobby,” you murmured. 

He sighed. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

You flopped back against the bed, clutching your phone to your chest. As you closed your eyes, the light beyond your eyelids started to swirl. 

The last thing that crossed your mind before you passed out into a drunken delirium was how devastated Bob was going to be when everything was said and done. 

And how broken you would be, too. 

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[namazunomegami]

prince!toji x imperial concubine!reader

a/n: Part 3 of my drabble series is finished!! I'm not a Toji simp but writing him was a surprisingly easy process. And for the love of god I just can't finish Gojo it's so hard to handle him in this specific setting.

Sorry Toji girlies but I just can't imagine him as an emperor in the AU, but being a disgraced prince goes sooo well with his character. Hope you'll enjoy this part as much as I did while working on it!

Likes and reblogs are still appreciated <33

wc: 1060, I got carried away with the exposition

cw: Toji is a dick, smut, period accurate euphemism for an orgasm, angsty ending

credits: My one and only @notveryrussian did the proofreading again, thank u darl <33

MDNI, if you do, I'm gonna block you so hard you'll feel it in your next life

When an emperor dies, his mandate dies with him. The death of a god can shake the whole realm, it shakes the whole family. Anomalies start to happen because heaven’s throne shouldn’t stay vacant for long.

Toji almost lost the last bit of his sanity when he was summoned to the capital. It’s sickening that the court wanted him to go back to the palace and pay his respects to the recently deceased Naobito. Another blow to his already wounded pride. They want him to venerate the uncle who cast him out of the family, who banished him to a rural town to live in conditions so unfitting for his rank, with no support on top of all of that. Luckily, he’s familiar with many shortcuts to easy money.

The embalmed corpse of the late emperor is his only delight. The spacious halls and courtyards of the palaces, the carvings, the decorative paintings, thangkas, the ginormous, lush gardens made him yearn for that small house he was sent to. This place just wasn’t home anymore. Those related to him weren’t family anymore. They get through with the funeral rites, the relatives and the officials will settle the line of succession, and then he’ll leave, he has no other reason to stay here. He has no hopes to be chosen as emperor. Naobito and Jinichi already did so much damage to his name. Maybe the rest of the family just want something to gossip about for a few years, that’s why they called him back.

It’s all so tiring. The vigils, the march to the tomb, the prayers the monks recite, the offerings. He has nothing to give, not even an incense stick or a plate of fruits. He endures the rites in silence, he has no pleasant memories to reflect upon or kind words to say about him much to his cousins’ dismay. He wants to tear everything to pieces, burn the whole city down and piss on the ruins because that’s what Naobito always deserved.

After the funeral, the whole palace descends into chaos. Naobito failed to appoint an heir, every one of his kids has an equal chance to inherit the throne and the whole court sits in the Hall of Mental Cultivation to argue about the distribution of wealth, the army, and the provinces between the family. They’re like jackals, bickering over the meat on a rotten corpse.

Before he planned to sneak into the Hall of Three Rarities to look at (and maybe steal) some of the relics, the issue of the concubines was brought up.

You’re a lovely little bunch. Naobito wasn’t a man known for his gentleness, the mutual torment made you stick together, support each other. Just the thought of it makes his cold heart fill with a strange kind of comfort. You’re all so lost, having no idea what will happen to you, who will have ownership over you. You out of all of them pray every night that Naoya will never be crowned emperor. You’d rather escape, beg for money and crumbs of dry bread on the streets before you’d let him touch you.

Maybe your prejudice towards the royal family and your gut feeling was wrong this time. He’s not like any other member of his family. He’s rough around the edges but treats you all with an odd form of kindness. You and the other concubines soon grew to like his company. They await him during leisure time to serve him tea, sing to him, you even dusted off your guzheng to play an ancient melody. With each passing day, the concubines are glowing more and more, melting in his presence. He has them wrapped around his fingers and you start thinking about whether you’re an exception or not.

It’s too late to realize that you’re not.

You walk back to the Palace of Eternal Harmony together after you picked some plums in the gardens. You’re not suspecting anything. It’s already dusk, he just wants to protect you, right? He notices your hairpin, an exquisite and costly thing with dangling pearls and jewels embedded into the flower petals shaped with gold. Naobito must have liked you, he says. You shake your head and confess that you weren’t a particular favorite of his. He has seen you only for a few nights, and you don’t know how but he manages to get all the details out of you. He’s not surprised that Naobito didn’t care about your pleasure, or if he’d caused you any pain and then just threw you away like a used toy.

What a perfect match, a disgraced nephew and an unfavored concubine.

He doesn’t care about the rules in the concubine’s quarters, he lets himself into your small room. You serve him the plums just to hide your own flusteredness. He splits the fruit in half with ease and offers it back to you, handfeeding you. Drips of sweet juice stream down on your chin. There’s depravity and starvation in your eyes. Poor soul, maybe even you can’t remember the last time you were touched. He pities you.

He’s so unlike Naobito.

He has the patience to prepare you, gives you time to adjust to him. This is your first time laying on your back, belly up, every inch of you revealed to him. It makes you feel vulnerable but at least he’s looking at you. Right in the face as your features distort in pleasure. You finally experience what the older consorts called “cloud and rain”. A nice name, you think, but it’s not the right idiom to describe what you’re feeling. It’s like ascension to another plane of existence. A rumble. Rippling warmth. Overflowing joy.

You’re too absorbed in the afterglow to notice how cold he is. The sweat sticking to his skin, the tips of his fingers, everything is so cold about him. But maybe you can warm his heart up. If only he would take you with him after the succession crisis is solved. Get away from this horrid place, let you two finally heal.

But when you wake up he’s gone. He has taken your hairpin, maybe as a memento or to put a price tag on it. The only thing that remains is his seed inside of you. You feel ruined, just like he intended with everything Naobito ever owned.

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[wifeofnozelsilva]

I'm request (y/n) divorced William after the Elf collapse because she was severely injured in that incident. Five years later, he sees her again at the star festival with a twin boy he's never seen before. (Actually, the two children are his children, but they misunderstand that they are the children of the new husband) haha ​​and finally, don't forget to take care of your health ☺️

Hi @nongphuth! Thank you for sending a request! And also, thank you for your concern, sweetheart!♡

This idea of yours, I absolute love it! Though the thought of William being heartbroken does hurt me (╥ω╥`) He just deserve so much love! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

And my apologies for doing this request very late, due to a lot of school works I had to do for the past months, truly sorry about it. For now, this will be part 1 of your request.

I hope you'll love this sweetie! Have a lovely day!♡♡

Part 1: One Last Chance

Pairings: William Vangeance × F!Reader

Warning: Angst to Fluff,

Eye Color — E/C

First born name — FB/N

Second born name — SB/N

"I want a divorce"

4 words. That's all it takes for William's heart to shatter into pieces. Those heartbreaking words that he has been wishing to never hear from you ever since you both got married 3 years ago.

William stared at you, eyes full of shock, mouth agape. He was about to speak when you beat him to it, "I– I'm sorry, Will... I just can't do this anymore. You've been so distant to me for months now, you've been pushing me away, stopped having breakfast, lunch, and dinner with me, you'd turn down any of my offers so coldly; and then you lied to me and hurted me, both physically and mentally... I just can't do it anymore, William."

Suddenly, William started to remember how he has been treating you for the past few months. He didn't mean it, truly. He was just so focused on helping his friend, he didn't mean to hurt you, mostly you, the person who he vowed to never hurt until death do they part.

Tears were now pouring out of your eyes, you don't know what to do, this isn't what you expected to happen in your marriage... "William. I love you, I do, but I can't take it anymore."

The room went silent, the only noise that can be heard was your sods. William didn't know what to say or do, he was going to lose you, the only person who loved him.

"I– I understand.."

That was all he could say before standing up and leaving your hospital room. 2 words. That was all it takes for your marriage to finally shatter apart.

5 years later...

The Star Awards Festival is an annual festival that celebrates the Magic Knights' achievements and reveals the squads' rankings, based on the number of stars obtained during the year.

William Vangeance, who's still the captain of the Golden Dawn, was walking around the capital in disguise before the ceremony starts. He was now in his early 30's, though even if 5 years has passed, William still looked young for his age.

The sound of people and music filled his ears as he walks around on his own. He wanted to look around the festival and to have some time alone since work has been more stressful for the past few weeks for him. A small smile was plastered on his lips as he sees children running around playing together.

The mere thought of children made William happy, children are one of the most precious living beings on earth. They're cute, adorable, lovable, small human beings. William's smile grew wider when he thought of having a family with a sudden person in his mind, you.

But suddenly, his smile disappeared. You're not his anymore. You weren't his anymore for 5 years now. He felt his heart ache, the mere thought of you being in the arms of another man made William broken. He still loves you up to this day.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he suddenly felt someone bump into him. "AH!" The small figure that dumped into him yelped. "I-i'm so sorry, Mister! I didn't mean to dump into you!" The young boy apologized, slightly bowing to William.

"It's alright, little boy. Where is your-", William stopped halfway through his sentence when he felt the little kid's mana, strange... his mana felt familiar. But this is their first encounter, so how is it familiar to him?

"Mister?–"

"SB/N!"

Their attention shifted to another child that looks exactly like the child in front of William, "Mom has been looking for you! Where have you been?!" The newcomer questioned the other, a cute angry, yet slightly worried look on his face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to run off! I just saw something that caught my interest!"

"Well don't do that again! Mom has been worried sick! Come on!" The other said, his hand reaching out for his brother's hand, "I-i'm sorry again, Mister!" The first one slightly bowed once again to William.

"It's alright. Let me help you two be taken to your mother, I'm sure she'll be relieved that the both of you aren't hurt." William offered, a kind smile on his lips.

"But–"

"Don't worry, I'm a magic knight," he slightly revealed the Golden Dawn symbol to the two boys, two pairs of purple eyes shined bright at the sight of the symbol, "You two are safe with me."

Few minutes later...

"What are your names, boys?"

"I'm FB/N! I'm the oldest, and this is SB/N, he's the youngest! He's the one who dumped into you earlier, Mister." FB/N said he was the one leading the way while his brother and William were behind him following.

"What about you, Mister? What's your name?" SB/N asked, looking up at William while walking beside him.

"My name is William, and I'm the captain of the Golden Dawn." "EH?!–" William pressed his index finger on his lips, signaling to be quiet not wanting to gain any attention, the two boys immediately nodded their heads and continued walking.

While walking, the three made small chit-chat here and there as they were near their destination. "Are you married, Mister?" FB/N asked curiously, still walking ahead.

The question slightly caught William off guard, "Before, Yes. Now, no.." "Why? What happened, Mister?"

He went silent. Should he be telling this to children? Though, something about these two children is making him want to tell them why. But why? He barely even knows them. But something inside of him is telling him that he and the children have some kind of special bond together...

"BOYS!"

That voice..

"Mom!" The identical twins immediately ran in the direction of their mother. He didn't want to look. He knows who that voice belongs to. That oh-so-familiar voice that he misses so much after 5 years...

Yet still, he turned to look.

There you are, on your knees checking the two boys standing in front of you, a worried look on your face. 'You still look so beautiful...' William compliments in his thoughts, alonging look in his eyes.

Sighing to yourself, about to say thank you to the person who said by your children who have helped them, but immediately stopped midway when you saw who the person was...

Part 2 is yet to be made...

#william vangeance #black clover william vangeance #william vangeance x reader #william vangeance x f!reader #black clover william #black clover x reader #black clover #golden dawn #william vangeance imagines #black clover slight angst to fluff #black clover scenarios #black clover fanfiction #black clover fic

[lukecvntstellan]

do you reckon u could do a leo x reader fluff plsss 🙏

a/n: this is the first time i've written anything ____ x reader in a LOOONNNGGGGG time... forgive me if i'm rusty. don't be tooo mean i'll probably sob idk

improper grammar probably (not proofread) and written in all lowercase because i dont feel like capitalizing

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hurt/comfort with leo valdez x reader i guesssss

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leo had been down on himself recently. him and his significant other had been together almost a year now. as of late he had been locking himself in bunker nine, away from his friends and s/o.

leo had been drowning himself in work, alone in bunker 9, as an excuse for his loneliness. over his music he hears the door swing open, he looks up expecting to see his s/o, but is instead greeted by one of his best friends, piper mclean.

"hey, leo. we noticed you've been spending a lot of time in here... is everything okay?"

the question he knew was coming, but had been dreading.

leo unplugged his radio before saying, "yeah, piper, i've been great. just working on a big project!" trying to feign excitement over his project, which in reality was a pile of scrap metal on his desk that he wasn't quite sure what to do with.

"i'm sorry, but you're the most social out of our friend group? locking yourself in here for days is unusual. y/n has been worried about you. you haven't even spoken to them?"

"okay piper. i'm sorry. okay? i just don't know what to say. you're the only person i've opened up to before. i'm scared y/n would leave me if they knew what was happening. i can't tell them. being with me is already hard enough, i don't need to add on additional burden with the nightmares i've been having..."

despite being "closer" with jason, leo had only ever talked about his feelings with piper before. jason already had enough of his own problems, and never really noticed when leo was going through something.

ever since leo was claimed by his father he had been told by multiple people that he was fated to always be the outsider, never have a place, always the seventh wheel. those words echo through his mind constantly, never ending. because of this, having an s/o was hard. thoughts of "do i deserve this?" "are they going to leave me?" and "am i good enough for them?" were always cycling through his mind.

piper's voice cut through leo's thoughts, "i'm not the one you should be apologizing to. i think you need to talk to them. they're worried about you. do you want to tell me what's been happening first though?"

"do you remember a few months ago i told you about the dreams i had, with hera in them?"

"oh gods.. they're back?"

"yeah... i haven't been sleeping to avoid them. but now i'm so tired and i want to sleep. but i'm scared."

piper moved to give leo a quick hug. "i'm sorry that the dreams are back. i'm gonna get y/n to come talk to you. okay?"

"thanks beauty queen." (**LEOS NORMAL NICKNAME FOR HER IN THE BOOKS**)

as piper was leaving leo walked over to the bed he had made for his late nights in bunker nine, preparing for a conversation he did not want to have.

emotions weren't leo's strong suit. he always tried to be funny and cool to distract from any emotional issues that were happening. no amount of jokes could hide the dark circles under his eyes and his unbrushed hair. he looked rough.

the door opened, and y/n walked in and sat down next to leo. running their hand through his unkempt curls they asked, "are you okay, what's going on? i'm worried about you."

leo laid down, his head in y/n's lap, and their hands gently playing with his hair.

"my dreams have been really bad recently. i haven't been sleeping to avoid them. i'm so tired. i haven't been able to finish any project i've started. i can't do anything right-" leo pointed to the haphazard pile of junk on his desk.

tears started to form, leo tried to blink them away, to no success.

"i guess i've always been insecure? i've been told by hera and nemesis that i'm meant to be this outsider with no role and will always be alone and now i just feel like i don't deserve you. and all my dreams lately have just been those same words on repeat. hera standing there telling me that i'm always going to be the seventh wheel. i'm never going to find my place. i can't take it anymore."

y/n pressed a light kiss to his forehead while contemplating their words.

"leo. you realize that isn't true, right? you DO deserve me. you're not an outsider either, you have a place in our friend group. everyone there loves you. and I love you-"

"love me? you haven't said that before"

"i've been thinking it for a while"

leo couldn't hide the smile that was taking over his face. "really? i love you too, actually, i love you more." he sat up and tackled y/n down on the bed in a hug. "you can't ever leave me now, you're trapped here!" leo said through a laugh.

"you know, i wouldn't dream of it."

"i mean, you probably will. the demigod dreams go kinda crazy."

"you know what i meant, stupid."

"WHAT! you think i'm stupid?" leo protested.

"no. i didn't mean it like that and you know it."

leo shut up after that. being in the arms of his partner after not sleeping for days was making the sleepiness overwhelming. y/n noticed leo drifting off, running their hands through his hair and whispering soft "i love you's" and other sweet nothings.

this was the first night of no nightmares in a week for him :)

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this is ASSS bc i wrote it at mostly 4am and i dont proofread. the concept is there, the execution isn't.

i love leo i think he deserves some comfort in his life PLEASE

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #leo valdez #riordanverse #hoo #leo pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #leo hoo

[81buttons]

Haymitch's daughter falls in love with Finnick Odair while in the Capital

Of course no problem!

AN: I've decided to put a name to the main character in this story.

"A Light in the Darkness"

Finnick Odair x OC

summary: Where Haymitch's daughter falls in love and has a relationship with Finnick

As Finnick made his way through the training halls of the Capitol, he noticed a young woman with brown hair standing off to the side, observing the training sessions of each district representative. Intrigued by her presence, he approached with a charming smile.

"Hey, and who do we have here?" he said, his voice soft but full of innuendo.

Elara raised an eyebrow, regarding him with suspicion. "Finnick Odair, I presume?" she replied, her voice carrying surprising assurance for her young age.

"Oh, it seems someone did their research. Bravo, princess. What gave me away?" he teased.

"Your arrogant smile, I suppose," she responded, fluttering her eyelashes playfully.

If there was one thing Finnick particularly adored, as paradoxical as it may seem, it was someone who could hold their own against him. Accustomed to having all the women at his feet, he found it particularly enticing when a woman refused to be walked over.

"I see you know me, but darling, I still don't know your name," he said, inclining his head slightly.

Elara hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to give him her name. It was almost like making friends with the "enemy." It was already complicated enough as it was; Katniss, who had been chosen again, struggled with the idea of returning to the arena. It had been difficult enough the first time, so a second time… On the other hand, Peeta had not been chosen to participate in this new edition of the games; it was Haymitch, her father. When she heard his name come out of Effie’s mouth, her heart stopped, and then everything happened very quickly. Peeta approached, announcing that he was volunteering and Haymitch had to let the young man go in his place. After all these events and the press harassing the couple from District 12, Elara thought that it might not necessarily be a good idea to get closer to the others. After all, they were the games; they were adversaries, enemies. In the end, only one would remain.

However, in a way, it intrigued her, and she wanted to know more about the young victor. As long as he didn't really know who she was, there was no reason they couldn't talk.

"My name is Elara," she finally said.

Finnick nodded slightly in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Elara. I'm surprised it took me so long to meet you, such a charming girl."

Elara crossed her arms, unimpressed by Finnick's flattery. "I'm here to observe and learn, not to flirt with Hunger Games victors."

A smirk played on Finnick's lips. "I see. A woman with such a sharp mind is refreshing here."

"What, don't tell me you're not happy in the Capitol? You must have all the women at your feet," she teased.

Finnick froze for a moment, surprised by her direct question. "Oh yes, but I never lose sight of why I'm here," he said.

"To win," he finally replied, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of pride and a hint of sadness.

"I understand. Everything seems so normal and natural before we remember the true purpose of the games," Elara sighed. She had always known the games; they had taken too much from her: first her father, and now her best friend. She knew all too well the effect the games had on people.

Suddenly she saw her father in the distance, seeming to be looking for her. If he saw who his daughter was with, she was finished.

"Well, Finnick Odair, it was a pleasure, but I have to go."

"Already? But I don't even know why you're here, and when can I see you again?"

"We will see each other again, I'm sure. I'm really sorry, I have to go."

Then she left, leaving Finnick surprised, surprised by her and her vivacity, but surprised because he was smiling, and he smiled for several days in a row.

He wanted to see her again; he had to see her again. He wanted to get to know her. He didn't even know what she was doing. She had too strong a character to be one of the Capitol's women. So she must come from a district; was she also a tribute? If that was the case, Finnick didn't even want to think about it; he couldn't see or face her in the arena.

After several days, as he paraded on the chariot alongside the other tributes during the opening of the Hunger Games, his gaze suddenly fell on a familiar silhouette in the crowd. There, sitting next to the mentor of District 12, Haymitch, was Elara. Surprise and confusion gripped him. What was she doing there, among the spectators of the Capitol? And why was she next to Haymitch, the mentor of his adversaries?

For a moment, Finnick felt a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. He scrutinized Elara with troubled intensity, trying to understand her presence there. Then, suddenly, everything became clear in his mind.

"Elara...," he murmured, his eyes widening with understanding.

A wave of realization washed over him. She was Haymitch's daughter. That's why she was there, to see the tributes from District 12 participate in the Games. Finnick felt a surge of emotion engulf him, mixed with an inexplicable warmth in the pit of his stomach.

Amidst the cacophony and hustle of the Games' opening, their gazes met, and in that brief moment, Finnick forgot all his fears, knowing there would be something more between them than he had initially imagined.

She was stunning, dressed in a simple white gown, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her attire had nothing to do with the Capitol's extravagant fashion, but she was naturally beautiful; Finnick had already noticed it during their first encounters.

After that event, their conversations became more frequent, and they found excuses to cross paths regularly. Sometimes, they would meet in a quiet corner of the Capitol, exchanging stories about their respective lives and laughing together as if they were the only ones in the world.

Although neither of them wanted to admit it at first, their relationship grew day by day, still in secret. Not a day passed without them talking, which began to intrigue Haymitch.

One evening, as they walked through the Capitol gardens, Finnick decided it was time to share his true feelings with Elara. "Elara, I need to tell you something." Elara looked up at him, curious about what he had to say. "What is it?" Finnick took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I feel something special for you, Elara. Something I've never felt for anyone else."

"Finnick…"

They both knew it wasn't possible for them to feel this way. Not now, not there, not like this. Time was running out; Finnick would soon have to face the ruthless challenges of the arena.

Elara lowered her eyes, feeling a lump forming in her throat. She knew their time together was limited, and every precious moment they shared would be a cherished memory she would hold onto.

"Finnick... You know what awaits you. You know you have to leave soon…"

Finnick nodded, his blue eyes locked onto hers. "I know. But I want you to know that these aren't just words, Elara. What I feel for you, I've felt it since the first time I saw you. Since I met you, I've started dreaming of a life after the Games, a life I never thought I could have. Even in the arena, I'll think of you. I know... I know it's the Games, and there's a good chance that…"

Elara bit her lip, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

"But I have a goal to achieve, for you, to win for you."

"I'll wait for you." Finnick gently cupped Elara's face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I love you, Elara. More than anything in the world." Their lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss. And as Finnick prepared to face the horrors of the arena, he carried with him the memory of this pure and unwavering love, a bright light in the darkness that awaited him.

#finnick odair #finnick x oc #fanfiction #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #haymitch abernathy #haymitch daughter #fluff #love

[sejanusxcoriyo]

pls do some Sejanus angst

Bet, I gotchu.

Warnings: Angst, character death, arguments, he should have lived Suzanne Collins, crying

Synopsis: You get into an heated argument with Sejanus. You leave and go back to the covey with your friends, Lucy Grey comes get you for the public execution.

A/N: Yes, I did indeed cry while writing this, especially the ending. Enjoy because I didn't. My heart hurts now.

"Sej, I saw you in the crowd, but-"

I spot my friend Lucy Grey, being pushed behind Coriolanus, while he holds a gun up to Mayfair. I looked at Sejanus slowly making my way over to him.

"What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, just stand behind me, and be quiet."

I quietly step behind him, shielded from what was happening. I watch as Mayfair walks off and Coriolanus shoots her. My hands clasp my mouth, shocked at what happened. Billy Toupe charges at Coriolanus, before getting shot by Spruce.

"Oh my god, Sejanus, what have you done?"

"I-I never meant for any of this to happen!"

Coriolanus grabs my arm, pulling me next to Lucy Grey.

"Both of you guys have to leave, go back to the stage and sing. Neither one of you were ever here!"

We look at each other, then turn and leave. We exchange awkward glances between each other, never saying anything. Lucy goes back on stage visibly shaking. She introduces the band, then invites us all on stage to help her sing. My eyes find Sejanus, worried about how this happened. He mouths 'I'm sorry,' before I look away. Lucy and I manage to slip away after we finish our last song.

"I need to find him."

"I'm going to head home, I'll see you later."

She sadly smiles at me, walking away. I needed to find him, he had to be okay. Sejanus and Coriolanus hadn't been in district 12 long but, they were making it hard to ever forget they were here. I sat down on the curb, waiting for him to walk outside. After what seems like forever, he walks out with his friends. I start walking toward him, before he stops me. He whispers something to Coriolanus and walks my direction. He takes my hand and pulls me into a empty alley.

I snatch my hand back from him, I push his chest as hard as I can. I look up and meet his pleading eyes.

"What did you do Sej?"

"I was trying to find us a way out. I don't want to kill people, I became a peacekeeper to help people. This wasn't my intentions, not to get more people killed. I just wanted to save you, us."

He wraps his arms around me. I cry softly into his chest, wondering were do we go from here.

"I can't lose you Sej, I love you."

"I know Rose, I'm not going anywhere. I love you too, but we can't stay here, not after today. I'll write my ma, telling her I'm ready to come home. I'm bringing you with me, we are going to the capital."

I smile, kissing him. I don't care where we go as long as I'm with him. I will say it, I'm in love with him. It wasn't supposed to happen, Lucy introduced us. He looked so sweet, so innocent. He asked me that day at the lake, Lucy Grey, Coriolanus, Sejanus and I, along with my friends. 'I like you, so much. I've been mesmerized since Lucy introduced you to me.' 'I like you too, I haven't been able to get you out my mind.' He kissed me, right there.

Lucy Grey looked so happy when we walked out hand in hand. Coriolanus got up and slapped him on his back. That night, we were together, passionately. We slept in the cabin by the river that night. He took me one more time before he kissed me and left. We had just confessed our love for each other a few days ago.

"Coryo is coming with us."

"No, he loves Lucy and she won't leave. He's going to stay."

"Well then, I have to convince her to go."

I pushed him from me, "I thought this was about us?"

"It is, but he has to come with me. He saved my life twice."

"No, he doesn't come with us."

"You don't get an opinion, this is our life we are going back to."

I storm off from him, not wanting to finish that conversation with him. I hear him call out for me to come back, and he's sorry. I keep walking, holding the chain he gave me. I walk all the way home where Lucy Grey is waiting for me.

"Well?"

"He wants to go back to the capital. He wants me to come with him, but he also wants Coriolanus, and you to come as well. I told him you won't leave the covey to go back to the capital. He told me I don't have an opinion, I don't know how I feel about this now."

"Just get some rest, I'll be back in the morning so we can talk about it."

I lay in my bed, not really soft, but enough for me to sleep. I pull my cover over myself, and drift off to sleep, dreaming about the life Sejanus and I could have in the capital. I don't think his family will like me, maybe his ma, but not his pa. Maybe we could have a quiet little wedding, have kids and retire to the country.

'Rose, Rose!' I hear faintly in my dream. I'm shaken awake by Lucy Grey. "Wake up!" I yawn, stretching out my limbs. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, we have a public execution to go to."

Oh god, not this again. I hop out of bed, change clothes and join the covey. We walk in silence as we reach the square. Lucy and I look back at the covey and they usher is to the front. I spot Coriolanus, but no Sejanus. Maybe he was sick and slept in, nothing to be worried about, right? The head peacekeeper keeps talking as I notice a third noose. I elbow Lucy, showing her what I saw.

The crowd shuffles to the side,as my worst nightmare came true. It's Sejanus, he is going to be killed for treason. I scream as he walks past me. He calls my name, fighting to get away.

"Coriolaus, please!"

He never moved, Lucy grabs me but I shake her away.

"WAIT, TAKE ME INSTEAD!"

The peacekeeper smiles, and shakes his head. Coriolanus grabs me but I slip out his grasp. I run to Sejanus, grabbing his face, kissing him one last time before I get pulled away, "I love you, so much." "I love you more, thanks for trying to save me." Lucy pleads with Coriolanus to save him. He sits me next to Lucy and walks back to his assigned spot. I look at him one last time. I'll never see him again. I cry out as I watch the life leave his body.

"NO!"

Lucy takes me back to my house, laying me down. She walked to the door getting ready to leave. I thought she was just going get food or maybe check on the covey.

"Don't leave me please."

She sits next to me as I cry myself to sleep. When I awaken from my slumber, she is gone. I walk to the covey house looking for her, but she is gone. I look for Coriolanus but he is gone as well. I drop to my knees and wail. I had no one, my lover dead, my friend gone, Coriolanus district 2.

The next day, I head to the local doctor, as I had been throwing up and not eating. I am with child, his child. I start crying harder, knowing my love will never get to meet his child, our child.

Our family life gone with his death. Rest in peace, my love, I'll never forget you, our child will know who you are.

#sejanus my beloved #coryo snow #sejanus plinth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #lover boy #i need him #i love him #he deserves the world #the hunger games #character death #angst #i wish he was real #sejanus deserved better #sejanus x oc

[mars101]

|| %#🫂 !! 🐱 MAMMA MIA -> Masterlist

☆ PAIRING/S = TBZ Bermuda line x Reader, Jay (enha) x OC

☆ GENRE = SMAU, Romance, Fluff

☆ WARNINGS = profanity (not all the time), yin has zero survival instincts, mentions of sleeping around (NO SMUT BTW), drinking (alcohol), eating (food), capitalized letters and sentences signify which character is talking, will add more when i see more

☆ SCHEDULE = Wednesdays and Fridays (or if i just feel like it ;-;) lmfaooooo i dont have a schedule anymore 🤣🤣

☆ SYNOPSIS = A day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

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★ STATUS = on-going (slowly..)

★ RELEASE DATE = 05/30/23 - 10/22/23 - ???

★ AUTHOR'S NOTE = mamma mia here we go again my my oh how much i missed ya, hehe i lover the mamma mia movies and listening to abba PLUS i love the boyz so i mix mix and ta daaa this will follow most (???) of the plot of the movie hehe thank you for reading kiss kiss

★ DISCLAIMER: random pics of idols and ulzzangs will be used to depict y/n and yin (sorry 🤕)

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Profiles

The Dynamos

The Wives

The Men

Acts

Intro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: Lee Juyeon

Scene 2: Kim Younghoon

Scene 3: Lee Hyunjae

Act 1: Honey, Honey

Scene 1: FREE THE BRIDE!!!

Scene 2: mama got busy

Scene 3: uhm guys... you need to take a look at this..

Act 2: Money, Money, Money

Scene 1: It's because she'll cry

Scene 2: time to daydrink

Scene 3: Have you ever heard of...online dating?

Act 3: Mamma Mia

Scene 1: watch out

Scene 2: about that..

Scene 3: It's good to see you

Intermission 1: Chiquitita

Scene 1: screw my hoe phase

Scene 2: my turn.

Act 4: Dancing Queen

Scene 1: Our pretty girl

Scene 2: Best distraction

Scene 3: never back down never what??

Act 5: Our Last Summer

Scene 1: Lee Hyunjae Jaehyun

Scene 2: Lee Juyeon

Scene 3: Kim Younghoon

Act 6: Lay All Your Love On Me

Scene 1: father father father daughter time

Scene 2: don't worry princess

Scene 3: mom's flings

Act 7: Super Trouper

Scene 1: traitor...

Scene 2: Whatever !!

Scene 3: eventually..

Intermission 2: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

Scene 1: the yuna way.

Scene 2: this is what you call w rizz

Act 8: The Name Of The Game

Scene 1: Jay the girl's girl (not)

Scene 2: i'm twenty!

Scene 3: yay yin!!

Act 9: Voulez-Vous

disclaimer: its one whole chapter (1.3k) so just pick a scene bc its all to the same place..

Scene 1: "can you walk me down the aisle?"

Scene 2: "I'll walk you down the aisle."

Scene 3: "I'll be there!"

Act 10: SOS

Scene 1: i did the unthinkable

Scene 2: "are you mad?"

Scene 3: what do you want me to do now?

Act 11: Does Your Mother Know?

Scene 1: the beach episode

Scene 2: this is NOT the rizzler !!

Scene 3: this might be the rizzler ??

Act 12: Slipping Through My Fingers

disclaimer: its one whole chapter yall (1.3k) so press one bc it all goes to the same place :)

Scene 1: a mother's intuition

Scene 2: i'm sorry

Scene 3: will you walk me down the aisle?

Act 13: The Winner Takes It All

Scene 1: I know what to do!

Scene 2: zero to three

Scene 3: well! something happened!

Intermission 3: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do

Scene 1: now you kiss... the fiance?

Scene 2: Okay, now you kiss the bride

Act 14: When All Is Said And Done

Scene 1: a wedding became a wedding

Scene 2: who spilled the wine on the floor?

Scene 3: the love birds leaving the next

Act 15: Take A Chance On Me

Scene 1: Took us long enough

Scene 2: what's all these emojis??

Scene 3: we're still here btw...

Outro: I Have A Dream

Scene 1: What is your dream?

Scene 2: My dream is you.

Scene 3: our dream is built for two

more acts to come! (not)

#deoboyznet #the boyz x reader #the boyz drabbles #the boyz imagines #tbz imagines #tbz x reader #the boyz smau #tbz smau #the boyz #younghoon x reader #hyunjae x reader #juyeon x reader #-> mamma mia ♡

[idrellegames]

How do you maintain love in your playerbase knowing that some of the people there are the same selfish people who are leaking or trying to leak/pirate the hard work of indie devs and writers? Ngl my project was nowhere near as big and popular as yours but something like that happened to me and I slowly lost interest in my project. I still keep up with IFs I like but can't ever seem to manifest the interest and love I used to have for my work after it happened the first time. People say things like giving up is just "letting them win" or that we should just be happy that someone out there enjoys our game and hearing "reasons" like that make me realize it's hopeless to get any respect for my work

First of all, I'm really sorry your project got leaked. It is an unfortunate side of being a creator - especially an online one. Regardless of the form, regardless of whether you're an hobbyist or a professional, art is a hot commodity. People want high quality entertainment, but they don't want to pay for it.

I've been avoiding addressing the IF leaks outside of this post because I don't think it's productive to throw any more attention on the situation. Leaks happen, they are always going to happen--if someone wants something and they can't afford it or don't want to pay for it and they want it badly enough, they will find a loophole. At the end of the day, it's a very small community of people who are pirating and shoving them into the spotlight is only going to draw more people who were maybe on the fence about downloading pirated content into doing it.

I am pretty steeled when it comes to this topic now. IF isn't the only place where I have experienced my work being leaked. I come from a theatre background and it is very easy for your original work to get produced without you even knowing about it.

A show I worked on in 2012 has its script available online as part of the library of the university where it was produced. My co-writer and I don't collect royalties from it; the intention is for it to remain free to produce for amateur and university companies. However, because of the political and sensitive nature of the script, my co-writer is very adamant about directors contacting her for permission to produce it and to follow certain guidelines before putting it on. Learning about a production in Australia months after the show closed didn't feel great. It wasn't about money, it was about ethics.

With the IF leaks specifically, I think there's a bit of a disconnect happening here between the people who want to play the games and how they view the indie creator who made them. They see paying a Patreon sub as the same as paying a big company for a product, and if they can't afford to pay it or if they don't want to, then no harm is done by pirating it.

But that's not what the relationship is.

Patreon is not paying for a product, it is supporting the creator's livelihood. I am extremely grateful for my patrons. A game the size of Wayfarer is not something that can feasibly be done in the spare moments between day jobs. But capitalism stops for no one and to make this game, I need to be able to afford rent and groceries. A living wage, as some would say.

Are leaks disheartening? Yes. But I also think that people who play pirated content were never going to sub to Patreon in the first place. And, as mentioned earlier, the number of people involved is relatively small. Thankfully, I'm not that much at risk of leaks actually affecting my income at the moment. But I would be concerned and would take a firmer stance if you Googled Wayfarer and the first search result was a pirated copy (and then I would probably follow the appropriate steps to have that result taken down from the search results).

I think the worst thing you can do as a creator is confront leakers directly. That is only going to blow back on you and put more of a spotlight on the fact that your work is getting leaked. I much would rather focus my time and energy on encouraging my community not to pirate my content than chasing down leakers and making PSAs about it.

For the folks who can't afford a Patreon sub or to anyone considering pirating my content, I would encourage you to apply to be playtesters when applications are open. If you bug test for me, then you can play the alpha content for free.

Outside of that, I take measures to protect my work as much as I can. It's not a perfect system (I don't think it's possible to make your work 100% pirating proof - if people want it badly enough, they will find a way to get it), but I know I've done as much as I can and I am content with that. I don't let it bother me. I have more important things to do with my time.

And for the people who do pirate my work - Bravo! Congratulations! It's very entertaining how petty you are.

#wayfarer #wayfarer if #answered

[one-flower-one-sword]

Hello! I’m new to your blog so it’s possible you may have shared similar thoughts. I recently finished the novel and just wanted to share some random thoughts. :-D Did you figure out Hua Cheng was Wu Ming before the novel revealed it? I was spoiled on this before reading and so saw the hints leading up to it. I don't know if I would have figured it out beforehand, but I just think it's interesting seeing some of the hints. One being when Hua Cheng and Xie Lian were running on the rooftops of the Heavenly Capital, trying to get to his guoshi. Xie Lian felt a sense of deja vu I think. And then Hua Cheng's reaction when Xie Lian made a joke about being stabbed and turned into mush. I just thought that was really good foreshadowing. _____

I’ve seen some of the jokes about Hua Cheng being a stalker and I have to say again just how not true that is and it’s not even something I want to joke about. Seeing how Jun Wu actually stalked him, tormented him and all the pain that caused Xie Lian. Hua Cheng never did, and would never do anything like that. This man has such a visceral reaction to any pain Xie Lian has that it would be, at this point, like going against his very nature to do so. He is so careful about not wanting to cause Xie Lian harm by his own actions ( and of course by others).

—--------------- I was reminded from a TGCF discussion thread how young Hua Cheng was during the time Xie Lian was the White Clothed Calamity. He was 16-17 or 17-18. After all the suffering he saw Xie Lian go through, of course he was ready to burn the world down for him. It’s completely understandable even if one doesn’t agree with it. And as soon as Xie Lian changed his mind, he put aside his own desire for revenge and helped Xie Lian stop it by sacrificing himself.

I once read a thread where a comment was made that Hua Cheng encouraged Xie Lian to commit genocide because he asked why wait 3 days to inflict the Human Face Disease and it bothered me because that just wasn’t the case. And I feel it kind of does a disserve to Hua Cheng - missing out on the fact he too had just witnessed his beloved stabbed to death. Ofc, he wanted revenge but he never let that desire override what Xie Lian ultimately wanted to do.

I remember a fanfic I read kind of addressed how back then Hua Cheng didn’t try to stop Xie Lian from doing something that would’ve hurt him mentally and emotionally. Hua Cheng said at present he would say something to Xie Lian if  something were to happen again. Although Hua Cheng didn’t deny he’d ultimately follow through if Xie Lian persisted, Xie LIan said he wouldn’t because he’d listen to Hua Cheng. I know it’s fanfic, but I thought that was the best way to surmise how things would play out because Hua Cheng at present wants Xie Lian to keep from being hurt in all ways, not just his body, but of course will ultimately follow whatever Xie Lian says.

I guess I just wanted to know, from your reading and thoughts on the characters, how do you think Hua Cheng would respond to Xie Lian if he was on the verge of doing something of that nature again? 

Sorry for the word vomit, happy to clarify anything that got too jumbled up! And if it's too much to answer, any thoughts you'd like to share about anything I mentioned is just fine. :) Thank you!

hi, thank you so much for your ask! I'm honestly still really humbled people want to know my tgcf opinions, I did not expect this much interest at all when I started posting.

I was also spoilered for Hua Cheng being Wu Ming, but yeah, the foreshadowing in this novel really is amazing! as with the Black Water arc, every time I reread the novel I spot another small bit of foreshadowing.

I also feel your frustration in regards to the "Hua Cheng is a stalker" thing, I'm continually baffled when it comes up in fandom - because like you said, it was Jun Wu who repeatedly displayed this kind of violating behavior towards Xie Lian, not Hua Cheng. I've mentioned it in previous meta posts, though I've not yet talked extensively about it. I have a longer post in the works though where I tackle several takes on hualian's relationship that seem popular in fandom yet I feel are directly contradicted by the text.

In regards to your last questions, I've also wondered about these kinds of what-ifs, though I think the point of this storyline was that Xie Lian ultimately did choose kindness and forgiveness, and also that he was only brought to this point after suffering through the trauma of incredibly brutal violation and torture and the loss of his parents through suicide. and in regards to Hua Cheng, like you said it needs to be kept in mind what witnessing Xie Lian be violated and tortured like this did to him as well. it's very obvious both from Hua Cheng's wrath against anyone and anything who causes Xie Lian pain - including Hua Cheng himself when he feels he's failed Xie Lian in some way - as well as his unflinching self-sacrifical protectiveness towards Xie Lian, how deeply he was traumatized by what he witnessed people do to Xie Lian. unfortunately i feel like the complexities of the whole situation often get flattened out or outright ignored in certain fandom circles in favor of takes like "and that's why hualian is a toxic relationship" and other such nonsense.

also like you said it's often a disservice to Hua Cheng in particular, who I've several times seen described as one-dimensional and "walking red flag of a person". honestly one of the reasons I've been focusing so much meta on him is because of how baffling and frankly annoying I find these kinds of takes.

I think I may have read that same fanfic btw! that conversation feels familiar :3 I don't remember all the details but it did make sense to me.

don't apologize for rambling btw, always feel free to send me your thoughts! I feel like this reply ended up also quite rambly, I hope my answers were at least somewhat satisfactory anyway. some of the things you touched upon I will definitely address with more detail in that longer post I mentioned on hualian's relationship that I've been working on.

#answered asks #tgcf #hualian #hua cheng

[chaos0pikachu]

Hi chaos,

I don't know if you've heard of the Ohm-Nanon fans going to Nanon's concert wearing Ohm masks but it happened? (I don't know how to end that sentence.) (Sorry, English isn't my first language.)

You have written about parasocial relationships so I wanted to ask why are people still involved in Ohm-Nanon? Bad Buddy ended so long ago and they are still doing all this. What makes Ohm-Nanon so special? We haven't see such huge bad behaviour from other pair brands.

Please never ever apologize for how you sound in English which is a dumb broken language anyway lol fr you're English is great

anyways um, what in the fucking purge?? lmao sorry the masks thing is just taking me out I'm imagining it and the image in my head is giving kdrama to the max with the discord music and everything lmaoooo

I had not heard of that b/c I don't follow actors like that at all this is very much Brand New Information.gif for me whew wow

Soft disclaimer here I am not an expert behavioral science or anything related so like, anything I say in regards to this is based only on what I've read, can link to from experts in the field, and speculation.

I don't think OhmNanon are necessarily "special" tbh like this behavior is extreme but I wouldn't call it "new".

In western fandom you had or still have fans behaving like this we just call them "tinhats".

Like, take Larries for instance, Louis just spoke about it in an interview that nothing he can say will deter the conspiracies theorists so he's kinda stuck. This article from VOX is old (2016) but it features a pretty clear cut timeline of the theories, and obsession tinhats have with Larry. Even before Larry there was J2 (Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki from Supernatural):

I want to note that One Direction stopped being an active band in 2016, almost 8 years ago. And neither Harry nor Louis have been spotted like, hanging out~~ in public for almost that entire time. Meanwhile Jared and Jensen have been been married to their wives since 2010, almost 15 years.

To play fair, Caitríona Mary Balfe (best known for Outlander) is also at the root of a tinhat conspiracy with her costar Sam Heughan. Caitriona has been married since 2019.

Western fandom likes to pretend this environment of fan entitlement, and obsessing over costars relationships is an East Asian entertainment only thing. I thoroughly disagree, and I'm sure the people involved in these various tinhat conspiracies, many who have been thoroughly and ruthlessly harassed along with their spouses, family, friends, and anyone else caught in the crossfire would also disagree.

For me the only arguable difference between like MewGulf and Larry is MewGulf played up skinship as a means of capital and for work, while Louis and Harry were just two dudes in a band.

[I even watched the old school MewGulf videos of them during Peak Fanservice Era and I gotta say it's all so obviously hilarious fake and played up I would have never taken them seriously as a true blue couple. They reminded me more of Adam Lambert making out with his bassist during his FYE tour (Tommy, who from what I remember is straight but idk 100%) for the fun and rock n roll of it all.]

I'm getting off track, I don't think OhmNanon are "special" by-the-by because I've seen this entitled and obsessive behavior with other tinhat ships. The length of time doesn't really matter, what matters is sunk cost fallacy:

"the phenomenon whereby a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy or course of action because they have invested heavily in it, even when it is clear that abandonment would be more beneficial."

Fans have invested time, love, and literal money into Ohm and Nanon, therefore giving them up - and thus giving up the "community" they've build with other Ohm and Nanon fans - is unthinkable and painful.

Combine that with general fan entitlement towards public figures, the para-sociality of believe you, individually, know what's "best" for this person - aka this STRANGER - and there's a belief that you can change or force an outcome that suits your needs and wants.

There's a lot of dehumanization involved in fan entitlement, ppl stop viewing public figures - especially actors and musicians - as products rather than people. And with a product if you leave a bad review, and enough bad reviews the company will fix and change the product.

But people aren't products, and you can't force them to do what you want or be who you want them to be just because it upsets YOU individually.

So at the end of the day, what's gonna happen with Ohm and Nanon? Well, they'll probably just keeping doing what they do. Filming their individual shows, maybe one of them will do another BL - I think Ohm already has one in the works? - and try to move on with their lives. They're coworkers and from what I've seen seem fine being coworkers. I'm not interested in speculating what their relationship is, or was, publicly, they've said they're fine with each other so I'm very es lo que es about it.

For fans, well they're probably slowly taper off eventually with only a core group of "true believers" or whatever like some MewGulf, BrightWin and others have. As fans I think the only thing we can do is discourage the behavior, and be empathetic towards the people being harassed.

Now I'm gonna leave you with my favorite debunk of a tinhat post:

#tinhats #chaos pikachu speaks

[eternally-frozen]

A deer in the headlights

Synopsis: You date doesn’t show up after hours of you waiting. In frustration you drive over to Pantalone’s house, knowing he’ll always comfort you. Little did you keep in mind that deers run around at this time of the year.

Warning: Yandere, car crash, implicated kidnapping/human trafficking, Pantalone is rich, dead/mangled body 

Note: I am back. For now...

Special thanks to @teabutmakeitazure​. You’re amazing and a literal angel. Thank you for reading through this and telling me it’s not shit XD

"Hey, it’s me. Your phone has been on voicemail for a while now – you’re probably asleep, but I'm almost at your house. I know, I know, I shouldn't come to your house in the middle of the night but once again, you were right."

There is a short silence. The road ahead is barely lit up and abandoned for the most part. It’s no surprise that the banker lives in a big house isolated from the busy capital.

"It’s really annoying y’know. I wish I could see through people like you do."

You sigh. You’re rambling again, how embarrassing. 

You hope Pantalone leaves his voicemails unread, but you know better.

“Anyways, I’m almost at your home. I got the key to the gates, so I’m entering your property. Sorry, not sorry.”

There is a short silence before you end the voicemail. You previously had the phone on loudspeaker, and although you know you shouldn’t drive and call, the road to Pantalone’s home was – and will always be – abandoned.

You’ve never seen a single car on this road.

Your headlights illuminate the black road more than the dim lights on the side of the path do.

Hours before you'd been getting ready for a date that ended up ghosting you. It wasn't the first time you'd been in a fancy restaurant either. Nowadays the dating apps had been full of losers that'd leave you without ever showing up.

Not to mention how awkward you felt when you arrived at the restaurant sitting alone for an hour or so on the table hired for two.

You wonder why those assholes bother at all to reserve tables when they're never planning to show up.

The ride is silent and your thoughts feel like they’re getting louder and louder. You still somewhat await a call from him. If it turns out he'd really been asleep you'd feel extremely guilty to bother him for something as stupid as being abandoned on your first date.

The longer you think about it, the better the idea of adopting a cat sounds.

As you continue forward, the gates surrounding property come in sight. 

It still surprises you how much he owns. He lives miles away from his neighbor. He's got a charming personality but he always seemed to appreciate the quiet over the chaos in the capital of Snezhnaya.

You can't blame him.

As your car rides past the open gates the forest part of his property comes in view. Or, that’s the best way to describe it at least. A hundred meters filled with trees and nature before you actually approach his house.

Your frown turns into a smile when you hear the upbeat tune of your ringtone.

“Pantalone!” You hold your phone to your mouth.

“Darling, would you be so kind to tell me where are you right now?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Did or did you not listen to the voicemail.” You ask. If he asks you that question he surely already knew you were on the way, but in your voicemail you had told him you’d be approaching his house, and that was a few minutes ago.

You heat some voices in the background on his end of the call. In confusion you take your eyes off the road, adjusting your volume to hear him better.

“Are you busy?”

You take a quick look forward and then turn back to your phone again.

In a split second you hear a crash. You let go of the gas button and the hand that had still been on the steering wheel drifts to your right side until the car crashes into yet another force.

You momentarily are stuck unable to breath, the wind got pushed out of your lungs and you have trouble to fully grasp what had happened.

Did a deer wander around his property..?

“Y/n!” You hear Pantalone’s voice through your phone from a distance. Did your phone get thrown back to the back or front during your crash?

He seems to be talking to some other people.

The voices from the phone make your head throb louder and you find yourself climbing out of your seat.

Just walk it off, walk it off.

Your body sways and you put your hand onto your car to keep yourself upright.

When you look at the front window of you car you realise that the window had broken into millions of pieces. They litter the inside of your car and the outside. There’s blood as well. You don’t feel pain, is it the adrenaline?

Right.

The deer.

You continue to block out the voices coming from your phone as you make your way around the car, still one of your hands pushed against it, until you’re facing the road.

Now that your car is facing the trees it’s hard to make out what’s on the street.

Still, it’s hard to miss the silhouette crawling forward.

You lift a hand to your head.

A silhouette?

You blink a few times. The world is still spinning and you force your eyes closed for a few moments. The voices in the background become louder and louder, making your head hurt more and more. Your body starts to feel less warm and pain suddenly floods over your being.

The silhouette on the floor is still there when you open your eyes.

It seems to be crawling forward away from the house.

Right…

Pantalone.

You turn around back to the car. You need to let him know to call for an ambulance.

A light blinds your face and your headache becomes unbearable until it moves away from you.

When you follow the light you see the girl crawling forward on the pavement.

Her clothes are ripped, blood pools up around the middle of her body and she seems awfully skinny, underweight even.

Did you hit…

“Y/n.” Pantalone shields the sight from you with his body and his eyes move over your body.

“Can you move?” He asks.

His figure is hazy, you see his head move around but you can’t see where he’s looking at. You don’t really process what he’s saying any more.

“Let’s get you inside, alright?”

He seems calm…so, you’re fine.

Pantalone wouldn’t lie to you.

You got into a car crash because you hit a deer and in shock you ran into a tree, you hit your head and now you’re dizzy.

Simple.

A hand moves you forward and you follow. You see many lights as you continue forward, you hear many voices too, but Pantalone’s is next to you. His warmth makes you continue forward.

•

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in Pantalone’s room.

You know this because he once showed you his collection of Liyuen jewerly after you couldn’t decide whether to get it yourself or some from Inazuma.

The sun is up and your headache has died down. When you look outside you can see that the sun is above the horizon. It looks like it’s the late morning already.

You think of last night.

You can clearly remember the date-gone-wrong, the crash too, but you can’t recall how you got to Pantalone’s house. Did you pass out?

You know you shouldn’t have called without driving, and you know you shouldn’t have assumed his roads would be abandoned as always,

But…

Was it really a deer that got in your way..?

As you shovel through your memories, you hear Pantalone enter the room unannounced. His expression shifts from a frown to something you’d describe as relief.

He apologises for entering before knocking.

“It’s alright. I’m the one who should say sorry. I…”

You frown, trying to remember what happened. “I can remember crashing my car but anything after that is fuzzy.” You stop for another moment, “It’s like my brain stopped working.”

Pantalone sits down on the edge of the bed and he places his hand near yours. “The doctors told me you had a concussion. Nothing time can’t fix, but you should remain here in my care until you’ve fully healed.”

You put your hands up in a defending motion and give an chuckle. “I’ve already made a big enough mess. I wouldn’t want to bother you more.”

You place your hands down onto the blanket that covers your legs. You are dressed in an oversized pajama, you assume it’s Pantalone’s, and you wonder where your own clothes are.

Pantalone tilts his head and eyes you over his glasses. You know that look, he’s sent it many times before when you told him you met yet another seemingly perfect guy. It’s a look that warns you, something to remind you of the reality.

He places his hand on yours, you realise he’s wearing gloves today, and he squeezes gently.

“You can depend on me, my dear. I’ve already informed my costumers that meetings in my house will be put off for the upcoming week.”

You sigh, a mix of disappointment in yourself and frustration.

“I’m really sorry. I know I shouldn’t call and drive but-“ You groan in frustration, bringing your knees to your chest and burying you head into your hands. “I just didn’t realise deers can waltz into your property.”

You fling your hand forward in frustration. “Just my luck.”

It’s silent for a moment and you grow nervous thinking Pantalone might be mad. When you lift your head up from your knees you look up at him.

He has one of his hands under his chin. He appears to be lost in thought, slightly frowning and lips pursed.

“Pantalone?”

His head moves to turn towards you. His frown turns into a soft smile and he puts his hand on your knee. “Just thinking.”

He continues, “I’ll make sure to fix everything for you. In the meantime, take some time to rest, my dear. I shall be here if you need anything.”

You nod and he stands up, patting your knee affectionately before he disappears back into the corridor.

As much as his presence calms you, you have a certain feeling of dread.

You’re missing something.

You try to sum up last night’s events one more time.

Date, he doesn’t show up, you decide to go to Pantalone instead of home, you cant reach him, you leave a voicemail… He calls back and you crash when you adjust your volume.

Why did you adjust your volume?

The background noise.

Right, you adjusted the volume and looked away, but you didn’t crash into the tree immediately. Something ran from the woods into the street, right where you were riding.

You remember vaguely getting out of the car, but you’re uncertain.

‘At least I’m not hurt.’

When you try to go back to sleep you find yourself unable to. A vague imagine of a mangled body comes up in your mind over and over again.

You sit up and hoist the covers from your form.

Pantalone always favored exported silk and rich feathered blankets and pillows. When you step out of his bed you’re met with the cruel winter cold.

It’s almost enough to keep you forever in his bed.

But curiosity takes over your body and you find yourself walking over to the window.

The curtains are closed but you lift one side.

In the sunlight the main road is visible up till it reaches the gate.

Your car is gone,

But you see the long trail of blood on the street.

The imagine of the mangled woman pops up in your head once more. Her dirty and worn out clothes, her leg that had been twisted at an inhumane angle, her bones that stuck out from beneath her skin.

“Y/n.”

You let the curtain fall from your grasp and you turn around.

Another flash pops up in your mind. You remember the man that walked up to you with the flashlight, the other people who Pantalone yelled at, the way the woman started begging for her life when one of the men crushed her skull with his boot.

Two hands place themselves sturdy on your shoulders. You snap out of your shock and you jolt backwards, or you try to. Pantalone’s hands keep you in place.

His expression is calm, friendly, as ever. His eyes remain closed and he users you back to his bed, telling you that you’re still unwell and that you need rest.

You ask him about the woman.

“My dear, whatever you think you saw, you brain is shaken from the crash. When I, alone, came to your car you were already passed out. I ended up calling one of my friends who works as a vet to pick up the dead dear and another friend to take your car away.”

He gently brushes his fingers from your forehead to your cheek before placing them at his side once more.

“The doctors already told me something like this might happen.”

He looks solemnly down at you.

“That, my dear, is why you should stay here. I can take care of you until you’re healed.”

You nod your head. It’s slow and unsure, but you nod and place your trust in Pantalone. You’ve been friends for so long… He wouldn’t lie to you.

You laugh shortly.

“Why would there be a woman running around at night on your property anyways.”

He opens his eyes halfway.

“Right.”

#❄️ winter: writes #tw: dark themes #yandere pantalone x reader #tw: dead body #tw: yandere #tw: car crash #genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere pantalone #pantalone #pantalone x reader #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #dead dove do not eat